In the depths of midsummer, the glow of light looks at the cascading green leaves.

The song of the leaves began, and the morning dew hidden in the leaves refracted a rainbow of light, which should be in harmony with the flowing clouds towards the light, and the murmuring water was quiet everywhere it passed.

The small building with glazed tiles on the vermilion wall is watching the quiet, and the small sandalwood carved window on the top floor faces the fiery red morning sun, and the light obliquely enters the room, quietly falls on the table, stays for a moment and slowly moves to Luoyang's cheeks, warm and a little dazzling.

The file that danced all night was slightly stagnant among the butterflies among the flowers, Luoyang couldn't help but be distracted, the mellow unfolding array showed the slightest flaw, the array broke like an avalanche, and the thick aura swept up, and the puppets that completed most of them could not bear such a great force, and they turned into a piece of fly ash and stayed in Luoyang's palm for a while, and could no longer suppress the yearning for beauty, and the front and back were far away.

"It's so limiting, it's really not bad!"

Luoyang's complaining old man Cao, who was napping, raised his head, stretched his waist and yawned a long time, drooping his eyelids, looking at Luoyang's hands proudly, smiling, like an old naughty boy.

"Come here, come here, it's not okay to be old, I've only slept for a while, and my shoulders are a little sore......"

Hearing the sound, Luoyang shook his palm, walked behind Old Man Cao, mobilized his sword intent, and pinched his shoulders like dark iron.

"On the left, with a little more force, it's hard for you to have such a heavy taste, you can ...... against a puppet doll of that kind last night"

"Stinky old man!"

The old man was disrespectful to the old man, the young man's face was blushing, his palm was even harder, the sword intent at his fingertips gradually dissipated in a few clicks, the sweat gradually wet Luoyang's sideburns, and his stable palm trembled, but the old man Cao did not shout to stop.

Luoyang took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and persevered, his palm was released again, and a firecracker-like sound sounded in the bone joints, which could no longer shake the flesh of Old Man Cao's scalp.

"That's not going to work, no wonder the demon doll's belly hasn't moved for so many years......"

Luoyang raised his eyebrows, not wanting to deal with the unscrupulous old man, turned around and held a log with an unknown name, holding the file, and couldn't calm his palm down for a long time.

"Take a look, that's it, no wonder you're forced to hide like a king. ”

Old man Cao continued to spit out the fragrance, Luoyang still didn't make a sound, as if he didn't hear it, he lowered his head, and after a long time, the carving knife fell, the sawdust gradually fell, and the spiritual power was stacked and hooked together, forming a formation and then continuing to extend backwards, linking the next formation.

Seeing that Luoyang began to move, Old Man Cao finally stopped speaking, tilted his head to look at Su Yun who was getting away, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

It is not easy to sharpen the sword, the beginning is the most difficult, this first step goes out, and the next thing is much simpler.

Airplanes!

Luoyang didn't let Old Man Cao be happy for too long, the file was oblique, the formation was broken again, the chaotic spiritual power swept through the hut like a tide, the silk curtain danced wildly, and Old Man Cao's beard was also turning and closing, and his face was very ugly.

"If you don't learn to walk, you want to learn to run, if there are more than a dozen moves in the Sword Sutra, there is no mistake in one go, but if there are dozens of moves, hundreds of moves, you also plan to perform them in one go, without stopping?"

"Of course!"

Luoyang nodded, taking the Chaos Qinglian Sword as an example, Yang Ming eighty-one swords, Yin Zang eighty-one swords, a total of one hundred and sixty-two swords, in one go, the combination of yin and yang is a thought of flowers.

Old man Cao was silent, and when he saw that Luoyang's palm was no longer trembling, he changed his mind, and called softly: "Come here, continue to help me press my shoulder." ”

"Just come. ”

Luoyang Ji just failed to place the place, put down the file, stepped forward quickly, urged the sword intent attached to the fingertips and grabbed it again, the old man Cao squinted and enjoyed, his mind changed, two short swords appeared in the air, tilted his head and looked at Luoyang, who was working hard, and said: "Royal sword, compare with me." ”

Hearing this, Luoyang rolled his eyes, tried his best to separate some spiritual power, and the short sword was in the air, and before it could be completely cut off, it was completely dispersed by a streamer.

