Sen Sen's sword qi turned into a frenzy, crisscrossing the teahouse, and in just an instant, everything in the teahouse was torn into powder!

"Whew!"

"Humph!"

At the moment when the old man spoke, the man and the woman changed color together, and at the same time scolded, and the flying sword behind his back came out of its sheath, wrapped in a terrible sound of breaking the sky, turning into a circle of sword qi in front of each of them, colliding with the sword qi frenzy that filled the heavens and the earth.

Zheng Zheng Zheng~~~

The sound of swords rang out one after another, accompanied by the sawdust and stone dust in the sky.

This male and female means are also quite low, and they also use the sword method passed down by the Emei faction, although they shot in a hurry, but they also protected their own thoughtfulness.

"Mu Qingliu!!"

However, the man and the woman did not have the slightest joy, and a sense of crisis rose in their hearts, and they let out a high-pitched howl in unison: "If you don't make another move, he will run away!" ”

Rumble!

Bang!!

At the same time as the two spoke, a series of shocks suddenly sounded on the long street, and a group of people turned over on their backs, and pedestrians carried swords and swords, wrapped in the sound of the wind and explosion, and rushed to the teahouse from all directions.

"Mu Qingliu!!"

Everyone spoke in unison, and the rolling sound waves whistled, sweeping up the dust, and in just an instant, they rushed into the teahouse.

"Hahahaha!"

Mu Qingliu scolded lightly, and after repulsing the two of them, seeing that many people were besieging him, he didn't see a look of panic, but laughed loudly: "Bury the sword Yijiazi, today, with the blood of you and other demons, open my sword again!" ”

In the long laughter, Mu Qingliu's body trembled slightly, his long gray hair turned black in an instant, the wrinkles on his face were instantly flattened, and his shriveled body became full under the stretching of the muscles and bones like a "Zheng Zheng" sword.

Before the laughter fell, the whole person had already turned into a middle-aged man with a slender figure and a cold face!

In a moment's time, the thin and obscene old man turned into a middle-aged sword immortal with a cold face and a domineering gaze!

"Whew!"

Mu Qingliu opened his mouth gently, and a light of formless matter suddenly flashed in his eyes, turning into a three-foot handleless long sword!

Airplanes~

The sword light was as gentle as water, and as fierce as the sun shining, just for a moment, the sword qi in the sky, and the sound of gold and iron colliding disappeared.

"What an invisible sword........"

The corners of the man's mouth hooked, revealing a strange smile, and then he fell on his back, his body was cut in two, and dark blood flowed out.

The flying sword in front of him had already turned into powder, floating away, and had already been killed on the spot by the invisible sword qi!

"Kill!"

And the next moment, all the people who rushed in from all directions had already shot!

Bang!

There was a violent earthquake on the long street, and the ground within miles sank in unison, and countless houses were shattered and scattered in the billowing dust.

"Huh?"

Mu Qingliu squinted slightly, his slender palm reached out, his index finger flexed, and he flicked the long sword.

Buzz ~~~

The sound of the sword roared instantly, and a layer of ripples of invisible matter instantly centered on Mu Qingliu, and quickly swung around!

Huge waves of air are stirring!

In this extremely sharp sound of sword roar, the space seemed to turn into the surface of water, and the layers of ripples were combined, turning into terrifying sword waves visible to the naked eye!

Rumble!

The dust was all cut by the sword qi, and a thunderous sound erupted, and the masters who came from all directions were already torn apart by the sword sound in the next moment, shattering into a blood mist in the sky!

"Good, good! is worthy of being the junior brother of a generation of sword immortal Li Chungang, killing my top ten puppet corpses ........"

The sky suddenly darkened, and the evil laughter like thunder shook for hundreds of miles.

"Demons!"

Mu Qingliu's eyes were slightly cold, and the invisible sword floating in front of him shook slightly, and the sword made a thunderous sound, breaking through the air for three hundred zhang in an instant, and stabbing straight into the sky.

Rumble!

The rolling waves of air swept away the dust in the sky.

That invisible sword pulled out a white air flow hundreds of zhang long in the sky, and above the sky, it fought with an evil young man in a red robe.

The young man had a strange appearance, his eyes were red, and he was holding three long scarlet needles, colliding with the flying sword that was wrapped in thunder.

"Quack! It's getting old! ”

The young man clasped the long needle, flew the invisible sword bullet out, and smiled strangely: "Li Chungang slashed seven thousand miles with one sword, but you only have a hundred miles........ It's sad, it's ridiculous! ”

As soon as his body moved, his body seemed to be illusory, and in an instant, the sky was covered with dense red shadows, and bursts of evil intentions filled the entire Yingtian City.

The young man's voice echoed from all directions.

"The Way of the Blood Demon ........"

Looking at the red shadow that shrouded the sky, Mu Qingliu's heart sank slightly, and he recognized that this was the way of the blood demon thousands of years ago.

He was hit hard by the old demon of Montenegro long before Jiazi, only three of the ninety-nine invisible swords remained, his strength was very weak, and his soul was invaded by the demonic intent of the old demon of Montenegro, and he had to enter the world to practice, and it took three Jiazi to recover.

