The sound of grandeur echoed here with the sound of the sword, shocking, a long sword sword shadow floating, there were hundreds of disciples standing on it, all of them were blue and white sword robes, the temperament was extraordinary, all of them bowed their hands and shouted loudly, its momentum was so great that it was eye-catching, in an instant, it seemed that this was not the so-called first major faction of the ghost road, but the ethereal and lonely Tianshan of the Sword Listening Rain Pavilion.

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

With a sword roar, the majestic old man jumped down from the hilt of the long sword that was stuck upside down on the ground, waved his long sleeves, and laughed:

"King to king, general to general, Lie'er, you go, go!!"

"These little ghosts here will be handed over to your junior brothers and sisters."

Chu Lie's expression moved slightly, his eyes swept over the disciple who was stepping on the long sword with his hands slightly arched, solemnly bowed his head, folded his hands in front of him, and arched his hands slightly: "Senior brothers and sisters, wait a little bit." ”

"I'll come when I get my brother's sword."

"Hiccup, hahaha, go big brother!"

Qingdrunk picked up the wine gourd on his waist with one hand, poured a sip on his neck, and laughed with a sword in his right hand: "Don't miss the time of today's wine shop at the bottom of the mountain!" A smile appeared at the corner of Chu Lie's mouth, and he said, "I can't make a mistake." With a shock to his wrist, the golden alchemy array turned into a three-foot Qingfeng long sword, and with a step on his feet, his body was like a flash of lightning rushing towards the so-called hundred-story high pavilion, and a disciple of the Hundred Ghost Pavilion changed his expression, and the strange magic weapon in his palm whined and cried, and he was about to smash down towards Chu Lie who passed by in front.

But at this moment, a sharp sound of breaking the air suddenly appeared, and under the hideous skull of the magic weapon, a sharp long sword grazed the reddened sharp teeth, and a burst of sparks appeared, and the sword robe fell, and he laughed out loud drunk: "This junior brother, your opponent is me!" ”

"Don't underestimate so-and-so!"

Whew!

The body burst out, and in an instant, there seemed to be five or six transparent human figures scattered out from the young man who was drinking and laughing, or splitting or chopping, or stabbing or cutting, free and uninhibited, just in an instant, it swept over the stiff-looking Hundred Ghost Pavilion disciple god, all turned into sword qi, and when the sword qi was permeated, one person jumped into the air, and drank all the liquor in the pot in just one sip, his eyes were drunk and hazy, but his expression was free and uninhibited, the sword was slightly raised, and the man chanted:

"You don't see...... The sword of the river comes from the sky! ”

Rumble!

The sword qi skyrocketed and fell from the sky!

In the long laughter, there is a Qingyue qin sound, Zheng Zheng is like a sword, three thousand black ink swords, in the sky, the sword qi criss-crossed, reflected in the eyes of those high-rollers in the rivers and lakes, stirred up bursts of waves, the heart was agitated but speechless, just stared at the long sword vertical and horizontal, the disciples on the sword have their own style, or free and uninhibited, drinking and laughing, or the scribe is romantic, long sleeves are in the wind, it only makes people feel that every disciple is extremely brilliant, and there are dragons and phoenixes among people as far as the eye can see.

Woo woo woo ~ At this moment, the ghost cried wolf howl, and a black formation unfolded mightily, separating all those Sword Sect disciples, but there was not the slightest fear on their faces, the Seventh Princess's expression changed, and she was a little worried: "It's broken, the formation of the Hundred Ghost Pavilion, how could you be so careless and fall into the formation......

Syllable!

At this moment, there was a sudden pain in her head, and the seventh princess frowned and looked, only to see Meng Yibai lightly spreading the folding fan, looking at the void with clear eyes, and chuckled:

"It can't be broken, it can't be broken."

"It's just right."

"Three of the seven of the drunk, two of the six of the ......"

At this moment, the gentle voice sounded gently, the heaven and the earth lit up, the golden brilliance crisscrossed and crisscrossed, and in an instant, it turned into a huge chessboard, one by one the sword listening to the Yu Pavilion disciples fell in the position of the gentle voice, the corners of their mouths smiled, the situation between heaven and earth changed, the formation of the Hundred Ghost Pavilion was like a roaring dragon on the chess game, but the scattered sword listening to the Yu Pavilion disciples were like a trapped dragon, the sword light was fierce, accompanied by bursts of laughter, Under the unhurried command of the voice, the dragon was trapped alive.

Syllable~

Meng Yibai patted his palm with a folding fan, raised his eyes, and said in sincere admiration: "Sure enough, the name is well deserved, and the sword is played to listen to the Yuge Qingyi...... It can really be called a sentence of Hui quality orchid heart, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow! ”

"Huh?"

The seventh princess frowned slightly when she heard this, and looked at the former's gaze, only to see that at the back of everyone, there was a female disciple in a wheelchair, but there were more than a dozen sword qi crisscrossing according to the number of Zhou Tian, holding it up as if it were on the ground, with a handsome face and gentle eyes, which made people feel no pity, and could only shake their heads and stroking their palms in admiration.

It's truly unparalleled!

On the left is a naughty girl holding a sword, on the right a cold-faced young man is holding a double sword, the air of yin and yang around his body is uncertain, and the killing machine is clear, in front of the girl, a chessboard floats slightly in the air, his fingers are white, and he slides down the green silk of his sideburns, picks up a white jade chess piece, and speaks softly:

"Take people as sons, play chess and sword...... Senior Brother Frost. ”

Whew!

