Everything is facing the sun, allowing the glow to explore the secrets, and the wind rises suddenly, rolling up a large area of vitality.

Lin Mu retracted his gaze, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and whispered to the black-robed guest in front of the silent Hengjian: "Come on, the battle of the junior brother has already ended, and I can't be too far behind as a senior brother." ”

The black-robed guest raised his head, because of the hood, he couldn't see the specific expression clearly, but the Heavenly Sword that was slowly raised replaced the words that should be said, even though he couldn't see the expression, he could still feel the high fighting spirit like fire.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, one immortal and one fan, the two swords moved together, and the two bright glows collided fiercely, and the black-robed guest was forced to retreat again, and the wooden sword in Lin Mu's hand could not avoid turning into powder again.

Again, just the right judgment of the landing point, the perfect deployment of spiritual power, one more point of the wooden sword will be broken in advance, and one less point of the wooden sword can not resist its own sharp blade, everything is just right, no more, no less.

Under the mask, the black-robed guest smiled bitterly, staring at Lin Mu who calmly drew the wooden sword, and in a trance there was an illusion, insurmountable, unattainable, as if the person in front of him was an existence that he could not defeat in his life!

is obviously a substitute, obviously a loser who has not yet failed taught by a loser, why can he be stronger than himself who has come out of countless battles?

This question is destined to not be answered today, the black-robed guest's palm holding the sword tightened a little, Lin Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, the wooden sword he raised slowly put down, and said coldly: "Go back, your heart is already in chaos, and there is no point in fighting again." ”

"Meaningless, tell me what makes sense?"

Lin Mu's words were like a long sword piercing into the chest of the black-robed guest, the painful tearing sensation and the fiery madness would be in one place, and the reason seemed to be collapsed by the dam house under the flood peak at the touch of a button, and it collapsed in an instant.

The bright sword danced in the air, extremely fast, extremely ruthless but out of order.

Lin Mu calmly dodged a few swords, the wooden sword was raised, and the blade of the sword that the black-robed guest split on his head hung in the air, he lowered his head tremblingly, staring at the wooden sword under his arm and roaring forward, as if he was going to die together.

"I don't know your question very well, but it's not good to go crazy like this, so let's lose!"

Lin Mu's voice was very soft, his arm shook slightly, the wooden sword swallowed spiritual power, and the black-robed guest who was rampant in the mountains flew out more than ten steps away, sat for a long time against the mountain stone, supported his body with the fairy sword, got up with a cruel smile, and stubbornly straightened his body.

"Lin Mu, I haven't been defeated yet, not yet!"

"Since you think you are undefeated, then look forward to this sword!"

The wooden sword drew a flawless half-arc in the void, Lin Mu appeared in front of the black-robed guest with one step, the sword blade hanging in front of his left shoulder slashed leisurely, and the bright light was layered in one place, and there were seven emotions and six desires in it, as if there were no seven emotions and six desires, and he was resolute, and he had no regrets.

There was shock and fanaticism in the eyes of the black-robed guest, the fairy sword in his hand fell to the ground, the love sword was sad first, and if the heart died, even if the body was alive, it was just a walking corpse.

The blade of the sword slashed, and the black-robed guest rolled down more than a dozen long steps, lying down weakly, looking at the distant clouds in the air, and asked in a low voice, "What is this sword called?"

"I also have a good heart, although I have not regretted it!"

"I also have the best in my heart...... No regrets...... What a hundred deaths without regrets!"

The black robe roared hysterically, and the fireworks with a burning white color around him disappeared in a moment.

"Hey...... The most important thing about this sword is the aftermath of the previous sentence!"

Lin Mu sighed like this, played with the sword order given by Luoyang, and walked towards the mountain, starting to walk very slowly, and then getting faster and faster, the spring breeze was proud, and the footsteps were gentle.

To be truly lost is not to lose sight of the light, but to be convinced that the light will never come.

The seeds have been planted, so let's wait for spring to come.