"The sword is out of Kunlun, that's it?"

"I am the ...... of the sword"

"Stupid, do you know how to cook and delay your learning to paint? You can't do it and still want to control it, do you think the palm of the sword is the palm of the palm?"

Old man Cao's voice was like a startled thunder, Luoyang raised his head, feeling that the old man in front of him seemed to know more about the sword than himself.

"Don't look at me like that, since the existence of the human race, the Thousand Machines Pavilion has existed, and the old man of Qingxu was born there, how he was born, what he has experienced in his life, and what special habits he has in the Pavilion are recorded. ”

"In other words, if Kunlun's sword is the clearest is the old man of Qingxu Cao, then the second clearest is the master of the Thousand Machines Pavilion!"

Saying that, Old Man Cao looked at Luoyang, saw that he wanted to speak and stopped, pointed to the hands on his shoulders that had stopped moving, and deliberately made a mistake at the sword blade in the sky: "Go on, don't stop!"

"Good. ”

Luoyang nodded, and once again took the short sword prepared by Old Man Cao, and his mind changed, turning into a lightning-like streamer and blasting towards Old Man Cao's sword, intending to use the sharp edge of the Heavenly Sword to fight Old Man Cao.

The two swords were facing each other, without making the slightest sound, and the short sword that Luoyang drove was like the winter snow in the scorching heat, quickly melting, leaving nothing behind.

"It's ......"

"That's right, this is a sparse and ordinary purple qi from the east, I admit, your sword is indeed very strong, but it's a pity that you can't perfectly control the sword in your heart!"

Saying that Old Man Cao was a little empty, the plain white short sword appeared out of thin air again, Luoyang stared at the short sword, thought for a long time, let go of his hands, and concentrated all his mind to control the short sword. Reading the book

"Good, it's a great start. ”

Seeing Luoyang let go of his hands and fully focused on the sword, Old Man Cao smiled very satisfied, and as soon as his mind moved, the sword rose, faster than Fang Cai's two swords, and Luoyang's sword was cut off before it moved.

"Come again!"

Luo Yang clenched his fists, and once again controlled the short sword, concentrating all the hidden swords in his heart to unsheath them.

Under the urging of the Chaos Blue Lotus Sword, the Heavenly Sword weighs more than 100,000 mountains, and wanting to use it at will is tantamount to ascending to the sky.

"I perceive it, before you could use this sword was nothing more than relying on the subtlety of the spell, it was a trick, now forget your spell, find a way to control it with your heart, the sword relies on the god, and the sword relies on the heart!"

Old man Cao preached seriously, Luoyang nodded, his mind moved, two sword lights moved at the same time, and the plain white short sword wrapped in a point of heavenly sword intent slashed through the void, and was easily shattered by Old Man Cao's sword again.

"Take your time, this sword is your sword, it's not your sword, at least now it's not exactly your sword. ”

Old man Cao once again condensed a sword for Luoyang, squinting at the sky, he was wrong, what Qi Tianxiang left behind was not a sword embryo but an incomparably sharp sword, this sword does not need to be sharpened, only need to teach Luoyang how to control and control.

On this side of the world, the master who is in charge of the sword has begun to practice the sword, and on the other side of the world, the apprentice who has just mastered the sword is practicing the sword.

The wind and snow drifted, Jiang Luo held the sheath wooden sword tightly, staring at the flying snow, thinking about the judgment in the jade talisman, the sword moved, and the sharp sword momentum slashed half through the air and stopped, this sword is not right, it is too slow.

"Come again!"

Jiang Luo muttered to himself, put the sword back into the sheath, drew the sword and cut it off, and put the sword back into the sheath......

The figure of hard work fell on the plain white snowfield, constantly repeating the drawing of the sword and the retraction of the sword.

