Leaving Qingyang City at dusk, facing to the Ran Mountain, drunk and riding the wind, the vast heaven and earth.

The frost and snow that had been hidden for a long time melted in the wind, trickling through the land that gave birth to life, gurgling with the flowing water, and singing a light and melodious tune in the direction of the white clouds.

Two or three brigades of birds crossed the sky, Luoyang casually glanced at the beautiful scenery and lay back in the clouds, holding a jar of aged flower wine, and kept an absolute distance from the mountain.

Wei Wuru is the best, he knows how to look at the qi technique of the Son of Heaven, he can talk and laugh and kill the common people, and he doesn't need to confirm his eyes to know that he is the person he can't afford to provoke now, not to mention that he came here to wait for others, and it is natural to avoid it.

The clouds are getting farther away, the morning sun is high, the warm glow will depict the endless vast sea of clouds as golden, and the mountain has not woken up, it may be because the winter has not disappeared, or it may be that it is intoxicated by the spring breeze again, there is no birdsong in the mountain, and it is extremely quiet.

Luoyang likes the tranquility here, and hopes that the tranquility here will be broken.

The black-robed guest knows him very well, and he also knows Kunlun's sword, ruthless and extremely mysterious, so mysterious that Qianji Pavilion doesn't know his origin, in the words of Old Man Cao, "This is a living dead, standing in the gap between yin and yang, how to peek into the real face?"

Coming to Ranshan and waiting for the rabbit is a stupid trick that Luoyang came up with, and it is also a game with a different mind.

According to normal logic, this is a place where the black-robed guest will never come again, but Luo Yang thinks that since he is an abnormal living dead, his thinking must be very different from normal, since they all thought that he would not come, maybe he would definitely come.

Time is just like flowing water, in the blink of an eye, the sun hangs high above the head, the selfless blooming light and heat, and the chanting sound in the mountains gradually dissipated, and it sounded again after a while.

When the spring was sleepy, the two new disciples who were guarding in front of the mountain gate opened their mouths and yawned, squinting their eyes, and between their eyebrows, their eyebrows were full of sleepiness.

Airplanes!

The long-lost sonorous sword chant protruded, the sound was like thunder, and the two disciples woke up instantly, their hands trembled and stretched out into their arms, and before they could find out the talisman, they fell back and forth in the mountains.

In the quiet room, Wei Wuru suddenly opened his eyes, his handprints changed, the calm mountains and forests gave birth to the intention of killing, the plants and trees were all soldiers, the entire mountains and forests were bound by invisible power, the void was like an iron wall, and the ordinary escape methods lost their meaning.

"Luoyang, you have no way to escape, when will you wait if you don't tie your hands?"

The newly repaired roof that had been repaired for less than a month was smashed by Wei Wuru again, and the old road stepped into the air, climbing high step by step, the seal in his hand was constantly changing, and the bright glow was beating around his body, looking from afar, exactly the same as the mortal manifestation of the true god in the folk tale.

The black-robed guest stood calmly on the mountain road, holding the fairy sword, looking around at the surrounding grass and wood soldiers slowly raised the fairy sword, stabbing out a sword to the left and right, the sword shadow was all over the sky, the fine streamer fell like a drizzle, and the sound of hitting the leaves through the forest was endless, and the grass and tree soldiers were all wiped out.

"Wei Zhangjiao, the New Year is auspicious, there will be a period later!"

The black-robed guest clasped his fists and saluted, reached out to hold the fish hook that fell at the right time on his side, and was about to break through the boundary, and a bright sword light slashed down, and the slender silk thread connecting the fish hook was cut off by a sword.

The black-robed guest stopped his movements and tilted his head to look at the empty flying clouds, there were many sword cultivators in the Six Realms who could cut the fishing line, but only Luoyang could do this with the Three Flowers Realm.

"Come out if you're here, you don't think I don't know you're here, do you?"

"Of course not. ”

Luoyang whispered, the sword fell on the mountain, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, he wanted to see through the black-robed guest's disguise but it was like looking directly into the night, everything was hidden in the deep black, and he could see nothing and nothing.

"What's going on?"

Holding the dusty black-robed old Dao looked at the two Luoyang standing opposite each other on the mountain road, and asked all the doubts in the hearts of the sect masters, it was not Luoyang who attacked them, but he would be convicted, and he would know Kunlun's sword, who was he?

Wei Wuru was silent, did not answer the question of the black-robed old man, fell from the sky, summoned all the disciples scattered in the mountains to the top of the mountain, guarded carefully, looked at Luoyang condescendingly, and said: "Luoyang, what he did does does not need me to repeat more, those things may have nothing to do with you but must have something to do with Kunlun, you must give an explanation to the old man today!"

Luoyang glanced at Wei Wuru, did not reply, but slowly raised the sword in his hand, and a sword stabbed out fine light and shadow like heavy rain pouring, and the mighty sword intent swept the ten directions of heaven and earth, sealing the town for thousands of miles.

"It turns out that the real turmoil is like this......"

The black-robed guest did not panic in the face of countless sword lights, and also raised the fairy sword, imitating Luoyang while transmitting the sound to Luoyang and raising the fairy sword, a sword fell, and two golden light rains collided together, the roar was deafening, and the prohibition in the mountains continued to shine brightly.

There was a golden glow in the eyes of all the masters, and they were obviously urging the spell to look at the fighting swords of the two sides through the endless streamer, this is a sword, and it is also countless swords.

"So fast!"

The black-robed old man narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but exclaim, and all the disciples watched in silence in the streamer, and in the place where they couldn't see, the black-robed man stabbed an incomparably amazing sword, as swift as a meteor breaking through the sky, as soft as a river of spring water.

