The blue waves fly straight down, the trees fall and the stones are broken, the city gate struggles in the waves, a few green tiles shake down, the water wets the long street of Yongdao, and the city is destroyed and the country is destroyed, and the ancestral hall of the forbidden palace has nine golden dragons.

Dancing in the air, tearing apart countless demons and returning, dispersing the sea water, cruising in all directions, turning into a bright glow to seal the ancient city, blocking the waves of the sea.

"What a broken thing, break it for me!"

Kebdu roared and raised his heavy sword, slashing down at the light shield, and the sword light passed, the clouds dispersed, the water broke, and the shadows pressed down, crossing half the city.

A few swords fell to the ground, and the burly hero looked up at the sword falling in the sky, opened his mouth and forgot to speak, there were fine drops of sweat on his forehead, and his palms were constantly trembling.

This is simply beyond the reach of manpower, it is dead, it is dead!

The sound of Suosuo's shattering gradually turned into a cry, the long street became chaotic, a ray of sword light swayed, the magic sword broke and annihilated, and the sunlight returned to the earth, and after a moment it was obscured again.

Glancing at the young man who was facing the demons alone, Li Si stood in the air and said loudly: "Everyone is in place, retreat according to the No. 3 plan." ”

Soldiers continued to rush to the long street, and everyone boarded the carriage in an orderly manner, disappearing into the teleportation array, and the cries gradually disappeared.

Seeing the last carriage leave, Ying Zheng and Kong Zhou stepped out of the Golden Palace, looking up at the nine clouds, ignoring Haori who was obscured by the clouds, staring at the glow that was more dazzling than that.

"Can the teacher win?"

"When did he lose?"

The monarch asked, the courtiers answered, saying that Kong Zhou glanced at Yingzheng, and asked rhetorically, holding the sword, suppressing the fighting spirit in his heart, and also wanted to discuss the sword with the demon, but he couldn't go, there were more important things in front of him.

"Do you regret it?"

Ying Zheng walked to the stone steps and sat down, staring at the sword light in the sky, unable to see clearly, even if he was asking Kong Zhou, he was also asking himself.

Do you regret not being the one who fought the sword in your dreams?

Maybe, but it should be temporary, and it is the most important thing to do to make the people of Qin and the people of the world smile, as a king, for the country and the people.

What's more, not to seek the next life, but to stand in the present is taught by the teacher.

"No, our swords are different, but we do similar things, all for the world!"

Ying Zheng's doubts were solved, Kong Zhou also spoke out at the right time, the monarchs and ministers looked at each other and smiled, looking up at the sky, looking forward to the calm waves.

Luoyang was too fast, Kebudu had to become the size of someone because of this, chasing after Luoyang, his wings kept vibrating, and he couldn't see the trace of Luoyang if he wasn't careful.

"Come out, if you don't come out, I'll destroy this light mask!"

The surging waves could not stop the battle cry from being furious, and Luoyang glanced at Kebdu, and turned to look up at the sky.

If you don't close the portal, no matter how much you fight, it's futile to kill, and you should destroy these portals and catch turtles in the urn than to kill demons!

The heart is determined to move, the sword fireworks are hazy, all beings are born in the sky, the fragrance of wine spreads, and the north-south portal shakes slightly, making a streamer disperse.

Although there is no source of living water, the surging waves are not willing to stop roaring, the waves outside the light mask are raging, and the ugly fish-man is stepping on the waves, constantly poking the steel fork, watching the streamer shine, and never tired of it.

"Listen to Ray. ”

There has never been such a gentleness as electric light, just like the flowing water of the flower bridge, the spring breeze in February, gently brushing on the light mask, the rolling fishman soared into the air, the rolling thunder exploded, and the sea water was dyed red.

"But what to do, remove it, or burn. ”

Ying Zheng lowered his head, moved his sore neck, and was a little worried about the corpses of the fishmen and the seawater, and then couldn't help but think of the official roads and barracks outside the city.

