Hook the moon on the west building, the glass frost cold.

Seven or eight stars faded into clouds, the sword of the Yue Nu moved, and the plain white streamer swept across the sky, scattering into a little light.

Song Zidie gently sniffed Jiang Luo's blood, couldn't help but squint her beautiful blue eyes, the corners of her lips outlined and chuckled, and asked softly: "Your current sword is still far behind, I need a stronger swordsman, is there any comprehension of the existence of sword power in this mountain?"

Jiang Luo was silent, smiling and tearing off the hem of his clothes, wrapping the Qiushui Sword in his hand, raising the sword with both hands, staring at Song Zidie, like a wounded beast, he was fierce and unwilling to bow his head and admit defeat.

This is Feiyun Palace, the master has not been defeated, the master has not been defeated, and he cannot be defeated, as long as he still holds the sword, there is no reason to bow his head, as long as he still holds the sword, there is no reason to admit defeat.

"I'd rather die than retreat, it's worthy of you, it's much stronger than those pustules just now, it's a bit like a sword cultivator, although it's only a little. ”

Song Zidie couldn't help but smile, didn't take Jiang Luo's ferocity in her heart, raised her hand, used her thumb and eater to draw a small gap, and took advantage of Jiang Luo's angry eyes to move forward, waving her sword scabbard, wanting to knock this stubborn young man unconscious.

Jiang Luo raised his hand to parry, the sword scabbard burst out in his arm with a muffled sound, the young man roared in pain, took a big step forward, reached out and held Song Zidie's lotus arm, raised the sword and stabbed forward, Qiushui was like a golden dragon in the air, and stopped in front of Song Zidie's eyebrows after crashing into the Yue Nu sword, failing to fall completely.

"Why don't you stab it, are you afraid?

"Who are you, get out of the body of Senior Sister Purple Butterfly immediately!"

The autumn water sword hanging in front of Song Zidie's eyebrows trembled gently, and the cold light fell into the eyes of the Yiren, like the rippling light of the mirror lake under the moon.

Song Zidie calmly staggered the Qiushui Sword, approached Jiang Luo, suddenly smiled, smiled skillfully, and captivated the country and the city, like a jar of old wine, which was intoxicating.

"I am her in the past, she is who I am now, we are both Song Zidie and Yue Nu. ”

"Yue Nu?" Jiang Luo narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips dripped, and just about to say more, Song Zidie raised his palm, gently helped him wipe the bright red from the corners of his lips, and patiently explained: "This is the inheritance of the law that every generation of Yue women must go through, take me to find the master who passed on your sword, otherwise we will die, you don't want us to have anything to do, right?"

The Qiushui Sword slowly hung down, Jiang Luo gritted his teeth, and led Yue Nu and Liu Ziqian to the top of Kunlun Mountain, Master and Master Niang will probably be here, the moonlight there is very beautiful, but unfortunately Kunlun is not destined to be calm tonight.

An old horse, an old car, the sleepy-eyed sword cultivator waved the horsewhip at will, and the energetic scholar was dressed in mink, borrowing the brilliance of the pearl, holding a history book and reading it was extraordinarily fascinating.

The chariots and horses gradually entered the deep forest, the green leaves were rustling, the nighthawks were crying softly, several sleeping birds were suddenly startled, and seven or eight black-clothed cultivators flew down from the forest, without saying a word, throwing five-colored medicinal powder with one hand, raising a repeater with the other, and frantically pulling the reed.

The crossbow arrows carved the magic arrays were different, the Xunfeng wind was shining, the frost and flames lit up the night sky, and the front and back attacked the carriage, Fan Yinghou was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes, but his expression was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest fear, and he didn't put the life-threatening crossbow arrows in his heart at all.

Jian Xiu yawned as if he had just woken up, and his sword fingers were lightly swiped, but he didn't see the fairy sword out of its sheath, but there were countless cyan sword qi across the void, dispelling the poisonous mist and cutting off the sky.

"It's dark and dark, rats, you dogs, that bastard sent you, Da Chu, Da Qi, or Yan Zhao?"

As he spoke, Kong Zhou yawned several times in a row, looking at the black-clothed cultivator clinging to the branches like an ape, sleepy-eyed and unable to lift his spirit.

"Kill!"

A roar sounded in the deep forest, and the black-clothed cultivator who instantly slashed the Qin general soared into the air, and between the swings of the sword, the stars rippled around his body, and the eight-armed evil god star appeared out of thin air, and the black and purple electric light merged into the cultivator's sword qi, and the already fast long sword was faster and heavier.

Fan Yinghou tugged at his shoulders, turned the pages lightly, Kong Zhou smiled lightly, the three flowers broke out of the body, quietly blooming, and the three bright flowers shook gently, shining the deep forest to the slightest.

"Three stacks of evil sword formations, up!"

The edict sounded, the invisible fairy sword on the night sky moved quietly, the golden flame between the flowers turned into three thousand light swords, swaying up, falling into the clouds, four plates unfolded, eight doors and nine palaces encompassed the entire mountain forest, the sword chant like rolling thunder, the sword was like a flash, waiting for the dazzling glow to disperse into the night sky, the entire mountain forest was thought to be flat.

"A bunch of stinky shit, what a beautiful night, annoying!"

