The mountain spring is dingdong, the birds are singing everywhere, and the mountains are full of flowers.

Luoyang swayed on the field, looking at several immortal mountains in the clouds and mist in the distance, the excitement of the wanderer's return home was offset by last night's sorrow, and the remaining half surged up the corners of his eyebrows and mouth, turning into a chuckle full of thousands of hopes.

This is the end of the past, this is the beginning of the future, this is his future home, he should be happy to start from the beginning.

The mountains and forests are quiet, the mottled brilliance spills into the mountain pavilion, the girl in the black dress who is meditating cross-legged opens her eyes, looks at the young man in white clothes under the mountain, and waves her hand, a sonorous sword roar sounded in the distant sky, and the fairy sword roared past the side of Luoyang, and the lush green grass split left and right, rolling up the remnants of green in the sky.

"Two swords, Qiushui, Changtian, you are the junior brother, you choose first! I won, you tell me the whereabouts of Qi Tianxiang, if you win, I will tell you a major event related to the life and death of Kunlun Immortal Gate. ”

The words fell, and the girl carrying the Xuantie sword box had swept out of the mountains and forests, the black silk palace skirt swayed in the wind, her face was cold, her eyes were resolute, and she was incompatible with the vibrant mountains and fields.

Luoyang retracted his gaze and looked at the immortal sword floating in front of him.

The double sword blade is better than the snow, the edge is like autumn water, the word is long in the sky, the word is autumn water in one moment, the texture is similar, and it is obviously from the hand of the same swordsmith.

I like to wear black clothes, I hate my master to the bone, I hold Qiushui and Changtian, and the only disciple in the mountains who meets these characteristics is Ling Qiwei.

The heir of the master, the person who the master owes the most.

Thinking about Luoyang, he took a step back, his right hand was weak, and he said, "Senior sister, you are a sword critic, please!"

Tibetan sword and sword cultivation has never been stagnant in things, and everything you take is a sword.

"You are the sword cultivator, the long sky is biased towards the sword, and the autumn water is left to you. ”

Ling Qiwei nodded, not politely, and waved her hand to call the Changtian Sword back to her side.

Luoyang Tan held the Qiushui Sword in his hand, and was just about to raise his sword to salute, when the Changtian Sword hovering beside Ling Qiwei suddenly shot out, and the sword qi swept across the mountains and fields, rolling up the remnants of flowers and grass in the sky.

The afterimage dissipated, the Changtian Sword fell into the air and swept into the sky, Luoyang took the opportunity to launch an offensive, his body seemed to be shocked, the sword was like a flash of lightning, the plain white sword qi was condensed in the blade of the autumn water, and the line of aurora ran through the field.

"It's cold in spring!"

The Qiushui Sword was menacing, but Ling Qiwei did not dodge or dodge, and coquettishly drew the sword fingers, and swept towards the clouds of the Changtian Immortal Sword Circle and slashed back, with a fighting style that ended up together.

The sword eyebrows were raised, a trace of unbearability flashed in Luoyang's eyes, he put away the sword and turned around, and the autumn water turned towards Changtian.

The two swords intersected, and a thunderclap exploded in the field, and the sword qi was agitated, and the broken stones and remnants of grass flew up one after another, covering the young man's figure for a while.

Ling Qiwei squinted her eyes, alert to the wind and grass around her, causing the sky to sway, and suddenly fell behind after the thunder was attracted by Jiuxiao.

The grass moved slightly, Luoyang retreated from Ling Qiwei's back like a ghost, and the three thousand arcs of electricity near his body were cut off with a wave of autumn water, his brows furrowed, and his heart was very worried.

Senior sister's swordsmanship is not bad, but the sword momentum is really unbearable, and it is expected that it is a crooked path of heavy art and light method.

This is not a good thing, and it will be difficult to end well in the long run!

The sound of thunder lingered in the field, Ling Qiwei swept towards the branches, stared at Luoyang with a gloomy face, recalled the Changtian Sword, and opened the Xuantie sword box behind him.

