"Huh?! Answer my question! Seeing that Yue Zhou had never spoken, he was drunk and the Yellow Dragon Dragon Scale Knife touched the ground, and the golden and white robes were windless and automatic, which was even more majestic and domineering.

Yue Zhou was just about to speak, but when he saw that Gu Ling Yan had already stepped out, he actually said to the drunk Huang Long: "This friend, Gu Ling Yan advises you not to meddle in this matter." ”

Although the drunken Huanglong's aura at this time was strong, it was not enough to make the great grandmaster Gu Ling Yan feel afraid and leave directly.

Yue Zhou's heart moved, originally seeing Hahalong appear, he was still a little worried that Gu Ling would pass away and turn his head and leave.

But he didn't expect that Gu Ling Yanyan was still playing his own idea.

Yue Zhou was right when he thought about it carefully, the sword dragon lineage was not the same as other martial artists, and the aura on the surface was very different from the actual combat power.

For example, a good friend laughs at the blunt sword, usually looks like a six-star level of breath, but under the life-and-death struggle, awakens the dragon soul, the sword dragon opens his eyes, and his power can directly break from the six stars to the seven stars.

Although the current cheap big bohaha dragon is the strongest among the five dragons of the heavens, it is only at the seven-star level in its ordinary state, which is the same as the ancient tomb passing smoke.

But how could Gu Ling Yanyan know the secret of the sword dragon, let alone know that under the full strength of the person in front of him, the power could go straight to the eight-star level.

In his opinion, both of them are of the same level, although they will be afraid, but how can they turn away directly because of fear?!

It's just right, after letting the cheap uncle take him, he has a way to concoct him.

actually wanted to catch himself to the smoke and cut the chicken, this kind of hatred is much deeper than Dongfang Dingli slashing himself.

However, as soon as Gu Ling Yan spoke, he immediately attracted the attention of the drunken Yellow Dragon.

"Zheng!" The blade of the dragon scale divine knife turned, and the smoke of the ancient tomb was only dazzling.

A pair of majestic emperors, domineering eyes stared at him, and invisibly, he actually felt a burst of oppression.

"This person is your enemy?!" Although the drunken Huang Long was watching the ancient tomb pass away, his tone was clearly speaking to Yue Zhou.

"Hmm!" Gu Ling sighed, but he felt that something was wrong.

The person in front of him should have a foundation similar to his own, how can he give himself such pressure?!

Yue Zhou's side immediately reacted, nodded, and pointed to the smoke of the ancient tomb: "It's him!" ”

Then he added: "This person is a heinous crime, it is difficult to write, and he likes to kidnap people with talents, castrate them, and even more careless of human life." Uncle, you must not let him go! ”

"The child on his back is his captivity!" Yue Zhou pointed to the flue of the ancient tomb, but he was worried that the drunken Huanglong would have reservations, and finally let it go.

After all, in the original plot, although the drunken Huanglong spent most of his time on the way to probation brothers and probation brothers.

However, a long time ago, he dared to stand up, and after being betrayed by the world in World War I, he turned into Luo Yu, who destroyed the world's martial arts.

It shows that he is a chivalrous man in his heart.

If he didn't know the true face of the ancient tomb, maybe he would have repelled it and it would be over.

Yue Zhou wanted to make Gu Lingyan pay enough price, and he had to pay the price for the hatred of cutting chickens.

It just so happens that the upper limit of the Styx Pact is seven stars, and the ancient tomb has not yet gone beyond this category.

Yue Zhou had already thought in his heart about how to clean up the smoke of the ancient tomb after this matter was over.

However, Gu Ling Yanyan felt a little wronged at this time, which was obviously Qi Taizu who took the initiative to trade and handed over people to himself.

However, he is always arrogant and does not explain.

"Hahahahaha......" Yue Zhou replied with a burst of laughter, full of pride.

Gu Ling Yanyan felt a dangerous aura in his heart, an ominous aura.

"That's great!" The drunken Huanglong looked up to the sky and smiled, arrogant: "Today, I will remove this scourge for you and exchange the news of Chilin!" ”

Do you only know Chilin, and the other brothers don't ask? Yue Zhou complained in his heart.

When the words fell, the drunken yellow dragon didn't even wait for Yue Zhou to answer, the divine sword dragon scales were raised, and suddenly the golden dragon burst into the air, and the sound of the dragon's groan resounded in the sky.

