The moon is clear, the sky is full of stars, the wisps of clouds and mist reveal electric light, and the sword chant is sonorous, like deafening thunder.

Luoyang's sword pointed at Hada Bilie's iron fist, and the sword light and Gang Qi each occupied one side, and they were equally divided.

"Broken!"

Hada Bilie roared, added a little strength, Luoyang flew upside down, like a broken kite rolled up by the wind, thrown high, not waiting to land, the sky like a huge wave of the sky like a fierce shot down, can shake the mountains, move the sky.

This dish of Hada Bilie, called Prajna Qianye, is the secret of the prairie, each blow contains a thousand changes, it seems to be rough and direct but actually hides a thousand changes, just like every big single on this grassland, thick and fine, wise and foolish.

Luoyang couldn't see through this palm, didn't dare to take it hard, urged the wrong shadow technique to retreat a few steps, the sound of roaring echoed in his ears, and he looked at it, the waves slapped on the ground fiercely, and then spread out to the surroundings, like thousands of troops and horses rushing into battle, unstoppable.

"Break the tide!"

The sword fingers fell, and the sharp heavenly sword intent unraveled the majestic tide of spiritual power, and the bright light retreated to the left and right, and the plain white clothes with it resounded violently.

"Good boy, take me again!"

Hada Bilie laughed three times, slapped his palm at Luoyang again, and rolled up the earth waves of several people under one blow.

The dust in the sky and the broken grass covered Hada Billie's figure, and Luoyang was about to retreat, but his arm was grabbed by Hada Billie's probe, and the whole person was swept into the dust.

Luoyang flicked his feet, and after unloading a few pieces of strength, he propped himself on the ground, snapped his fingers and flicked, and the sword was invisible.

Hadabilie couldn't dodge, so he had to let go of Luoyang's arm, take a few steps back, and throw a punch at the young man who was getting up.

The formless fist is like a falling storm, and the deep ravines that help people are hooked everywhere they pass.

The autumn cicada was the first to warn, Luoyang's hair stood upside down, his heart was pounding, and he hurriedly urged the illusion technique.

The figures were staggered, and Hada Bilie freehand closed his fists, glanced at the young man crouching on the ground behind him, and moved his fists in unison, without waiting for a move.

The arrow was nailed to the array disk and flashed a streamer, and two rays of light fell from the sky, one fell towards Hada Bilie, and the other slammed towards Luoyang.

Luoyang guessed whose means this was, so he naturally didn't dare to hold it up, raised his sword and slashed, slashing the powerful streamer straight into the sky.

The sword drawing technique is very strong, and Hada Bilie's fist is not bad, with the body of the flesh to shake the formation streamer, the calf is not in the ground, and the powerful glow is also annihilated.

"Run, run away, if I die, Kru will inherit my throne, abide by the covenant, and do not offend the Central Plains!"

Hadabilie roared, pulled out his legs, reached out to resist the streamer, and mobilized his spiritual power to direct it to another brilliant light.

"Set the storm. ”

The thin and sharp sword light seemed to pass through the dazzling glow between the stacked green leaves, and the brilliance of the sky dissipated, and there were no prohibitions around, this time it was very different from the one in Yingdu, they didn't seem to care if he would escape.

"Luoyang, the Book of Heaven and the people on this grassland can only save one, you choose. ”

A hoarse voice echoed across the grassland, and two swift rays of light appeared out of thin air, obliterating dozens of iron horsemen.

The cry came, the bonfire dimmed, Luoyang clenched his fists tightly, looked at the sky, and could not see the slightest trace of the formation, as if there was no formation here.

Hadabilie clenched his fists, and also looked at the top of the dome, he had never seen such a strange attack method at all, he pondered for a long time, turned his hand and took out a Buddha bead and crushed it vigorously.

Thousands of miles away in the Gobi Desert, an old monk meditating cross-legged opened his eyes, stared at the surrounding void, stepped out, and stood under the clouds.

"Amitabha, the old monk is watching here, although the donor you do it, others don't know that I know that the donor is from overseas Penglai, and he thinks that the war in the Central Plains can't burn overseas, but he doesn't know that in the Central Plains, Penglai is just a small island, and the ashes are extinguished, if you don't believe it, try it!"

Luoyang hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at the familiar old monk, and suddenly felt that his bullying was no longer so annoying.

The means of dealing with hooligans and treating gentlemen must be completely different, and hooligans have no bottom line, so you must have no bottom line.

"Okay, old monk, today is not over, let's see!"

The hoarse voice was unwilling, and the streamer rose from the ground and headed towards the gap above the flying clouds.

Itgrad looked at Luoyang, who comprehended, pinched the sword fingers in his hand, and urged the Heavenly Sword with the Chaos Qinglian Sword Technique.

The streamer line, the green lotus blossoms, the wind rises, the clouds under the four sides disperse, the plain white color, clear as jade cover is pierced by a sword, turned into flying ash, and escapes with the wind.

"Itgrad, you ......"

"The donor is not convinced?"

The sloppy old man is very strong, but the stubborn thin monk is not willing to take half a step back, the palm of his hand is pressed down, and the overseas islands are covered by shadows, and a big hand is slowly pressed down, covering the sky with one hand, and the sun, moon and stars can be picked.

"Hmph, let's stop there. ”

The sloppy old man snorted unwillingly, knowing that it was impossible to do it now.

The Heavenly Master did not hide from the Heavenly Opportunity to block Itgrad, which shows that the chess situation has changed, and the two heavens appear in the same era, even if they are as strong as the Heavenly Master, they must be cautious......

The night sky returned to calm again, Luoyang proudly withdrew the Heavenly Sword, Itgrad glanced at Luoyang, turned around and disappeared under the moon, coming and going in a hurry.

