The golden brilliance of noon sprinkled the sea of clouds, thousands of immortal boats outside Qiyun Mountain are ready to go, the flags on the boats are displayed, millions of immortals are different, tens of thousands of mountain owners are ready to go, the sword is pointing at Kunlun, and only a command can go out of Qiyun in the west.

The top of Qiyun Peak is located in the seven or eight golden palaces, there are two scholars under the tree in front of the flowers outside the hall to play a game, the scholar in Tsing Yi holds the black son, the scholar in white holds the white child, the black and white on the chessboard of the fifteen lines between the fight and the fight are clear, the black son gradually falls into the wind, and the number of qi has been exhausted.

The white-clothed scholar put down the chess pieces in his hand, pointed to the black and said, "Have you ever heard of the eagle's rebellion?"

The scholar in Tsing Yi picked up the tea, sipped it carefully, and thought about the scholar's voice.

The current immortal league is indeed not much different from the forty-year-old eagle, the claws are aging, the beak is long and curved, the wings are extremely heavy, and the ability to change is alive, and the only thing that does not change is death.

"Judging from the chess situation just now, your kid is planning to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

"That's true, although Kunlun and the Immortal Alliance are different, we are all for the world, as long as the alliance leader nods, this matter can be done. ”

The scholar in Tsing Yi put down the tea, turned over the chess pieces between his hands, and the chess game on the table changed its appearance, and the white son also suppressed the black child, but the black child hid the momentum, and if he did not send it, it was not necessarily white if he was stimulated.

"One of those group of sword immortals is a master who broke through the south wall and continued to move forward, can you do this plan? Kunlun's sword is not easy to borrow. ”

"Things are man-made, if you don't do it, you won't be able to do it, not to mention that the contemporary little uncle is different from Qi Tianxiang's old stubbornness, he is a bigger variable, he is not at a distance, ruthless and affectionate, with almost conceited self-confidence, as long as the conditions are enough, I think, he will not refuse. ”

The scholar in Tsing Yi nodded, looked at the head of Haori, got up and took the white-clothed scholar into the fairy boat, transmitted the sound in all directions, and commanded the heroes.

"Let's go, climb Kunlun, take the way to Tibet!"

Xianzhou set off in turn, Bai Su looked at Qiyun Mountain in the distance, looked at the back of the scholar in white, and slowly clenched his fists, Dapeng also needs to rise with the wind, this action is the gust of wind he has been longing for for a long time!

At this time, the corpses and bones gradually gathered outside the six sword formations at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and the children of the four sects were still fearless of death impacting the sword formation.

Luoyang sat in the mountain road, the heavenly sword technique was running, the spiritual power was full of the body, and the immortal demon Yan trickled through the meridians like a stream, warming the dark wounds left by the battle against Tuoba.

Xihe to the west, Luoyang slowly opened his eyes, exhaled like an arrow, blew away the grass and trees in front of him, refreshed, just about to draw his sword and rush to the enemy army under the mountain, the sky suddenly exploded thunder, purple streamers through the sea of clouds, Ou Que roared and waved his fist to attack Luoyang, the magnificent immortal demon stained the purple dome, and several immortal boats that were affected instantly turned into nothingness.

The fist is like a meteor, the surging energy swept across the mountains and forests, and before it fell, it shook the ground and shook the mountains, and the endless ashes fluttered up, and a monk who did not want to eat the soil kept waving his hand, and would rather disperse the choking smoke and dust than move away.

The afterimage left by Luoyang was pierced by some flying stones, Ou Fei gently floated down the mountain, squinted at a dark shadow, stepped and raised his fist, and before he could attack the young sword immortal who had retreated, he had approached, drew his sword and slashed, and the Sauvignon Blanc wrapped around the golden sword was blocked by the surging Immortal Demon Yan, entangled and bound, and it was rare to advance.

"Your sword is far away, soft, and almost the same as the slap of an old lady of the human race, and I don't even bother to dodge. ”

Ou Fei shook his head and laughed wildly, his magnificent purple eyes were full of provocation, and his appearance was extremely inadequate.

Luoyang looked at the burly Ou Que, looked at the pure Demon Yan, seemed to have a guess in his heart, and said loudly: "Are you Nanli?"

Ou Que shook his head and smiled, his eyes swept over Luoyang's chest and the Sauvignon Blanc in his hand, and asked with interest: "Born with the demon heart of my Heavenly Demon Clan, holding the magic sword refined by Mo Ci Doll, when you encounter a demon, ask Nanli, is your kid Nanli's illegitimate son?"

"No, I'm his son-in-law!" Luo Yang said softly, all the spiritual power was poured into Sauvignon Blanc, and with the Immortal Demon Yan as the sheath, he urged the Tibetan swordsmanship, and drew his sword and slashed at it.

The immortal demon Yan that bound the sword body disintegrated in response, and the golden sword qi that roared up was easily extinguished by Ou Que, Luoyang drew his sword and retreated more than ten steps, Sauvignon Blanc in one hand, and reminisced in the other, and the two swords were horizontal and vertical, asking the old demon of the sword.

Ou Que looked at Luoyang's demon heart, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his eyes narrowed, the immortal demon Yan burned even more violently, the green leaves were sassy, and the Dongshan path wandered with endless murderous aura.

"Daoji is a godsend, if you lose it, you will die, others dug your Daoji, your parents dug up my granddaughter's demon heart, I Nanmo is not dead, Qingxu Lao'er is so big!"