These had to be rebuilt, which was a lot of money, as well as the food in the city, plus the military expenses needed to blitz the Great Wei......

What about the monarch, how can a monarch be so poor?

"Give me death!"

A piercing roar pierced through the light mask, and Ying Zheng looked up, unable to see Kebdu's movements clearly, only to see a streamer falling into the sky, crashing into the plain white light.

"Teacher!" Ying Zheng got up in horror, clenched his fists, and wanted to draw his sword to the sky.

"No harm, don't worry. ”

Luoyang glanced at Yingzheng, forgot to wave lightly with Fei Kebudu, glanced at the east-west portal, turned around to draw the sword, and the bright sword light swayed up, like a waning moon, intoxicated with flowers.

The wingless demons who broke through the boundary fell into the sky, like the wind scattering autumn leaves, Kebudu's eyes were red, and he attacked again with the magic sword, and slashed out more than thirty swords in one go, and the swords were all towards Luoyang, and the swords and swords were only offensive but not defensive.

Luoyang wandered in the sword light, from time to time with his sword to block a few moves, his mind was not in the sky but in the city, perceiving the empty streets and alleys, and he couldn't understand the intention of doing so.

There is no point in having him in this war at all, the Heavenly Master knows that he is in Xianyang, why do you want to play this miscellaneous move?

In order to spread the Phantom Pluto?

The Phantom Pluto Star is not incurable, and what is lost is only the treasure medicine of the Medicine Valley, which cannot pose any threat to Xianyang.

To assassinate Win Zheng?

It's not right, unless the Heavenly Master personally takes action, no one can attack and kill at all.

What's that for?

Out of food, out of food......

Is it for the border pass, using the phantom to break the city, using grain and grass to buy large and small orders, and waving the army, the six countries will not be idle, there is no need to kill Ying Zheng at all, just need to trap him, and the leaderless army of the dragons will be defeated!

The more I thought about Luoyang, the more I felt that it was possible, Dao Yun wrapped and forgot the four, the bright sword light receded in color, and before he could cut it, Kebudu flew back, flapped his wings and swayed, and went straight to the portal.

The light on the sword becomes invisible and retreats, this is what the holy master said, you have to be obedient.

"Want to run?"

Luoyang snorted coldly, his figure shone, the crime was broken, the sword river flowed through the void, the brilliance was rippling, followed by the thousand lotus, the sword light was chaotic in the sky, and the east-west portal was broken at the same time, dissipating in the warm noon sun.

Looking around at the empty sky, Luoyang flew down to the Forbidden Palace, and his voice was very urgent, "Contact the border gate to determine the situation, if you can't do it, immediately contact the academy to launch a natural disaster on the grassland!"

Ying Zheng thought about it slightly, suddenly realized, hurriedly rushed into the hall, took out the communication charm, and asked in a loud voice: "Fan Sui, Fan Sui, how is the situation at the border pass." ”

There was no reply for a long time, the hall was terrifyingly quiet, Ying Zheng clenched his fists, still waiting, and couldn't bear to launch an offensive, the weapon hurt the heavens and the peace, under one blow, millions of corpses were ambushed, which was inconsistent with benevolence and righteousness.

"Your Majesty, the Prairie Army has retreated, but the Phantom Pluto is difficult to control......"

The messenger flashed a streamer, Ying Zheng breathed lightly, looked up, Luoyang was still frowning, and then pondered, from the lockdown to the bits and pieces after the siege was lifted, he always felt that this matter was not so simple, but he couldn't understand the pass.

"What's going on with the Six Nations?"

"Each has increased its troops, and not long ago all of them retreated. ”

Ying Zheng looked at the messenger and frowned, this thing is really weird, everything must have a reason, what is this plan?

I don't know if it was the unnamed wind or the fluttering of the fishing hook, and layers of ripples rose from the mirror lake, blurring the situation in the Xianyang Palace.

The sloppy Taoist retracted his gaze, looked at the chessboard, smiled and waved his hand, took out the chessboard from the grass ball, and hooked the corners of his lips proudly.