Kong Zhou restrained the old horse dissatisfied, flew out of the car, took out a handful of seeds from his pocket, threw them into the forest, sacrificed dozens of talismans, took a deep breath, and issued an edict: "Spring breeze and rain, disease!"

"Dead wood in spring, sickness!"

"Houtu is pregnant, disease!"

......

Fu light soaked the mountains and forests, Kong Zhou gently wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead, looked at the gradually towering saplings, flew into the car, let out a light roar, the old horse lazily took another step, went to the green mountain, and looked at the river valley.

The old horse stopped, the sword qi slashed through the deep valley, the gray cloud-like mist dispersed leisurely, and the sound of ghost cries shook Qiongxiao.

Kong Zhou, who was hanging a child, suddenly changed his expression, there was no sleepiness on his face, his sword pointed and changed, seducing the spiritual power to re-block the broken fog, condescendingly looking at the gray mist, his voice was solemn, and said: "Old Fan, we are in big trouble!"

Fan Yinghou put down the scroll, looked at the cliff in front of him, looked around at the feng shui, took out the compass from the package, looked carefully for a while, and then said softly: "Withdraw, this place is not suitable for a long time!"

Kong Zhou nodded, turned the head of the car, and pointed his sword at the old horse's buttocks, and the old horse who was in pain ran wildly, and the mountains and rivers flew back, and it didn't take long for him to go out of the mountains and forests and return to the border of Qin.

"When the tiger was found, they all turned into resentful spirits...... Can the academy solve this problem?"

Fan Yinghou was a little unconfident, the six countries each relied on gods, demons and demons, and the academy and the master were the only reliance of the Qin State.

Kong Zhou shook his head, encouraged his spiritual power to float the carriage, and took a few wind talismans out of thin air, and the old horse walked in the air, drooping his eyelids, as if he had long been accustomed to everything.

"It's enough, the academy is a place for teaching and educating people, and it's not a place for swordsmen and warriors, you can't ask those Confucian students to cook for you. ”

"So where is Mr. Kong going? Xianmeng and we are not all the way, if the matter is not as big as imagined, we will only cause countless troubles, after all, Xianmeng has always wanted to enter the Qin State but can't. ”

"Lao Fan, you are confused, Kunlun is over, how sharp is the fairy sword of Zangfeng for nearly a thousand years, no matter what others think, anyway, I am looking forward to it. ”

Fan Yinghou was stunned, then nodded with a chuckle, and raised the history book again, reading it with relish, dedicated to the matter, there is indeed no more suitable choice than Kunlun Sword Immortal in this matter.

The young monarch put down the pen in his hand, folded the last volume, looked up at His Royal Highness's kneeling ministers, and asked knowingly, "Aiqing has been kneeling from Mao Shi to now, not eating or drinking, what's the matter?"

The old minister in cloth raised his head, took a deep breath, and asked the palace Mingjun in a loud voice, "The minister asks the king, the great rivers and mountains, which is more important in your heart?"

"Aiqing, don't say much, this matter has a definite number in the hearts of the widows, step down!"

"Your Majesty......!"

The old minister bowed his head again, and before he could say anything, King Qi suddenly got up and roared: "I said, retreat!"

The old minister closed his old eyes, smiled bitterly, got up and crashed into the golden pillar in the corner of the palace, the monarch is a minister, not a monarch is not a minister, the monarch is heavy on the country, and those who are ministers should be admonished to death.

"Old Han!"

The furious King Qi panicked, and just wanted to save people, a black shadow swept into the hall, raised his foot and kicked the stumbling old minister over, and pressed him to the ground with a quick movement, his brocade clothes were solemn, and his face was smiling.

"Don't worry, my king, there are ministers, there are ministers. ”

The old man Futai stroked his long white beard with a smile, and held down the old minister of Han Xing, his eyebrows and eyes were full of ease and calmness.

Old man Han also made this move, he had been on guard for a long time.

King Qi let out a sigh of relief, and before he could speak, the old minister surnamed Han who was pressed to the ground squinted at the prime minister of Jinyi, and scolded: "Situ Tan, you are a son of a bastard who eats the monarch but doesn't know how to share the worries of the king, you are a turtle king bastard who has received the holy favor but is not loyal to the king, you are the minister of a country and does not advise the king, the flies camp the dogs, the big right and wrong, you are afraid of power in front of you, you pig and dog ......"

The corners of Situ Tan's mouth twitched, the eight-character white beard trembled slightly, anger rose from his heart, and evil was born to the side of his heart, and he raised his hand to pinch the back of the neck of the chattering old minister, and the noisy hall suddenly quieted down.

"Situ, Han Lao, he doesn't know the reason, don't blame him. ”

"The monarch is too worried, this old miscellaneous hair has scolded me for half my life, how can the minister blame him, but now is different from the past, a day without eating or drinking, kneeling here, not knocking him unconscious, I am afraid that he will be angry and waste the land. ”

King Qi shook his head with a wry smile, got up to look at the morning light in the east, and said solemnly: "After my death, the Qi Kingdom will be entrusted to you. ”

"The duty of a minister, but are you really sure? Yama is extremely murderous, and if you are so upright and calculating, he is not afraid that he will seek revenge afterwards?"

"I'm afraid, how can I not be afraid, but I don't have a choice, from changing my name and surname to the current designated death and life, the underworld is tight, I can only try my best to remedy it, do my best, and resign myself to ......fate."