The spring cold unveiled the plain white clouds, and the moving glow slanted across the sky, fully outlining the crimson lines on the Sauvignon Blanc sword's body like flowers on the other side, and inadvertently folded a bright light, dazzling.

"The sword-keeping technique of knowing the Dao!"

On the top of the mountain, the black-robed master holding the dust couldn't help but exclaim, looking at Luoyang from afar, the instantaneous changes flowed over and over again in the bottom of his heart, no matter how you look at that sword, it is a sword technique, and it is a sword technique that understands the meaning of the Dao.

The other masters were also silent, and in just one winter, a sword cultivator had cultivated a half-understood sword technique to the point of knowing the artistic conception, and at this moment, they really didn't know what to say except for clichéd praise.

All the living beings who looked at it didn't know what to say, and there were countless ripples in the realm pool outside the void, reflecting the uncalm heart of the Heavenly Master.

He never thought that Luoyang would actually practice the sword master, and the Heavenly Sword Immortal he knew well had been extremely disdainful of the sword technique since the day he held the sword.

The vicissitudes of life, the Six Realms are changing, and he is also changing......

"Chengyan, you go and find a way to drag Luoyang, don't worry about Luoyang's sword, if you die, I will protect your soul from extinction, help you be reborn, and you will be reborn!"

The sound spread for thousands of miles, and the heavenly master flicked the fishing hook at the same time, and Suo Chengyan, who was far away in the downtown of the old city, appeared in the mountains out of thin air, his robe danced out of thin air, glanced at the black-robed guest nailed to the mountain wall, and threw out several bird puppets to Luoyang.

The birdsong is crisp, whistling across the sky, the situation in Luoyang is not optimistic, the heavenly sword is used to support the thunder refining bullet, and the Sauvignon Blanc is nailed to the black-robed guest, no matter whether Luoyang is a sword cultivator or a sword cultivator, or a sword cultivator, there is no sword in his hand now, what can he use to resist his birds?

Luoyang seemed to be in a predicament, still laughing silently, when the emptiness crossed the sword finger, another sonorous sword chant sounded, and the bright plain white glow danced on the looks, swaying up like a meteor flashing across the sky.

This sword is very fast, and the target is not a bird but Suo Chengyan!

Two roars sounded, the scorching fire gradually dissipated, Luoyang still maintained the original action, the white clothes were better than the snow, and they were not hurt in the slightest.

In comparison, it seems that the gray-faced Suo Chengyan looks very embarrassed, although he used a puppet to block Luoyang's sword, but he was still affected by Yu Wei, the heavenly sword intent is too sharp, if there is no Tianmang to protect the body, he is the one who died!

"The Tired Bird Returns to the Forest!"

Glancing at the black-robed guest who was struggling to pull the Sauvignon Blanc out of his body little by little, Suo Chengyan squinted at Luoyang, his handprints changed, and countless puppet woodbirds rose into the air, and the continuous soft chirping was annoying.

"A thought blooms. ”

The sky was dim, but Luoyang was still calm, the sword pointed at the empty point, the bright glow was listed in the void space like stars, and the breath turned into a bright green lotus, quietly blooming, the hidden sword inside showed its edge, and the sonorous sword chant suppressed the continuous birdsong.

The criss-crossing sword light engulfed a large area of the void, and the innocent cotton cloud that inadvertently floated by was cut into countless pieces, and the scorching fireworks that had just risen were completely annihilated.

Suo Chengyan narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and took out a humanoid puppet, intending to fight with Luoyang for life and death.

"You go, I'll leave it to ...... next."

The hoarse voice of the black-robed guest came, Suo Chengyan did not hesitate to hold the fishing hook that appeared on his side, and glanced at the black-robed guest who was holding Sauvignon Blanc before entering the gap, and sighed in his heart.

The story of the sword and the sword is like this, starting with a narrow encounter and ending with a broken sword.

Luoyang glanced at Suo Chengyan, the Heavenly Sword trembled lightly, and the three thunder refining bullets fell into the void, the terrifying electric light spread all over Qiongxiao, and all the clouds were rendered with purple rhyme, gorgeous and magnificent.

"If you come, stay for your life!"

"Scatter!"

Such a terrifying power was dispersed with a bang, Suo Chengyan disappeared in the void space unharmed, Luoyang pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the black-robed guest, the sword finger waved lightly, and the Sauvignon Blanc released a brilliant streamer, and the black-robed guest could no longer hold the Sauvignon Blanc, so he could only let go of his palm and let the Sauvignon Blanc come out.

"Luoyang, our business is not over, there will be a period later!"

The black-robed guest clasped his fists and saluted, and pale white fireworks ignited on his body, turning into white ash and scattering into the steep mountain wind in three moments.

A group of masters appeared around Luoyang before and after, Wei Wuru took the lead, his face was gloomy, and there was a faint murderous intent in his eyes.

"Luoyang, it's still the same sentence, this matter may not have anything to do with Nannuo, or it may not have anything to do with you, but it must have something to do with Kunlun, let's talk about it, you don't care about this matter?"

Luoyang looked at Wei Wuru, who would kill the killer as long as he dared to shake his head, retracted his sharp body, and replied with a chuckle: "Tube, of course he can't run, seniors rest assured." ”

Wei Wuru nodded with satisfaction, and was about to say another Luoyang's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his hand and took out a sword talisman that shone brightly, and disappeared in the next moment.

"Kunlun Mountain, too much deception!"

The black-robed old man narrowed his eyes, waved the dust angrily, and turned around to go, intending to find Kunlun Mountain.

"The so-called monk can't run the temple, this truth Qingxu Patriarch will not understand, since Luoyang promised us, we will wait, I don't think it will take too long to ......"

