As one of the figures who changed the era of the emperor of later generations, the master will never lie because of private words, what he said is the fact that he may come, and how to choose is still in Luoyang's hands.

If it was a year ago, if it wasn't the master who spoke, Luoyang's sword would not have the slightest hesitation, but just like the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, the years are the same, and the wind that often comes and goes knows that he is no longer old.

"Master's ......"

The Heavenly Sword was not raised, and Luo Yang called softly, wanting to ask for details.

The wind passed lightly, and the departing master came back, and he volleyed a little more to Cihong, turned him into an inkstone and put it into the sleeve of his robe, and pulled Luoyang deep into the endless peach forest.

Just like the nocturnal creatures who hate the sun, the deeper they go into the peach blossoms, the tighter the sword eyebrows of Luoyang, the heavenly sword keeps buzzing, the long-lost anger is like the waves, a wave of unevenness rises again and again, and the wisdom sword under the Bodhi tree continues to shine streamers, even so, the remaining will is like a candle in the wind, and the day is precarious.

"Settle down, think about it, do you really hate Peach Blossom?"

The master's footsteps paused slightly, and there was an indescribable great power in his soft voice, Luoyang's confused eyes suddenly cleared, looking at the peach blossoms, and taking care of himself.

yes, since when did I start hating this floral fragrance, it's been too long, and I've been a little confused for a long time.

The inexplicable sense of vicissitudes came from his heart, Luoyang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly woke up, this sense of vicissitudes was very abnormal and should not belong to him.

"Cangtian doesn't like peach blossoms, and he hates people who plant peach blossoms...... She planted this peach blossom, and she also gave the inkstone. ”

The master recalled the past, his tone was full of sorrow, Luoyang couldn't help but lose color, a person who can be annoyed by the sky, what kind of existence should she be?

This is unimaginable, but one thing is clear, even if she can't destroy the red dust, it is always easy to cause the living to be miserable.

"I'm glad you didn't cut that sword, you've grown up, if Qi Tianxiang is still here, I'm afraid you'll be smiling from ear to ear......"

"But this is not enough, you need to know that small does not mean that it does not exist, always wipe it diligently, and do not make it dusty. ”

The master's voice came again, and Luoyang let go of the Heavenly Sword and stared at the disgusted peach forest.

If you kill Ci Hong, those who died because of him can't live, and there may be more people who die because of him, and they can't be killed, at least not now, but they can't let him go......

The master seemed to know what Luoyang was thinking, turned over his hand and held up a lifeless inkstone, and sighed faintly: "Mingzhe protects herself, they are afraid of her, and they can't see me clearly, I have been waiting for someone to bring Cihong back, and I have waited until now." ”

Luo Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, the feeling in his heart was a little unclear, he stared at the Heavenly Sword for a long time, sighed faintly, and said: "It's not easy to lift the sword, but it's even ......more difficult to put it down."

"Old man, why do you say it so accurately, you can't make a mistake!"

"I count you as half a ancestor, remember, small does not mean that it does not exist, always wipe it diligently, don't make it dusty. ”

The master repeated what Fang had just said, and Luoyang bowed and said, "Thank you." ”

"Don't thank me, I wish you had cut off that sword so I could see him. ”

"If that is the case, if you release the inkstone, I will not show mercy to my subordinates. ”

"It's late, if you miss it, it's over, she knows it, and she won't come back......"

The master said meaningfully, shook his head and sighed, Luoyang had appeared outside the academy when he came back to his senses, Fang Cai's trip to the peach forest seemed to have never happened, without the master's palm, the disgust came back again, and Luoyang also remembered his thing that was almost forgotten by him again.

"Grandpa Cao, if you can, don't forget to inform me when the time is approaching, Cang Tian seems to be very resistant to this matter. ”

The messenger was silent for a long time, Luoyang raised his head, and suddenly felt very uneasy in his heart, and was about to say it again, when Old Man Cao's wine belch came, "Hiccup...... I know, I know, what should you kid do, don't bother me if you don't have anything serious!"

