Yangcheng spring is approaching, the tender willow snares to the glory of the new ideas, the vicissitudes of the lanes, and the gilded old years of Bivaluo.

The desolate lotus pond also sprouted a large area of blue color, the high platform on the opposite bank was empty, and the bright glow slanted down, shining on the body warmly, making Cao Qingfan slightly raise the corners of his mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes were looking for joy.

The worn-out bookcase brought back by the Son of Formaya is kept close at hand, and the fragrance of the wood accumulated over the years is released in the light of the sun.

The sun moved slightly, Cao Qingfan raised his hand, the prohibitions outside the bookcase all collapsed, and the door of the old box naturally opened, making a sour squeak.

Seeing that there were four paintings hidden in the box, Cao Qingfan smiled even more, waving his hand to guide the drawings to list the void, intending to see what the Nine Holy Pictures that these forces were crazy about looked like.

The Dao realm unfolded, suppressed the ten directions, and the four painting scrolls slowly unfolded, without the imaginary changes in the situation, just four ordinary landscape paintings, no strangeness, and the paintings of the same appearance can be bought in any painting shop in Yangcheng!

"I said you weren't wrong, right?"

The sound came into his ears, and the Holy Son of Formaya temporarily put down the mud in his hand, looked up at the bookcase, and replied softly: "It can't be wrong, if this is fake, what Liu Hina knows is also fake!"

"Let her out. ”

Cao Qingfan's smile disappeared, his voice was full of impatience, the Holy Son of Formaya hurriedly offered the jade bottle, a cold wind and frost rolled up, Liu Xiao curled up and sat on the ground, clenched his fists, his face was pale, and his body was constantly trembling.

"Definitely!"

As he spoke, Liu Hina froze in place like a puppet, with a sharp glow in her eyes, staring at the Son of Formaya, eager to stare at him.

"Interesting, do you have a crush on him?"

Cao Qingfan approached with a chuckle, looked at Liu Yan carefully, pressed his palm on the girl's cold head, and the spiritual power urged, the chuckle on his face disappeared in an instant, and his voice trembled a little.

"Human Emperor Bloodline!"

The Son of Formaya paused, took a deep breath, and continued to walk past his position as if he couldn't hear, pinching the dirt in front of him.

The pool was silent for a long time, Cao Qingfan suppressed the frenzy in his heart, put his palm on Liu Xiao's head again, and perceived it carefully, the arc of the corners of his mouth became larger and larger, and the ambition in his eyes became clearer and clearer.

Now Xia Qixing is not irreplaceable, and the Xia Emperor is not irreplaceable, after Daxia is the human emperor, all human races should assist the human emperor to revive the world, this woman must be controlled in her hands, and controlling this woman is equivalent to getting a realm of luck.

"Are your four paintings the four left by your master?"

When the plain white streamer fell, Liu Yan felt warm in his body, full of energy, and had a lot of strength, glanced at the ordinary landscape paintings in the air and couldn't help frowning, and was about to make up a lie The middle-aged man who stood with his hands in his hands spoke again, "Needless to say, I already know it." ”

The sound fell Liu Xiao was shocked to find that the sky was dark, subconsciously reached out and grabbed the air, his waist was soft and lay on the ground, his breathing gradually became even, his frowning brows slowly stretched, and the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing two shallow dimples.

The morning sun in the old village in the dream is still so beautiful, the senior brother still doesn't know how hard to cultivate, the master sits on the door frame, holding the old sheep of Uncle Zhang's family, muttering and grinning, causing a burst of dissatisfied sheep crying......

"Sleeve up!"

Cao Qingfan waved his hand and put Liu Yan into the sleeve of his robe, stared at the empty attic and thought for a moment, and said to the holy son of Formaya who kneaded the mud: "Don't pinch it, go to Kunlun and send me a letter and tell Luoyang that I am waiting for him here." ”

The Holy Son of Formaya did not dare to refuse, looked at the Houtu that had just been formed, and felt that he could not stop Luoyang's sword, so he carefully restrained all his emotions, walked into the rippling void in silence, and stepped on the Kunlun Mountain Road in a moment, looking at the nine peaks above the sea of clouds, and popping out a touch of spiritual power to the sword stone on the side of the mountain road.

The sonorous sword chant echoed in the mountains and forests, and the nine Ming Yao sword lights swept through the mountains and forests, stopping a hundred steps away from the Holy Son of Formaya, and a person in front of his head dropped his flying sword, saluted the sword, and asked loudly: "Who are the Taoist friends, and what are you doing in Kunlun?"

The Holy Son of Formaya pursed his lips, he didn't like this useless red tape very much, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only reply with the same respectful courtesy, and replied with a smile: "I came to deliver a message for someone, and I helped me find Luoyang to go down the mountain." ”

The leading disciple took a closer look at the appearance of the Holy Son of Fumaya, nodded, and said, "Please later, for the sake of Your Excellency's life, please do not walk past the Sword Solving Stone." ”

The Holy Son of Formaya nodded, watching the sword light rise up, and a bright sword arc was drawn in the air and fell into one of the nine peaks.

After a while, two sword lights fell into the sky, Luoyang in front and disciples in the back, falling into the mountains before and after.

"Hey, it's really hard to find a place to step through the iron shoes, it doesn't take any effort to get here, Fumaya Holy Son, don't think about leaving when you come!"

Saying that, Luoyang probe summoned the Heavenly Sword, and at the same time, the nine disciples behind Luoyang tacitly changed their directions, pinched their sword fingers, and the sword light crisscrossed and completely blocked the way up the mountain.

"Luoyang, I can't help but kill myself, Senior Cao asked me to tell you, Liu Yan is in his hands, if you don't want her secret to be made public, follow me to Yangcheng!"

