Five hundred years ago, the man used his sword to run rampant in the demon world, slashing the demons with the sword, taking advantage of the excitement, returning with joy, no demon could stop him; five hundred years later, his descendants rose strongly, first killing the fire phoenix, and then suppressing the demons, and won the first victory over the foreign race in 800 years for the human race in this feathered fairyland.

This is the Monkey King Sword Immortal, a living legend, although he has not reached the top, he has already looked down on the common people.

Roar!

A wail passed through the thick fog, and the embarrassed Ao Su and Ji Ling'er tilted their heads to look at the edge of the pool at the same time, the young man with a stick in one hand was fluttering in white, and the golden sword was dancing on the short stick, with a solemn expression, and the lonely back made people a little unable to take their eyes off.

The surrounding demons have become his foil, and the defeated golden-backed demon ape is the most wonderful stroke, the fur is dyed black and red, and the body the size of a small mound is lined with dense sword marks, covering the arms as thick as an ancient tree, and lowering his head, not daring to look at the sword cultivator holding the stick.

The demons all bowed their heads, although they did not retreat, but they also lost their will to fight.

"Is it hard to kill someone? The demon clan is still as useless as ever, stand down, you bunch of waste. ”

After you sing, the ghost hidden in the night jumped out of the mountain forest, the ghost face of Mingjun was exposed under the moon, tilting his head unruly, his eyes were full of contempt, the crimson ghost pattern turned into armor to wrap the whole body, and the big ring knife in his hand precipitated countless murderous aura, and slashed towards the same unruly wolf demon like a demonstration.

Luoyang raised his eyebrows, his white clothes moved lightly, and the three-foot short stick in his palm was dotted on the big ring knife body, the sound of Jin Ge passed through the night, Ming Jun took a few big steps back, and the dazzling bright red that flowed out of the tiger's mouth soaked the blade of the knife, although he suffered a loss, the battle intent in his eyes was not reduced by half.

The one who killed Yama is the next Emperor of Yama, what about his former comrades, and what about his past brothers?

Those who block wealth are killed, and those who stand in the way are killed, even if it is Yama, they must die!

Luoyang didn't care about Mingjun's murderous intentions, his eyes swept over the demons, and with a light wave of his short stick, he slashed out an amazing sword qi towards Ao Su, and shouted: "What else to see, if you don't want to die, give me medicine!"

The water of the feathering pool was divided by the sword qi, Ao Su gritted his teeth and raised his palm, and the surging blue-white cold qi was easily cut away by the sword qi, and the entire dragon flew upside down and fell heavily in the jungle behind the pool.

"Go and get back quickly, or I'll kill them both." ”

Luoyang raised his stick and pointed at Ji Ling'er again, his tone was cold and murderous.

The demons, you look at me, I look at you, scattered into the mountains and forests before and after, without delay.

Ji Ling'er looked at Luoyang's back from afar, and glanced at this fifteen-year-old sword cultivator.

He is very sophisticated, and gave the demon clan present a very appropriate reason, collecting medicine for the human race, in order to save the lives of his fellow clansmen, not because of the threat of the human race, let alone afraid of sacrificing his life......

The demons scattered into the mountains and forests, Ming Jun shook his numb palm, the dim ghost patterns lit up again, and the dazzling light reflected the messy pool edge red, and the fiery red brilliance was like a flame, burning under the help of the fighting spirit.

"Luoyang, take out your sword, what's the point of using a broken stick?"

"It's called a dog stick, what do you say?"

Luoyang lifted the three-foot short stick and looked at Mingjun with a smile, he hadn't forgotten what this traitor lackey had done to the Mo Qi family, this despicable ghost was the same as the Tuotian Ghost Emperor, they were all unforgivable, they all deserved to die!

There was no opportunity in the past, but now that the opportunity has come, there is naturally no reason to let it go.

Ming Jun chuckled disdainfully, flashed and appeared on Luoyang's side, raised the knife and cut horizontally, the knife qi became a wave, rolling up endless ashes, the remnants of flowers and leaves swept over the edge of the pool, and the edge of the feathering pool fell into a dead silence.

Ao Su scolded and walked out of the forest, tilting his head to look at the battle situation by the pool, his eyes flashing with golden streamers, looking through the layers of gray.

Luoyang and Mingjun all stood with their backs, and the golden streamer on the three-foot short stick never dissipated.

Ming Jun held the handle of the big ring, the heavy blade of the knife was broken and scattered among the dirt, the solid ghost pattern armor disintegrated and shattered, and the sword marks stretched across the chest, revealing white bones.

Stepping and dodging, Ao Su wanted to snatch the short stick and take a closer look, but he couldn't understand why this stick was no different from a sword, supreme sharp, and cut everything.

The dragon claw was close to the short stick, Luoyang snickered and urged the sword momentum, and the golden and white two-color sword light roared on the short stick, so frightened that Ao Su hurriedly withdrew the dragon claw, crossed his eyebrows and glared, staring at Luoyang's cheap face of thieves and thieves.

"What kind of treasure is this stick of yours? Twelve Rank Innate Spirit Treasure or Twelve Rank Chaos Treasure?"