Nan Mo, who was aware of the effect of the demon heart, accumulated his anger to the limit, and reached out to Luoyang, if he didn't pluck the skin and cramp and light the sky lantern, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Luoyang retreated, using the fleeting shadow to move in all directions, thinking about how to defeat the enemy and win while avoiding Nanmo's attack.

The immortal demon Yan is too cathode flame, opposite to Hao Tianyang Yan, one cathode gives birth to yang, death pole reincarnation, one anode gives birth to yin, life pole derives death, Luoyang has a demon heart, Moyan comes from the heart, the heart does not die, and the fire is not extinguished.

The opponent's situation is unknown, I don't know if it's the human body demon heart, or the human body demon soul, no matter what, you must first find out the root of the demon Yan, the demon is not destroyed, the heavenly demon is immortal, if you want to win, you must first destroy the demon Yan!

After making up his mind, Luoyang's movement rhythm changed abruptly, shaking Nanmo's fist and tentatively handing out a sword.

The elbow wrapped around the immortal demon Yan collided with the blade of the sword, making a sound of golden gold, and the shocked Sauvignon Blanc almost came out of his hand.

"Don't hide, dodging will never solve the problem, it's a man who will let the horse come over, let me see how capable you are, the ugly words are in front, your Liangyi Dust Sword and Lingxiao Open Heaven Sword that only smell the Dao are far from enough!"

Before the words fell, the purple flame rolled upside down, covering the mountains and forests.

Nan Mo's speed was several times faster, and his body appeared behind Luoyang with a slight sway, his fists raised high, and two meteor-like flames smashed down heavily, the momentum was deafening, and half of the mountains shook, and the mountains and rocks rolled down, and endless gray rose again.

On the flat Dongshan path, a huge pit spanning more than ten steps was born out of thin air, and Luoyang squatted out of the pit in embarrassment, holding Sauvignon Blanc, staring at the burly demon in the deep pit, and carrying the aura with the heavenly sword technique.

The fireworks rolled up and scattered the afterimage, Luoyang urged the instantaneous shadow to move behind Ou Que, the two swords were hidden and slashed, and the gold and silver sword qi were compressed into lines, crossed together, and fell heavily on Ou Que's back, bringing countless flowing flames.

"Double-drawn swordsmanship, hehe, you kid is a bit tricky, but this attack is not as painful as the bite of the dog I took two thousand years ago, and the sword is like its own person, and it is the same as the one that is not important. ”

Nan Mo sneered and turned his head, his eyes flashed, his body flashed, and the two afterimages dissipated in front and back in the forest, one attacking and one defending, as if the sound of striking iron continued to echo in the forest, accompanied by the sound of explosions, one after another, endlessly.

From the dawn to the sun near the West Mountain, the shouting and killing sound between the Kunlun Mountains does not stop for a moment, the jade branches and leaves that are lined up are stained with blood, the flowers in the mountains are scattered into mud, the sky is getting dark, and the western sky reflects the blood red in the Kunlun Mountains.

The thunder that filled the sky fell, all kinds of Gu insects swept across the dome, like an endless dark cloud, the pale flow of flames passed through the insect swarm, the stench drifted through the mountains and forests with the wind, and the insect corpses of Suosuo were burned in the air.

"Sky Bird, Purple Sky Thunder!"

"Corpse ants, heart eaters, diseases!"

Wu Ke, the music style flew in the air, the seal of both hands changed, thousands of birds and insects rose into the air, forcing the sloppy Taoist priest with Hao Tianyang Yan's body protection, forcing the Taoist priest with a constantly changing body to move, taking advantage of this juncture, Opal flashed behind Lingyin, and the iron fist blasted out, and the violent spiritual power shattered the clouds in the sky.

Ling Yin turned around and slapped a palm, his fists and palms intersected, and the Yang Yan in his palm was put away, and he flew back with the help of his body, driving Hao Tianyang Yan to burn away the thunder of insects and birds, flying over the dome, and sweeping the sky back and forth with the three sects of the same sect, all the way with colorful treasures, and all kinds of spells emerged in endlessly.

Zhang Junbao yawned boredly, looked at Lingyin's back, and pouted his lips with great dissatisfaction, the Six Realms all know that the clear void of the Kunlun Sword Gate is the pinnacle of the sword, but few people know that the old Tao in the Kunlun Dao Gate who can lie down and not sit is also an immortal, can burn the river, can cook the sea, a thought of the world is discolored, and a thought of all things is revived.

The so-called "Immortal Approaching Niu Chengjing", Ling Yin is the only disciple of Ruoshui Lao Dao, so it is obvious that the kid deliberately released the water for this ability.

The sad thing is that the heads of the three families are happy, thinking that they are cats chasing mice, but they don't know that they are the rats who are being played.

Wu Chen drove the ten thousand swords and roared through the air, and a fairy sword was cut down by Fan Sui's sword qi, or turned into flowing clouds and clear winds, or turned into earth and stone floating leaves, and fell weakly in the mountains.

"Crash through the clouds!"

A broken drink sounded in the air, Fan Sui's palm of the cloud spirit sword slashed down, the hundred zhang sword light split in the air, Wu Chen in front of the ten thousand swords scattered most of the half, flying out of seven or eight miles before he could stabilize his body, the sword command point, flying flowers and green leaves rose into the air, and thousands of immortal swords were repaired in the air.

"Sword Transformation Daqian!"

The sword river crossed the void, the dazzling sword light rendered the sky, Fan Sui had no way to retreat, gritted his teeth and swung his sword to cut down, the violent sword river was easily cut through, the energy exploded, and Wu Chen withdrew several miles again.