The drunken yellow dragon has already burst out, and the divine sword dragon scales are fierce, carrying the momentum of splitting mountains and splitting the ground, and slashing angrily.

Gu Lingyan's face sank, but he had already taken precautions in his heart, and he had already reacted, and when he turned around, he had already avoided the magnificent knife in front of him.

The divine knife splits the ground, and the majestic energy scatters into the ground, and the land, the grass, trees, mountains and rocks, suddenly like being hit hard, all of them are shattered, and the ground is full of residue and smoke.

However, in just an instant, all the smoke and dust in the sky moved with the wind, scattering and separating.

But I saw that a wide black sword, silently, had already slashed out towards the drunken yellow dragon.

"Bell!" Sparks splashed, and the drunken Huanglong slashed the air, but his movements did not lag at all, and he turned around and stabbed again.

The black sword divine sword collided, but Gu Ling Yan took three steps backwards in a row, and his heart was shocked and indescribable.

The sword technique of the swordsman in front of him is majestic, and the foundation is extremely majestic.

Moreover, that majestic and magnificent sword intent is like the emperor going out on patrol, sweeping away many dark and evil things in the world.

Who the hell is this person?!

Drunk Huanglong, I have never heard of this name.

Logically speaking, such a cultivator should never be so nameless.

The doubts in Gu Ling's heart became deeper and deeper.

However, the doubts in his heart did not make his movements half a minute slow, his body technique was subtle, and the black sword made moves, and the moves were amorphous.

Between the moves, it is like flowing clouds and water, containing the wonderful meaning of nature, and it is like an empty mountain wind and rain, changing and uncertain, without suffocation, and there is a sense of ethereal smoke.

At this time, the ancient tomb passed away, but he wanted to deal with the grandeur of the drunken Yellow Dragon with such an empty and ethereal momentum, and he didn't fight hard at all.

No matter how magnificent the sword intent is, no matter how majestic the foundation is, once it fails again and again and falls into a drag war, the momentum will always decrease.

I have to say that the title of the Great Grandmaster of Guling Passing Smoke is not for nothing, although his character is not good, but his martial arts attainments are not false.

Facing an opponent like Drunken Huanglong, he clearly knew how he should deal with it.

Empty and ethereal to the general trend, no matter how majestic and domineering your emperor is, no matter how you command the six and eight wilderness, sweep the world.

I am ethereal, what is Dili to me?

It's just that Gu Ling Yan is a generation of grandmasters, will Huang Long's attainments in martial arts be worse than him?!

As the head of the five dragons of the Imperial Heavens, the drunken Yellow Dragon was born with the body of a five-clawed golden dragon, and he was the most noble emperor, and he was cultivated as the next Dragon Emperor since he was a child, and he was the best cultivation in the Heavenly Realm.

Either way, it's the best choice.

The abacus of the passing smoke of the ancient tomb, how can the drunken Huanglong not see through it?! How could he get his wish?

A horizontal slash, the momentum is like a rainbow, the smoke of the ancient tomb is like rain, and the black sword qi is like raindrops.

However, it was drunk and Huanglong set off a storm with a knife, and they were all drowned.

Gu Ling's passing smoke body method was ethereal, taking the opportunity to dodge, and turning around was another sword slash, the sword came out silently, as fast as a black lightning, stabbing at the drunken yellow dragon.

Until now, the pace of the battle has been in its favor.

This person's sword is majestic, but the speed is not enough, and the gap between the successive swords is enough to avoid it, and he can find an opportunity to fight back with his sword.

Gu Ling Yanyan did not expect to be able to use this method of battle to catch the flaws of the sword in front of him.

He was just using this simple drag to wear down the sharpness of this swordsman.

However, this knife made Gu Ling go by surprise.

But seeing the drunken Yellow Dragon, he slashed through the air with a single sword, and the vast power still erupted, pulling out a wave of white qi visible to the naked eye, spreading away, and shattering a large stone in the distance.

However, at this moment, the drunken Huang Long's dragon qi Nei Yuan mentioned, and a deep shout sounded: "Night Dragon Swirl!" ”

The dragon scales of the divine sword suddenly turned around and slashed, the momentum became even more fierce, and the dragon of the emperor turned into a fierce dragon at this time.

