The clouds dispersed, the sun was once again draped on Luoyang, and the sea was full of cold moonlight, and he didn't feel warm.

The black-clothed Luoyang didn't seem to see Luoyang's expression, sitting calmly, looking at his nose and nose, his nose and his heart, similar to the old times, treating everything as if it had never happened.

"Why?"

Luoyang stepped forward and stared at Luoyang in black, wanting to get an answer, and he wanted to think about it.

"I won't harm you, I have no other reason here, just to fight with you. ”

The black-clothed Luoyang's voice was very cold, and he didn't wait for the attack to be launched, Luoyang fled out of the heavenly gate, he didn't want to fight with the black-clothed Luoyang, at least not now.

Blue sky and white clouds, gurgling water, birds singing and flowers, I don't know where this is, but it always makes people relax, it seems that as long as you stare at the flowing clouds for a while, it is enough to forget your worries.

Looking at it, Luoyang raised the corners of his mouth easily, and was about to change his angle to welcome the sun, when the autumn cicada suddenly warned him.

In an instant, Luoyang dodged away, and the bluestone that had been lying down was shattered by the young man's punch, and the sound of beating leaves through the forest did not stop for a long time.

The young man smiled and put his fists away and got up, putting on a good posture, and his fighting spirit was like fire.

Luoyang landed lightly on the water, staring at the sturdy young man, glanced at Cao Ge quietly, dodged and handed over the sword, thunder sounded, and the invisible wave swept through the void, but it failed to shake the young man.

The golden flame light outside the body fluttered in the wind, and the young man slowly set up the heavenly sword pressed on his arm, raised his head to reveal a cheerful smile, staggered his body and unloaded his strength, and raised his legs like a swimming dragon swinging his tail, straight to Luoyang's neck.

Be merciful, don't be merciless, this kick is fast, faster than the kick that Chang Ming kicked Qian Lingzi, Luoyang has no chance to dodge at all, even if it is a fleeting step!

Even if you can't avoid it, you can't avoid it, Luoyang also wants to know how strong his body is now, raised his arm to block his neck, and his body was kicked crookedly, crushing the bluestone under his feet.

"That's just it!"

Luoyang also smiled, very similar to the boy, although domineering, but not gentle, swinging the sword across the eight directions, Mingyao's sword arc is intoxicating, the same as the waning moon that makes Huayin intoxicated.

The boy rolled over to avoid the sword, and did not rush to attack again, but pinched the seal, and his wrists, ankles, and torso emitted a bright light, and the crimson glow was intertwined, like a stabbing instrument of torture on the body of an exile.

"Solution!"

The edict sounded, and when the streamer dissipated, the young man's feeling for Luoyang changed, no longer a powerful martial artist, but a Tengyuan Divine Dragon who broke free from the shackles!

"I hope you'll be so arrogant ...... future."

The sound fell to the punch, Luoyang still didn't dodge, raised his hand to block his face, but the punch seemed to have stopped abruptly as expected, and before the autumn cicada was aware of the warning, the other punch had been heavily bombarded in Luoyang's chest, and the strength was swallowed, and the arrogance swept the river valley, and Luoyang was blasted into the sky, like a flying arrow from the string.

The mountains and rivers are getting farther and farther away, and without waiting for Luoyang to stabilize his figure, a black shadow suddenly shines on his side, and the young man pursues him, and the same unpretentious punch falls, this time Luoyang cautiously urges the Chaos Qinglian Sword, and the Qinglian who can resist Da Luo's blow failed to block the young man's punch that can't see through the reality and reality, and it shattered.

The leaves moved the clouds, the flowers bloomed, as the green lotus withered, the bright sword light shrouded in the void, the young man was forced to avoid it from afar, looking at the thousands of green lotuses around Luoyang, grinning wildly, like a fish returning to the sea, he plunged into the blue lotus that bloomed again.

