Looking up and seeing that it was not early, thinking that the swallow was still waiting for him at "home", Ling Lang felt a little empty in his heart. So he walked a short distance to the side, and then used his soul to investigate the surroundings, found a corner where no one was, and directly drove the Yellow Dragon and flew to the "Swift Tower" on Chongming Island - knowing that Ling Lang liked rainy days, Kong Qingyan insisted on naming Xiaolou.

Since stepping into the gate of the Five Realms, Ling Lang's state of mind has changed, he knows that the world of cultivation is more sinister than the world, although he does not dare to forget Mingzhe to protect himself, but he is indeed no longer afraid of things in the past. Sometimes it's too passive, talking about it and then taking the initiative, but it's just like sitting back and waiting for death. And after Mr. Lin roughly learned about the situation in the magic capital, he knew that most of the forces on all sides were now restraining themselves, trying not to make trouble, but Ling Lang ran out to be a "thorn".

But Ling Lang still didn't lower his vigilance, he still tried his best to reduce the size of Huanglong's body, and his speed was controlled as unhurried as possible, and he didn't "show his teeth and claws" along the way, let alone let the dragon roar by, making people feel that they were too "arrogant and domineering".

In a moment, Huang Long had already flown away from the city and came to the outskirts, at this time, there was a luxury cruise ship-shaped garden villa on the ground, and suddenly two sword qi flew up, rising into the sky.

Huang Long stretched out his front paws and pushed away the sword qi, the other party's cultivation was not weak, and Huang Long's body was shocked slightly, Ling Lang hurriedly sent his voice down with his soul thoughts: "Huaxia people's clan, hurry up, pass through here, no offense." "The sword aura is fierce, it should be a character like sword cultivation. The sword intent is righteous and majestic, it feels like some authentic methods in Huaxia, and it has been delayed for too long tonight, although he has already called to inform him, Ling Lang still doesn't want Kong Qingyan to worry too much, so he doesn't want to stay any longer.

"Hmph......", a cold voice at the bottom responded, followed by two figures stepping on the sword and shooting up, blocking in front of Ling Lang.

The person who came was a man and a woman - a man with a shirt in a shirt, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a tall body, a hanging ring at the waist, long sleeves fluttering, and a handsome man. The woman next to her was wearing a purple palace dress, with a flying fairy bun on her head, her face was like a full moon, and her temperament was luxurious.

"I've seen two of them, I don't know if they're blocking my way, but is there anything wrong?" Seeing the two Jade Soul Sword Immortals with outstanding demeanor, Ling Lang felt a little good, and took the initiative to hug each other and ask.

The man in the green shirt stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes raised, looking up at the night sky, and did not reply. Instead, the woman in palace clothes said coldly: "Whose family are you a descendant? Dare to fly with a dragon at night, but you know that it is disturbing the cultivation of our husband and wife." Her voice is like a clear spring into a silver bottle, extremely beautiful, but between the words, there is a lack of human touch.

Because he was afraid of the fierce wind in the sky, Ling Lang was generally at an altitude of about 1,000 zhang, which was just outside the line of sight of ordinary people. The Yellow Dragon is all unfolded, nearly five zhang in size, for the original capture of Daniel Zhang's soul artifact material, plus absorbing the black dragon Zhenyuan under Zhenhai downstairs condensed, half virtual and half real, ordinary people are even more difficult to see at a glance, and when the sky is swept by, unless the cultivator deliberately visits, there is nothing to talk about.

"My surname is Ling, but I am just an unknown person, and the two of you actually said that I disturbed your cultivation, I don't know if you two happened to settle here, or have you been here for some time? If it is the latter, then a few days ago, there seemed to be a vision in the Demon Capital from time to time, and the elites of each family were also injured a lot, could the two of you ever feel it?" Ling Lang knew that there was a reason for the incident, and his heart moved, and he asked the other party instead.

Hearing about the suffering of the elites of the various families, the man in the green shirt finally glanced at Ling Lang and replied coldly: "Qi knows a little about this kind of thing. ”

"Oh, have those two ever met the foreigner who did evil?" Seeing that the other party was dressed as an ancient, Ling Lang also followed Wen Crepe when he spoke.

The man in the green shirt seemed to immediately understand the meaning of Ling Lang's words, his face sank slightly, and he said, "But I haven't met it." ”

"That ......", Ling Lang just wanted to continue asking, but the woman in the palace costume interrupted him, suddenly interjected, and said, "Brother Zhishu, why bother talking to him more, this person is hiding his head and showing his tail, he must not be a kind person." But it was the palace woman who saw that Ling Lang didn't know the two of them, and didn't dare to tell the origin of the family, she was already contemptuous, she looked cold, but she was a strong character, during this period of time, Ling Lang rode the dragon around Chongming Island, circling around, they had already noticed it, and they didn't know if they were friends or enemies, just passing over here tonight, and someone entrusted them, so they showed up and stopped Ling Lang.

Seeing that the other party judged his own good and evil so lightly, he expected that he had already set his eyes on himself, as if he was here to find fault, Ling Lang simply didn't say anything else, and asked lightly: "What do you two want?"

