The night is as cool as water, the deep palace is lit up, a group of guards are late, holding swords and soldiers, the dark iron shield flashes the streamer formation, and the hanging string arrows refract the brilliance, like a piece of broken stars, pointing to Luoyang from afar.

Commander Wang stepped forward with his knife and looked at the surrounding demon corpses, the blade continued to tremble, and his steps were indeed very firm.

"Immortal Chief, dare to ask where Your Majesty is?"

Feng Ling is safe and sound, in the safe haven arranged for her by Xu Ziyou, she will return tomorrow. ”

Looking at the questioning eyes of the king commander, Luoyang couldn't help but smile bitterly, looked up at the sky, and told his heart to the stars.

For thousands of years, the world has forgotten Kunlun, and has forgotten Kunlun's sword cultivation, and no one would question Kunlun's sword ......

The stars didn't understand the young man's thoughts, blinked slightly, causing the young man to smile and be relieved, and said secretly: "Okay, since it's all over, let's start again, go on step by step, one day, I will return to the era when the sword walker doesn't ask, when people will look forward to Kunlun's sword again, just like facing flames." ”

Commander Wang hesitated for a while, stepped forward, and was about to ask again, Luoyang Yujian rose, with the breeze and bright moon, with two or three questions, and fell to the Dongcheng Prime Minister's Mansion.

Feng Ling, as Xu Ziyou's pillow person, must know a lot, and Luoyang really has some questions to ask her first, such as the secret order to explore the valley, such as what is hidden in the imperial tomb and the secret realm, which can lead the Heavenly Palace, the demon clan and the mysterious force to covet it.

The breeze is pleasant, with doubts, Luoyang can't help but be distracted, when he returns to his senses, he is already in the pasture, quiet all around, the sound of insects disappears, the clouds and mist are all over the sky, and there are no stars or moons.

Nearly 100 ink marks are densely arranged in a large blank space, blocking the entire space into countless pieces, and the space between the lines is constantly shifting and changing, no matter how you move, as long as you are still between horizontal and vertical, you can only stand in place.

"It's a good means, sleepy but not killed, for fear of robbing Feng Ling!"

Luoyang smiled very angrily, held the heavenly sword in his hand, and the hidden potential of the spit was exhausted, the golden sword light slashed down in the air, and all the thick ink lines were broken into two sections, dissipating piecemeal, the space was hazy, and the fog dispersed, revealing the true face of Lushan.

The burly strong man sat in place, with clear lines around his body, bronze muscles like an axe split in copper, tiger eyes and thick eyebrows, and a hot fighting spirit, like a volcano about to erupt.

"Black and red striped long sword, white clothes, bundled hair, red phoenix eyes, short hair, you are Luoyang, right?"

Heavenly Sword hummed softly, as if he was very dissatisfied that the strong man didn't talk about himself, Luoyang couldn't help but smile, patted Heavenly Sword, and asked coldly: "I know that I dare to stop me, what kind of benefits can make you gamble your life?"

The strong man smiled but did not speak, slowly got up, opened his mouth and spit out a hot white gas, the bone joints rang continuously, like bursting beans, and the red light like a maple leaf rose all over his body, and he didn't see any movement, and his fist was already close.

Luoyang was startled, flashed to the side of the strong man, and before he could take out the sword, the other punch had already fallen, and the fist was dancing with red fireworks, just two punches, and a heat wave surged in the mountains, as if it was noon tomorrow.

The iron fist fell into the air, two or three ancient trees fell in response, one white and one black two streamers continued to chase and collide in the forest, the sword light continued to fall, and the fist also continued to fall, and the beautiful scenery was wronged and turned into a mess.

"Bright Sun!"

"Ling Xiao!"

The golden fireworks collided with the dazzling sword light, and the streamers scattered in all directions, and the embarrassing and heavy pressure of the field continued to sink downward, and the surrounding ancient trees and remnants of grass flew everywhere, either being chopped by the sword qi or annihilated by the fist.

The strength was exhausted, the two figures retreated at the same time, Luoyang turned his hand to put away the Sauvignon Blanc, hid the sword sideways, and the heavenly sword was silent.

A sword lives and dies, drawing a sword.

The strong man's palm is divided into yin and yang, and the fist is formed, the red streamer turns into gold, and the two or three stumps at his feet instantly vaporize.

The sword moved, Mingyao's white light tore apart the shadow, the strong man swung his fist and blasted away the sword drawing technique, smiled at Luoyang hideously, and the iron fist handed to his shoulder turned into a claw, and before he could get close to Luoyang's neck, a Mingyao sword light pressed down out of thin air, forcing the strong man to turn over and avoid it.

"Your eyes are not simple......"

"No, your sword is fast, I can't see your sword, but I can sense the deadly sharpness, your hidden swordsmanship has not been practiced at home, and the drawing of the sword is not meaningful, so it is impossible to cut me, let alone hurt me. ”

"If you are honest enough, you can change it to ......"

"In other words, you will definitely take advantage of the enemy's miscalculation to set a trap, please enter the urn, right?"

The strong man smiled, looked at the unsightly fields around him, gathered his momentum and got up, and then said: "We are not enemies, today I will try your sword, that's all, now I have tried, there will be a period later." ”

After saying that, the strong man left cleanly, and what he did was inexplicable, making Luoyang feel as if he was in a fog, everything was confusing, and he was rendered with mysterious colors.

