The leaves fell into the mirror lake, the ripples were rippling layer by layer, the empty hook moved slightly, the eyes of the Heavenly Master suddenly opened, and through the overlapping space, he glanced at the Son of Heaven who was in a bitter struggle, and the central god looked at the majestic sword arc that crossed the sky.

This sword is very strong, but it is completely different from the previous Heavenly Sword, and there are things in it that the Heavenly Master can't understand.

That thing seems to be familiar, the heavenly master has not yet figured out the source, and the next sword suddenly broke through the sea of clouds for hundreds of miles, connecting the heavens and the earth, and the momentum is like the tide of the sky and the sea, unstoppable.

The down-and-out beggar who played with the clouds and waves in the void moved more than a dozen steps out of thin air, avoiding the sword light lightly, letting his long gray hair dance in the wind, his eyes dancing with electric arcs, and the corners of his mouth outlined an interested sneer.

"Such a domineering sword intent, such a novel sword technique, it is worthy of being the queen of Qi Tian!"

"Thank you for the praise, the younger generation has the courage to ask the seniors to get out of the way, the green mountains do not change the color, and it is better to have a good fate than many enemies. ”

"Hmph, you junior is full of rivers and lakes, let me ask you, have you never seen a sword and a flag that robbed the road when you walked in the world?

"So much offense, please look at the swordsmanship!"

The sound fell, Luoyang raised his sword and slashed lightly, and the sword fell like a weight, and 39,000 golden aurora lights hung in the clouds, shining like stars.

The clouds move, a thought of flowers blooming, 39,000 pure lotus wrapped around the empty air filled every corner of the sea of clouds, the fine sword chant gradually pierced, in the sonorous sound, the hidden sword in the lotus showed its sharpness, and the sea of clouds was illuminated by the cold and cold beard, and the purple lightning thunder competed against each other, and was evenly divided.

The down-and-out beggar narrowed his eyes, facing the sea of clouds and green lotus, the magnificent scene of the green lotus hiding ten thousand swords looked up to the sky and laughed, the long white hair with his temples dancing in the wind stopped leisurely, his heart moved slightly, and he was covered with purple rhyme from head to toe, and the spiritual power at the peak of the five qi realms surged out from the sea of qi.

The terrifying electric light beating in the sea of clouds was several times more complicated, and every thunderbolt that was surging was even more violent, and the noble purple gradually suppressed the plain white light cold.

Luoyang was forced to take a few steps back, took a deep breath, floated a palm-sized golden lotus on his shoulders and on the top of his head, pinched the sword seal, closed his eyes, and quietly stepped through the gate of heaven and stepped into the long-lost sea of knowledge.

The silent night is dotted with more than a dozen rare stars, nine of which are the most dazzling, the tide rises and falls, and the green lotus swallows and breathes, shaking the stamens, as if welcoming Luoyang.

Luoyang smiled and stepped across the waves, passed through the green lotus, stood still in front of the black-clothed Luoyang, looked up and smiled at the starry deep night sky, and said softly: "Don't hide, let it all out." ”

The black-clothed Luoyang opened his eyes and was silent for a long time, like a forgotten hermit who had lived in the mountains and wilderness for a long time, and he had to think carefully before he could think of how to choose words and make sentences.

Luoyang was not in a hurry, smiling with sunshine and waiting patiently.

The beggar's thunder is very strong, and his sword is not weak, although he can't grab the upper hand, he is not a problem with such a stalemate.

"Are you sure? There are many, many swords this time......

The black-clothed Luoyang opened his mouth and spoke softly, with a few wisps of extremely sharp sword light in his eyes, and hurriedly closed his mouth, turned his hands over, the meridian seal turned into a grasp, and gradually pressed down the sword light in his eyes, his sword eyebrows tightened slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

"How much is a lot?"

"More than three thousand!"

"Well said, no problem. ”

Luoyang nodded, chuckled and stepped back, leaving enough space for the black-clothed Luoyang.