"That's an ordinary stick, if you have to talk about the grades, it may not even be a three-grade magic weapon. ”

Ji Ling'er said softly, looking at Luoyang with admiration, sword cultivation and sword cultivation are different, some sword cultivation can only use swords, and some sword cultivation holds something, what becomes a sword.

Luoyang retracted his sword, threw the short stick to Ao Su with his hand, approached Mingjun who was full of burning ghost fire, turned his hand and took out Sauvignon Blanc, and the sharp sword blade was raised high.

"Luoyang, I'm waiting for you, we're waiting for you, you won't live to May 15, you won't live to ......"

The blade of the sword fell, and Ming Jun's unwilling cry disappeared into the thick fog, and the other cultivators who watched the changes in the forest swept back and forth into the mountains and forests, searching for herbs, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Killing chickens and monkeys is not only applicable to the world, but also for unbounded creatures, and it is used there.

The moon sets and the sun rises, five degrees of day and night, the wilderness outside Huailing City is dotted with dappled starlight, and the hazy moonlight precipitates in a few shallow puddles.

Fang Bu stood at the head of the city with his hands in his hands, dressed in black similar to the night, his hands were stained with blood, carrying a golden half-face, staring at the hundreds of evil cultivators who were struggling to move the Dao pattern array stones under the city.

"Wouldn't it be too far-fetched to modify the teleportation of the Flying Feather Immortal Realm with the Seven Observation Star Array?" Xia Feng climbed to the top of the city, holding a compass in his hand, the aura was shining, and the phase of the seven stars was constantly changing, and in his opinion, the possibility of the Fang Bu plan was less than thirty percent.

Fang Bu shook his head, tilted his head to the sky, and said softly: "Is it really important whether the formation is far-fetched or not, what is our purpose?"

Xia Feng frowned, a little unclear.

"No matter what you do, the most important thing is the goal, our target is that little cub, if the formation can loot him here, we will pretend to be the Heavenly Palace Demon Slayer Guards to attack him, and let him fall here. If he can't, he will inevitably get lost in the spatial turbulence, he is just a grandmaster, even if he is a genius, it is impossible to survive!"

"Whatever the outcome, it's all in our favor, so does it really matter if the formation is far-fetched?"

Fang Bu smiled and covered half of his face on his face, looking at the eastern sky, looking forward to the moving sunrise.

The sword that hides the sword is a long-lost time.

The extraordinarily bright morning light swept across the green wheat fields, entangled with a faint fragrance, better than countless in the world.

The short and fat handyman who was working under Ling Xiao Peak put down the wooden bucket in his hand, gently wiped the light sweat from his forehead, and sat down cross-legged, with his heart turned to the sky, wanting to try to perceive spiritual power again.

Qian Lingzi's figure was like a line outside the rice field, and dozens of Gu insects with different appearances circled their sides, squinting at the short and fat handymen in the field.

With a thought, a Gu worm turned into a streamer and merged into the body of the short and fat handyman.

The endless darkness in the perception of the Humpty Dumpty Servant suddenly lit up an aurora, and the brilliant light illuminated the deep darkness, and the heavens and the earth became colorful, and everything was full of life.

Humpty Dumpty suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, felt the brilliant light, breathed and breathed, attracting a ray of bright light into his body.

The warm spiritual power melted into the sea of qi, slowly swirling, like a dream.

The short and fat miscellaneous servants opened their eyes, shouted a few times in ecstasy, and rushed to the miscellaneous staff hall on the mountain, with this wisp of spiritual power, he is the outer disciple of the fairy gate, and his immortality can be expected.

Outside the wheat field, Qian Lingzi looked at the back of the short and fat cultivator with a smile, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

This body is very poor, but it is the most perfect choice for the conspiring young patriarch, a mediocre-looking handyman, a waste of external forces, at that time, the war was raging, who would care about such an ant? Who would have guessed that the fatal son who destroyed Kunlun turned out to be an insignificant little person?

The bright moon in the fairyland slowly fell, the dazzling light fell into the quiet feather pool, Luoyang sat on the edge of the pool with a smile, looking at the somewhat bare mountains and forests, holding Sauvignon Blanc, smiling from ear to ear.

"The villain has a will!"

Nan Yi looked at the pouting of dissatisfaction with one person and two demons, and regretted it in his heart, knowing that he should have joined the gang in this way, and Luoyang was behind him, no matter how he counted it, he would make a profit without losing money.

The sky flashed with seven-colored streamers, and the cultivators in the pool disappeared before and after, Ao Su stretched out his hand to grab Ji Ling'er, looked at the blackened Yin Hall in Luoyang, grinned, and gloated: "Terran, be careful when you go out, don't die." ”

Luoyang smiled and nodded, turned around and waved his hand to the entangled Nanyi Gong Yu, and his figure gradually disappeared into the golden streamer.

"His seal is black, don't you remind him?"

"What's the use of reminding him? After all, he has to go out, he has to face it, and he won't understand it if he doesn't suffer some hardships, and the general trend is irreversible. ”

Nan Yi frowned, and finally glanced at the sparkling feather pool, and also disappeared in the feathering fairyland.