The moon is shining brightly near the eaves, the stars are sparse in the sky, and the white cranes that can play the most have lost their spirit and are drowsy.

The lights are still in spirit, and through the small window, they try their best to depict the sound of Jian Xiu's earnestness, carving it into the night, not flowing into time.

The footsteps from the inner room were quiet, the shadow was graceful, Fang Jingqi was unmoved, staring at the stubborn stone in front of him, the invisible spiritual power was surging and changing, and there was a fine seal in his eyes.

This is a Buddhist scripture, but it is carved on a stubborn stone, and it has to be restored to its original state through a formation.

Although he has never memorized Buddhist scriptures, he knows the formation patterns, which can be used as a stone for other mountains.

The divine consciousness perceives the transformation of the formation, calculates with all his heart, changes from one nine to ninety-nine, and repeats it constantly, and finally, a fine streamer rises on the stubborn stone, like golden scales swimming in the air, piecing together a Dao method.

"Tell the little junior brother quickly, the calculation time should be just right. ”

Gong Yuwei walked quickly to the table, drew the sword talisman to engrave the Taoist scriptures, pulled Fang Jingqi to the back of the screen, extinguished the lights, and the cultivators did their spiritual work, ignoring the rights and wrongs outside the mountain.

The sword talisman in the Sumeru ring shone brightly, Luoyang fell into his senses, perceiving the content of the Tao Sutra, and the two sword eyebrows were frowning together.

Behind him, Aguta clenched his fist and attacked, heaven and earth, no matter which angle you look at, this punch is perfect, and the grass bends its waist and retreats on both sides, as if to welcome King's Landing.

The thin monk in front of him nodded slowly, smiled lightly, turned his fists into palms, turned his hands in front of his chest, and gently pushed out the Buddha's light surging like waves.

Aguta was overjoyed when he saw this, and there was only one point of energy left for change, and the iron fist blasted into the mortal Dao rhyme, as if nailed into rotten wood, it was a devastating and decaying force.

Something seems wrong......

How could Luoyang's sword be so weak, was it because of the master's containment, or was it because the so-called Huafan Sword Dao was strong in attack and weak in defense?

"There is no need to scruple and go all out, I have fixed it in the world with the supreme Dharma. ”

The sound of Itgrad sounded in his ears, and Aguta glanced at the back of the white clothes who were close to him, suppressed his suspicions, and mobilized all the remaining strength.

There is no turning back arrow when opening the bow, no matter what, there is only a chance to punch, an inch of distance, I don't believe that Luoyang can still turn the tide!

"Celestial Wheel Method!"

The iron fist is less than an inch, Luoyang Yiran drew the sword and turned around, the mixed element method projection vortex was vast, the bright starlight was scorching, and the homeopathic rotation was carried out, with the light of the Buddha and the fist moving at the same time.

The purple lightning dispersed, and all the spectators turned into fish in the pond in front of the city, and those who died did not know how to die, and there were countless people who suffered heavy losses.

Aguta's punch with all his strength missed, and his eyes widened to see the blade that quickly slashed through his throat, only the thin palm of Itgrad's heavily imprinted palm.

The thunder shook the sky, the dust swept into the sky, and the moon fell faintly, and in the deepest part of the dust, there were three people scattered in the huge pit that was large enough to hold a city.

One, a monk, a "weak girl".

"The thief is hateful, the old man fought with you!"

The monk was the first to move, turned around, closed his palms into fists, opened and closed, and only attacked and did not defend with a crazy look.

Luoyang walked in the shadow of the fist in an instantaneous step, his smile was meaningful, and he handed out a sword from time to time, wrapped in the rhyme of the mortal Dao, the golden body of the old monk was indestructible, and he didn't need to keep his hand at all.

"Old friend, you're in love!"

"Sow melons and get melons, sow beans and get beans, sow evil causes, and bear evil results, isn't it true that he Aguta is to blame for himself, and he will kill himself if he commits many injustices?"

The purple lightning in the sky opened the way, and the sound was loud from far to near, Zhang Junbao stepped on the clouds in front, Wuchen Imperial Sword was behind, and fell to the front in the blink of an eye.