There are a lot of hidden swords, but they are much less than he guessed, you must know that since the moment the sky was sealed on the star dome, the black-clothed Luoyang has been silent, and there is no hidden sword out of the sheath in the bright moon under the sea, counting the time, more than 3,000 swords are considered to be less.

The black-clothed Luoyang smiled with relief, took a deep breath, the sword light in his eyes shone, and his left hand pointed at the sword.

"Up!"

The sound fell, the dazzling sword light swayed, the nine-colored brilliance rendered the sea of knowledge, the dead stars came to life, the glow was shining, the moon rose tomorrow, and the nine stars that sealed the sky quietly extinguished two.

"If we are strong, he will be strong, Su Ri will save more sword hearts, and Changqing Lingtai will be inch, I don't want to enter reincarnation again, it's been too long, and I'm a little tired. ”

"Good. ”

Luoyang pinched the sword fingers in his hand, his palms trembled constantly, and bright light flashed in his eyes from time to time, and the sharpness appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The light cold in the sea of clouds collapsed inexplicably, and Ziyun took advantage of the situation to spread wildly, compressing and devouring, pressing the plain white glow on Luoyang's body, which was still hysterical and crazy.

"I thought that what a great ability was, it was a small boat in the wind and rain, far from it!"

The beggar smiled bitterly in disappointment, sat cross-legged in the clouds, looked at his nose and his nose, looked at his heart, pinched the word "Lin" in his hand, and patiently eroded the bright glow.

Even if the sword cultivation is good, it is a sword sword cultivation after all, this last three-foot sword intent is not strong, it cannot be said that it is not strong, but as long as it is broken here, Luoyang will inevitably break the sword here!

The smug purple lightning pierced through the ink clouds, the void thundered, and the bright glow that illuminated the long steps of the mountain bluestone was gradually swallowed up by the darkness.

The black-robed guest stared at the little mute, and raised the fairy sword when the light completely dissipated.

The sword moved, formless, soundless, and colorless, and in a trance, a little bright cold light appeared in front of the little mute's eyes.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, love and hatred, everything that should be, everything.

This is a sword, and it is also seven emotions and six desires.

In the face of this sword, the little mute seems to be a monk of Lingshan, the square inch Lingtai is as clear as a mirror, the bottom of his eyes is clear, his body moves slightly, and he just rightly avoids the three-foot Qingfeng, lifts the wooden sword, and the bright light is instantaneous, forcing the black-robed guest to retreat.

The mountains fell silent again, the hood mask obscured the black-robed guest's face, but the trembling blade in his palm revealed his uncalm sword heart.

The love sword cuts his heart, and the black-robed guest sees what he sees in the sword of the little mute is only clear to himself, such as the warmth and coldness of the world, he can't say it, he can't write it clearly, others don't care, he only knows himself.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore!" fifth

"Your sword is very unusual, report it!"

The black-robed guest raised his head and stared at the little mute, this kind of love sword is never passed on, it only belongs to Yunfeng Peak, and the person in front of him must be a substitute!

"Lin Mu. ”

The little mute replied with a smile, this is his big name, little mute, little deaf, little blind, little fool...... It's all his nickname.

This is something that cannot be helped, in order to practice the wisdom sword, you can only open your mouth and keep silent, turn a deaf ear, turn a blind eye, and be wise and foolish.

"Lin Mu ......"

Whispering Lin Mu's name, the cold light folded by the fairy sword passed through the jungle, this sword was not a love sword, it was a sword drawing technique, and it was full of the intent of killing Lin Mu.

This sword is very exciting, like a gorgeous mountain flower in summer, Lin Mu slowly squinted his eyes, took a step back, exchanged space for time, raised the wooden sword, and just the right point on the body of the fairy sword that was cut horizontally.

Jin Ge's voice exploded, and even the protective wooden sword with sword intent could not withstand such a strong force, shattering into powder, and gradually moving away with the breeze.

The black-robed guest calmly fell on the stone steps, and the fairy sword trembled again, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Please!"

Lin Mu took out a wooden sword again, probed his hand and led it to the void, seeing that the black-robed guest did not move and launched an attack brazenly, the wooden sword and the fairy sword collided together out of thin air, and the sound of Jin Ge, which had just dissipated, rose again, and the wooden sword collapsed into powder again.

