The cold wind of the morning sun seemed to be a little cold, and Situ Aoki, who was accustomed to speaking loudly, said in a low voice at this time, "Hui Immortal Chief, the thieves were trapped in the Mengfu Mansion in the west of the city by all the lowly officials. ”

Fan Yu impatiently kicked away Situ Aoki, flew down the city tower, and headed towards the south of the city.

Qing Ju and Hua Zhu rained down at the same time, drew their swords and swept towards the city, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the ice spikes and wind blades flashed from time to time, and the soldiers at the head of the city were killed in a short time.

Situ Aoki trembled and knelt in place, not daring to grow.

"You're doing well, spare your dog's life!" Hua Zhu chuckled, carrying a three-foot sword, the blade of which was dyed red.

"Xie Xian's grace not to kill, the lowly official is willing to ......"

The sword light fell, the words were abrupt, and Hua Zhu grinned and swept down the city. Mortals, ants, let go if you want, kill if you want, do you need a reason?

The figure flickered, Fan Mo waved his hand from time to time to collapse a few unpleasant pavilions, smashed a few empty old houses, and appeared outside the Meng Mansion in a short time.

Looking at the plaque, Fan Mo flicked his sleeves and broke open the door of the house.

In the courtyard, Meng Fan sat at the stone table, not hiding or kneeling, looking at the scarface monk, although his palms were inevitably trembling, his heart was peaceful.

"You can't kill my junior brother, say!

With a wave of his hand, the talisman fell, and the entire front yard was immersed in a sea of fire.

Meng Fan smiled and said nothing, not caring about being in the place of death. As long as the child escapes, as long as he can not implicate the people of this city, his half-hundred-year-old man will die, no big deal, life is alive but seek peace of mind.

"Maybe you are not afraid of death, but it is better to live than to die? For example, I will kill the remaining people in the city one by one in front of your eyes!"

Fan Mo grabbed Meng Fan with his hand, thinking about a thousand concocted tortures in his heart.

The white shadow flashed, and the white-clothed young man with a wooden sword broke through the sea of fire and grabbed Fan Yu's wrist......

The sea of clouds is gilded, thousands of miles of smoke, four immortal peaks are hanging in the void, flickering and flickering, accompanied by flowing clouds, and the main peak of Qiongxiao rotates leisurely.

The peaks are similar, but the styles are different. Some of the peaks of the golden palace are towering, the mountainside is scattered with attics, the mottled green trees and green vines are scattered in the meantime, the flower bridge flows water, there are rabbit traces and deer shadows from time to time, thriving.

Some only stand the bronze bell and drum tower on the top of the peak, several golden halls are scattered around at will, the mountains are full of blue color, seven or eight long pavilions are dotted in the meantime, there is no elegant meaning.

Some of the mountains are full of attics, but the foot of the mountain is full of fertile fields, and the smoke and rain gather and disperse, leaving some clear and crystal water droplets on the branches and leaves of medicinal herbs and rice.

Several cranes line up the clouds, their wings are golden, and the cranes are chirping.

The shadows of the trees are swaying, the pavilions and attics are filled with the sound of chanting, swimming across the carved railings and painting bridges, echoing in the blue bricks and blue tiles of the dangerous buildings and pavilions.

Everything was quiet until a rune light fell into the mountain like a frightening light, and suddenly dispersed, and thousands of points of light were disillusioned.

The chanting sounded, the bell rang again, and the sonorous sound lingered in the clouds again.

At the top of Qiongxiao Peak, outside the Yuyu Palace, the middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged opened his eyes, turned his hand and shot out a touch of runic light, and there was a sword light in the fairy mountain, as fast as the wind, like thunder, and it was difficult to find it in the depths of the sea of clouds in an instant.

Beyond the rivers and mountains, Beihai City was still shrouded in electric light, Luoyang threw Fan Mo into the street, and said to Meng Fan, who cursed his daughter for being unfilial, "Hide, don't come out." ”

Meng Fan nodded, knowing that staying here would only drag Luoyang down, and walked quickly to the backyard. At that moment just now, he completely saw the true face of the "immortal".

Regardless of the dime, this group of "immortals" who are not worshiped by incense are unscrupulous and unscrupulous.