Shen Hualian stood on the top of the mountain not far away, Xia Qixing was not beside her, and there was a hazy purple meaning in her eyes.

"Look at this sword momentum, this kid is practicing Luoyang's Heavenly Sword Dao Method, it's good......"

The sloppy Taoist said to the Heavenly Master, both of them can see what Shen Hualian saw, if this Jiang Luo is left alone, I am afraid that it will be the next Luoyang soon.

"Continue to kill, wait for the fire to be almost over and tie up the old road of Canghe, first catch the willow chicks, and then tie Jiang Luo, I don't believe it, how can Luoyang endure his temperament and not be moved. ”

The sloppy Taoist nodded yes, the grass ball he was pinching fell, looked at the chessboard, and fell stones without thinking, and the whole situation was very good.

At night, the moon hangs on the cornices, the plain white gauze is draped in the mountains, and the silence suddenly startles a sonorous sword groan, with the help of the endless mountain fire and the thunderous serial explosion.

Wei Wuru broke through the roof and rushed to the mountainside, his hands pressed weakly, the strong spiritual power annihilated the fireworks, the smoke billowed out, and the young disciples of the Ran Sect fell in the ruins, staring at their eyes, broken swords, and magic weapons of five lights scattered everywhere, as far as the eye could see, there was a bleak scene, and what they heard was full of wails.

The cold night veteran who held the dust in his hand took the lead, and rushed back and forth with the rest of the masters, and before he could make a sound, the roar rose before and after the sea of fire, and all the sects and factions sank into the abyss of blood and fire without falling.

"Luoyang, thief, I am inseparable from you!"

......

The roars of this kind of roar were incessant for a long time, the wind rose, the smell of burnt fire in the mountains was unusually pungent, the streamer outside the golden hall resisted the darkness, and in the hall, all the heads of the palace were furious, and there were several fingerprints on the armrests of the wooden chairs for the guests.

"The tiger also has a nap, we can't continue, Luoyang can afford to wait, we can't afford to wait, if people's hearts are scattered, I don't know how you are, I am shameless to face the ancestors!"

Confucian squinted his eyes, different from other masters, his expression was shocked, but the viciousness that flashed in his eyes from time to time betrayed his uncalm heart.

Suo Chengyan, like everyone who is doing it, hates to cramp Luoyang's skin.

"Cheng Yan has a clever plan?"

Wei Wuru, who was in the first place, finally opened his eyes, and the palm holding the armrest was released, uncontrollably emitting a little murderous intent, causing several five-qi cultivators in the hall to stand upside down.

Suo Chengyan tilted his head, looked around, sighed, and said quietly: "You are all famous and decent, so it's better for everyone not to get involved in this matter, I will find a way to force Luoyang out, and the rest will be handed over to you!"

"Say it!"

Wei Wuru stared at Suo Chengyan's face, and his words could not be refused.

Luoyang is not in this realm, they can't go to the demon realm, and the only thing that can force Luoyang out is Kunlun.

Everyone knows this, but everyone doesn't dare, if they anger Kunlun, even if they get revenge, they all have to be erased in the world, and they don't live until now, they don't want to die.

Suo Chengyan knows Wei Wuru's scruples, and he understands most of the indifferent emotions at the top, and he is used to linking everything to interests, and now chasing Luoyang is just because Luoyang has infringed on their interests.

"Kunlun recently accepted a disciple, named Liu Yan, she is a filial girl, I plan to use her master Canghe Lao Tao as a threat to force Liu Yan to go down the mountain......"

Sensing that the gaze on his body was becoming sharper, Suo Chengyan hurriedly omitted a few steps and directly stated all the questions about the top worries and doubts.

"I won't touch her, I will only make a hindrance from it, forge a letter to Luoyang's apprentice Jiang Luo, and after he goes down the mountain, he will be trapped in a maze, the situation is critical, Luoyang will never be a wall-by-side!"

The sound fell, and the hall fell into a long-lost silence, Wei Wuru squinted his eyes, his fingers tapped rhythmically on the armrest, and murderous intent gradually rose in his eyes.