"Climb the cloud pass, watch the sea lan, Qi Yun sword moves the immortal and bends his waist!"

In the long whistle, the Tsing Yi disciples of Guanlan Pavilion stepped into the air, stepping on the clouds like silk, towards the dome of ten thousand feet of glow, and the Qingfeng in his hand quickly hooked and folded, causing the light and shadow to be confused, and it was difficult to distinguish the illusory.

The cold light swept in front of Luoyang's eyes, and the pair of Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, a sword that was ready to be launched slashed down, like a stormy wave born out of thin air, covering three thousand miles, unstoppable.

Looking at the sword light, Luo Yang couldn't help but slightly hook the corners of his mouth, raised his sword to meet the Hailan outlined by the fast sword, raised his sword and pressed it, using the tide breaking sword style without adding the slightest sharpness.

This sword can be connected to the tide of the sky, and Hailan is insignificant in comparison.

The two swords were staggered, and the glittering spirit sword came out of his hand, and the disciple in Tsing Yi also fell into the sky unexpectedly, although the long sword was guided by the wind in mid-air, but it looked a little deserted and fled.

Luoyang pulled a sword flower, and defeated more than a dozen enemies from beginning to end, but he couldn't see the slightest arrogance, as if he was just doing an ordinary thing that everyone could do.

Seeing Haori to the south, Yang Tianfeng felt that he could not wait for me, and under the banner of the head of the boat, he grabbed the mourning flag waving in the wind, and quietly transmitted the sound to Wang Canhe, who looked solemn.

"Don't wait, his sword heart can't be shaken by such a trivial matter, the rocks pierce the air, the waves crash on the shore, the dripping water can pierce the stones, and the night is long and dreamy. ”

"What I said is good, I immediately adjusted my plan, and I will definitely make this fang-folding sword path disappear!"

Wang Canhe glanced at Luoyang, who was calm and relaxed, first sent a voice to reply, and then called a black-clothed disciple, who gave him a message and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

The disciple saluted with a sword, then stepped into the air, raised the sword across his chest, pulled out the long sword little by little, and pieced together the slightly raised corners of his mouth and the corners of his hooked mouth into a meaningful smile.

"Senior Brother Luoyang, please!"

Hearing this, Luoyang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, among the disciples of Guanlan Pavilion, the black clothes were far inferior to the disciples in Tsing Yi, and this person took advantage of his words as soon as he came up again, I am afraid that he has ulterior motives, so he has to guard against it.

Thinking that Luoyang raised the sword to attack, the strength seemed to be released but retracted, and the long sword fell towards the black-clothed disciple quickly and slowly.

Yang Tianfeng let go of the mourning banner in his hand and stared at the sky, yes, exactly the same as what the man said, Luoyang really knows how to be vigilant, and the sword style used to test in the fight is indeed the "Yin and Yang Distinction" in the Liangyi Weichen Sword Sutra.

The magic of this "Yin and Yang Distinction" lies in the transformation of strength, which can advance or retreat, except for one point, which is really sparse and ordinary.

But in the face of this sparse and ordinary sword, the black-clothed disciple who called Luoyang to be vigilant lost his senses, his eyebrows and eyes showed uncontrollable horror, and the long sword trembled and swung out, and was inevitably cut off by Luoyang's sword.

"Offended, Uncle Luo!"

The disciple looked at the long sword hanging in front of him, bowed, and bowed, his attitude was condescending, which caused a silent ridicule.

Luoyang put away his sword, and the disciple rode the cloud crookedly back to Guanlan Pavilion, Wang Canhe didn't say anything, he waved his palm, and the one who came on the field was still a black-clothed disciple.

"Uncle Luo, you must be merciful......

The young man was skinny, relying on Su Yuncai to stand in the sky, his palms couldn't help trembling, and before he could pull out his long sword, he was kicked away by Luoyang Xianzhou.

"Next!"

Wang Canhe glanced at the disciple, his voice was cold, and another black-clothed disciple rose up on the clouds, stopped in front of Luoyang, took a deep breath, performed a sword salute upright, drew his sword and attacked suddenly, cleanly, but compared to the previous disciple in Tsing Yi, it was very different.

Luoyang stared at the young man's eyes carefully, and handed out a sword "Yin and Yang Dawn".

