It may be that you are attached to this verdant mountain, or it may not be when the clouds are scattered and the rainbow is hung, the summer rain that should be clean and neat is unexpectedly lingering, there is no wind and thunder, and the bead curtain is born under the eaves again, which is dense and continuous, and it is endless.

In a trance, the electric light fell into the sky, and there was a thunderous sound, Zhong Shihan smiled with interest, and a fire cloud rose in front of him, and the sharp knife and the fluorescence on the knife all melted!

"Do you think this palace is one of those delicate flowers in the world who can only be intrigued in the deep palace?"

"If it's not that being the emperor is too tired, who do you think the current demon emperor is?"

"If it weren't for Chen Yu's disappearance, who do you think is leading the troops now?"

Listening to Zhong Shihan's successive questions, "Lost Butterfly" couldn't help but tremble with his palms, and his body knelt slowly irresistibly, wanting to commit suicide but finding that this body no longer belonged to him, and he couldn't move at all.

"Tell me, you're the one who can't see the light?"

Zhong Shihan waved his hand to attract the chair, sat down calmly, saw that the "lost butterfly" was silent, his eyes became cold, and he grabbed it with his hand, and his mind was like a flood that broke the embankment, and all the resistance of the "lost butterfly" was in vain.

"It's just a bit of a carb, and I still think it's sacred, thank you for giving this palace a chance, they've been dancing so hard lately, they have to bang and knock. ”

This was the last voice that the "Lost Butterfly" heard, full of sarcasm, and then the terrible witch smashed the flat porphyry ground with one hand, and summoned a crimson magic knife from the bottomless underground, and the extremely bright knife light was the last sight the "Lost Butterfly" saw.

Xia Yu seemed to suddenly remember his own style, stopped cleanly, and did not forget to leave a moving rainbow in the western sky when he left.

The rainbow is very beautiful, but unfortunately it is out of place, even in the world, if the queen of the dynasty raised a knife to swagger through the market, I am afraid that few people will be interested in the sky flying rainbow, not to mention that here is still a martial demon clan, seeing this scene, I can't help but have a demon reminiscence, when was the last time the queen raised a knife?

Yes, when Chen Yu took Princess Nannuo away, he had been in a hurry for more than ten years, and he didn't know if the queen's knife was dull or not.

As the Wei family's mansion approached, this question was quickly answered, and the second son of the Yan instigated the fire crow to rise into the air, only then did he fly over the eaves, and a touch of sword light hung upside down in the sky, and the terrifying wind broke off a street of willows, and the group of fire crows was even more gray left.

"You, come here. ”

Zhong Shihan glanced at the demon boy on the side of the road, pointed to the broken willow on the street, and said coldly: "Tell me, how is my sword better than Luoyang's sword?"

"The queen's sword skills are unparalleled, Luoyang may not be able to hold a knife, this is not a slap in the horse, even if Luoyang is here, he will never have a second word, this is a fact!"

"Well, it's really good, let's go home, this palace is going to kill today, and children will have nightmares when they see it. ”

Zhong Shihan chuckled and nodded, very satisfied with the young man's answer, and glanced at the underground of the Wei family, and with another slash, half of the Wei Mansion disappeared in the fiery red sword light.

"Old man Wei, what do you want to say?"

The voice was fluttering into the other half of the Wei Mansion, breathing, the rich old man flew out of the hospital with his stomach up, bowed to Zhong Shihan, and said in a loud voice: "The queen's sword technique is superb, it is my old eyes that can't see the east, west, north and south clearly, thank you to the queen for supporting justice for the Wei family." ”

"This palace is going to demolish the Ni family now, will you go?"

"Go, of course go, Old Man Ni and I have always been blessed and shared with hardships, how can I not be with him in this renovated house?"

"Hey, isn't it old and dizzy that can't see east, west, north and south clearly?"

Zhong Shihan smiled skillfully, not giving face to this cheeky old thing at all, and Wei Gu didn't need face, so he laughed and said nothing.

There is a common saying in the human race, called "Stretch out your hand and don't hit the smiling person", but the queen is domineering, the smiling face is not unbeaten, even so, you can't cry with a sad face, that will not be exchanged for mercy, but will only be beaten more viciously.

Walking through the streets and alleys, it didn't take long for the golden plaque of Ni Mansion to come into view, but Wei Gu's smile suddenly froze, staring at the trapped Yiying children, and his heart was half cold.

"Well done, the house is preserved. ”

Zhong Shihan chuckled and nodded, carrying a knife, and slashed the low-level demon who was holding the dagger upside down with a knife, looked at Wei Gu, and quipped: "It seems that you can only build a house by yourself......

"Queen, I think you should investigate carefully, who knows if there are thieves hiding in the house, you have to dig three feet into the ground!"

"Open your mouth to let out the smell, old man Wei, not everyone is as incompetent as you. ”

"You just opened your mouth to let out the stench!"

Wei Gu let out a low roar and flew towards Old Man Ni, and the two old demons scuffled in the street like ruffians, completely ignoring Zhong Shihan leaving.

On the holy mountain, Nan Nuo urged the Immortal Demon Yan to carefully protect Nan Yi behind him, and the Sauvignon Blanc was horizontal in front of him, looking from the back, it was really similar to Luoyang.

Looking at Nan Yi looking at the sky, he couldn't help but think of Luoyang, and he didn't know how he was now.