Luoyang sat down cross-legged, took out a jar of wine between the flowers and threw it to Hada Bilie, and tasted the wine of the grassland with his blessing, and exchanged courtesies, and should also let Hada Bilie taste the wine of the Central Plains.

Hada Bilie was not polite, took off the mud seal, sniffed the taste, tasted it carefully, and couldn't help frowning, not liking this soft mellow fragrance.

"This wine is not good, not strong enough, it is still the joy of the autumn geese of my grassland!"

Hada Bilie said that he threw a jar of old wine to Luoyang, and it looked like it had been decades from the mud seal.

Luoyang took off the mud seal, and touched the wine jar with Hada Bilie, a Central Plains person drank the spirits of the grassland, and a grassland person tasted the mellow fragrance of the Central Plains.

The sky was about to dawn, and Hada Bilie asked Luoyang with the intention of wine, "Luoyang, do you think the grassland has a chance to unify the world?"

Luoyang shook his head, looked at the fiery Haori, and said with a smile: "Does it matter who unifies the world?"

Hada Bilie nodded and shook his head, gave Luoyang a slap in the face dissatisfied, and said: "Grandma, you Central Plains people like to talk around the bend, you want to be my friend, you tell me directly, yes or no?"

Luoyang was beaten in some pain, so he fell on the grassland, admiring the gradually bright sky.

"Yes, how not, the world belongs to people, as long as the grassland is better than the Central Plains, then the unified world must be the grassland, and the human race is to the light, although it is inevitable to melt into the darkness and forge ahead, but the human race is still to the light after all. ”

"Hahaha, just if you have it, Kunlun will take back the world from the hands of the Six Realms for thousands of years, and my grassland will go to the Central Plains, and it will not be impossible to wait for thousands of years to go to the world. ”

Hadabilie fell beside Luoyang, making a muffled sound and bringing up a little dust.

Luoyang pouted, there is a sentence that is not said, if the grassland really goes to the world, then there will be no grassland in the world, and the most terrible thing in the Central Plains is tolerance and help.

On the third pole of the sun, Luoyang woke up, glanced at the empty grassland, turned over and jumped up, and without waiting for a familiar big hand to pull the sword talisman, he threw him straight into the gap.

The sword rode the wind and fell into the clouds, the ancient city was once in the fireworks, the red dust was rolling, the love and hate were hidden in the vicissitudes of life, some were introduced into the historian's pen, hidden between the lines, a little greedy for the wind and the moon, and gradually forgotten.

Luoyang changed his body shape again, approached the city, looked at the word Yangcheng of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, smiled lightly, and the branches and leaves that were about to enter the Man Dance squatted in the air, the wind was gone, and the oblique brilliance had lost its agility.

"Boy, what are you doing in Yangcheng?"

Cao Qingfan appeared beside Luoyang, still looking like a gray mist, spinning and rotating, with a bright electric light inside.

"Seniors come to cultivate and do something, I will come to Yangcheng to do something. ”

Luoyang stood quietly in place, neither humble nor arrogant, Cao Qingfan was very strong, but so what, Tuohu was once an unattainable dangerous peak, and now he can't be trampled underfoot?

"I'm here to eat good things, do you want to try it, the food from the period of the Emperor!"

"Please!"

Luoyang stretched out his hand and made a false salute, strode into the city, and there was the regeneration of the mixed element method, and there was no poison in these six realms that could not be solved.

Passing through the crowded streets, the surrounding shouting gradually became inaudible, and the mellow smell of wine gradually became attractive, Luoyang followed behind Cao Qingfan and approached a very dilapidated but crowded restaurant.

All the guests are cultivators, gods, demons, demons and ghosts, each gathered one, bowed their heads and ate wine and food, several burly men holding kitchen knives in the building patrolled left and right, and the sky loomed all around, all of them were strong people who returned to the five qi!

"Let's go, this piece of waste doesn't deserve to sit with you and me. ”

Cao Qingfan said softly, took Luoyang to the stairs, easily broke the ban, and went straight to the top floor.

The restaurant has seven floors, the first floor is less crowded than the first floor, and the seventh floor is even more empty.

Cao Qingfan found a place to sit down, knocked on the table, and smiled with interest at the thoughtful Luoyang.

"Sit down, eat whatever you want, this meal is mine, after all, it is your last meal, I can't call you a starving ghost. ”

Luoyang sat opposite Cao Qingfan, not paying attention to the so-called last meal at all, but speculating about the identity of the landlord, the strong man who survived during the reign of the emperor, his decision can really affect the fate of the world.

"He is my old buddy, that is to say, he is on my side, there are Qingxu and Master on your side, two people, and there must be two people on our side, which is fair. ”

Cao Qingfan seemed to see through Luoyang's thoughts, and said without concealment, knocking on the table again, and an impatient voice came downstairs.

"What knock, aren't you Cao Qingfan dead, crawling out of that dog hole again?"

The red-lipped and white-toothed man walked upstairs quickly, imitating his master's tone, but his brows were full of horror.

Cao Qingfan rolled his eyes dissatisfied, knocked on the table again, and said to Luoyang: "Okay, it seems that he is afraid, an old guy is afraid of two dolls, shame, shame, shame......"

The voice echoed in the restaurant, but the mysterious immortal existence ignored these, as if he hadn't heard Cao Qingfan's words, and only after the guests had finished leaving did Shi Shiran retreat from the door of the back kitchen.

This strong man is rickety, old, wearing this linen coat, stepping on straw sandals, carrying a golden knife with a handle decorated with nine dragons, his beard and hair are white, and his eyes reveal a bright light, as bright as the sun, sharper than the blade.

This is a true swordsman, and that golden sword can cut everything in the world!