The two swords were staggered, the young man's eyes were still calm, but the green blade in his hand followed the sword edge of Luoyang like a green vine, and the hidden strength was suddenly released, and the sword was more than three times faster, turning into a little cold star and heading straight to Luoyang's chest.

Airplanes!

Luoyang shook his arm and shook the sword, and the young man did not stay, but took advantage of the sword to collect his sword, and his body quietly floated to Luoyang's side like a butterfly, raising his sword to stab, Mingyao's long sword was like a spirit snake catching mice, and he stabbed Luoyang's heart with the long sword that was chopped.

Only attacking but not defending, attacking instead of defending, this is the only key to Sword Twelve.

Continuing was just a draw, and Luoyang had to draw his sword and drift back.

This retreat, the black-clothed young man drove Feiyun to take advantage of the situation to press, lunge short, ignore the sword blade that fell above his head, lead the sword to stab obliquely, and directly take Luoyang's armpit three inches.

Luoyang hanging sword changed moves, picked up the young man's long sword, the young man released his palm, turned his hand and took out a short sword, curled up and stabbed Luoyang's jaw, the movement was neat, and there was a familiar twist that had been completely tempered......

What are you afraid of, seeing that the young man used the flaws in swordsmanship and Kunlun to force Luoyang to retreat step by step, Gong Yuwei couldn't help but clench her palms, patted Fang Jingqi's shoulder, and asked anxiously: "What can I do about this?" They all came prepared, using Yangmou, completely trying to force Luoyang to death!"

Fang Jingqi was silent for a long time, glanced at Luoyang, who was forced back again, sighed, and whispered: "Yu Wei, if you can't do anything, you will definitely leave with Jiang Luo and the others, don't look at them because of you, but if Kunlun doesn't die, they won't care about you......"

"Shut up, I won't leave, say yes to live and die together!"

"Don't say stupid things, who will avenge us if you die? Someone has to live with pain, whether it's Kunlun or Huangyan Mountain, you can't just cut off the incense!"

"You have to live ......"

"Okay, you let go of me, I'll go to Jiang Luo, there's no time for me. ”88

"Yu Wei, I'm not stupid, if you dare to do something stupid, I'll jump here!"

Fang Jingqi shook his head, still refusing to let go of his mouth, looking up at Luoyang with great effort, entrusting him with all his expectations.

Throughout the ages, there are eight directions, since Kunlun has not been defeated, today, no matter what, Luoyang can not be defeated!

Qingfeng three feet, out of thin air, a bit of cold star accurately pointed on the short sword, the young man let go of his palm without resistance, let the short sword fall into the sky, both hands turned together, held the two long swords, staggered his arms, turned around and rolled towards Luoyang, one sword took Qing Feng away, and the other sword fell to the throat.

"Abandon the sword style, roll the sword, Luoyang, you have to retreat!"

Wang Canhe muttered proudly at the head of the boat, Luoyang retreated, the corner of his clothes was cut off by the sword, turned over and led the sword to pierce the attack, the sword was handed out, the long sword in the young man's left hand had already been raised, blocking Qingfeng instantly, and the sword in his right hand was directly cut into Luoyang's eyes.

"If the enemy raises his sword and resists...... Broken Sword Pose!"

Seeing Luoyang raise his sword and cut down, Wang Canhe's voice transmission was transmitted at the right time, and the young man decisively added more strength, and shook the sword blade with a low shout, allowing fragments of different sizes to go straight to Luoyang's face.

"Get the chance, kill!"

Luoyang unexpectedly spun his sword to block the fragments, seeing this, Wang Canhe resolutely ordered, the young man took off his disguise, flashed behind Luoyang, and bit the wax shell of the elixir hidden in the low tongue, and used spiritual power to dissolve the medicinal power, and the jade amber-like short dagger stabbed Luoyang in the back of the head like thunder and lightning.

The sudden change, Fang Jingqi's eyes couldn't help but widen, Gong Yuwei rushed into the sky desperately, she recognized the short sword, it was a short sword forged from the tail thorn of the Garo Scorpion, which broke the law and polluted the soul.