The shadows are buried, and they will wait for spring to sprout.

The branches and leaves have also been cut off, the so-called Qiao woman is difficult to cook without rice, to treat the phantom pluto star evil needs treasure medicine, take advantage of this medicine Gu treasure medicine for their own use, even if there is medicine to cure the process will be much slower, and when the star is gone, it is expected that the big plan can be achieved.

"Don't be too happy, we don't know the content of Yang Tianfeng's deal with Luoyang yet, if we can ask Luoyang to let him go, the conditions given must be extraordinary. ”

"It's me who gets carried away, this time is the most relaxed for them, should we add more fire. ”

"No, it's too much, I want to know more than this, where did midnight go. ”

The Heavenly Master narrowed his eyes, his conviction was a little shaken again, he thought about it, and said coldly: "Tell him to go to the academy again, maybe we will have a harvest." ”

"Yes. ”

The sloppy Taoist crushed the talisman in his hand, sensed the movement of the black-robed guest, moved his eyes to Jinghu, stared at Luoyang, and was also a little suspicious.

Xianyang is in turmoil, it is impossible not to come at midnight, and if you calculate carefully, since the first appearance of midnight, Luoyang has not appeared at the same time as midnight.

It's the same in the middle of the night outside the Medicine Valley, it's obviously a matter that can be solved by the messenger, why do you want to go to Kunlun in person, this is a big doubt.

The flower fell on the chessboard, the idea called killing, the master looked up at the sky, rolled his eyes, and muttered: "I know, I know, I'm not old and confused, I don't need you to remind me." ”

The sound fell and the wind blew loudly, and after a long time, the master glanced at the outside of the academy with a disgraced face, and the sound was chaotic outside the sky, "Nanmo, call Nan Nuo to come over and do a favor......

"Don't go!"

Nan Mo snorted coldly, looking at his granddaughter who was practicing swords slowly, as soon as she was angry, her realm was indeed refined, but it was because of the way of the sword, not because of Mo Yan.

"I can teach you how to defeat Zixuan. ”

"Deal!"

Nan Mo opened his mouth without thinking, but after saying that, he felt that he had agreed too quickly, and was about to explain something, when Nan Nuo had already been taken to the academy.

Outside the peach forest, on the mountain road, the black-robed guest bowed and saluted, "The younger generation has seen the master, and he dares to invite midnight friends to discuss swords!"

"Please wait a moment before midnight breaks through. ”

Mr. Big's voice sounded behind the mountain, and the sloppy Taoist couldn't help frowning, staring at Luoyang in the mirror lake, he was still there, as long as he looked at the sword intent, he would know the truth or falsehood, there was no same sword in the world, and it could not be imitated.

After noon, the shadow of the tree shifted, Nan Nuo pretended to be midnight, walked down the mountain road with a sword, saluted slightly to the black-robed guest, and said, "In what way do you plan to discuss the sword?"

"Twin swords, possibly?"

The black-robed guest's reply was the same as before, staring at the midnight and looking carefully, it was this kind of breath, he was not Luoyang, definitely not.

"Maybe a sword?"

Nan Nuo smiled calmly, completely no longer caring about being scrutinized by the enemy, hugged the sword and saluted again, waving his hand to take out four blades of the same texture, there is no difference between good and bad.

After a casual glance, the black-robed guest stepped forward and drew his sword in pairs, took seven steps back, and waited for midnight to draw his sword.

"Offended. ”

With a light drink, Nan Nuo also drew his sword out of the sheath, took a deep breath, perceiving Luoyang's memory, and stepped in the air, his body was like a crane dancing out of thin air, and the two swords moved together, a cut plum in front, and the moon in the back.

"It's good to come. ”

The black-robed guest praised it, led the sword and stepped forward, the sword blades staggered, Nan Nuo took advantage of his strength to take off, glanced at the back of the black-robed guest, frowned, and stopped talking.

Although there was only a momentary confrontation, Nan Nuo could sense that it was a love sword, a love sword of Kunlun, and the roots were red.