The cold-faced young man on the side bowed his head slightly, and then stepped out, holding two swords into a streamer of light and shooting out, with a murderous aura, with the entry of this young man, all the disciples of the Sword Listening to the Rain Pavilion on the field changed their positions extremely skillfully, and the situation suddenly changed, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a game of tigers devouring dragons.

Syllable~

The chess pieces fell gently, Qing Yi pursed his lips and chuckled, his eyebrows and eyes were clean and clear, but he had an awe-inspiring demeanor, and his elegance was peerless.

"Slay the dragon."

Whew!

At the same time, inside the Hundred Ghost Pavilion, Chu Lie's figure turned into an incomparably sharp streamer and rose rapidly, but no one in front of him blocked the way, all the way straight, three floors, seventeen floors, thirty-one floors, the Hundred Ghost Pavilion, which ordinary people feared like a tiger, was like a smooth road to the sky at this time.

On the fifty-first floor, an old man of the Hundred Ghost Pavilion was walking back and forth in the house, sensing that sharp qi was approaching more and more, and the anger in his heart was like molten lava in a volcano. No shots! ”

"The prestige of my Hundred Ghost Pavilion was trampled on by his junior at will?!"

"Peace, peace! Fuck it! The old man has been separated for fifty years, and this time he wants to disobey the order of the cabinet master! ”

In the angry shout, the old man's goosebump-like palm turned up, and a dark light appeared on it, and the faint sound of a ghost crying wolf howl came, and the palm of his hand was slightly raised to the direction of the passage, and the corner of his mouth showed a cold smile, but at this moment, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded, and Sen Han's sword qi suddenly burst out from below, like chopping waves, almost instantaneously appeared where the old man was.

Crash!

In the explosion, the wall full of prohibitions was cut almost instantly, and the sword aura was clear, unceremoniously rubbing his face and falling, bombarding the attic hard, layers of forbidden streamers flooded, and the old man who had sworn just now was completely stiff, his face was pale, and he was full of cold sweat, and the black light on his palm was still entangled, but he let Chu Lie turn into a streamer and pass over from here.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths later that the old man's soul, which seemed to have been frightened by a sword, returned to his body, and lowered his head stiffly, and a hideous sword mark appeared at his feet, and the sound of wind and thunder still echoed in his ears, making his body tremble, and at this time, the domineering and sharp old voice resounded throughout the world outside.

The old man in the sword robe waved his sleeve robe, and his vigorous and powerful palm pulled out the long sword that was inserted into the ground, and the sword blade was raised, pointing directly at the Hundred Ghost Pavilion that rose to the sky, and the momentum was gloomy, the corners of his mouth grinned, his smile was sharp and domineering, and he laughed with unstoppable arrogance.

"The junior's affairs will be handled by the juniors."

"If an old friend or a new friend has itchy hands, you might as well come down! Fight with the old man, one is self-sufficient, and two are better! Three or four are not bad either! ”

"Beichen Sword has not been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, the old man is eighty-two, and he still drinks strong wine, but I don't know if Qingfeng in his hand can still cut off that good head! Aha! ”

Full of provocative laughter, there was silence, Ke Zhenlong's face froze, and the high-rollers in the rivers and lakes looked ignorant, the name of the Beichen Sword has been an extremely old legend in the ears of this generation, but the reaction of the Hundred Ghost Pavilion said it all...... There was a dead silence, no senior master appeared, the old figure was a single sword, laughing wildly when the song had already subdued a big faction in the world, the spirit was majestic, it made people yearn for it, on the ninety-seventh floor of the Hundred Ghost Pavilion, an old man listened to the sound of wild laughter, his body shook, and the lingering nightmare in his mind resurfaced-

The heavenly river poured down, and the dragon that roared but screamed sadly in the sky, and the young man who was covered in blood and laughed wildly in the sky.

Step on the seven stars, reverse the Beidou, and the sword turns to the stars!

Beichen Sword Immortal, Yun Xuzi.

Just thinking of the name again, the old man's body trembled violently again, and he exhaled a long breath of turbidity, forcibly stabilized his voice, and said in a deep voice:

"Tong'er, the old man suddenly felt that he was going to retreat at this time, and everyone, even the pavilion master, would not be seen when he came!"

"Yes, Grand Elder."

The boy guarding outside the door was stunned for a moment, and then bowed respectfully, and in the next moment, the old man's palm waved hurriedly, and the open pavilion door closed directly with a bang, and then seemed to feel unsafe and slapped more than a dozen prohibitions on it, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and the old man's face was already full of cold sweat at this time, listening to the wild laughter that seemed to be still in his ears, and he whispered angrily with hatred.

"Idiot! Shaft! A hairless offspring! Yi Jian Listen to the Rain Pavilion...... This kind of madman sect, you dare to provoke it?! ”

"After the great change fifty years ago, there were only three or five big cats and kittens left on the mountain, but even so, they were firmly in the third place in the world......"

"Do you really think it's made by Zentang?"

With a heavy sigh, the old man's figure seemed to become more old, and he sat down weakly, and muttered:

"Young man, still young...... I just don't care about us old guys...... The world always says that my Excellency has the remains of ten thousand ghosts......"

"But you don't know ......"

"Listening to the heads killed by the Rain Pavilion over the years, it is enough to build three more Hundred Ghost Pavilions!"

PS: This is today's first update, the second more should also be more than eleven o'clock, I hope you like it, well, cheeky to ask you for a ticket~ (hug your fist)

PS: Thank you for the Wanyue Tian's lonely blood, what is it, I've been a little busy lately, so Lao Tie's plus more will be slightly delayed, but don't worry, I won't be repaid, how to say it, the days are still very long~ha~