The scorching dust and sand swept through the rubble with the howling wind, and the load closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the glow was already gone. 520

"Luoyang has found Xiao Ying'er, but in a secret realm, do we have to wait?"

Gu Lu pondered for a moment, but also couldn't make a decision, and turned to look at the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo who was looking at Haori, and couldn't help but think of the old guy who had few words but could make a decision.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait for them to enter the garden before they start, the time is not on the one hand, on the other hand, I really want to see Luoyang's dream ......"

Donghuang Fang Shuo muttered, his gaze turned to Donghuang Chi on the glorious sun, smiled with interest, and added: "It's not just me who thinks, our Demon Emperor also thinks, the Jade Emperor also thinks, everyone thinks, why didn't they make a move, for this moment." ”

Gu Lu had a flash of inspiration, he thought of something but didn't catch it, he couldn't help but lower his head, stretched out his hand and set up the stones, one by one, one by one, the corners of his mouth gradually rose, looking at the snowfield.

Luoyang took the lead in walking on the snowfield, Xiao Ying'er and Fang Zhen followed behind, and the rest of the cultivators were further behind, no one made a sound, and the scene was terrifying.

This snowfield seems to have no end, and after walking about a stick of incense, Luoyang stopped, looked at the distant mountains that were still far away, took a deep breath, and turned around, indeed I couldn't see the tiger corpse, but this did not mean that everyone really moved forward.

"Everyone, hide in the Cave Heaven Magic Weapon, for the sake of today, I can only try to destroy this secret realm, I don't know how long Donghuang Fang Shuo will wait, if there are other Dao friends here, I can only be sorry!"

Luoyang sighed quietly, holding the heavenly sword, Fang Zhen summoned a bamboo hut and took everyone in, Xiao Ying'er also hid in a mountain, Luoyang put the two magic weapons into the Sumeru ring and couldn't help but think of Xia Qixing who was still in it, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and raised his sword to attract fireworks from all directions.

The sword failed to be cut off, and a sarcophagus rose in the shaking of the earth, and before the wind moved, the coffin lid was shattered, and the emaciated old man jumped out of the coffin, staring at the sword for a long time, and reached out to take out an old sword that had been corroded by time from the coffin.

"Latecomers, in heaven and earth, throughout the ages, whose sword is the strongest?"

It was a familiar inquiry again, Luoyang pursed his lips, and said softly to the old man who performed the sword salute: "There is no strongest sword in the world!"

"Where is the strongest sword?"

"In the heart, the sword comes from the heart, but if it is consistent, this sword is the strongest!"

"This is just your strongest, you can't be on the table, you can't be the strongest. ”

The old man groaned slightly, shook his head, raised his sword and slashed towards Luoyang, there was no momentum, no moving sword light, just a sword, Luoyang retreated more than ten steps before stabilizing his figure.

"Go out, you can block this sword, the previous thing is written off, but you have to stay with that female doll, it's been too long, and the old man should have an heir to inherit the mantle." ”

Luoyang was happy at first, then narrowed his eyes, stepped out of a sword, and looked closely, it was similar to the old man's sword.

This is the old man's sword style, of course, it is impossible to hurt the old man, the heavenly sword missed, the old man tilted his head slightly, and said coldly: "Your talent is good, but you and I are different, it is impossible for me to accept you as an apprentice!"

Luoyang couldn't help frowning, collected the sword and attacked again, the sword converged a little, and another sword fell, the old man raised the sword in front of him, the sword style changed leisurely, and a sword was pointed on the vicissitudes of the sword blade, and the old man took a few steps back.

This sword was already seven points similar to the old man's sword.

"This is your sword, I see. ”

Luoyang reminisced about Fang Cai's attack and defense, and raised the heavenly sword again, the wind and snow were not shocked between the ups and downs, and there was not the slightest fireworks, but the real fireworks were already floating around the old man.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and there was no coffin on this endless snowfield, and there was no old man, only a sword that was too old to be decent.

"It seems that the waiters and divinities here have been eaten by you, and you are the one who attacked me in the cave, right?"

"Where did you come from, how could you learn swords like this, I have been enlightening that sword for a hundred years just now, you can read it once?"

"Learning is necessarily easier than creating, no matter how difficult it is. ”

"Would you rather learn or create?"

The old sword flew in front of Luoyang, and the sword of the same sky hung in front of Luoyang, on the hilt of the sword, the old man sat half-leaning, staring at Luoyang, and had a hunch that his answer would be very pleasing.

"If you don't know how to leave, you want to learn to run, if you want to create, you have to learn, to reach a certain level, I don't think you need to deliberately pursue anything, it's like a matter of course, and what should appear will always appear. ”

"Good!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and the old sword blade let out a soft roar, and the void rolled thunder, and the sword body eroded by time returned to cold, in stark contrast to the black hilt and sword grid.

Luoyang Tan held the old sword in his hand, and the heavenly sword let out a soft roar, flashing a brighter glow, but the old sword was still silent, very ordinary, just like an iron sword that could be seen everywhere, but the color was strange.

The snow field disappeared, and Luoyang appeared in a garden with an old sword in his hand, looking at the flowers around him that he had never seen before, and suddenly remembered the words of the Feng family elder.

"No matter where, no matter what time, no matter what size, if there is a garden in the relics of the gods, those flowers fall asleep, devouring the memories ......"