The black-robed guest took a few steps back in a row to stabilize his figure, his left hand grabbed the wrist of his right hand, and the fairy sword still couldn't stop trembling.

"Please!"

Still the familiar sound of inviting battle, Lin Mu took out a wooden sword again, stood on the stone steps, condescending, and did not hide his killing intent.

A flash of purple lightning swept through the void, followed by a roaring thunder, the black-robed guest took a deep breath, handed the fairy sword to his left hand, and thought about the little mute sword, intending to learn it.

That sword is very strange, but it is not difficult to see the structure clearly when dismantled in detail, with the wisdom sword as the root, the love sword as the change, and the sword as the bone, this is everything about that sword.

Airplanes!

The sound of the sword interrupted the black-robed guest's deep thought, and when he looked up, the wooden sword easily cut through the night, with a raging anger, as fast as thunder.

This sword is very familiar to the black-robed guest, this is his sword, and he is not the only one who wants to return the favor with his own way.

"Fake drunk!"

Love is bitter and drunk, fake drunk and exquisite.

Lin Mu didn't have the grasp of taking this sword, and the wooden sword he cut out was leisurely withdrawn, dexterous like a butterfly in a flower, and the sword pursued by the sword of the black-robed guest was three points faster, not wanting to give Lin Mu a chance to fight back.

Hui Jian slashed away the meaning of love, and after the wooden sword picked up the fairy sword, it turned into powder again, and the two of them each stepped back, looking at each other from a distance through a dozen bluestone steps.

"Red Bean Acacia Sword, Linglong Soul Sword, these two swordsmanship are all secret swords of Yunfeng, how did he learn it?"

Wu Chen stared at the black-robed guest on the mountain road, very curious about the face of the black-robed Lushan, and had a conjecture in his heart, wanting to say it but not daring to say it.

Li Qinyue looked at Senior Brother's appearance, sighed lightly, and asked, "Do you feel that he is the child of Senior Uncle Shen?"

"Yes, those who can touch the secret sword of the Red Bean Acacia Sword and the Linglong Soul Sword, who can understand Kunlun swordsmanship so well, are the only ones who can split Luoyang's sword drawing technique with a few glances!"

"It's bad, if it's Shen Ci in front of you, then will it really be ...... on Feiyu Peak?"

Li Qinyue's black and white chess jumping between his fingers suddenly slammed, and these two nails were firmly nailed to Kunlun's heart, and they would lose if they were pulled, and they would lose if they were not pulled.

"Qin Yue, you are in love, the people of Kunlun Mountain have never lived for one person, whether that person is father or mother, friend or enemy, love and hate, if you live for one person, don't enter this door!"

"That's the case, but those tragedies in the past can be remedied, and everything has a chance to start all over again, as long as it is ......"

"We don't have time, no one gives us time, the past is the past, and the tragedy is also a tragedy to be made up, don't forget, what are we?"

"We were the only torch ...... on a rainy night"

"That's right, we are the only torch in the rainy night, illuminating the road ahead, silently being drowned by the wind and rain is their fate, and it is also our fate!"

"Two families and thousands of households, me and us, him and them, do we need to choose?"

Wu Chen clenched his fists, staring at the black-robed guest, with the hysterical wail of Uncle Shen kneeling in the blood-colored rain in his ears, and the lonely back of Uncle Qi folding his sword and descending the mountain in front of him......

The last question is not so much asking Li Qinyue as telling himself.

Fighting for the sword and dying for the sword, from the moment you hold the sword, only the liquor can enter the throat, and the only thing that can enter the ears is the sad song.

Li Qinyue felt a little depressed and looked up at the sky.

The stars and the moon have lost their glow, and it has been dark for a long, long time, which is a good thing, the darker the day, the closer the dawn is.

When the fiery morning sun rises, all the torches will be extinguished.

On the top of the mountain, everyone yearns for the light, and at that time, as long as a few people can look back at the torch that silently watches over them along the way, it is enough.