The birds outside the window were frightened, and the melodious tune in the wind was also chaotic, Luoyang squinted his eyes, hooked the corners of his lips to sit down at the table, stared at the boiling spring water on the stove, smelled the faint fragrance of tea, and filled his heart with expectation.

This dragon spring is famous far and wide, what about the tea brewed?

After drinking tea, you can still talk about the height of the sword, if you can survive, you can buy several jars of old wine, invite the moon to the shadow, get drunk with the wind, sleep with the stars, so unhappy.

"You have two choices about today's encounter......"

Flushing, the curly tea indulges in stretching the body, the hidden fragrance is all dispersed, the Jade Emperor pours two cups of tea, one cup is placed in front of Luoyang, squinting his eyes, and he is also looking forward to Luoyang's choice.

Is it to give up one person to all Kunlun or to give up Kunlun and all to one person.

This choice Qi Tianxiang has also faced, he chose it badly, and they all said that the blue is better than the blue, and Luoyang should be stronger than Qi Tianxiang.

"Your Majesty is still as domineering as ever, but ......"

Luo Yang took the teacup, stared at the Jade Emperor's eyes, paused, and said coldly: "You may have forgotten, this is not the Heavenly Palace, it is the world, when will it be your turn to point fingers?"

The sound fell, two golden glows collided in one place, the cup and plate were broken, Luoyang carefully protected the cup of tea, regardless of the hot temperature, drank the cup as much as possible, reached out and held the forgotten four, and grabbed a stab before the Jade Emperor made a move.

It is indeed better than the blue, this thorn is far more than the sword, it is extremely streamlined, and it heals the wind quickly.

Such a fast sword still missed, the sword qi was agitated, the house was full of messes, Luoyang smelled the tea and moved, smiled more easily, and the sword swayed.

On the nine heavens, the Jade Emperor stepped on the clouds and stood with his hands in his hands, saw Luoyang flying close, gathered the clouds as a sword, moved by the wind, and flashed a hundred steps away, falling like a meteor.

Luoyang took half a step back, exchanged space for time, raised his sword sideways, and smashed the clouds, before he could breathe lightly, dozens of sword lights fell like drizzle, and the Jade Emperor stood quietly in place, his robe fluttering, and the interesting smile made people angry.

"Listen to Thunder!"

"Break the tide!"

The heart fire burned the sword intent, and the spirit urged the sword to move, only to see the forgetting four consecutive slashes, the faint blue electric light shattered the sword rain, and the rolling clouds and waves confused the perception, and hid the deadly tide breaking sword behind him.

Not only hide the sword in the heart, but also hide the sword in all things, this is Luoyang's new perception of Tibetan swordsmanship.

The Jade Emperor smiled, as if he saw the elders who liked his juniors, stepping with his hands in his hands, giving birth to colorful light outside his body, the wind rose, the nine dragons took off, and the scales and claws were raised, and the dragon went out to sea with the momentum of the dragon, tearing the cloud waves and the sword light of the broken tide to pieces.

I don't know where the sound of the waves came, and the golden points of light like fireflies passed through the clouds and mist, and gathered on the forgotten four one after another, and the sword was shining, straight into the sky.

The vision behind Luoyang is condensed, the stars shine on the abyss, the thousand lotus rides the waves, the bright moon is in the sky, and the sword soars more than three times, beating and burning.

The sword fell, the sky was instantly filled with fireworks, and the people in the city raised their heads, it was a sword, but they saw countless landscapes, sweet and sour, all red dust.

Canglong was crushed, the sky was cloudless, only a golden storm was left across the north and south, the sonorous sword roared like thunder, the fireworks dispersed, the Jade Emperor held the broken sword, his clothes were broken, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Fireworks...... Very nice sword. ”

Gently praised, the sound fell, the Jade Emperor had already appeared beside Luoyang, beaming light as a sword, imitating Luoyang's sword, faster, simpler, making people trance, forgetting the sky, only remembering this thorn.

Thinking of the sword, as the sword fell, the confusion disappeared, Luoyang's eyes gradually became firm, mentioning the forgotten four, recalling the movements of the black-robed man, tentatively, emulating, the sword out, and the battle!