One knife out and one knife down, originally it always needed a moment of condensation, ventilation and change of moves.

Gu Ling Yan has rich experience in martial arts, so he seized this opportunity and has been fighting with the drunken Yellow Dragon.

However, at this moment, the drunken Yellow Dragon stabbed two times in succession, and there was no gap in them, and the momentum and strength were stronger.

Moreover, at such an opportunity, you can't avoid it, and if you avoid it, you will give the rhythm of the battle to others.

Only hard work! What are you afraid of?! Gu Ling passed away, and a thought flashed in his heart.

The black sword in his hand was held horizontally, the momentum was condensed, and the sword intent was awe-inspiring.

"Painting the sky is a god, condensing the sword is a spirit, there is nothing in all directions, it is a human sword!" There was a long groan, and the sword qi was full of energy.

At this time, the ancient tomb passed away, and there was nothing else except the sword, only one person and one sword, the heart and the sword were together, and the human sword was the same.

A single sword, facing the fierce dragon of the emperor, raise the sword to the sky.

Baidai Kunwu, a sword swinged, the sword light like a rainbow.

"Drink!" With a soft shout, the swords struck each other.

The smoke clouds are ethereal in the end, a pair of heads, how can they defeat the emperor dragon?

The Great Grandmaster took three steps back, and the blade of the Hundred Generations Kunwu Sword was inserted into the ground, and on the slender five fingers, the blood slashed down, adding a touch of scarlet to the Hundred Generations Kungo.

The drunken yellow dragon went further, and the divine sword dragon scales rose again.

In such a life-threatening atmosphere, Gu Ling knows that there is no way to retreat, and he fights to the death, and he may be able to open up a new opportunity.

Immediately decided, a hundred generations of Kunwu horizontal.

"Heaven forgiveness, earth judgment, no blame, three swords return to the sect!" Heaven, earth and man, the appearance of the three talents, but they were turned into their own swordsmanship by the smoke of the ancient tomb, and achieved the three swords of heaven, earth and man.

Right now, at the most pressing moment, the great grandmaster has one mind in his heart, and the three swords of the world are all under one sword.

The meaning of the three swords turned into a thought and came out of the heart.

Baidai Kunwu moved slightly, his sword intent was immense, and even the drunken Huanglong had a look of admiration in his eyes.

"A swordsman who is not bad, regardless of virtue, only martial arts, I should give you enough respect." Drunk Huang Long held the divine sword dragon scales, and came step by step, with admiration.

In an instant, a golden streamer flashed in his eyes, and the emperor's momentum was even stronger.

The smoke of the ancient tomb was only in the ears, and there seemed to be a shocking dragon chant faintly.

"Qingyu Emperor Dragon Slash!" Drunk Huang Long's body moved, above the scales of the divine sword dragon, the sword qi was vigorous, and the figure moved rapidly, rushing straight to the ancient tomb and passing away.

At this time, the sword dragon opened its eyes, and the drunken yellow dragon was even higher in terms of speed, strength, and momentum.

"Drink!" However, at this time, the Great Grandmaster, full of sword intent, saw this scene, and there was no wave.

In his heart, there is only one sword!

The heart moves, the body moves, the sword moves!

The dragon roared and roared, resounding through the clouds.

The wind was howling all around, and in the center of the battlefield, the storm suddenly rose, and there was no trace of clouds in the sky.

Even Yue Zhou, who was standing in the distance watching the battle, could feel the strong wind blowing on his face, mixed with residual sword qi, cutting his cheek and blood sliding down.

However, he had no intention of paying attention to the matter, and was preoccupied with the center of the storm.

Baidai Kunwu, quietly on the ground, on the sword body, a little bit of red.

"I sent you on the road with the eye of the sword dragon, which is worthy of your cultivation." The drunken Huanglong's tone was still as high-pitched.

"Huh." At the last moment of his life, the Great Grandmaster Gu Ling passed away and smiled gloomily.

But he insisted on the last strength to relieve the child behind his back.

Holding it in his arms, he gently stroked the bloody and tearful eyes on his face, as if he was reluctant.

"I! Unwilling! ”

In the end, there was only a long howl, echoing the ancient veins of the dragon.

The god of the smoke capital, the great master of the ancient tomb passed away, and the sword died here.

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