The hustle and bustle of Kunlun Mountain returned to tranquility, the clouds and mist returned, the frightened traveling birds also returned, the glow pierced the darkness, and the sleepy Luoyang suddenly got up, staring at his eyes, his palms trembled, and he gasped for breath, no different from the drowning man who struggled to get ashore.

"Out of breath, just like this, I was scared out of my guts by an old miscellaneous hair who has never won your master once in his life?"

The young patriarch leaned on the side of the mountain rock, smiled with interest in Luoyang, and talked about it, and he was not worried about Luoyang's safety in his heart.

If he loses in this way, then he is not Kunlun's little uncle.

As soon as the cold mountain breeze fell, Luoyang woke up like a dream, looked up at the bright sunshine, and lay back in place with a smile.

At that moment, he had a hard fight with the Jade Emperor, although the Jade Emperor may not have used all his strength, but it was enough for Luoyang to get a glimpse of the mountains.

"This mountain is not necessarily unattainable!"

The young patriarch glanced at Luoyang, smiled quietly, and then lowered his face and said, "The Son of Heaven is dead!"

Luoyang's palm shook clearly, turned over and sat up, and asked seriously, "Really?"

"Really, the number of qi is silent, what if you don't die?"

"He obviously has a stand-in puppet...... He ......"

Luoyang stammered, it was really difficult to accept the fact that the Son of Heaven died, obviously there was not much intersection between the two at all, obviously only a few contacts, not much time to get close, thinking carefully, he was messing around for a long time in those few solitudes, she was laughing, much like a sister doting on her brother......

"How did she die?" Hua Xiu Chinese

"I don't know, he has a lot of treasures on him, it stands to reason that those evil cultivators can't hurt him at all, the Heavenly Master also arranged a lot of back-ups, and we also made a lot of responses, but these didn't work, he died like that, simply, in a daze. ”

"Did Tiangong do it?"

Luoyang clenched his fists, his nails sank deep into his palms, the sharp sword intent loomed, and there was a mess in his heart, like spring water flowing eastward, cutting constantly, and he couldn't figure it out.

"Lao Tzu is not a god, do you want to know to go and check for yourself?"

"In addition, don't put on a woman's appearance for Lao Tzu, pick up your sword, revenge if you have grievances, revenge if you have revenge, if you can't take revenge, go to practice, don't be here to get in the way of Lao Tzu!"

The young patriarch roared in his voice, the sleeves of his robe waved, the void moved, and Luoyang flew into the sky, and the young god with a dragon pattern mask on his face and a purple brocade robe collided with one place.

"Bastard, you ......"

Tang Ziwei's voice paused, looking at Luoyang, his eyes kept changing, and when he heard the sound, Luoyang Detective, who wanted to apologize, summoned the Heavenly Sword and looked directly at Tang Ziwei's eyes, without concealing his murderous intentions.

"Take off your mask!"

"What if I don't pick it?"

The words fell, and there was a burst of thunder in the sky, and the plain white heavenly sword slashed down, and the sharp sword intent suppressed the ten directions, suppressing the gods with intent, so that Tang Ziwei had no choice but to take this sword hard.

"Glass Treasure Tree, Disease!"

Tang Ziwei also saw the form clearly, and did not intend to waste his efforts, he stood still out of thin air, the printing method of his hands changed, and a colorful glass light was born behind him, and the treasure tree changed in the wind, from scratch, from there to the truth, a small broken sound sounded, and it really blocked Luoyang's sword.

"Luoyang, you want to kill me in every possible way, don't you want to kill me in the future of Tiangong?"

Tang Ziwei said loudly, and as he spoke, he raised the golden treasure circle, urged the spell against the heavenly sword, and said secretly: "Collect!"

The Heavenly Sword was inexplicably heavy, Luo Yang glanced at the King Kong circle in the air, and let go of the Heavenly Sword with a chuckle.

Tang Ziwei was overjoyed, and was about to urge the treasure to completely suppress the Heavenly Sword, and an ominous omen rose in his heart, and hurriedly sacrificed a treasure flag.

