The cranes lined the clouds, a few soft chirps echoed in the empty Feiyun Palace, when no one returned, the young patriarch who was meditating cross-legged on the top of Qiongxiao Peak opened his eyes, raised his hand to calculate, his complexion changed suddenly, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Wuchen, Luoyang is in trouble, go to Huailing quickly!"

The Yuyu Palace is opened, Wuchen is in a hurry to go straight into the sky, the flying clouds are the sword, the sword rides the wind, and the river and mountains are crossed in a moment.

The Qicha Celestial Star Array in Huailing City was dazzling and aurora, and the proud young man who should have returned to Kunlun stood in the array, dizzy, and the discomfort caused by the spatial transformation was difficult to get rid of for a long time.

Looking at the young man's eyebrows and confirming the identity of the comer, Fang Bu chuckled and patted Xia Feng on the shoulder, and the evil cultivator who was ready to attack swept down the city, raised his palm and slapped it towards Luoyang's head, pouring all the humiliation and resentment in the face of the Son of Heaven into it.

The crisis was approaching, but Luoyang could not control his body for a long time, so the black-clothed Luoyang had to act first, seducing the white light under the bamboo, setting off a monstrous wave in the sea of knowledge, and lifting up the two pure bamboos.

The shaking heaven and earth froze instantly, Luoyang tilted his head suddenly, Xia Feng's life-killing palm slammed on the young man's shoulder, and the young man who was proud of the spring breeze a moment ago rolled out of the shower, his face was like gold paper, covering his broken bones and broken tendons, enduring the heart-rending pain, and letting Mo Yan repair his injuries.

"Shark Attack!"

With one hit, Xia Feng was unforgiving, drew his sword and stabbed directly, and the long sword tore through the array of light and took Luoyang's head.

Luoyang pulled out the Sauvignon Blanc with his left hand, slashed at Xia Feng's long sword, and used his strength to withdraw and float back, buying time for the recovery of his right shoulder.

"Left-handed swordsmanship, immortal demon Yan, what a contemporary Kunlun uncle, what a demon who hides from the sky and the sea!"

Swinging his sword to slash back the summer wind, Luoyang followed the prestige to the city tower, the cultivator with a golden face flew down in the city, the black fog around him, the meaning of death and silence hit his heart, everything was boring in a thought, and his heart was endlessly dead.

The firm brilliance in Luoyang's eyes gradually dissipated, his expression was sluggish, and he raised the long sword in his hand little by little and held it across his neck.

Luoyang, who knew the sea ripples and sparkled, opened his eyes suddenly, two pure bamboos floated high, and Luoyang, who was dressed in black, stood in front of him, looking at him calmly.

"Everything is empty, only the sword is true, cut the enemy and kill yourself, and the heavenly sword is self-contained. Drawing swordsmanship is not suitable for you, your sword momentum and sword heart determine that you can only cultivate the Heavenly Swordsmanship. ”

"Kill the enemy and cut yourself, the heavenly sword is self-contained, what is the difference between this sword path and the Taishang Ruthless Dao?"

"Of course, there is a difference, the Ruthless Dao is ruthless, and the Heavenly Sword Dao is great love, such as the Heavenly Dao, the name Heavenly Sword. ”

"Isn't the act of cultivation detached from immortality?

"Life is the first avenue, strength is a necessary thing, if you don't know how to exceed?"

"I ......"

"Less nonsense, you have to learn if you learn, you have to learn if you don't learn, you have no choice!"

Luoyang's words were interrupted by the black-clothed Luoyang, and the vast mystical Dao was awakened in Luoyang's memory, every word made Luoyang feel extremely close, and every sentence made Luoyang feel extremely familiar.

Luoyang realized, the black-clothed Luoyang temporarily controlled his body, and the slowly raised magic sword was put down, and the death intent in the young man's eyes retreated.

Looking at the Elephant Star cultivator not far away, the black-clothed Luoyang handed the Sauvignon Blanc to the right hand that had recovered from his injuries, turned over his hand and took out a long sword in the Sumeru bag, holding the sword with both hands, the spiritual power between the meridians was surging, and a crimson flame gradually ignited outside the body.

The Elephant Star is different from the Elephant Star, although the cultivation realm is the same, but the Elephant Star in front of him who knows the meaning of the same thing can casually wipe out hundreds of Elephant Stars like Han Sui who have not heard of the Dao potential.

This man is strong and deserves to be killed by him!

"Luoyang, it's not bad!"

Fang Bu laughed and looked at Luoyang, believing his own speculation even more, this kind of battle intent, this kind of murderous aura, Luoyang is Yama!

"Listen to the tide!"

Xia Feng stepped forward again, swinging his sword and slashing at Luoyang's chest and abdomen, the sword aura was like the tide of the ocean, covering the sky and the sun, undulating and surging, scattering countless birds outside the city.

The black-clothed Luoyang stared at the surging black and white lines, the Sauvignon Blanc stabbed out, and the sword in his left hand was hidden on the side of the demon in his right armpit, gathering momentum and condensing.

