Qi Tianxiang looked down at the badly injured Zhizhi and the ruined treasure hall, looked at the mountain behind the Lingyin Temple from afar, and asked with interest: "You are bold, so you are not afraid that the monks will come out and pinch you to death?"

"The country has its own laws, and every family has its own family...... Hmm!"

Zhuo Heng opened his mouth to speak, and when he finished speaking, he clutched his throat and fell, his eyes were full of horror, and he raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of a blood-stained green leaf.

"What do adults talk to and children interject? Okay, let me ask you, do you want to die or live?"

I had to raise my head and look at the shallow girl in the boat, her eyes that were narrowed into slits opened, the corners of her mouth were hooked proudly, and she said wildly, and asked: "Qi Tianxiang, the poor monk asks you, do you dare to fight me with all your strength?"

Qi Tianxiang pursed his lips, looked up at the mountain behind Lingyin Temple, exhaled and shouted, and his voice spread throughout the city.

"Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain, and there was an old monk in the temple, and then he told the little monk a story about the ...... under the mountain."

A touch of aurora flashed and fell into the void, eight golden dragons fell back and forth, hovering on the side, the triumphant old monk panicked a moment ago, and was swept up into the sky by the golden dragon before he could say goodbye, the thunder rolled, the aurora dispersed, and the flesh and soul turned into nothingness.

"Hehe, there will be a period later, great monk!"

Qi Tianxiang threw out a jar of wine in the direction of brilliance, and then drove the boat away, according to Qin Yue's calculations, at this time the Kunlun side had already started fighting, and I don't know if the rabbit cub can withstand it......

The sword formation under the mountain is endless, the blood is flowing like a river, the paths on the mountainside that have experienced the great battle are all in disarray, the smooth and dustless green steps are broken, the green trees are broken by the waist, the broken branches and leaves are buried in the dust, or they are destroyed by thunder, and the black branches are burning with flames.

The Qianji Sword dyed red with the blade of the sword let out a soft roar, and Qianling Zizhi smiled proudly, looking at Luoyang, speaking softly, and behaving unruly, as if he was giving Luoyang countless kindnesses.

"Death and life are also great, you two brothers and sisters, let you die in one place, and go on the road together is also considered my kindness, don't forget this grace under your nine springs, and repay me as a cow and a horse in the next life." ”

Luoyang kept feeding Long Xiang the pill, using his spiritual power to help him refine the medicinal power, and after some efforts, the young man's breathing finally stabilized, the wound stopped bleeding, and his frowning brow due to pain slowly stretched.

Luoyang relieved himself, drew his sword and got up, and rushed towards Qian Lingzi with a low roar, new hatred and old hatred, and the killing machine hidden deep in his heart was better than in the past.

A ghost aura appeared around Qian Lingzi's body, easily cut off the Sauvignon Blanc, squinted at Shura's ghost eyes, smiled contemptuously, and raised his foot to kick Luoyang into the deep forest.

"Yama, in the past, you wanted to protect that brotherhood, but Mo Qi and they all died, and you survived alone, and now you want to protect this dying and decrepit mountain gate, but you can't even protect the master and nephew who are close at hand, what can you protect in the end?"

Qian Lingzi's expression and voice were the same as before, and the black ghost mist continued to float out of his body, gradually condensing into fine ghost patterns.

The ever-changing light of his eyes returned to silence, and Jiang Luo, who was sitting in the Pure Pavilion, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were pale, his fists were clenched, and he muttered angrily, "Tuoba, damn Tuoba, it's almost!

"Little begger, what's wrong with you, what are you talking about?"

The sound woke up Song Zidie, who was meditating on the side, Yiren tilted his head to examine Jiang Luo, his eyes swept over the young man's side face, and he felt that it was not Jiang Luo who was beside him at this moment, but an outsider who had never been masked.

Jiang Luo moved his body slightly, turned his back, and said casually: "It's nothing, it's just that I almost broke through, continue to practice." ”

Song Zidie frowned, looking at Jiang Luo's back, but the curiosity in her heart couldn't be suppressed, she always felt that Jiang Luo was very wrong, and there were many people around her who were also wrong.

Sensing Luoyang's murderous intentions, the black-clothed Luoyang probe stirred the sea of knowledge, Luoyang closed his eyes, and his divine sense passed through the gate of heaven, looking at the black-clothed Luoyang who was standing with his hands in his hands, waiting for him to speak.

"Do you want to kill him, do you want power? As long as you promise me to practice the Heavenly Sword Technique well, I will help you kill him!"

"The strong seek strength from within, and the weak seek strength from without, I can kill him and rely on my own strength!"