The tip of the sword was precisely pointed on the blade of the sword, the golden streamer exploded, the void trembled, Luoyang flew out dozens of steps, raised his hand to cover the corner of his lips, silently extinguished the bloodstains, looked at the Jade Emperor, and smiled proudly.

The already broken sword turned into ashes, and the entire right arm was exposed to the wind, the robe was wiped out at shoulder length, and the golden blood flowed from the arm, gradually gathering on the fingertips, and before it could drip and be evaporated by the divine light.

"Are you still fighting?"

Luoyang raised his head, pulled a sword flower, the wind and clouds swirled, and the whirlpool dotted with golden light covered the small city, swallowing endless spiritual energy.

The sharp sword intent surged again, the Jade Emperor chuckled and shook his right hand, shook his head, glanced at the Xiao family, and said, "Don't worry, the victory or defeat will be left until the fifteenth of this month, at that time, you will live or die!"

"I'll wait for you. ”

With a long roar, he put away the forgotten four, Luoyang chuckled and fell into the small city, like a triumphant general, he didn't look at the Jade Emperor much, and he thought in his heart that the black-robed man who didn't know the origin.

He seems to have expected that there will be today, whether it is the start of the battle or the stopping, he has not hidden it, and he is there openly, waiting for Luoyang to learn.

Is he a Master?

Luoyang couldn't figure it out, threw a spirit stone to the tea boss, turned around and walked into the restaurant, and climbed to the top of the building under the gaze of the hero.

The stunned shopkeeper walked quickly to the wine shelf, was about to reach out to take the old wine was pulled by the shopkeeper, whispered a few words, walked upstairs quickly, turned back after a while, carried a shovel to the back hall, and walked upstairs quickly with a large jar of old wine that made people drool.

That's at least a thousand years of spirit wine, and it has no price!

After a while, the aroma of wine came, and on the streets of the hall, the scholars who were drinking tea next door swallowed their saliva together, looked at the young man near the window, and looked at him with a big bowl, a big bowl of pleasure.

Happy?

Luoyang really doesn't know, although he won the Jade Emperor's half move, but he is still not sure about the sword of the fifteenth, there is still a formation buried in Xianyang City, and all forces tacitly regard Han Di as nothing, spring is still early, and winter has not yet arrived......

The black-robed man, the red-eyed Lu Teng, the disappeared Li family, the unknown mission, the same trivial matters haunt the heart, wine is the same as the night, it is the most outstanding flavoring, and it is even more sorrowful when you are worried, and you can't get drunk or relieve your sorrows.

The last drop of wine into his stomach, Luoyang leaned on the back of the chair drunkenly, waved his hand to close the window, did not be quiet for a moment, the sound of hurried footsteps approached, and the four figures fell on the door, two old and two young, the leader coughed lightly, "Old man Xiao Zhengcun." ”

The heroic cultivator downstairs smiled, curiously perceiving the upstairs, dissipating three points of alcohol, curious how Luoyang would reply.

A hundred-year-old Sanhua cultivator plans to ask Luoyang to open the door for him by name, just because he is the patriarch of the Xiao family?

"Get out!"

Unexpectedly, the sound of scolding came, Xiao Zhengcun's face changed, and he said coldly: "The old man Xiao Zhengcun is the elder of the Xiao family, and the place where you stand exists because of the Xiao family!"

The sound fell, the sound of the seat moving sounded, the door opened, Luoyang smiled at Xiao Zhengcun with drunkenness, and fell with a punch, beating the three flowers to wither.

The other clan elder raised his palm, and before he could shout angrily, he was knocked down by a punch, lying on the ground, covering his chest and the corners of his eyes.

As for Xiao Ying'er's two cousins, they had already been fixed by the Fixing Shadow Sword, and when they saw the two old ancestors being defeated, the rebelliousness in their eyes turned into fear, and they didn't want to look at Luoyang, but they couldn't move their eyes, so they could only watch the demon king approach.

"Come, tell me what you're here for?"

"We ......"

Xu was surprised to be able to speak, but the young man who spoke paused slightly, looked away, and was about to continue to speak, when he heard an angry roar.