The hysterical offensive was slowed down, the old monk deliberately sold the flaws, Luoyang took advantage of the situation to raise his sword to stir up, the Buddha's light was broken, and the golden lotus was like an autumn wind, and the silence withered.

The sword succeeded, Luoyang flew back, lifted the sword and slashed again out of thin air, and the endless gray mist broke into two halves, and the strength surged, and it was annihilated in an instant.

"I lost this battle, and since then I have returned to Wudang Mountain, I have thought about it in the face of the wall, and I can't realize it!"

Itgrad folded his trembling palms, thinking that Luoyang bent down to salute, turned around and jumped into the clouds, followed the sword light to the sky, and looked at the direction, it was indeed to Wudang Mountain.

The cold night is often quiet, the sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the young man raises his sword and looks at the moon, and the girl stares at the young man stupidly.

This is a chess game that has been planned since the death of Hadabilie, and the first step begins with entering the grassland at "midnight".

The reason why Itgrad sat in that desolate temple was to let go of mercy and call for death step by step.

The stubborn stone outside the temple is the fall that rewrites the ending, and the Tianbao wheel method inside is the reward of the sword, not only to kill Aguta, his life is not worth the price, but also the life of the size of Shan Yu.

The name begins with life and death, and the law is the same, not broken or established, broken and then established.

Itgrad didn't intend to destroy the grassland, but just to return it to chaos, and sooner or later a new strong man would emerge in this endless fertile land, and he would probably ascend the throne as emperor!

"What are you going to do with me, kill me or let me go?"

Butterfly Zimo Xu was fed up with staring at his back from afar, and walked forward with brisk steps, squinting her beautiful eyes, and just waiting for Luoyang to refuse before offering her own price.

"Keep up. ”

Luoyang simply spit out two words, walked westward, stepped on a fleeting step, and swept to a tent between breaths, where women and Confucians, old and weak were crowded in a ventilated tent, and the other side was staggered, with piercing laughter.

If so, there is no need to hesitate, the sword rises and falls, the light goes out, and the step continues to the west, until Hao Ri is born, the crimson morning glow is sprinkled, and the hands are dyed bright red again, but he does not feel uneasy.

Is this grown up or indifferent?

Luoyang himself can't say clearly, but he just feels that the sword and sword come out of his heart, if he kills, he will only be happy, and then he will be frightened, right and wrong are completely fair, if he is wrong one day, will he fall into the devil's way?

"The sword is easy to lift, but hard to put down!"

On that day, the boat was a leaf, the green plum was boiled in wine, and the old man lazily looked at the green clouds and mist in the distance, sighing.

Looking back at the present in a hurry, Luoyang couldn't help but reach out and hold the forgotten four, looked at it stupidly, made a sword finger with his left hand, stroked it on the blade a little bit, and finally flicked his fingers, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was from scratch, as brilliant as the morning sun.

This scene is picturesque, but it is impossible to tell whether it is natural or wonderful, Butterfly Zimo was stunned for a long time, and then also enjoyed the peaceful morning.

It's been a long time since I've been like this, and I don't have to calculate it for a long, long time, but I really live in the moment, enjoying the breeze, the fragrance of flowers, the warm sun and every rare beauty, and it's eternal in an instant.

"Change the skin, more!"

Luoyang continued to speak, guiding the sword light to rise, Xianyang hadn't checked yet, seeing that the soldiers were out of the Xiongguan to blitz Dawei, he only allowed himself to enjoy this short moment.

"Where are we going?"

Butterfly Zimo said softly, her voice fell into Mingyao's sword light, and her smile became poignant, still as unpredictable as ever, and she thought that she would show mercy......

No killing, no mercy, Kunlun's sword is really difficult to comment.

Collecting the sword and dying with a red face, Luoyang didn't take a second look, he swayed into the sky, escaped into Xianyang, took a deep breath of moving fireworks at the head of the city, glanced at the city guards left and right, and said coldly: "A-word plan, immediately!"

The sound of the battle stirred the sky, the bells rang out on all sides, and the carriages scattered into the streets, and the streets were empty for a long time, and even the temples became empty.

