The night was short, and the breeze lifted the veil of light dotted with mottled starlight.

The east is translucent, and the beautiful morning light is close to the cold side face of the imperial city guards, depicting a golden picture in the dark iron armor.

There is a warm light precipitated between the small green leaves of the layers of smoke and willow, like the bright dreams of young children, and the white clouds float gently, changing their appearance from time to time, spending all their thoughts, leading the breeze to linger.

Jin Jiuling stood in front of the window of the library, as he had done countless times before, looking at the palace from afar, quietly, gently, not expecting, not conjecturing, waiting for the result that should have been achieved through hard work.

A little bright light swept through the flowing clouds, the palm-sized elf shook his wings, puffed out his cheeks, resisted the headwind, and flew close to the attic with difficulty, looked at the Jin Jiuling, looked at the empty pavilion, and gently compared with the palms of his hands, drawing the appearance of Luoyang with seven-color streamers.

Jin Jiuling was unmoved, staring at this strange creature, muttering for a long time, and said to the young man who was reading on the top of the building, "Luoyang, there is an inexplicable creature looking for you." ”

Luoyang raised his head impatiently, threw away the ink pen in his hand, looked at the nondescript sword and two or three crooked villains on the paper, and walked out of the room with the ancient book of kendo in his hand, and the bright starlight in the library was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, silently looking forward to the next meeting.

The window of Jin Jiuling is not far from the top floor, look at the small wooden house on the first floor, Luoyang strode down the smooth stairs, stared at the back of Jin Jiuling, and said curiously: "Who, is it still an inexplicable creature, funny?"

Jin Jiuling was silent, staring at the small blue thing in front of him, the small thing in the perception of divine consciousness was not life, it was like an emerald green leaf, full of endless vitality.

Unable to get a reply, Luoyang reluctantly approached the window, looked at the appearance of the elf, and before he could speak, the elf slowly held up his palm and summoned a bright mirror, which reflected the scene of Qianyang Mountain.

Qian Du raised his sword to attack, like a madman, Kong Zhou urged the talisman to resist the attack, while controlling the sword array to slowly press down, the corners of his mouth slowly flowed bright red, and his face was as pale as paper.

The bull-headed spirit revealed its small half of its body, and its body danced with a hazy light, confronting the golden lightsaber in the sky, and did not give in to each other.

The golden waves slapped on the shore and scattered into a thousand layers of snow.

The majestic mountain gradually could not withstand the impact, and continued to collapse, and two or three dead soldiers fell into Weishui with the mountain rocks, and were ruthlessly killed by resentful spirits......

"Luoyang, this is your last chance, hand over the Book of Heaven and join us, otherwise these hundreds of thousands of troops and more than 800,000 people behind the border gates of the two countries will all die in vain because of you!"

The hoarse voice echoed in front of the window, the light mirror dissipated, the elf shook his head, smiled softly at the two ugly faces, shook his wings, and disappeared into the sky with the wind.

Luoyang clenched his fists, squinted at the clouds in the sky, and was about to turn around and go upstairs but was stopped by Jin Jiuling.

"Obviously, it's a trap!"

"It's a trap, then I have to jump, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, more than 800,000 people, do you have a choice?"

"Have a nice trip, I ...... I'm here waiting for you to come back......"

Jin Jiuling pursed his lips, thinking of the several brothers who were sent away, their reasons for leaving were similar to those in Luoyang, each of them was a high-spirited and merry young man, but unfortunately they all fell into the misty smoke and rain of the world in the end and never came back.

"Don't worry, I'll be back, there are still a lot of books I haven't read, you give me a good look, don't let people touch my calligraphy and painting handbook." ”

Luoyang put the book back in its place, and the blazing window jumped out, and the sword rode the wind, turning into a plain white sword light and leaving away.

The chattering monarch in the golden hall was slightly silent, looked at the light outside the hall, and spoke again, talking about the recent arrangements, the joy of losing the talent in his eyebrows, and worrying about the rights and wrongs of the border.

Flying across the teleportation array, the sea of floating clouds was not clear, and tens of thousands of crossbow arrows fell in the air, like pouring summer rain, like stars falling.

Luoyang raised his sword eyebrows lightly, drew his sword and raised his sword, cut out a passage from the endless rain of arrows, lightly pulled the sword flower, glanced at the evil cultivator who swept out of the sea of clouds, frowned and roared, "A thought of flowers blooming!"

Thousands of green lotuses bloomed out of thin air, their sword aura was swirling, and a group of evil cultivators who were not afraid of death were killed before and after, and none of them survived.

The sloppy old man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the Heavenly Master who was leisurely fishing, and said, "Why don't we send some masters, how can this group of wastes stop Luoyang?"

