The moon is cold, the wind is cool, the clouds are getting higher, and the withered leaves are dancing in the air.

The starlight dispersed into the white clothes, the sword was powerful and the edge did not leak, and the light cheer was full of spirit, roaring in all directions.

There was no need to give an order, all the evil cultivators rushed up, their figures looming, and the sword and soldier treasure light tore through the night, brewing a murderous aura, and the bright moon and half hidden clouds were shocked.

"A thought blooms!"

Order the sword to move, lead the night wind to be fast, three thousand green lotuses bloom leisurely, fluttering and dancing, a handle clear blue sword from the stamen to show grandeur, sonorous sword chanting, stirring sword qi innumerable.

The flat night was divided into a fine grid, the ground cracked and the walls tilted, and the smoke billowed into the air, and the clouds flowed one after another.

"Red Refining Thunder!"

"Hail of water!"

"Ride the wind for a thousand miles!"

"Break the dawn!"

......

Qinglian fell, and the evil cultivators who forgot to die launched a charge again, thunder law, Qimen, knife skills, all kinds of moves, hidden weapons, poison arts, sneak attacks, all kinds of tricks emerged one after another.

The remnant image is derived from the broken, broken and derived, gradually disappearing into the sword light and sword shadow, the magic sword decorated with the pattern on the other side appears from time to time, the sword light hooks and folds, Luoyang kills through the entire Yongdao and turns back leisurely, one step and ten kills, returns to the original position after cutting off hundreds of enemy chieftains, stops the horizontal sword, lets the white clothes flutter, and swallows the aura of the ten directions.

The evil cultivator fell to the ground before and after, struggling to crawl towards Luoyang, the fireworks burned himself, the plain white light illuminated the palace, the night was not quiet for too long, and the bright light of the Dao approached again.

"Empty mountains and new rain!" Luoyang took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand, pointing at the demons and demons in the ten directions.

The sword rises, and nearly a thousand light swords are transformed out of thin air, humming softly, and the sword chanting is sonorous.

The momentum fell, and all the evil cultivators in all directions bowed their heads, and the sword rain fell.

The breeze blew the stench, and the heavenly sword returned to its side, humming gently, like a pet beast pleasing its master, extremely agile.

Luo Yang chuckled and touched the Heavenly Sword, sensed the movement of the void, attracted spiritual power, and issued a cold edict, "Taiyi divides the light, yin and yang are divided!"

The twin swords of Siyi slashed into the night, and the Taiji diagram appeared in the sky, dismantled and spread, ten steps in a circle, and everything was silent.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The sloppy old man at the bottom of the sea praised softly, not for the swordsmanship with more than a dozen loopholes, but for Luoyang's thoughts.

Liangyi Weichen Sword pays attention to the combination of yin and yang, both rigid and soft, and there are many sword cultivators who dare to integrate the three kinds of sword dao and then divide yin and yang with sword momentum, but unfortunately none of them are as young as Luoyang.

"It's a talent, let the old man try your skills for himself!"

Thinking slightly, the old man smiled and hooked the corners of his mouth, probing the empty spot, Xu Xiang in the palace suddenly opened his eyes, and he flashed under the moon and stood in the air outside the imperial tomb.

"Young man, your sword is not bad, I can make an exception to give you a chance to join us and bathe in divine grace. ”

"God, that god?"

Luoyang put away the Sauvignon Blanc, borrowed the moon to watch the sword, the black-clothed Luoyang told him that the heavenly sword had slashed the gods, and the endless years of silence must have been longing to bathe in the blood of the gods again.

The old man squinted at the plain white moon-like sword, perceiving the sharp and paranoid sword intent, as if he had seen a peerless and unrivaled guardian sword god.

"Ten thousand years ago, day and night, the world was chaotic, there were gods who opened the heavens and split the earth, created all things, there was no endless void without gods, and there were no six realms here, you said this god is that god?"

"He created the Heavenly Dao of the World?"

"That's right. ”

"If I defeat him, will I be able to transcend?"

"The shaft is rude!"

The old man couldn't help but be angry in his heart, and reached out to pull up the red lightning in the sky, and the rolling thunder fell in the air, hesitating to collapse the sky.

God's grace is like the sea, God's power is like hell, and those who rebel should be crushed to pieces!