The magic sword runs through the majestic sword qi, the two swords intersect, the sound of Jin Ge roars and explodes, Luoyang retreats with the help of strength, and the hidden sword in his left hand slashes out, the sword is soft, and the snail is slow, looking soft, without the slightest lethality.

In the face of this kind of "uninfluential" sword move, Xia Feng smiled contemptuously, disdained the slow long sword, tried his best to urge the spiritual power, and did not wait for the sword to be slashed again, Luoyang's slow-spit left-handed sword was slashed on Xia Feng's shoulder.

The hidden sharp sword qi exploded instantly, and the summer wind flew out upside down like a short-term kite, rolling up countless bricks, tiles, earth and stones, and embedded three feet in the city wall to stabilize the body.

The black-clothed Luoyang shook his wrists and danced his twin swords, looking at the square steps on the city wall with interest, challenging and killing strong enemies is always his only hobby.

"Liangyi Weichen Sword Dao, what a little Monkey King Sword Immortal, come, use all your strength, let me try your sword!"

Fang Bu did not reserve his praise, a thick fog rose from outside his body, covering the bright dawn for a moment, raising his hand to scratch at the young man in the city, and a dead night appeared out of thin air, like a giant python that locked on its prey and launched a deadly entanglement.

Luoyang took a step back, crossed his arms, hid his sword at his side, the crimson fireworks on his body fell silent, and the sharp golden sword light surging on the double sword gradually extinguished.

The night gradually narrowed, Luoyang's two swords slashed out together, two brilliant golden sword qi crossed together, the night slightly resisted for a moment and was cut into pieces, scattered on the street, corroding the smooth street into dozens of shallow pits.

Fang Bu's brows furrowed, familiar with the fall of the power brought by the three clears after one gas, once again attracted a night, the starlight turned into an eight-armed god, each holding a handprint, the aura was swallowed into the night, and the shadow gradually overcame the entire Huailing City.

The black-clothed Luoyang looked at the extremely strange god, his expression was a little solemn, and he was about to fight again, so he suddenly put away the sword in his left hand, pretending to be weak and unable to fight again.

Fang Bu's eyes were curious, and he was just about to lure the night curtain to destroy the whole city, when a sword light pierced the sky, easily smashing the night curtain and turning into a transparent light mask to protect Luoyang in it.

Luoyang, who had returned to his senses from the Taoist law, once again controlled his body, and looked up curiously, there was a sword fairy standing in the sky under the blue sky, the sword pointed at the void, and the clouds in the sky turned into a fairy sword, with no two sharp edges, shocking the world.

"Don't you think I'm no one in Kunlun?"

Wu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he thought of the sword, the sword fell like rain, and countless flying swords instantly flooded the old city of Huailing, the ground shook the mountains, and the light and dust filled the sky.

The wails in the city came and went, hiding inside and outside the city, the black-clothed cultivators in the underground wells were all nailed to death by flying swords, and the fishy black fog surged up, hovering in the sky of Huailing City, and it did not disperse for a long time.

"Hehe, I'll just say that Demon Slayer can't have such an IQ, it turns out that you guys steal chickens and dogs, and they should be killed!"

Wu Chen's eyes were even more murderous than before, and with a wave of his big hand, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, dispersing the black fog and cutting the eight-armed gods into powder along with Fang Bu, who had no time to dodge!

Luoyang grinned, with a longing in his eyes, this is the sword immortal, one sword destroys the city, one sword punishes evil, rides the wind and resists the sword, it is enough to be romantic, it is really free.

In the Chaos Demon Capital, Nan Yi carried Gong Yu, who had turned into an ice sculpture again, and hurried straight to the lonely peak under the moon.

"Father, father, it's not good, someone wants to kill my sister!"

Approaching the peak, Nan Yi opened his mouth and shouted, Nan Li, who was playing chess with Old Man Yang, raised his head suddenly, grabbed Nan Yi to his side, raised his eyebrows angrily, and roared angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Who dares to touch your sister in Lao Tzu's territory?"

"No, my sister and Luoyang have one life, is there a difference between killing Luoyang and killing my sister?"

Nan Li raised his eyebrows, his eyes pierced through the endless void, and he was slashed by a sword before he could see the situation in Luoyang.

"Lao Tzu is not dead yet, take care of your eyeballs!"

The young ancestor's low roar echoed in the ears of the Demon Realm, and with a touch of pure and sharp sword intent, he asked the Sword Demon Lord.

Nan Li angrily pulled Gong Yu down from Nan Yi's back, kicked Nan Yi down the mountain with his puffed feet, and locked the two sunspots.

"Chen Yu's mother-in-law is really hateful, and she put Lao Tzu together before she died, is this spiritual rhino buckle really unsolvable?"

Old man Yang devoured five white seeds, and counted them one by one for Nanli, "Master's pen, Kunlun's sword, the book of heaven that has no trace, other than that, there is no solution!"

"The rabbit cub is not worry-free, can't he cause less trouble? his life is not his own, and he can toss so much. ”

"Afraid of things, don't dare to toss can be favored by Qi Tianxiang as an apprentice?"

"Oh, I'm angry, don't move the chess pieces, I'm going to fight!" said Nan Li and walked away, and Old Man Yang raised his hand to brush the chessboard with a smile.