Somewhere in the Six Realms, the forest sea is boundless, the shadow of the bear and the deer disappears from time to time, and a few rays of warm light fall on the colorful mushrooms, itching, making the petite and lovely things grow a little unconsciously.

The clear spring in the forest is rushing, from time to time there are fat fish jumping out of the water, fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy sitting cross-legged on the rocks by the stream, barefoot, long hair, the body is not burly, the text is weak, looking at the back can not be mistaken for a girl.

The clouds and mist moved lightly, a cicada chirped, and the strong man who had sneaked up Luoyang jumped out of the jungle, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and the iron fist of the sword in the sky went straight to the back of the young man's head, and the strong wind was violent, and he blew the young man's long hair before he entered three feet.

"Open the mountain!"

With a broken drink, the young man turned around and threw a punch, one large and one small iron fist slammed into one place, the air was full of fire, the stream was cut off, and two or three fat fish fell into the bushes on the edge of the case.

"This punch is not bad, come again!"

The strong man roared and threw another punch, I don't know the name of the fist, but it must have something to do with the thunder, after all, the condensed electric light on the fist is like a spear, and the sharp is terrifying.

The long-haired boy didn't dare to pick it up again, stomped his feet into the air, rolled over and landed behind the strong man, and raised his legs to sweep towards the two copper pillar-like legs.

Touch!

With a muffled sound, the long-haired young man frowned lightly, jumped back and stepped back, and his right leg was on tiptoe, and there was a heart-rending pain from time to time.

"Hahaha, boy, you can remember, this world is hard is true, hard is reasonable, as long as you are hard enough, all gods, demons and demons have to kneel in front of you and wag their tails and beg for mercy, why?

"Uncle Cao, you cheated, that's Tianmang, if it weren't for Tianmang, I'm definitely not the only one who hurts now!"

The long-haired boy pursed his lips disdainfully, complaining about his uncle's unscrupulousness, the right leg that had hurt his muscles and bones had healed, the muscles bulged, and the different muscles were perfectly spliced together, there was a kind of beauty that only a man could appreciate.

"If there is no Tianmang, if the enemy wants to kill you, will he suppress his own realm?"

"Then did you use Tianmang to fight him?"

"I used it, and I also used the Fighting Dragon Breath and the Autumn Cicada Sense. ”

"The result?"

The long-haired young man asked out loud, very curious about the best battle situation, which is related to how much he will be lazy in the future, he has to have a battle with Luoyang, there is no big house to live in, no father and mother are in pain, he has been hiding since he was a child, he can't eat enough and not warm, all of this is due to Luoyang.

Cao Ge sat down cross-legged, looked at the flowing clouds outside the sky, and talked softly, saying: "He has a very great sword, I can't keep him, he can't kill me, if you put it on the battlefield, it's five or five open, I can't control him, he can't control me, but his sword is sharp enough, it saves more effort than me to kill the enemy, in general, I am not as good as him!"

"In other words, he is far inferior to you alone, as long as I defeat you, I can defeat him!"

The long-haired young man's eyes burned with real fireworks, and he stepped out with a punch, blasting the bluestone under Cao Ge into pieces, and when he looked up, a big foot was rapidly enlarged, and the smell was tangy.

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

The long howl went straight into the sky, and the young man who was moving forward with a sword in the world suddenly stopped, rubbed his nose, sneezed twice, and had a feeling of being remembered, slightly missing, Nannuo's lovesick appearance flowed through his heart, and he couldn't help laughing and whispering, "Little woman, how long has it been since I became addicted to my husband and couldn't sleep at night?"

Before the words fell, three ancient vines suddenly popped out of the ground, shaped like a snake, dexterous like a cat, drawing a few inexplicable trajectories around Luoyang's legs, a towering ancient tree continued to be quiet, the rhizomes under the tree were like waves, and instantly appeared in front of Luoyang, and the iron fist the size of a hill blasted out, and the bright green lotus instantly shattered into a little streamer.

Luoyang flew out dozens of steps, and the half-cut thorn on his right leg spit out countless seeds, germinating in the air, spitting out a pale yellow flower mist.

"Biyou Wind Barrier, Disease!"

Luoyang simply closed his eyes, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, turned his hand to quote the talisman, scattered the pollen with the blue breeze, and swam around the body with a bright sword, squeezing the parasitic seeds in the skin and flesh and the poisonous gas inadvertently inhaled out of the body between breaths.

"Terran, ...... Out of Fengling, spare you from dying!"

The old tree stammered and spoke, Luoyang squinted his eyes, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at the old tree outlined in the thick ink in front of him, that line far exceeded any line he had ever met, and it was almost the same as the strong man in Fangcai, all of them were old guys in the Five Qi Realm.

"Relying on the old and selling the old, bullying the small with the big, it's really a shameless thing, I want to know where Feng Ling is?

The sound fell, more than 30 phantoms scattered out of thin air, disappeared in the mountains and fields between breaths, the remnants gradually dispersed, Luoyang just landed, a vine man broke out of the ground, the old tree teleported, opened and closed the mouth, and said angrily: "I caught up with you, tell me Feng Ling is there!"

Luoyang twitched the corners of his mouth, and before he could speak, a row of wooden thorns fell, like a torrential rain, Luoyang drew his sword and flirted up, annihilating the wooden thorns in the sky, and felt his body sink before he moved again, and the ground around him sank a few inches sharply, and the overwhelmed twigs fell back and forth, and they were all over the ground in a short time.