"This son is not simple, not to mention learning Luoyang's sword style at a glance, and now he can draw inferences from Luoyang in the competition, but unfortunately, such a talent has taken the wrong road, Kunlun's regret, the world's regret. ”

Dao Gu, who was dressed in a plain white dress, shook her head and sighed lightly, causing a group of sect leaders to sigh, Wei Wuru remained silent, staring at Luoyang to see how he faced the sudden blow of this strange peak.

The sword of the black-robed guest is very exciting, and Luoyang has not arrived, but this does not mean that Luoyang is defeated, it is also learned and sold now, and the black-robed guest has done it as well.

The Heavenly Sword came at the same time as the unknown fairy sword in the black-robed guest's palm, and the bright glow touched in one place, and the piercing sword groan was suppressed by Wei Wu as if it were the tide of spiritual energy generated by the collision before it could rise. Night Night Chinese

Luoyang and the black-robed guest took three steps back at the same time, looking at each other from afar, silent for a long time, the black-robed guest looked up at the floating clouds in the sky, and asked Luoyang, who was calm and relaxed, was still in that hoarse tone that was unrecognizable, without revealing the slightest flaw.

"I heard that your conviction is quick, can you show me some insight?"

"Of course, please!"

Luoyang took two steps back with his left hand, signaling the black-robed guest to take out his sword first, and he had absolute confidence in his sword.

"It's really underestimated......"

The black-robed guest muttered in a low voice, which was originally unintentional, and the tone he uttered was still unrecognizable.

Hearing this, Wei Wuru clenched his fists tightly, and speculated in his heart, either this was his original voice, or all of this was performed by him, whether it was in deep trouble or anything else, it was probably intentional, so what would be his intention to do so?

As if sensing Wei Wuru's thoughts, the black-robed guest who had been staring at Luoyang suddenly turned his head, unable to see his expression clearly, but gave Wei Wuru the feeling that he was sneering silently.

"Master Wei, I have been offended a lot in recent times, in return, I will let you see my sword, I have hidden this sword for more than 20 years, Luoyang, take it!"

Saying that, the black-robed guest turned his head again, and the fairy sword was raised, full of vicissitudes of sorrow, and the sword intent fluttered up, equal to the peaceful heavenly sword intent.

The sharp fairy sword was hidden in the sheath little by little, and the figure of the black-robed guest appeared in front of Luoyang in a flash, no need to save, the sword moved, leading the wind and rain in all directions, a line of light and cold, and the whole early spring changed color for it.

Luoyang faced this sword and smiled calmly, this black-robed guest was more talented than he imagined, his sword was not a sword drawing technique that hid the sword, but it was already five points like a god.

"Broken!"

The sword light was three feet closer, and everyone watched, and the sword that was hanging in his hand finally moved, and he slashed it casually, and it was full of brilliance.

The two overlapping glows did not set off much turmoil, and the sword light that broke through the front was like a hot knife cutting through cold oil, destroying withering and decaying, without much effort.

The black-robed guest's sword broke, the finely broken blade fell on the mountain road, and the heavenly sword hovered in front of him, the blade swallowing murderous intent and sharpness.

Wei Wuru sighed lightly, looking at Luoyang with an extremely strange gaze, as if he was looking at a monster, and the rest of the sect's gaze was also almost the same, staring at Luoyang with a grotesque expression and a ridiculous expression.

But in one winter, the sword that must be sharp learns how to hide its sharpness.

But one winter, this flamboyant teenager calmed down, washed away his killing, and returned to his old appearance.

This is talent, a talent as dazzling as Haori, which makes people envious, and even more oppressive evil.

In this era, it is a good thing to have a sword cultivator like Luoyang, he can lead the human race far, far away.

In this era, it is not a good thing to have a sword cultivator like Luoyang, his existence is like the sky and the sun, no matter how bright and colorful the stars and moon are, they all seem ordinary.

"Come, lift your hood, take off your mask, and show me who you really are?"

Luoyang said softly, his half-closed and half-open eyes were completely opened, shining with a sharp streamer, he was the one who planted the blame, and he was the one who fell into the well, as long as his face was revealed, many uncertain things could be settled.

The defeated black-robed guest seemed to have lost all his pride in Luoyang, slowly stretched out his hand to pinch the corner of his hood, and threw out three jet-black projectiles with his shaking hand when everyone looked at the hood.

"It's not good, it's a thunder bomb!"

The black-robed old man roared, and after being shocked, he turned his hand and sacrificed a small earthy yellow flag, his mind changed, and the small flag waved in the wind, protecting the entire mountain top under it.

As for Luoyang, it can't be saved too late.

The thunder refining popped up from the Heavenly Thunder Sect of the Ancient Sect, and it was a magic weapon made by superimposing and refining thirty-two Nine Heavens Falling Thunder, once urged, it could be turned upside down!

Luoyang is too close to the black-robed guest, even if he uses spatial means, he will only set himself on fire.

Under the watchful eyes of all people, Luoyang did not flee in embarrassment, but gently waved the heavenly sword, the sword fell, and the three green lotuses bloomed in the air, like supporting the thunder refining bullet like a dewdrop, and the black-robed guest shook his head in amazement.

"Good swordsmanship, but you only have this sword, you and I will have a time later!"

After saying that, the black-robed guest swept into the sky, his body changed like a ghost, and Wei Wuru just wanted to make a move, and a green leaf fell, suppressing all the masters under the banner.

At this moment, a fishing hook fell again, Luoyang nodded to Wei Wuru who was wide-eyed, chuckled and pinched the finger of the sword, and the long-lost Sauvignon Blanc came out of the sheath, and swept through the void in the blink of an eye.

The black-robed man was nailed to the steep mountain wall with a sword, missing the life-saving fishing hook.