Fan Mo flicked his wrist, Qingju and Hua Zhu fell behind him one after another, the long sword was unsheathed, the sword raised his eyebrows, and the sword pointed obliquely at the earth.

"What kind of sect is the Taoist friend?"

Fan Yu squinted his eyes and looked at Luoyang carefully, just now he couldn't notice the young man's movements, if it weren't for the safety of that mortal, I'm afraid the young man just grabbed his hand.

Young and frivolous, high-spirited, walking in the world with a wooden sword as a soldier, Fan Yu was worried that the young man was the disciple of the sect who could not be provoked. The master wants to avenge the junior brother, but he must not want to ruin the major affairs of the sect because of this, after all, that major event has been planned for more than 600 years!

"There is no door, no faction. ”

Luoyang lifted the sword across his chest, the sleeves of his robe danced in the wind, and he looked like an ordinary man in addition to his extraordinary temperament.

Fan Yu narrowed his eyes, his fist clenched and released, released and held again, and finally made up his mind, glanced at Qingju and Hua Zhu, and the three of them took dozens of steps back at the same time, each pinching the seal and deciding, urging the formation above the Nine Heavens to use this to destroy Luoyang.

Shocked by the thunder, Luoyang took the lead in launching an offensive, stepped out, and thundered in the sky, forcing Luoyang to withdraw and retreat.

As soon as he gained a foothold, thunder light came one after another, and one blow was faster than another, locking Luoyang in the courtyard of the Meng Mansion and unable to move.

On the tower of the city, a girl in red looked at the direction of Mengfu with a flower wine, her purple eyes were shining, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising, and there was endless happiness in her heart, wishing that Luoyang would be killed by thunder.

She searched for him for three years, and this little thief was unapologetic about this, and cut her with a sword, and saved her from the hero behind her back, and even met Yiren at night in front of her!

Fan Yu took the time to take a pill, changed the seal, and tried his best to control the formation with the strength of one person, "I'll trap this person first, you two will slaughter the city, this young man has an extraordinary background, don't leave a living mouth!"

"Yes!"

Qing Ju and Hua Zhu nodded at the same time, turned around and drew their swords and slashed towards the Meng Mansion in the sea of fire, dozens of sword qi swept through, the house collapsed, and the fire went to the next level.

Luoyang kept wandering in the sea of thunder, and he had the intention to stop Qingju and Hua Zhu from getting out of trouble, so he had no choice but to shout, "I'm a puppy!"

The girl in the red dress sneered, revealing all kinds of styles, her body was disillusioned, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared on the roof of the city with the wine between the flowers, and appeared outside the Meng Mansion.

With a wave of his hand, the purple flame chain locked Qingju and the two in the air, Nan Nuo looked at Luoyang with interest, and laughed presumptuously: "The road is uneven, the hero saves the beauty, the beauty of the night party, the thief who was not clothed and relied on this girl for a living has grown up, and he is a romantic character, so can it be a puppy?"

Luoyang was speechless, and could only smile sweetly at the girl and shake her head like a rattle.

"Well, let me see what you're thinking?"

"Oh, the big husband can bend and stretch, for the people of this city, first bow down and call himself a minister, wait for the sword to kill people, and then think about it in the long run. It's amazing, it's worthy of being a big hero, and he knows the art of war!"

The girl chuckled, and the chain of fire that locked Qingju and Hanazhu gradually became slender.

"Nannuo, you make an offer!" Luoyang said through gritted teeth, ready to lose face.

Fan Mo cast a spell to increase the number of thunderbolts, and his face became even paler. With his own strength, he couldn't control the formation to attack the two at the same time, so he could only ignore the girl in the red dress and try his best to kill Luoyang.

"Well, I think about it, that's good, twenty spells, no kind!"

"No, ten at most!"

"It's really that people don't kill the heavens and the earth for themselves, I'm leaving, you all rely on your abilities. ”

"People are not for themselves, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, which means that if people do not cultivate for themselves, heaven and earth will not tolerate them! Twenty is twenty!"

"Hehe, what do I mean by him! It's forty now!"

"A hundred will do!"

"Good. ”

Nan Nuo was satisfied, looked at Luoyang with a smile, turned his hand a little, and a purple fire ignited around Fan Yu's body, turning into ashes.