Luoyang pursed his lips, put away the communication talisman, and the sword went to the desert.

The fish is not hooked, the bait is naturally worry-free, he will not take Xiao Ying'er if he doesn't go to the former Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo, this road is very long, there are many things to think about, and it is okay to slow down.

In the Thousand Machines Pavilion, Old Man Cao angrily threw away the communication charm, his intoxication gradually dissipated, looked at the man in black on the other side of the table, pouted, and said, "You should mean what his words mean, if there is a day, what are you going to do?"

"There won't be a day, never!"

The man in black put down the wine glass, a little excited, this wine was originally good, why did it suddenly change its taste.

"How do you know that it won't? His opponent is not a person, it is the sky, it is the sky that you arranged for him, what is the fate of going against the sky, look at the Li family, look at us, don't you understand?"

"I don't know if it won't, I just told myself that it won't, he is a sword that has no one before and after the Six Realms, and it is impossible for him not to be able to defeat the heavens......"

The voice of the man in black became smaller and smaller, revealing no confidence, the old man Cao pouted angrily, and with a wave of his palm, he sent the man in black out of bounds, took out the wine cup alone, poured himself a drink, and returned to that day in a trance, the dome was dense with clouds, and more than 300 top Daluo danced in the air to fight, but all fell day and night......

"Oh, what a sky!"

With a solemn sigh, Old Man Cao put down his wine glass, and gradually fell asleep, dreaming of Qingning, because he had nothing, he was happy.

Jumping over the mountains and mountains, flying across the vast grassland, the dust and sand are dusk and yellow in the sky, and the wind is no longer light, and the hotter it is. Qi Yan reads

Luoyang temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, his eyes returned to sharpness, and he was about to speed up his pace, when the autumn cicada first noticed the warning, followed by the sound of wind and thunder, and the mighty flames were surging like waves, and they were frantically pressed from the other side of the sea of clouds.

"Break the tide!"

Luoyang stared at the waves of fire, trying his best to suppress the heavenly sword in his hand, a line of sword fibers like ox hair, but refused to change with the wind, domineering occupied most of the dome, the clouds dispersed, the streamer shattered, the fire wave was cut open, shattered into a little glow.

The stones fell, and the grass group was killed again, and the evil cultivators hidden around all appeared, and the black pressure was overwhelming, and the water in the eight directions could not be drained.

"It's a fool to know that you can't do it, Luoyang, didn't you make a good choice when you were in the academy, give up one person to save the people, this is the way. ”

The sloppy Taoist stared at the young man with a pair of hundreds, waiting for Luoyang's answer.

There are choices in the world, different choose different roads, some roads lead to the sky, some roads fall to the ground, in the past, the sloppy Taoist hoped that Luoyang could choose the one that died, but now he hopes that Luoyang will choose the road, the Eastern Emperor Fangshuo can not establish a country, and there are enough seven kingdoms in the world.

Luoyang listened to the crooked reasoning of the sloppy Taoist, too lazy to speak clichés, and rushed into the enemy formation with his sword, the sword was fast, but the falling treasure light and talisman were not slow.

The sky is no longer quiet, the wind is rising, the clouds have not moved, the whistling thunder tiger and the long chanting fire dragon appear out of thin air, tearing the beautiful scenery to pieces, and it is a unique atmosphere.

Just when you thought that this was the most magnificent scenery on the flying clouds, suddenly the sword light was prominent, plain white like a cloud, but it was even brighter than the glow of the sun.

The palm-sized jade ornament shattered into powder, and the flame light on the black and red ayara was also extinguished, and it was stirred into countless pieces by the sword light, and he hurriedly fled by the wind.

The offensive of dozens of people was defeated by a sword, Luoyang stepped into the air and retreated, flashed the thousands of attacks behind him, swept his divine sense, turned around and slashed out a sword, but was blocked by the arc of Pengbai, and he could not advance an inch.