Now he is only a child, and his cultivation is far from recovering.

This battle is hard to get better!

He took a deep breath, and in the flickering of his eyes, two invisible swords appeared again, staring coldly at the demon shadow in the sky.

........

In the teahouse, Gu Shaosheng was holding the tea, his face was delicate.

Pushing back the flood is a little different from what he imagined, once the world unfolds, there are too many imprints attracted, and it is too complicated, and even many imprints that are not in his plan emerge one by one, and the whole process becomes plausible.

It's like, when he unfolded his plan, the entire desolate world became a huge magnet, attracting all the Dao Yun imprints scattered in the unpredictable land, some of which he had planned, and some of which were beyond his expectations.

At least, in his plan, before going backwards to Journey to the West, these "closed beta" players should be enough.

Unexpectedly, one Li Chungang blocked these beta players for decades.

This is also a good thing for him, the more changes there are, the more powerful the world will burst out after the world changes.

Of course, it is necessary to smash and suck these restless imprints into the origin of the desolation.

"Something ....... interesting"

Gu Shaoshu looked at the battle of immortals and demons in the sky and smiled.

He naturally didn't have the intention of making a move at this time, pushing back the flood wilderness was his second cultivation path, and he needed to make a move before he reached the last few steps, which was too cheap.

"Perhaps, open beta? Or ......."

His heart was thoughtful.

At this time, the flood famine is one and the same, and the base camp of the wounded clan is regarded as the origin of the flood famine, and in this heavenly game, it is the place of evolution of the many imprints he has absorbed with the flood famine as the center.

At this time, it is just the beginning, and naturally there are not too many players to come in, and this game is only suitable for elites, even if it is an open beta, it may not be much improved.

100 million cannon fodder is just cannon fodder.

Of course, for Gu Shaoju, this is a selection process, like a big wave sweeping sand, from countless cannon fodder, screening out the strong among them.

The reason why the reversal of the flood is promoted in this way is because, in such a model, there is a huge advantage that is unique.

The game can be saved, while the other imprints, in the desolate world, will not.

............

When Mu Qingliu was fighting with the Blood Demon, on a mountain peak outside Ying Tianfu, Gu Changfeng watched quietly.

"Before March, Li Chungang slashed a sword on the top of Shu Mountain, seven thousand miles away, and killed 34,000 blood god sons of the blood demon........"

Not far behind Gu Changfeng, Zhao Qiyi was wearing a white robe, sitting on top of the big bluestone, holding a cup of hot tea, and said quietly.

"Li Chungang is an invincible existence in Shushan! Any sword cultivator's strength can be borrowed by him, and the advantage is too great. ”

An inexplicable smile appeared on Feng Jue's face, and he said lightly: "At a time when the player's strength is only at the third order at most, Li Chungang's fourth-order cultivation is a chasm that is difficult to cross at this time........

In the Cangtian game, cultivation is divided into sixteen orders, and most of today's players only have two orders, and the top few people only have three orders, compared to Li Chungang, the gap is too big.

That Blood Demon is the first batch of internal beta players, and he can barely be regarded as a master among the current players, but he can't take it with Mu Qingliu, who has fallen from the fourth order to less than the third order, which can be seen.

"It seems that the task of destroying Shushan will be delayed for decades or even hundreds of years."

Gu Changfeng sighed slightly.

He is only worthy of entering the third order now, even if he has a lot of means, it is at most similar to that blood demon, thinking about Li Chungang, who is a fourth-order and can accommodate the cultivation of nine thousand sword immortals in Shu Mountain, he feels a little chill in his heart.

The gap is too big, and it's not so easy to get it done.

"Those people, that's not what they think, otherwise, how could this blood demon make a move at this time?"

Zhao Qi smiled, and somewhere after himself, he took out a thermos cup, poured another cup of tea, and handed it to Gu Changfeng: "Come, come, authentic wolfberry soaking ......."

"Brother Zhao......."

Gu Changfeng's face was black, and he looked back and said, "You carry a thermos cup all day long, what kind of trouble are you going to make?" ”

For this group of teammates, Gu Changfeng is also enough.

A captain Wang Zhongchao, a pure martial arts idiot, challenged Li Chungang with a third-order body before, and he is still lying on his corpse.

A Garon, even more in reality, resisted the Skyrim Railgun, and fainted for three months with one shot.

A lone wind, wandering the world, really regards himself as a sword immortal, and he is elusive.

It looks normal, Zhao Qitian holds a thermos cup every day, and gives you a glass of wolfberry water at every turn.........

Fortunately, Feng Jue looked normal, otherwise, he would have to leave this team.

"You don't understand ......."

Zhao Qi smiled and drank it all with a teacup: "Goji berries are bright, and they have the effect of nourishing yin and nourishing the kidneys.......

"Hey, the meat is here! The Blood Demon's teammates have arrived, and it depends on whether Li Chungang will go down the mountain. ”

At this time, Feng Jue's spirit was slightly shocked, put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at Ying Tianfu in the distance.

When Gu Changfeng heard this, he saw that above the sky, one after another figures were rushing towards him!