Staring at the young man who was constantly approaching and constantly being slashed by the sword light, Luoyang gradually hooked the corners of his mouth, temporarily put down the matter of the black-clothed Luoyang, and devoted himself to the battle in front of him.

"Selfless battle realm, very good, very good!"

Cao Ge's gaze moved from one side of the sky to the other side of the sky, laughed, raised his head and raised the wine jug, and drank heartily.

Approaching sunset, the boy finally passed through the layers of sword light, and threw another punch towards Luoyang, which seemed to be false and not false, and Luoyang didn't care about the truth if it was true or false, and slashed out a sword towards the young man with all his might.

One is confident in his fist and the other is confident in his long sword, and they both think that it is not a loss to exchange a fist for a sword.

But how can there be anything in the world that does not suffer, the tenacious arrogance failed to block the Heavenly Sword, and the shining sword did not block the Iron Fist.

The sky is full of light and rain, the dust has settled, Luoyang is lying in the river valley, the sound of gurgling water in his ears is annoying, the young man is lying in the deep pit, struggling to get up, but he fails again and again.

"Hey, do we have any enmity?"

"If people don't know, unless you don't do it, Luoyang, you won't even forget what you've done, right?"

"What have I done? Sixteen years, I have done a lot of things, none of them go against my will, but there are two or three regrets, but they have nothing to do with you, count the age, were you weaned when I was born?"

Saying that, Luoyang wanted to climb out of the river, but he was really tired of the endless gurgling water, but as soon as he moved, there was a pain like pinprick and knife cutting in his chest, which made Luoyang raise his eyebrows, and he had to continue to endure the annoying sound of running water.

On the other side, the young man grinned and propped up his body with his arms, maintained this posture for a long time, took a deep breath, and wanted to get up, but the sword wound that crossed his body again came with unbearable severe pain, and the small sword marks that had been healed broke open at the same time, telling the young man to lie back in the pit again.

"Luoyang, you bastard, when Lao Tzu gets up, I must calculate my age with you!"

"Okay, come here, I don't have the ability to get up, as long as you can come over, it's up to you to fight or kill!"

Luoyang replied loudly, without hiding his exhaustion, without saying anything, slowly closing his eyes, lying in the flowing water, his breathing gradually became long and even, as if he was asleep. 56

"Luoyang, Luoyang, don't pretend to be dead to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is very measured. ”

In contrast, the young man seemed to have never-ending strength and passion, endured the pain, struggled to prop up his body again, paused for a long time and staggered up, hung his arms, hands and feet and crawled out of the deep pit he smashed out, looked at Luoyang in the river, smiled cruelly, clenched his fists, and staggered closer.

"Luoyang, you lost!"

The young man smiled and waved the iron fist that had been gathering momentum for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes "in a faint death", turned to the side, and avoided this punch very dexterously, and did not forget to kick the empty door exposed by the young man.

The foot was heavy, bringing up a large splash, and the boy rolled all the way from the water to the shore, and roared in a low voice, "Despicable, despicable!"

Luoyang Quandang was praising him as a young man, smiling proudly, slowly getting up with the support of the Heavenly Sword, not in a hurry to attack, and recovering his spiritual power while casting a verbal sword on the young man.

"This is called waiting for work, it is not enough to fight with a lot of blood, you have to advance and retreat, and you have to give and take......"

"Get out, get out of the dragon realm for Lao Tzu!"

The young man roared, Luoyang chuckled and shook his head, looked at the unfamiliar mountains and rivers in front of him, felt the aura that was several times thinner, and found an ancient tree at random, flew and sat in the branches, letting the fine streamers spread all over his body.

The boy didn't tell him his name in the end, but he didn't need to say anything, Luoyang knew that in fact, he had been playing his role, after Longcheng, the son of Chen Yu......

He is Bai Shaohan, who is he?

Where did you come from, where did you go, and why?

"It's annoying how many problems there have been recently!"

