The heat is difficult to dissipate, the fragrance of tea is attractive, and the delicate flowers are looking under the willows, greedy and cool.

Bai Fan hummed a small tune, walked out of the deep palace leisurely, walked through the streets and alleys, and squeezed his eyebrows at a few affectionate girls from time to time, showing his charm.

Climb the teahouse, enter the Accord, smell the charming incense, lead the water to start a fire, slender fingers wander between the neatly arranged tea cans, several kinds of tea fragrances have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they can't choose for a long time.

The carved wooden door quietly opens and closes, the charming fox demon is dressed in tulle, showing her graceful figure, Tingting curling, step by step, there are thousands of styles hidden between the eyebrows and eyes, the red lips are lightly opened, tactful and ethereal, such as the empty mountain bird language.

"Lord, the slave family is late, let you punish ......"

As he spoke, the fox demon blinked his bright eyes, secretly sent Qiu Bo, and his body danced, and he leaned into Bai Fan's arms, raised his head lightly, with tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes, and wanted to refuse and welcome, locking Bai Fan's eyes on his pretty face.

"What did you say to your master, did you explain my old story clearly?"

"Hehe, people have said a lot, including last night's clouds and rain with His Highness, the day before yesterday was ridiculous......"

"...... Today"

"Not today, Your Highness has to recuperate, tonight is not peaceful, you can't die, my Yin and Yang Creation Dao can't give up halfway. ”

"Don't worry, now is not the time for me to end, tonight's game is the evil cultivator with Luoyang, I am on the wall to watch, if the evil cultivator succeeds, I will take advantage of the fire to rob, Luoyang is successful, I will borrow a knife to kill, it is two birds with one stone, if you are counted again, three birds with one stone, you will make a steady profit." ”

The young man is a bamboo in his chest, and the spirit of Zhizhu is really attractive, and the fox demon can't help but be moved, crushing the talisman and escaping back to the inn, locking the door, and practicing a big thing, no matter day or night.

After reading a hundred books, Luoyang probe drew out the Heavenly Sword, squinted at the flawless blade, and re-examined his own ability.

The sword drawing technique of returning to the right path, the methodical sword hiding and cultivating momentum, the increasingly powerful chaotic sword lotus, the stagnant Nine Shadows Dao method, and the hesitant kendo perception ......

It's not perfect, but it's enough to challenge this group of ghosts.

"Zhuge Ling, I'm going to kill Qu Yang!"

The words fell, the void opened a line, Zhuge Ling appeared in front of Luoyang while wearing a robe, examined the young man's eyebrows and eyes, and asked nervously: "Kill Quyang, are you sure?"

Luoyang rolled his eyes, pouted his lips angrily, and said: "I won't look for you if I'm thirty percent sure, you have to find a way to drag him down tonight, after tonight, it will be his death!"

"Okay, you won't lose sight of Qu Yang tonight, act cautiously, they are much stronger than you think. ”

"I know, but I am the only emperor in the dark! An old man said that Linzi is a large blank space, what to write, how to write it is up to me, he looked at it, mine is more wonderful. ”

Zhuge Ling nodded, looked at the bright streamer on the Heavenly Sword, turned around and walked out of the house, poked Jin Jiuling with his elbow, and said softly: "Don't you feel bored? ”

"No, the sword is too sharp, my mission is to protect this place, nothing else. ”

"A jar of heavenly immortal brew. ”

"Three altars!"

"Deal. ”

Zhuge Ling nodded, narrowed his eyes like a fox, and snickered privately, this Heavenly Immortal Brew was originally given to Jin Jiuling by Xuan Wudao, and it was not a loss.

Jin Jiuling looked at Zhuge Ling's eyebrows, turned his hand and took out a knife, flashed in front of Luoyang, coughed lightly, and after Luoyang returned to his senses, he resolutely raised the knife and slashed horizontally, without moving spiritual power, without Dao potential, and comparing knife skills alone.

Luoyang didn't use the heavenly sword to fight the enemy, took out the ordinary iron sword, drew the sword to meet the sword, the sharp sword blade collided with the Mingyao blade, and the piercing sound sounded, Jin Jiuling's arm shook lightly, unloading Luoyang's strength, the steel knife did not retreat but advanced, and pressed the blade under the knife to Luoyang's shoulder.

The sword has two edges, one side cuts the enemy, the other side disciplines oneself, how sharp the sword facing the enemy is, how good the sword facing oneself should be.

Turning around and turning his wrist, the blade of the sword swirled and slashed, as if the green lotus was blooming, Jin Jiuling floated away, looked at the young man who got up slowly, and asked, "Do you know?"

Luoyang nodded, stepped forward and raised his sword, a little cold star tore through the darkness, and went straight to the center of Jin Jiuling's eyebrows, swallowing and spitting killing machines, implying countless killing machines, all as decisive as arrows leaving the bowstring.

Jin Jiuling raised his sword to cut off the long sword, bullied his body and pressed closer, fighting with Luoyang in one place, fighting against each other, and finally returning to the appearance of the first confrontation, the swords crossed in one place, the two retreated back and forth, horizontal swords and oblique swords, examining each other's posture, sword momentum, knife momentum constantly collided, virtual and real combined, or advance or retreat.

After a moment of silence, Jin Jiuling moved suddenly, the knife momentum squeezed away a sharp sword momentum, and fell directly to Luoyang's shoulder, his knife never hesitated, let alone tempted, slashing there is a weakness.

The swords intersected, Luoyang took three steps back, Jin Jiuling stood in place steadily, put the knife back into the sheath, and said, "The last move." ”

Luoyang lightly pulled the sword flower, sheathed the sword, and looked at Jin Jiuling from afar, the two of them moved together, the sword light and sword shadow disappeared into the void before and after, Luoyang stopped, the sword in his hand was broken into two, and there was a shallow wound on the chest and abdomen.

Jin Jiuling's figure shook slightly, the knife was put away, and his clothes turned red.

Luoyang loses on the sword, without the protection of the sword, this ordinary sword is difficult to compete with the innate spirit treasure, Jin Jiuling loses in the momentum, his knife is sharp enough but Luoyang's sword is sharper, if Luoyang's sword is Sauvignon Blanc, the defeat must be Jin Jiuling!

"What a Kunlun ......"

Jin Jiuling muttered and walked by Luoyang's side, ignoring the thoughtful young man, clenching his fists tightly, Xianmeng is still slow to go, thousands of years of wind and dust, Kunlun Mountain is still Kunlun Mountain.

Zhuge Ling chuckled and left three jars of wine, turned around and disappeared into the void, the feather fan danced lightly, disappeared into the void, and appeared beside Qu Yang in the next moment.

"Are you going to stop me?" Qu Yang frowned, staring at Zhuge Ling's eyebrows, his face was cold, full of cold murderous intent, and said sharply: "Immortal Alliance and Kunlun are in a difficult situation, if you don't kill Luoyang today, Luoyang will kill us tomorrow!"

Zhuge Ling waved his feather fan, calmed down, and said with a slight smile: "People must have spirit to live, and they can be for themselves, but not only for themselves!"

"Joke! You are for others, who will be for you?" Qu Yang waved the sleeves of his robe fiercely, turned his back, and stared at the moonlight, with a murderous aura in his eyes.

Ghosts are dressed in human skins, scribbling their appearances, and doing all kinds of evil.

People hide evil intentions, pretend to be, and hide knives in their smiles.

There are no good people, but they are a group of hypocrites who use high-sounding guise to do everything for their own selfishness.

This is the human world, but there are many gods, demons, demons and ghosts, and how many real people have geometry?

What is it to be human?