Luoyang simply turned around and left, and the black-clothed Luoyang couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, smiled bitterly, and said, "I'm really stubborn as always, confused, and can't tell the difference between inside and outside." ”

Whispering, the black-clothed Luoyang's body turned into a point of light and merged into Luoyang's soul, Chen Yu pursed his lips, looked at Qianlingzi's damn appearance, waved his hand and floated six pure bamboos, the boundless sea of knowledge and the vast night sky were all pulled into the white light under the bamboo, and the brilliance condensed into a sword, and a sonorous sword groan sounded in Luoyang's ears.

Tuoba stopped ten steps in front of Luoyang, his smile retracted, and he carefully examined the young man with anger in his eyebrows.

He can't forget this breath, all the ghosts who have experienced that night can't forget this breath, this is the Yama who killed the capital with one person and one sword, this is his true face, what Kunlun sword cultivation, what merry boy is fake, only this hundred battles of evil ghosts who seem to crawl out of hell are real him.

Luoyang didn't know what Tuoba was thinking, he opened his eyes with a smile, breathed in with the Heavenly Sword Technique, and the majestic tenfold spiritual power poured into the Heavenly Gate, the dim Immortal Demon Yan was ignited in an instant, and the fine injuries outside the body gradually healed, and the sharp sword qi of the Ling Xiao Open Heaven Sword was suppressed by the sword momentum, and the sharp edge was condensed into a dazzling bright light.

"Old man, it was very cool to fight just now, now it's my turn, I hope you're not afraid of pain!"

"This is what you really look like, are you the reincarnation of that amazing sword immortal in Kunlun?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong, I'm not a sword immortal, but a sword demon!"

Luoyang appeared in front of Tuoba out of thin air, and the afterimage left in place was pierced by a few floating leaves, with an evil smile and indifferent eyes, and everything in heaven and earth was grass mustard.

Tuoba smiled and nodded, suddenly swung the Thousand Machine Sword, slashing out the sword shadows in the sky, one after another Luoyang afterimages were shattered, and the laughter with interest echoed in Tuoba's ears.

For a long time, Luoyang seemed to be tired of playing, and casually lifted the Sauvignon Blanc in his hand, but he didn't see any movement, only to see the sword shadow rising in the sky.

The sound of fencing came and went, the Sauvignon Blanc became faster and faster, and Qian Lingzi gradually couldn't stop Luoyang's stormy slash, and he was pressed backwards step by step.

Luoyang smiled evilly and lifted the scabbard, and the two swords moved together, and in a short time, they completely tore through the impermeable defense of the Qianji Sword, leaving hundreds of shallow sword marks on Qianlingzi's body, only wounding but not killing.

"Well, it tastes good to be tortured, do you like it?, or I should have pushed harder, this kind of force will not satisfy you. ”

Sauvignon Blanc pressed down the Qianji Sword, Luoyang smiled and approached Tuoba with a cruel smile, and without waiting for Tuoba to raise his fist, he dodged and retreated, Sauvignon Blanc returned to the sheath, and the sharp sword momentum was all extinguished, returning to silence and ending in silence.

"You're guilty, damn it!"

"I'm guilty, and who isn't?"

Qian Lingzi roared and rushed towards Luoyang, flicking the Thousand Machine Sword, blood-red electric light dancing on the sharp hook teeth.

Luoyang silently raised his sword and rushed towards Qianlingzi, the two figures staggered, the Sauvignon Blanc slowly returned to the sheath, and the criss-crossing sword qi fell densely on Tuoba's body, and the three flowers on the top withered again.

"If I say you are guilty, you will be guilty, and if I say you deserve to die, you should die, because I am heaven, and I mean heaven's will!"

Standing with his back Luoyang turned around, Sauvignon Blanc mentioned, but when he saw that he didn't see Qingfeng waving his steps, Tuoba had just raised the Thousand Machine Sword and had been pierced through the heart by a sword.

The last three flowers withered leisurely, turning into fine streamers, Tuoba raised the bloodless white palm, held the Sauvignon Blanc tightly in his hand, looked up at Luoyang's indifferent eyes, and said gloomily: "Yama, I caught you, you can't run away!"

The golden streamer fell under the peak, and Dan Yuzi carefully followed the dark corridor deep into the sword mound, trying not to touch the surrounding fairy swords, extremely alert to the wind and grass around him, turning back three times in one step, I don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that someone was following him.

The green mantis on the branch hunted the summer cicada, and before it could lower its mouth, the yellow finch hidden behind the branches and leaves spread its wings and fell......