Luoyang plucked the green leaves that kept swaying in front of him, sniffed the smell of spring deeply, and took off into the air, heading straight for the Demon Realm.

Sword cultivation sword does what he says, saying that if he wants to bring Nanno back, then he must take Nanno back!

Luoyang appeared, the war between the Heavenly Palace and the Demon Clan suddenly ended, as abrupt as at the beginning, the Demon Clan retreated to the Two Realms Mountain, and returned with a full load, although the Heavenly Palace regained the lost ground, but no matter how you look at it, it feels a little embarrassed.

The long-lost tranquility descended on the two worlds, and the more the war in the world became more and more raging, Qi Chuyan, Han, Zhao, Wei Qin, who doesn't want to be the one who took over the torch from the hands of Great Xia, and who doesn't want to be the first emperor of the ages after that human emperor?

The willows are still in the car, the winter snow is covered with no return, there are no men in thousands of households, and the fertile fields of Baizhou are full of thorns.

Giving birth to a boy has become the most unfortunate thing, and no one is willing to fight, but those people are going to beat ......

The remnant sun was like blood, the border of Qi and Qin sounded again, Tian Yu reined in the war horse, looked at the Qi soldiers who were patrolling outside the deep valley, smiled tacitly with the scholar who stood with his hands, returned to the camp with the soldiers, and met the drunken cultivator chasing the merchant girl, suppressed the anger, and went straight into the middle tent.

Zhang Qinzheng was writing hard, seeing Tian Yu returning, he looked around, sacrificed a plate, set up the wine and meat, and said: "How is it, there are no casualties, right?"

Tian Yu shook his head, raised his eyebrows a little proudly, and said: "Wang Tao's kid is better than a monkey, what casualties can there be, but it hurts them......"

"The general trend is inevitable, we will wait, but it's a pity that Kunlun lost, hey!"

Zhang Qin shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh as he spoke, this world is really no different from the wind that can't see the flowers, and the yellow leaves and flowers that don't blow are really unwilling to give up.

"That's not something we can think about, is tomorrow's list ready?"

Tian Yu also wanted to sigh, but he couldn't, as the backbone of the million-strong army, no matter whether it was right or wrong, whether it was good or bad, he couldn't waver in the slightest.

Zhang Qin looked at the list of small halves on the table, and shook his head helplessly, he didn't know what to do, those cultivators are not stupid, and there are more and more brothers who have been bought recently, after all, compared to the temptation of being immortal, what is brotherhood?

From the first transformer to the hundredth convert, without a stick of incense, and destroying the trust that has been poured together for several years, it only takes the cultivator to walk around the camp a few times, draw a large pie, leave a few bottles of elixir, and promise two or three benefits that will never be practical......

That's all it takes, this war is like endless darkness, like rushing water, everyone is a drowning person, if they can be reborn, who can really sleep under the water?

"Tomorrow, tell Wang Tao to find a mountain and blow it up......"

"Bombing again? Will it arouse suspicion, it has already been blown up for the third time this month!"

"This is also something that can't be helped, fortunately, this is the last, I have seen through the rest of the people, and I can't save the next ......"

"Enough, even if we all die in battle, you and those remaining brothers will be enough to help the Great Qi rise again!"

After that, Tian Yu clenched his fists tightly, there was a fire burning in his heart, the eldest husband was born like a summer flower, died like a falling star, and the quiet sinking in the water was not what he wanted, in the end, shouldn't there be a desperate, hysterical madness?

The night is very deep, close to dawn, a distant mountain on the border of the quiet Qi country suddenly crumbles, the nine-colored glow renders the sky, and the rich fairy spirit is intoxicating.

Zhang Qin turned over and sat up, looking at the colorful streamers in the southern sky side by side with Tian Yu, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The ancestors did not deceive people, and after walking too much at night, they would eventually bump into ghosts, and forged more than a dozen fake immortal mansion ruins, and now they inadvertently blew up a real one, I really want to see Wang Tao's expression, it must be very exciting.

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