Wei Wuru shook his head and turned to look at Xianyang City, the others couldn't see him clearly, and at that moment, Daqin's luck was a little gone. Ninety-four Good Book Network

In this way, it seems that everything just now makes sense, the black-robed guest is here to lure out Luoyang, to see how sharp this sword has been hidden for the whole winter, and also to divert attention, so that someone can sneak attack Xianyang and achieve their true goal.

This is a very big chess game, and all the sects that have been murdered by the black-robed guests are all chess pieces in it, and they are in the center, and they can't help themselves.

The rivers and mountains folded for thousands of miles, and in a thought, Luoyang crossed several countries to Xianyang City, looking at a cloud of smoke and dust.

Sneak attacks, thefts, and arsons to cover up the evidence indicate that there is a follow-up action, and they may not have gotten all the things they wanted, or they may not have all of them.

"Coming?"

Zi Xuan quietly appeared behind Luoyang, patting this dishonest nephew gently, his eyes flashing with bright golden brilliance, and staring directly at the billowing smoke of the treasury.

"Uncle Shi, can you figure out what you lost?"

"I don't know, the incident happened suddenly, the other party started stealing and assassinating Ying Zheng at the same time, if it wasn't for Kong Zhou blocking a sword for Ying Zheng, I'm afraid Qin Guo would be the queen in charge......"

"So Senior Brother Kong has to stay in bed for a long time after recovering from a serious illness, and the years are not smooth. ”

Zixuan glanced at Luoyang, who was joking with leisure, looked at the billowing black smoke, felt as if he had forgotten something, shook his head dissatisfiedly, flipped his palm, a streamer floated in his palm, the glow dissipated, and a palm-sized small order appeared in his hand.

"You are very similar to Uncle Xiao, they are both lifeless masters, I originally planned to get you a set of talisman formations, who knew that your cultivation is getting faster and faster, and it is not appropriate to use the formation in the Sanhua Realm again, so I customized a magic weapon for you, and those formations were left for the other disciples in the door. ”

"Uncle Xie!"

Luoyang originally planned to salute respectfully, but Zixuan threw Xiao Ling over at this time, so he could only respectfully hold Xiao Ling in his hand, look at it carefully, and his eyes were attracted by the auspicious cloud-like ornament and the sword words of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing in the middle.

The person who wrote this word is very strong in swordsmanship, I don't know if it will be Uncle Zixuan.

"Don't look at me, it's not written, it's the result of the natural formation of the lines, urge a line of spiritual power to try, tap, otherwise Xianyang City will be gone!"

Zixuan seemed to be able to guess Luoyang's thoughts, looked at the palm-sized talisman, and whispered words that made Luoyang stunned.

"Hurry!"

With an edict, Luoyang cautiously output all spiritual power, and a sonorous sword chant sounded on the order talisman, and two bright glows rose into the air, and after a breeze, they turned into formless and colorless sword qi, and with Luoyang's thoughts, they slashed through the void and cut off the billowing pillar of smoke out of thin air.

Zixuan tilted his head to look at Luoyang, nodded with satisfaction, and praised: "You are stronger than Uncle Junior, he will not learn the sword technique......"

The sonorous sword groan disappeared suddenly, the smile on Luoyang's face was a little stiff, the void was calm for a long time, Luoyang and Zixuan shook their heads at the same time, temporarily let go of what they could not let go of in their hearts, and fell into the forbidden palace before and after, standing outside the treasure house, looking at the broken house.

The house was full of messes, all kinds of spirit stones were mixed together, unknown herbs were ignited, and the smell was very pungent, but Uncle Zixuan didn't make a move, so it was expected that there should be no poison......

Luoyang was thinking about it, Zixuan suddenly raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized: "I just said I forgot something, I remembered, I remembered!"

"Uncle Shi, what do you remember?"

"Is this smoke poisonous?"

The corners of Luoyang's mouth twitched, he looked at the busy waiter, took a deep breath, squeezed out an ugly smile, and said, "Uncle Shi, don't worry, this smoke should be non-toxic." ”

"Is the life of the people in a city child's play, how can you use the word "should?"

Zixuan raised his hand and knocked on the top of Luoyang's head, and then ignored the grinning young man, reached out and grabbed it, and Xue Qingrou, who was soaked in the wooden barrel, appeared in front of Luoyang's eyes.

"Fog!"

Luoyang's hand and eyes quickly urged the talisman, the mighty clouds covered Xue Qingrou's figure, and in a moment, Xue Qingrou Tingting stepped out of the clouds, her plain white dress moved with the wind, her eyebrows and eyes smiled, with a palpitating murderous intention.

"Uncle Shi......"

"Huh?"

Zixuan didn't understand Luoyang's eyes, and in the next moment, the whole person flew to the dome and disappeared, Luoyang swallowed and spit, smiled sweetly at the senior sister who shook her hand, pointed to the black smoke that did not disperse above the clouds not far away, and said, "Senior sister, is this smoke poisonous?"

Hearing the fierce and vicious Xue Qingrou, her face changed instantly, she flew up in the sky, closed the pores around her body, and carefully looked at the smoke and waved her hand at Luoyang, sacrificing Luoyang as a magic weapon.

"Tell the senior sister if it is a purple-red cabbage-like flower and a rotten wood-like thing to burn again. ”

"Yes......"

"Purple Cloud Flower and Kun Yumu will emit a non-toxic black mist when burned, this is common sense, junior brother really doesn't know?"

"I don't know, in the early years, I had the Immortal Demon Yan, and now I have the Mixed Yuan Dao Sutra, and I'm not interested in poison!"