The violent sword light covered a radius of several miles, and a green lotus bloomed happily in the sword light, and the relics were light, and there was a quiet atmosphere as far as the eye could see.

After a stalemate for a moment, the Heavenly Sword flew into the air, and the fierce Qinglian Treasure Color Flag slowly shrank, Tang Ziwei tilted his head left and right, looked at Luoyang, the handprint changed again, a bronze tripod fell like a flying star, and the fine scriptures on the tripod blocked the void.

Luoyang had nowhere to avoid, so he had to draw his sword and cut it down, the heavenly sword swung into the air, Luoyang was shocked to find that everything was a dream bubble, and when he turned back, Tang Ziwei had disappeared.

"Luoyang, he wasn't killed by me, if you have this time, you might as well think about how to calm down this matter, the prince of my Heavenly Palace died outside Kunlun Mountain, and war is inevitable!"

Outside Huangyan Mountain, the Heavenly Master slowly opened his eyes, and the puppet-like disciples of Huangyan Mountain ascended the high platform, holding a brush shining with a faint blue glow, and wrote the eight characters of Luoyang's birthday on the flower curtain paper.

"Kill!"

The Heavenly Master's eyes were filled with a crimson glow, and he ordered in a cold voice, and the disciple of Huangyan Mountain who was holding the pen put down the pen at the same time, and wrote the word "kill" after the eight characters of Luoyang's birthday.

The obscure fluctuations unfolded, and the pen in the hands of the disciples of Huangyan Mountain turned into a butcher's knife at some point, the blade was stained with blood, and under his feet was a sea of gray and white clouds, and in front of him were all kinds of scenes, and the figures in their own ways gradually became scarce, and finally turned into nothingness.

The butcher's knife failed to kill, and the disciple of Huangyan Mountain who held the pen fell weakly, and there was no longer life.

The Heavenly Master frowned, withdrew the ink pen that turned into stone, and looked at the words on the bookcase in a daze, Luoyang's birthday is right, but why does this birthday belong to a dead person?

Luoyang is still alive, then this is not Luoyang's birthday, and Luoyang is not Chen Yu's child, so who is he, and if his luck is not from Longcheng, where is it?

"I really can't see clearly, one step at a time, Chen Yu, you are worthy of being an outsider like me, but it's a pity that you are gone, otherwise this era will be much more exciting. ”

The Heavenly Master whispered, stepping in front of the Mirror Lake, the altar will not be found in a long time, and the note with Luoyang's birthday written on it will not be private, since this attempt was unsuccessful, it should be regarded as a gift to the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo, after all, the destruction of Kunlun still needs his help.

The moment the Heavenly Master appeared in the Mirror Lake, the Jade Emperor opened his eyes suddenly, and said coldly, "When are we going to send troops?"

"We can't send troops, the catastrophe is coming!"

The Celestial Master looked up at the sky and said softly, and the Jade Emperor snorted coldly and disappeared in the mirror lake.

The stone pinched by the sloppy Taoist slowly fell, glanced at the realm pool, and said, "He won't send troops to the Two Realms Mountain by himself, right?"

"No, I know him, there is no one in the Six Realms who is more afraid of death than him, from the day he begged me to help him kill his father and brother to seize the throne, I knew that he would be a good dog, so I did everything possible to help him live, because we not only need manpower but also a group of good dogs, good dogs that bite people at any time!"

The Celestial Master chuckled and flicked the hook, looked at the blank bubble and shook the hook again, repeating it more than a dozen times, the Celestial Master put down the hook and smiled more easily, although I don't know what the reason is, but the catastrophe has indeed disappeared, and it will not come back for at least ten years.

"Quite capable, my loyal dogs!"

The fishing hook fell into the pool again, and the Celestial Master looked through the mirror lake to the endless world of the outer heavens, and one realm helped the six realms stop them.

What kind of realm could it be? It's really an unexpected surprise in the midst of the decadent Tang Dynasty.