Exhaling and exhaling, Luoyang withdrew and retreated, holding the short sword, standing calmly on his side, no need to change the sword, the broken sword was enough to kill Dong Hu.

Dong Hu looked down at the sword marks on the golden knife of the tiger head, grinned, suppressed the horror in his heart, and showed smugness and disdain.

"You're going to die, because of that ridiculous wooden sword!"

"But I don't blame you, after all, your master is a lost dog, a waste who can't protect his own woman, and he has no long things, so it's not easy to give you a broken wooden sword. ”

Luoyang didn't care about Dong Hu's words, and slowly raised half of the wooden sword, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

Dong Hu narrowed his eyes, thought for a while and continued: "Your master's name is Shen Hualian, she is ashamed of flowers in the closed moon, she is a gentle woman who is knowledgeable and reasonable, she went to the poor countryside for her master, but when she gave birth, she was attacked by the ancestor of the young peach, hehe, do you know who the old ancestor of the young peach is, he is a famous flower thief in the Six Realms!"

"Do you want to listen to me tell you the details of that night, the story of the pearl of Kunlun Xianmen and the flower thief, hahahaha. ”

Dong Hu laughed wildly, Luoyang Jian raised his eyebrows, and raised the broken sword.

A little bit of golden light gradually condensed, the sword momentum from thin to rich and finally condensed and formed, the sword qi roared, and the lightsaber ran through Qiongxiao, sharp and incomparable.

The hustle and bustle of Xuance City fell silent, and the cultivators looked up at the golden light that went straight into the galaxy, silent, and the ordinary people threw themselves to the ground, trembling, their coarse linen clothes soaked in cold sweat, and prayed for the protection of the immortals.

Dong Hu was pressed by the sword and couldn't move, the golden knife trembled, cold sweat flowed down his sideburns, and despair and unwillingness gradually filled his heart.

It's all to blame on those wastes, if it weren't for them sharing their own resources, he would have cultivated his sword momentum and become a grandmaster a long time ago, how could he still face such a desperate situation?

Outside the courtyard, the young patriarch touched his chin proudly, and smiled from ear to ear, "Draw the sword when the wind and clouds gather in the sky, and cry sadly when the sky falls." Stinky boy, this sword is very good, but it's still far from it!"

This kid must be beaten well, sharpened hard, the blue is better than the blue, the master is Qi Tian, how can the apprentice also win the sky!

In the south of Xuance City, Wang Xuantong, who was aware of the movement, turned around and rose into the air, and hurriedly swept towards the Immortal League. He had to hurry back to guard the treasure house, and even ten Dong Hu couldn't stop such a sword!

The fifteen scattered cultivators who followed Wang Xuantong simultaneously urged the thousands of miles of wind chasing talismans, electric light flint talismans and other accelerated talismans, trying their best to follow behind Wang Xuantong.

The shadow of the tree moved slightly, filling with a sweet and greasy floral fragrance, and the eager Wang Xuantong suddenly stopped, raised his fist and hugged the fight, carefully observing the silent night around him.

He felt that something was wrong, that the world seemed to have undergone changes that he could not understand, and that the night felt stranger to him.

"Wang Xuantong, I'm going to kill you, do you have any opinions?"

The ethereal sound echoed in the heavens and the earth, and all the monks felt their bodies sinking, and they inevitably knelt on the ground, and Wang Xuantong was no exception.

"My Wang Xuantong is the mountain master of the Immortal League, he does not obey the secular law, and the Immortal League is in charge of life and death, if you dare to kill me, the Immortal League will do all its best to destroy the Kunlun Immortal Gate!"

"Cultivators pay attention to following the trend, Wu Chen, you are the new head of the sect, don't take the old way!"

Wang Xuantong roared loudly, struggling to stand up, the green tendons on his forehead were beating, and his pores were bleeding, and he would rather die than kneel.

"Then call them, Kunlun is waiting for them!" Wu Chen said softly, his figure hidden in the night.