The woman in the palace costume stretched out her hand, and the sword that emitted cyan fluorescence under her feet had already flown into her hand, and said coldly: "Give the yellow dragon under your seat to our husband and wife, and you can be let go if you are disturbed tonight." Otherwise, don't blame us for the lack of eyes in our swords. ”

Glancing at the three-foot green peak, it felt quite familiar, Ling Lang suddenly thought of the Topaz Pendant that was later handed over to Kong Qingyan for safekeeping, and asked again, "The two are from Shu Mountain?"

The man in the green shirt sighed and replied, "You know our identity, can you tell you where your teacher is?"

Ling Lang smiled and replied, "A wild cultivator, but there is no teacher. Ling Lang was already a little impatient in his heart, and he didn't bother to use Lu Dongbin's name to suppress the other party.

The man in the green shirt just wanted to ask again, but the woman in the palace dress next to him tugged at his sleeve, pointed at Huanglong, and said first: "I actually know that we are from Shushan, so let's take it out, it just so happens that my husband is useful." ”

However, although Shushan is a thousand-year-old Chinese Dingzong, in today's era of lack of aura, the foundation has been used to seventy-seven eighty-eight. Moreover, the first vein of Shushan is mostly sword cultivation, condensing the body of spirit beasts, and it is not the director. Besides, the dragon-like figuration that can carry people to fly is not easy to talk about if there is no special opportunity. The power of Bai Qijun's soul is like that, and he has been planning for two thousand years but can't, so Ling Lang's body has a special soul, plus all kinds of opportunities, so he doesn't think it's so rare, and one person has four.

Although the sword is good, how can it compare to the chic scenery of the dragon? The dragon has always been a symbol of status in China, and it is respected by gold, but there is a higher existence above the golden dragon, that is, the colorful dragon. Ling Lang's Yellow Dragon was originally earthy yellow all over, and later devoured the essence of the black dragon, and the lower third of the abdomen and the newly grown half of the claws were black, although it was not enough to be called a real true dragon, but as long as it got the supreme opportunity, it was likely to evolve into three colors, four colors, and even the legendary five colors.

The palace woman originally wanted to try Ling Lang's cultivation, and to distinguish whether he was a friend or an enemy, but at this time, she had clearly seen the treasure. Not long ago, the sword he held was damaged, especially the one in his husband's hand, which has not yet recovered to eighty percent of its heyday. A small disturbance to the practice was actually a common thing in the past, but it was just an excuse to make it easier for oneself to start.

Seeing that Ling Lang said that he had no teacher, although he couldn't see how he cultivated, he was just a solo cultivator, and it was only after a great adventure that he received such a dragon of the Four Realms. The palace woman was determined in her heart, and she no longer talked to Ling Lang, and the man in green shirt beside her gestured with her eyes, and then took out the sword and took Ling Lang's head.

Among the various legends and secrets involved, although Ling Lang knew that Shushan had always prided himself on being orthodox, he had always been domineering, but he didn't expect the other party to be so unreasonable, but after a few words, he would kill people and seize treasures.

The man in the green shirt sighed lightly when he saw that the woman in the palace costume had already made a move, and the same sword followed. The blue light is boundless, the purple light is shining, and it is really the form of the purple and green double swords of Shu Mountain.

Seeing this, Ling Lang sneered, "Want my Huanglong, I'm afraid you don't have enough means." After speaking, the Thousand Soul Mountain appeared, covering the sky above the other two. The person stood at the head of the Yellow Dragon, slapped forward with a palm, a giant golden handprint three zhang large, the body was crystal clear, smooth as glass, the Sanskrit text was around, the Sanskrit sound burst, and then flew out with a roar, but the "sonorous" two sounds, the purple and green double swords have been slapped down and fell down.

Ling Lang hates traitors the most in his heart, and there are also this kind of indiscriminate and sanctimonious people who treat human life like a mustard only according to their own preferences, fighting inside and fighting inside, and fighting outside the country.

The Vajra Mudra was obtained by Guan Gong when he saw that Ling Lang's attack methods were lacking, and sensed his Soul Splitting Bodhisattva, although he himself disdained to use it, but passed it on to Ling Lang, who had a Buddha-like tendency, and it was extremely powerful.

The big hand was only slightly cut off by the sword qi, and the two swords were easily swatted off like a fly. The castration is not over, and in the blink of an eye, it has already come to the man in green shirt and the woman in palace clothes, the faces of the other two have changed greatly, and they want to dodge, but they want to press down on the mountain above their heads, and there is an incomparable power of imprisonment, so that their figures cannot be exerted, and they can not avoid it.

Most of the cultivation of the two of them is on the purple and green double swords, although those two swords are not real originals, they are also rare magic weapons in the world, but they never imagined that they would be so vulnerable. The gap between the five realms and the four realms, and the differences, can not be fully described?

Ling Lang was annoyed in his heart, he had already used seven or eight points of cultivation, the man in green shirt and the woman in palace clothes, he didn't even have time to do the extra struggle, just listening to the sound of "bang", the body protection qi gang was blatantly slapped away by the big hand, and his body was also blown away dozens of meters away, "poof, poof" A few mouthfuls of blood spurted out, already like two dead snakes, and the whole body couldn't move.

Ling Lang waved his hand, collected the Soul Mountain and the big mudra, and said in a cold voice: "For the sake of your Lu Zu's face, I will spare you once now, and the next time you dare to do this, it will be when you will die." After speaking, he didn't look at the other party again, and passed away.