"This is a choice, killing you and going to Yangcheng by myself is also a choice, which do you think I should choose?" v3 Academy

"If I die, that secret is no longer a secret, which do you think you should choose?"

"You value yourself too much, in Cao Qingfan's heart, you are just a useful loyal dog, if you die, that secret can only be a secret, because Cao Qingfan knows that that secret is extremely important to him and to the world!"

The Holy Son of Formaya was silent, his palms were covered with wind and frost, everything that should have been said was said, and the rest were empty nonsense, and instead of embarrassing nonsense, he should have died on the way to charge towards Kunlun Mountain.

Luo Yang glanced at the frost on the hand of the Holy Son of Fumaya, and approached with a chuckle, the Heavenly Sword turned slightly, folding a cold light, and the infinite killing machine caused the beasts to roar all over the mountain.

"Luoyang, he is right, if he dies, that secret will no longer be a secret, we are different, what you want is order, I am not. ”

Cao Qingfan's transmission came at the right time, Luoyang paused, gestured to the disciples behind him, and rode the wind with the sword, passing through the gap opened by Zixuan and heading straight to Great Xia.

The Holy Son of Formaya stood in the middle of the mountain road, watching the nine sword lights disappear into the mountains, his hand was clenched and released, released and clenched, and after a long time, he sighed, strode into the void ripples, glanced at Luoyang and Cao Qingfan, and disappeared between the pavilions in silence.

"Make a deal, you help me find four Nine Holy Maps, and I will return the willow chicks to Kunlun Mountain. ”

Cao Qingfan's gaze retracted from the Holy Son of Formaya, smiled with interest, and continued to get straight to the point at Luoyang, who was silent.

"The Heavenly Master made a move, and it must be the Nine Holy Maps in Xianyang, the descendants of the Meng family are in Kunlun Mountain, Kunlun also has the Nine Holy Maps, and the three forces in the world only have Great Xia without the Nine Holy Maps, and when the final choice is made, Great Xia will have one less way, which is unfair, it makes me want to lift the table!"

"Hehe, Liu Xiao is in the hands of Great Xia, the only human emperor bloodline is under the control of Great Xia, and Great Xia is in the limelight, why do you want to flip the table?"

Li Qinyue's voice came from his ears at the right time, Luoyang opened his mouth and spoke softly, imitating the meaningful tone of his senior brother, and playing with Cao Qingfan who did not see the sword soldiers, and had a plan in his heart.

This trip to Daxia was not in vain, at least I knew that it was the Heavenly Master who did the action against Xianyang, but I don't know if this Heavenly Master and the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo are the same existence, and I don't know if this Heavenly Master is the controller behind the evil cultivation......

"Listen, you mean you don't plan to take Liu Xiao back to Kunlun?"

"The seniors laughed, is this a matter of willingness? Even if I am willing, will the seniors allow it?"

"Hahahaha, if you can see through the chess of the Heavenly Master, you are worthy of being the invincible Li Qinyue in the backhand, not bad, not bad, the old man is also a successor!"

Cao Qingfan laughed and praised Li Qinyue, and without warning, he raised his palm and slapped it on the top of Luoyang's head.

"Hurry!"

Luoyang turned over his hand and took out the sword order refined by Zi Xuan, the spiritual power was swallowed, and the crisp sword groan made a noise in the entire Yangcheng, and three thousand sword lights lined up Qiongxiao, and the wind and clouds changed into invisible sword qi, and the sword rain was one after another.

"Broken!"

Cao Qingfan raised his eyebrows slightly, added a little more strength, and set off a tide of spiritual power under his palm, and the sword qi scattered like fallen leaves in the wind.

Taking advantage of this momentary situation, Luoyang took a step back, the heavenly sword was raised, bringing up a hazy rain of light, the rolling red dust could no longer cover the fireworks in the world, the golden sword light slashed in Cao Qingfan's hand, and the two qi of yin and yang that was running as he wished suddenly disintegrated, and the terrifying aftermath generated by the collision of the sword and palm was not yet dispersed and was extinguished by Cao Qingfan's thoughts.

"Yes, you kid didn't stop, it's good, otherwise there will be no point in the future, get out. ”

Cao Qingfan laughed and kicked Luoyang's buttocks, and the corresponding high air rippled, directly swallowing Luoyang.

In the open space between Qiongxiao Peaks, the Kunlun disciples waved their swords together, the swords were like dragons, and the glow of the bright light was refracted in the verdant forest from time to time.

At this time, the void suddenly rippled, and the famous little uncle flew out of the gap in embarrassment, his face was pale, and he fell into the mountains and forests uncontrollably.

The birds flew in shock, and after a moment, the forest remembered a low roar: "Cao Qingfan, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!"

Song Zidie chuckled and looked at Jiang Luo who was messy in the wind, and was just about to open her mouth with a touch of violent sword intent to rise, although it was a dissipation, it made all the disciples in the mountains change their faces, and they all looked at Jiang Luo.

The sword momentum is a dangerous peak that is difficult to climb, what about the sword intent?

"Lao Tzu is waiting for you!"

The thunderous sound sounded, causing the Nine Extremes and Seven Killing Spirit Sword Arrays to shine brightly, and it took a long time to return to silence.

Everyone was stunned, and after a long time of coming back to their senses, they all looked at the mountains and forests, this is the sword fairy, not afraid of power, never say die, the model of my generation!

Li Qinyue watched everything, and felt that the disciples scratched their heads in annoyance, pinching the chess pieces and thinking about how to make up rumors to curb this unhealthy trend.

The junior brother can also toss, the ambition of the new disciple to conquer the Heavenly Demon Emperor has been diverted, this has to be suppressed by the weak to the strong atmosphere, Kunlun needs to be emerging, this process does not need to have too much tragedy, don't die, one in the mountain is enough.