The Heavenly Master chuckled and stroked his long white beard, looked at the flowing clouds in the sky, recalled the past, thought of the unparalleled old man, and said quietly: "There is a sentence in the book of human soldiers that I think is very good, it is called attacking the city and attacking the heart first, what if you stop Luoyang this time, he will remember this hatred, keep getting stronger, and keep increasing his strength to take revenge, our enemies are enough, if we can't kill him, I would rather his growth be slower." ”

"As long as the layout is done properly, we may not be able to kill him, no matter how strong he is, he is just a Grandmaster cultivator who hears the power of the Dao. ”

"You're wrong, you'd better not drive him to his death, if he really doesn't care about everything, it must be you who dies!"

"With his sword, that sword is indeed sharp enough, but it is not enough, it can't cut through my Dao realm. ”

"I won't lie to you, continue to prepare manpower, it's easy to kill one, it's easy to kill a hundred, then prepare him to kill 100,000, million, 10 million, I want to see if his hands will tremble!"

"Yes, I'm going to prepare manpower, I don't think I can use a million, and his sword heart is self-defeating. ”

"I hope so, you prepare well, if he kills madness, you go and try his sword, although it is not yet fully awakened, but it is enough for you to understand what the sword of heaven is. ”

As he spoke, the Heavenly Master narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but think of those eventful years, one person and one sword guarding the boundary gate, thousands of troops could not pass, if it wasn't for his pursuit of detachment and falling, how could that era end?

The sloppy old man nodded, fiddled with the jade talisman, mobilized people from various secret realms in the Six Realms, raised troops for a thousand days, and used them for a while, providing resources for this group of cultivators who did not have much potential and wanted to go further.

The sword light crossed the sky, Luoyang raised his sword to kill two or three cultivators who were hidden in the clouds, took out the talisman, and was about to pass on the sound with the senior brother, a supreme spell ran over, and turned the jade talisman in his hand into ashes.

"Mountains of flames!"

"Haoyue Killing Curse!"

Luoyang's mind was unsettled, and the sea of clouds also made waves, startling two edicts, triggering the vast spiritual light, and the heavenly beacon fire annihilated the flowing clouds, and Su Bai Yuehua cut through the void.

Under the cover of the talisman, the cultivator hiding in the clouds rose into the air, one harnessed the flying sword, the other took the light, changed the body shape, turned into a clone, and pinched the seal, not waiting for Luoyang to avoid the killing move, and the edict led the spirit.

"Demonic Fire Curse!"

"Brush the willow spell fire!"

"Cloud Silk Kills the Moon!"

"Frost Wind Spell!"

The four killing spells of the wind, moon, fire and evil filled the void, Luoyang didn't want to slow down and dodge, and raised his sword against the killing spell, and two or three plain white sword arcs slashed the spell, and the two murderous evil cultivators who didn't wait to get close were shattered by a violent streamer.

"Luoyang, let's make friends, you are a hero, I don't want to kill you!"

The handsome boy in brocade clothes stood on the fairy boat, seven or eight seal cannons and dense falling star crossbows were all over the boat, and the guards behind the battlements raised their heads from time to time, with a cruel smile and indifferent eyes, it was not the first time to do this.

"It's okay to make friends, don't get in the way!"

"That's not good, stop you and I can get a Shaoyin Cultivation Spirit Pill, I've been stuck in the Grandmaster Realm for three years, the gentleman has the beauty of an adult, you just need to put down the fairy sword, and we can all get what we want." ”

"You have got what you wanted, what should the millions of soldiers and civilians in the border area do? As a cultivator of the human race, can you let the evil spirits haunt you and repeat the tragedy of the Great Wei people who were inferior to animals?"

"Luoyang, they are just mortals, millions of people, more than ten years of recuperation is enough to recover. ”

The cultivator who controls the flying sword transmits the sound at the right time, isn't the Kunlun Sword Cultivator the sword walker just for the sake of fame? With them blocking the way, the owner of the Qian Zhuang Zhuang sent out the Xianzhou, which has already given Luoyang enough reputation, so stop it, and it will be good for both parties.

"It's just a million people...... It's a shame for what you said, it's human life, human life is at stake!"

Luo Yang smiled angrily, resolutely raised the Heavenly Sword, and a line of sword light flipped through the clouds, dissipating invisibly after cutting off the heads of the two people.

"Don't go, you come back for me, you come back for me!"

Qian Peng jumped to his feet and shouted, squinting his eyes, looking around at the empty sea of clouds, his expression gradually calmed down, he was silent for a moment, evoked a crazy smile, stared at the port under the fairy boat, his eyes were gloomy, and said: "Don't you want to save people? I'll see what you can save! Give me ......."

As the words were finished, the magic sword passed through his chest, and Qian Peng lowered his head, as if he saw the flowers blooming on the other side.