"Look at me, what are you doing here?"

The young man took a step back, looked up at Luoyang, his palms trembled, and the two clan elders hugged Luoyang's calves at the same time, and said coldly: "Do it!"

The sound fell, the young man took out a packet of medicinal powder, and before his body was fixed again, he watched Luoyang kick the two clan elders away, and took the medicinal powder in his hand.

"If someone gives it to you, say it and you can save a ......"

"It's Grandpa Zhengcun!"

The young man spoke, but the powder fell on another old man, and the wail was piercing, emitting a foul smell.

"Grandpa!"

"Take him with him, whether you can live to see if your hearts are dark enough. ”

Luoyang waved his hand, turned around and walked into the private room, waved his hand to the wine jar, closed the door, opened the formation, and poured himself a drink, but there was no smile on the corner of his mouth, because that heroic brother was not worth it.

The Xiao family is not worthy of Xiao Fan, and neither is this world!

The stars are sparse and the moon is cold, the streets are silent, Luoyang sobers up, turns over and falls to the street, shaking his head, waiting for the group of uninvited guests.

The lights are approaching, Xiao Zhengcun is in the lead, wearing sackcloth, behind him are hundreds of children of the Xiao family, all dressed in linen and wearing filial piety, take a closer look, there is no poisoned young man.

"Luoyang, kill to pay for your life, you have to die tonight!"

Luoyang took a step forward, his sword intent lit up the sky, and he looked at the people, "With you?"

Hundreds of Xiao family disciples retreated at the same time, the magic weapon talisman lit up a large piece, Xiao Zhengcun also clenched the blade in his hand, thinking of the elite of the Xiao family, he was determined in his heart, and said loudly: "Don't talk about human feelings, don't follow the rules and etiquette, you know that you are a Kunlun disciple, I don't know, I think you are a crooked demon......"

The figure flashed instantly, Luoyang appeared beside Xiao Zhengcun, holding the wooden sword on his shoulder, and said coldly: "Why don't you say it? Repeat it to me again." ”

The murderous aura rose up, the faces of the heroes who were watching changed greatly, Xiao Zhengcun opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, the young man on his side rose into the air, knocked down several people, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Here, repeat to me. ”

Luo Yang said softly, his palm was slightly forced, and the wooden sword was shining brightly, pressing Xiao Zhengcun to kneel down a little.

"Aren't you eloquent, why don't you say it?"

"Luo, Luoyang, don't bully ......"

"What?" Luoyang raised his eyebrows, and Xiao Zhengcun's neck instantly broke a bloody mouth, which was not fatal but very painful, "This is how Xiao Ying'er feels, who are you and me who deceive people too much?"

Xiao Zhengcun was silent, no matter how close the wooden sword was, the coldness of death instantly eroded his body, and when he looked up at Luoyang, he was speechless for a long time.

"Get out of here, this is my business with this old thief, what does it have to do with you?"

Luoyang withdrew the wooden sword and stepped forward, the three-color sword light flashed out of thin air, leaving a shallow wound on everyone's neck.

I don't know who fled first, all the teenagers dispersed, the sound of small footsteps caused several dogs to bark, and when everyone walked away, Luoyang put away the sword and returned to the sheath, "Without Xiao Ying'er, there will be no Xiao family, right?"

"Not bad. ”

"If it's good, why do you want to harm her, for the sake of money? Say it, you can not die. ”

Xiao Zhengcun lowered his head, was silent for a long time, and said: "The Xiao family has a secret, and the secret related to the unification of the world is only ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Zhengcun tilted his head and fell on the street, bleeding from his seven orifices, turning into blood in a moment.

A distant black shadow fell into the street, and Luoyang jumped into the air, much faster than the assassin, but when he chased into the alley, he found that the assassin had disappeared, and the corner of the wall was painted with plums, which was lifelike.

"The ...... of the Emperor's Internal Guard"

Luoyang narrowed his eyes, watched the plum disappear little by little under the moon, and turned to look at the Xiao family.

The moon is near the mountains, the sky is hazy, everything is hidden there, everything is confusing.