The soldiers beating the drums and beating the bell disappeared in the blink of an eye, Luoyang stretched his waist, stepped down to the long street, walked slowly from east to west, walked in a straight line, there were walls over the wall, never detoured, causing chickens and dogs to jump.

Walking through a city, flying down to the south gate, striding northward, flying in the absolute sense of the city when crisscrossing and crisscrossing, the divine consciousness is scattered, under the bluestone, between the canals, at the corners of the alleys and streets, one by one the array disks fly up and disintegrate, scattered as zero light rain.

After doing all this, Luoyang didn't get up, and his divine sense continued to probe into the ground, breaking countless prohibitions, and destroying countless arrays again in a hundred feet away where almost no one would search, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

There are two magic arrays in the city, one is the remnants of the demon clan, and the other is a trapped array hidden according to the formation of the rich chamber of commerce, and the core is sunk underground, both internally and externally, it has to be destroyed.

Xianyang City can't have a formation, if Xianyang City is annihilated, there will be no Great Qin, if you have time, you have to go to the academy to ask the master, whether the academy wants to get the position of the state religion.

If you don't want to find a way to set up a formation in the city, Kunlun's sword formation will not work, and the people on the mountain have never planned to fight for the name of the state religion, they just want to cultivate the sword, guard the mountain, and guard the world.

That's all for later, it's time to call them out, the plan of the day is in the morning, you can't waste a lot of good time, it's best to have a bowl of small wonton, Yangchun noodles are also excellent......

Thinking that Luoyang walked to the side of the long street, brushed his sleeves to attract the underground bell and drum, the sound of horses' hooves, and after a while, the long street became noisy, few people discussed, and the people at the feet of the monarch were more taboo, even if they were really curious, they would not say it at this time, they would only wait until the dead of night, and the husband and wife would talk a few words at night.

It's not a matter of the sky falling, it's like a ripple caused by a stone, it has an impact, but it can't interfere, the days are still that day, nothing lasts longer than it.

Luoyang hummed Nannuo's favorite tune, turned the corner of the street, exhausted the alleys, climbed over the wall and over the house, and landed directly outside the wonton shop in the chuckle of the seven or eight women.

"Hostess, I want to ......"

"Your wonton, don't worry, it's just out of the pot, I'm thinking that you can get it soon. ”

I haven't seen Aunt Xu learn to answer for a few days, and she approached with a wooden plate while talking, the mellow fragrance is always not enough, and the soup base dotted with green onions floats with delicate creations, elegantly stretching her figure, and the delicious wonton filling looms, which is sultry and appetizing.

"You use it slowly, do you want me to ask someone to order you another bowl of Yangchun noodles, so that you don't have to go over there." ”

"Hahahaha. ”

Luoyang Tan took the spoon in his hand, smiled and said nothing, but the shopkeeper ran to the outside of the hall in his busy schedule, and turned back after a while, Yangchun noodles were still behind, just like the spring breeze after the winter snow, it was always unsatisfactory, so it was even more expected.

On the third pole of the day, Luoyang put the last piece of sauce beef in his mouth, looked around the table, the cups and plates were messy, scattered with no meat-eating bones and residual soup, and after eating so much, he had to ask others to slowly clean up and wash, it was not beautiful, let's do it yourself.

Flick your sleeves to stir up the sword qi, clean the dust, see the dishes, chopsticks, cups and plates neat, lead the tables and chairs, and leave three ingots of pure gold into the flow of people.

Now is different from the past, there are very few people who do not open their eyes, and even less those who rob this useless gold and silver.

As for how to divide it, don't worry, Aunt Xu's husband is a smart person, don't look at it, but you should be literate, otherwise how can you take advantage of the situation to combine vertical and horizontal means?

Thinking and walking, the sky is suddenly dim, the sky is full of neon twelve connecting things, colorful mist and red glow, bursts of fairy music, endless falling flowers, touching the heart is relaxed, and the body is fragrant.

"On July 17, the Taixuan Gate is opened, and we sincerely invite all Taoist friends to gather in the sky!"