Don't kill! Don't show mercy! Fight with a sword, die for a sword! Don't seek the afterlife, stand in the present! Shark Island, Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun Xianmen has given in enough in the past 800 years, and I don't want to retreat.

The sweet fragrance of flowers filled the blank space of the night, and the flying flowers rose up in the sky, transforming into countless three-foot fairy swords, which were listed under the night sky like stars.

"Wuchen, you must not ......"

The peach blossoms fell, Wang Xuantong's curses were drowned in the rain of swords, and in a short moment, the long night was quiet again.

The lanterns in the courtyard swayed slightly, and the peach branches were hung with bleak flowers.

The dim lights outside the courtyard looked curiously at the corner of the street, the stars and the cold moon, and the street was full of scarlet peach blossoms.

The golden lightsaber in the air suddenly fell, the sparse clouds lingering between the stars and the moon all collapsed, and the criss-crossing sword qi filled the empty ten-mile long street, and the sword blade pointed out, whether it was the old tree or the dangerous building and pavilion that several people were hugging, they were all cut and torn.

The billowing smoke obscured the stars and moon, and the Treasure Pavilion stood alone among the ruins, the smoke ethereal, taking away the wooden sword that had turned into powder.

"Some people are angry and chaotic, and some people can hide their anger and use their hearts to cut the sky. ”

"You shouldn't be talking nonsense, because I'm the latter!"

Luoyang patted the dust on his white clothes as if nothing happened, walked into the Xiang Treasure Pavilion with anticipation, and after a while, hummed a small tune, and walked into the night with a three-grade spirit sword with a good texture.

He is not worried about Wang Xuantong, and if he doesn't come back at this time, he will probably never come back.

For his senior brothers, who had never met, there was no difference between the distance of thousands of miles and the three feet in front of him.

Nian Sheng's sword rises, Nian falls and slashes the enemy, that's all.

In the second half of the night, the meteors are sparse, and the sound of insects is particularly lazy.

The Son of Heaven was lying flat on the roof of an old house, with his right leg on his left leg, listlessly admiring the starry sky, stretching out his hand to play with Ming Yuehua.

The candles in the main house were lit, and Xiao Ying'er walked into the courtyard in her coat, looking up at the Son of Heaven while paying attention to the darkness beyond the lights.

She mistook a look at the young man who was cursed, the fifteen-year-old sword heart is clear, the fifteen-year-old Shen Fan can cut the elephant star, both fifteen years old, the apprentice is stronger than the master.

"Don't look for it, Xiao Ying'er, if you can find him, I'll drink your footwashing water!"

The Son of Heaven muttered, as if he was tired of playing with the moonlight that was within reach, so he reached out and sucked a green leaf, twisted and played, and sniffed the fragrance of late spring.

Xiao Ying'er rolled her eyes, flew to the roof, bent down and looked down at the young man, a few strands of green silk fell on the face of the Son of Heaven, the fox's eyes narrowed slightly, looking charming and cunning.

"Lord Tianzi, I'm your younger brother and sister, I think you can't bear to be murdered, right?"

In an instant, the Son of Heaven appeared on the roof outside the courtyard, with a touch of banter on the corner of his mouth, full of ridicule.

"You're thinking too much, Xiao Ying'er. You and the Xiao family are both from my third brother's side, we are not on the same road, why should I help you?"

Xiao Ying'er didn't care about the estrangement of the Son of Heaven, lying on her side on the roof, letting Yuehua outline her charming curves, the fox's electric eyes, secretly sending autumn waves, and her voice became charming and sultry.

"The Xiao family is my dowry, if the Son of Heaven is willing, the slave family will have a room with you tonight. ”

"No, I like men!" said the Son of Heaven softly, without being shocked.

The corners of Xiao Ying'er's mouth twitched, she got up and sat up straight, her voice returning to her usual coldness, "You make an offer." ”

"I'll make an offer, will I offer you?"

"His name is Luoyang, you may be a little unfamiliar with this name, but what about Yama? Yama Luo is convicted, and he dies with a sword!"

"Tut, let me ask you, are you guilty, Xiao Ying'er?"