Seeing Gong Yuwei rising into the air, Wang Canhe stepped into the air, raised his palm to print a thunderbolt, and roared loudly: "Demon girl, die!"

"Yuwei!"

Fang Jingqi urged the wind chair to take off, seeing this Wang Can and the convergence of thunder, when Fang Jingqi approached, he pressed down his palm again, intending to kill the two of them together.

The wind chair was flooded with streamers, the clear water followed the wind, and layers of clouds were accumulated, and a roar sounded, the cloud ball was dented, and the wind chair was broken into a breeze, protecting Fang Jingqi and falling into the mountains.

"Good strategy, but unfortunately, it's all the ...... I played back then"

Wang Canhe was about to catch up, Luoyang's transmission sounded in the air, hearing the sound, Yang Tianfeng smiled for a moment, looked fixedly, a glass glow flashed out of thin air, and the young man holding the short sword fell into the sky with a wail, his soul had been broken, and his body was dead.

"Qingluo Glass Sword!"

Wang Canhe said the name of the sword style, and without hesitation, he drew out thirty-six thunder light orbs with his side hand, and pointed at them, and they all blasted towards Qiongxiao Peak.

Although I don't know what the situation of the young patriarch is now, I definitely can't be disturbed!

"Zhengwuyang thunder, Su Yu sweeps the dust!"

The fluttering sound of the edict sounded in the Kunlun Mountains, and the tone was leisurely, as if the woodcutter was singing casually.

The sky shone with golden light, thunderbolts raged, and thirty-six thunder orbs were blasted into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

"I have heard for a long time that if the water path friend has become a fruit, transcendent things, Yang Yan and Lei Fa are unparalleled in the world, and I will ask for advice or two today!"

"Lord Yang is full of interest, although Lao Dao is old, he can also sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman. ”

A chuckle came from the mountains, and I didn't see the face of the water, but I saw the clouds and mist surging like waves in the mountains, cascading towards Yang Tianfeng.

"Broken!"

Yang Tianfeng raised his fist at the sea of clouds and slammed down, roaring like thunder, the sleeves of the luxurious robe woven with gold and silver threads were shattered into strands of cloth, and the clouds and waves stagnated and continued to surge.

"There are three thousand Dao Laws, and the Cloud Law is the weakest, I never thought that it would be so powerful in the hands of Ruoshui Dao Friends!"

Yang Tianfeng was slapped on the head by Yunlang, his clothes were broken, he was shirtless, he glanced at Wang Canhe, Wei Wuru and others, raised his fist and blasted out again, and the invisible fist blew away all the clouds and mist in all directions, and then stepped into the air step by step, causing the new fog from all directions to chase after him.

The cloud-patterned falling star ballista fell with a bang, and the Nine Extremes and Seven Killing Spirit Sword Array of the Heavenly Jedi opened instantly, Wei Wuru looked around at the changes in aura, and was about to swing the immortal boat, but Ming Yao's sword light slashed down in the air, directly cutting the immortal boat in half.

"I'll entangle Luoyang, you attack Kunlun Mountain first, try to catch it alive!"

Saying that, Wang Can and a horse rushed to Luoyang first, as the so-called bow did not turn back, Kunlun did not die, it was them who died, if Kunlun was threatened, presumably Luoyang would not easily release the sky.

Wei Wuru nodded, looked around, found Fang Jingqi in the vast mountains, flew down, grabbed Fang Jingqi's neck, and called coldly to the mountain: "Come out, you don't want him to die, right?"

Gong Yuwei clenched her fists, looked at the several streamers that swept towards the mountain, took a deep breath, turned around and ran away, and went straight to Feiyun Palace, wanting to rescue the Kunlun disciple first.

Wei Wuru raised his eyebrows, and was about to catch up, when a strange fragrance came from the wind, Fang Jingqi suddenly felt that the dead sea of qi was turning waves, and his mind sank into his body.

"The medical sword is not attacked, Xue Qingrou, I don't want to kill you, don't use small means for me!"

"The predecessor is right, the medical sword is not attacked, but no attack may not be able to kill, right?"

Saying that, Xue Qingrou and Ling Qiwei walked out of the mountains and forests before and after, and the plain white mist became colorful, and just smelling a little bit of strange fragrance, Wei Wuru felt that the world was spinning.