"Blue finch, steep material, brocade flowers. Sleeping silkworms, thrushes, and insects. ”

With the Yiren shouting lightly, six cold lights rose into the air, flying light and shadow slashed back and forth, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the flying sword had six but it was difficult to enter three feet in front of Luoyang.

"Long sky, rhododendrons, begonias. Wax elephants, cold plums, and wild geese fly south. ”

Eager to win, Ling Qiwei opened her mouth and called again, the fairy sword in the box was exhausted, and the twelve fairy swords converged in one place, like a swimming fish swimming in the air, moving in all directions, and the glittering sword condensed but did not disperse......

The young patriarch and Xue Qingrou stood side by side on the top of Qiongxiao Peak, staring at the senior siblings who were fighting swords.

"The twelve immortal swords move together, and the rotation of death and life at four o'clock is endless, this set of birds, insects, flowers, and swordsmanship at four o'clock Qi Wei girl is playing well. ”

"The patriarch praises falsely, Qi Wei is anxious, heavy art and light method, the wheel of death and life and the sword path stop at hearing the Tao, and the hidden swordsmanship of the junior brother of Luoyang will not come out, and Qi Wei will be defeated once he comes out!"

"He's a good boy, after so many years, I still can't let go. ”

"No attachment, no demons, no foolishness, no sword, but whoever still holds the sword counts as one, who can be like those great monks, say let it go?"

"As far as your doll will say, if you dislike sword cultivation like this, if you want to accept you into the Dao Gate, why don't you go?"

"Edgeworth rode the wind and eliminated the demons between heaven and earth. The sword immortals are much more chic and handsome than those group of self-righteous veterans. I want to ask a sword fairy to be a father-in-law, but patriarch, look at these senior brothers, half of Senior Brother Jingqi's Sumeru bag is a portrait of Gong Yuwei, Senior Brother Qinyue holds the black and white child in a daze every day, Senior Brother Lingyin retreats all day long, unkempt, sloppy......"

"But fortunately, God is beautiful, the little junior brother is back, and my dream is eighty percent settled. ”

"Hehe, don't dream, that kid's heart is the heart of the Heavenly Demon, and the demon clan doesn't pass on secret spells, I think it was ...... by Zhong Shihan's daughter of the witch."

Before the words were finished, the sudden death silence on the top of Qiongxiao Peak was terrifying, and the young patriarch swallowed and spit, and before he could see Xue Qingrou's angry appearance, he was slashed away by a sword qi.

"Hehe, man, hehe......"

Xue Qingrou gritted her teeth and walked down the mountain, exuding a faint demonic aura, today's mood is not smooth, whether it is Fang Jingqi or Li Qinyue, no one wants to be comfortable!

The clouds are rolling up, and in a blink of an eye, it is already sunset.

One day of fierce fighting, the vibrant field was ravaged by the sword qi, there were countless sword marks scattered on the dangerous cliffs, the craggy and strange stones of different shapes were broken into pieces, the ancient trees hugged by several people were dumped one after another, and the new mud pressed down the green grass, exuding the last fragrance of late spring.

Luoyang holds the autumn water sword upside down, freehand wandering in dozens of sharp sword lights, like dancing butterflies among flowers, like playing in the water and wild geese, there is an indescribable chic and calm.

The fairy sword is not slow, but Luoyang is faster, no matter how long he fights, he can't be defeated!

Ling Qiwei's face became more and more ugly, and after hesitating repeatedly, she called the twelve fairy swords back to her side, looking extremely lonely but still stubbornly raising her head.

"I'm a traitor, you kill me!"

The fairy swords returned to the sword box one by one, Ling Qiwei closed her eyes tightly, her arms raised, and the green silk flew but could not hide the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes.

Full of inertia, her understanding and qualifications are far inferior to others, she has always been the most useless one, why is it not her who died in the first place, but the master? What is the use of a person like her living?

"Senior sister, I don't want to say anything beautiful, I just want to ask you, how can you be sure that my sister is dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't kill me, I will kill your master!"

Ling Qiwei clenched her fists and stared at Luoyang through gritted teeth, she had nothing but dignity, she could be defeated or die, but she couldn't accept the pity of others, especially Luoyang's pity.