The surrounding cultivators scattered, just like the advance and retreat that had been rehearsed tens of thousands of times, covering the retreat and evacuation in an orderly manner, and enshrined the long sky as a unique stage.

Bang!

The sound of rolling thunder was everywhere, and before he could see that the electric light of the offensive had fallen closer, Luoyang relied on the autumn cicada to feel embarrassed and flashed the blow, his cheeks stabbed like a knife, and the neat wound gradually flowed bright red.

"You were the one who killed Master Dust and seriously injured Brother Chang Ming, right?"

"It's just two pieces of waste, I hope you're better than them, and you can make me more excited!"

The sound fell, and another punch fell, so fast that he couldn't see clearly, Luoyang avoided it sideways by feeling, a ball of thunder exploded in front of him, and several afterimages shone brightly, although the autumn cicada felt that he kept warning him, but Luoyang couldn't keep up with the speed of this mysterious person, and he was punched dozens of times, and there was a hidden thunder seed hidden in his body, and when the thunder light retreated, it exploded instantly, and Luoyang's magic robe was blown into rags, dyed with dazzling red.

"With all your strength, your sword is too slow, it's boring!"

The ethereal voice came from everywhere, Luoyang looked around, suddenly fixed his eyes in front of him, a monk in gray and white cloth smiled playfully, hung his fingers in front of his head, and flicked lightly, Luoyang dodged to avoid it, and the void behind him was pierced by electric light, and it took a long time to return to normal.

"Hey, it's not bad......"

The cultivator whispered, and without waiting for the Heavenly Sword to fall, he retreated, appeared behind Luoyang, patted Luoyang on the shoulder, and dropped a heavy palm.

The purple-red thunder lotus was in full bloom, the wind pushed the clouds and waves to disperse in all directions, Luoyang bowed his body, the scorched black on his left arm gradually faded, the plain white sword intent turned into gold, the glow shone, looking at it from afar, it was like two days.

"Interesting, come, ...... with me"

Before the cultivator's words were finished, the heavenly sword had already fallen, flowing out of the clouds, ethereal, and very slow, but the cultivator did not dodge.

The lightning exploded again, and the cultivator's robe was shattered by the sword qi, and the golden heavy armor worn inside shone brightly, blocking the sword light and being unscathed.

"What a terrible sword, don't leave it at that, I'm very afraid of death. ”

The cultivator bowed down, and without waiting for Luoyang to raise the heavenly sword again and turn into a flash of lightning and flee thousands of miles away, Luoyang hesitated for a moment and did not choose to chase, turned around and turned towards the desert.

Swimming in the sea of sand, the deep and silent ruins came into view, the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo did not hide, but stepped out of the air in a bright light, holding his wrists and fists, bowing down and leading, completely a host's posture.

Luoyang raised his eyebrows lightly, did not move, but looked around inch by inch, and his eyes were all messy, although he looked carefully, he still found nothing.

"Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo, did you have a falling out with the Heavenly Master?"

"That's sooner or later, haven't you forgotten what I told you?"

The Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo answered with questions, looking at Luoyang during the trial of the desert, his eyes were shining with golden light, and he didn't find the letter agreed by Cihong, and said again: "What about Cihong, it was taken back by the master?"

"I'll kill him!"

"No, if you kill him, she will still be here, she is an unreasonable lord. ”

"I know and ask, you called me here, I came, let Xiao Ying'er go. ”

"She's in the ruins, and if you want to save her, come in and find it yourself. ”

Knowing what he wanted to know, the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo didn't want to go down with Luoyang again, turned into a retreat and disappeared into the void, and put the choice in front of Luoyang again.

On the one hand, it is the widow of an old friend, on the other hand, it is the general trend, whether to raise the sword forward or hide the front to retreat is all up to Luoyang himself, just like in the face of Cihong, cut and release, advance and retreat, all of which are between a thought.