Luoyang narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and raised his sword to God after slashing through the thunder.

Heaven can fight, God can fight, as long as you don't want to bow your head, nothing can make you bow your head.

"How daring!"

The old man at the bottom of the sea let out a cold snort, controlled Xu Xiang to appear behind Luoyang, raised his palm, and evolved the unparalleled spiritual power, and the immortal brushed his head, asking about life and death.

Although Luoyang was alerted to the crisis in advance and retreated from the place, he was still affected by the invisible power, staggering to one knee, a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, mottled a small piece of white clothes.

The moonlight hazy the scene, the starlight was shining, and the whistling of the night wind was unusually harsh.

In front of the Two Realms Mountain, Xiao Fan was worried, leaving behind him.

In the mountains and wilderness of Linzi, the old minister forgot about life and death, let go of the bright light, and entrusted the country on his deathbed.

In the Nine Heavens, the master's sword came out of the sky, fighting alone for thousands of years, and he did not regret his emotional sorrow.

The leaves fell, a scorching fire ignited in Luoyang's heart, struggling to get up, without waiting to raise his sword, and then Xu Xiang raised his fist and smashed down, shattering two or three green bricks, his eyes were dark, and he couldn't see the outside environment clearly for a long time.

Xu Xiang stood with his hands in his hands, waited for Luoyang to get up, his eyebrows and eyes were full of coldness, and said: "Luoyang, this is your last chance, tell me your answer." ”

Luoyang held up the Heavenly Sword, straightened his spine tremblingly, stared at Xu Xiang's cold eyes, threw out the Heavenly Sword, and retreated.

The Heavenly Sword is the last card, if the Heavenly Sword that bursts out with all its strength can't hurt the old man, he has to give up tonight and escape thousands of miles away.

The Heavenly Sword approached Xu Xiang and suddenly burst into power, the sword light was dazzling, Xu Xiang calmly retreated, raised his right hand, flipped his hand and flicked it, shooting out three drops of crystal clear water.

Airplanes!

The unstoppable Heavenly Sword came to an abrupt halt, and the immeasurable sword qi was layered on top of each other, spreading all over a three-foot radius, and the water droplets that were so fast that Luoyang couldn't see slowly slowed down, silently annihilating in the sword qi.

"Heh, what a divine sword, Luoyang, are you really a Kunlun sword cultivator?

Xu Xiang stood with his hands in his hands, keeping a distance of more than ten steps from the Heavenly Sword, perceiving the extremely pure sword intent, and considering how to turn this sword that was unique to the Six Realms for his own use.

Luoyang is insignificant, with this sword, it can also protect the gods and religions for eternity.

"Seriously, I sometimes don't know if I'm a Kunlun sword cultivator, the swords of the senior brothers are all used to save the world, and my swords have always been used to kill......"

"However, these don't affect me from defeating you, and it doesn't affect me from asking the Supreme Sword Dao, it doesn't matter what it is, what matters is what it becomes!"

Luoyang struggled to get up, stood up straight, stretched out his palm tremblingly, hesitated for a moment, reached out and held the Heavenly Sword in front of him, the first time he actively perceived the Heavenly Sword, and the first time he tried to control the Heavenly Sword.

Kunlun sword cultivation, it is true that people are inferior to swords, he didn't dare in the past, and now he has to dare.

The potential comes from the law, out of the heart, the sword in the heart is the heavenly sword, and the sword that can hurt Xu Xiang is also the heavenly sword, there is no choice, and the only thing that can be considered is the heavenly sword.

The humming sound of the Heavenly Sword gradually faded, giving Luoyang a feeling of blood fusion, as if the Heavenly Sword was a part of his limbs, moving at will, pointing at will, light as nothing, and moving his heart and sword.

"Hoo ......"

Luoyang gently exhaled his depressed qi, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slowly lifted it, the plain white sword blade was half hidden and half revealed, countless golden lights sprouted under the night sky, and the invisible and shadowless aura slowly surged towards the heavenly sword, like a child running towards his father's purpose, showing intimacy.

The moon shadow moved, and the heavenly sword surged with extreme brilliance, like the hottest fireworks, and the moving sword shadow reflected in the sea of clouds, illuminating Linzi, which had been dark for a long time.

Hide swordsmanship, draw swordsmanship, from the heart, ask a sword for life and death.