The moonlight dispersed into the flowing clouds, and the deep night suddenly swallowed the street, and the heavenly sword suddenly stopped in front of the green bamboo snake, following Luoyang's movements to turn back and slash, the sword light rose, fell into the air, and faded into the night shadow.

The three of them retreated, staring at Luoyang, who was in hot pursuit, without giving orders, and at the same time, they moved at the same time, approaching with great ghosts, and made a move.

The sound of energy collision made noise throughout Ningxia, and after fighting hundreds of moves, the three of them unconsciously forgot their intentions in their hearts, and the sweat of more than ten years watered the flowers, and the wasp needle dodged to avoid the heavenly sword, and the progress grabbed Luoyang's forearm, and the green bamboo snake and the watchman took the opportunity to move, each punching and kicking.

Luoyang tried his best to avoid the iron fist in front of him, was kicked in the chest by the beater, staggered back, and before he could stand firmly, the three of them pressed close again, no need to communicate, advance and retreat together, the offensive was just like a river, rolling inexhaustible, forcing Luoyang to lose one after another, unable to lift the sword, unable to escape.

A few beams of moonlight passed through the flowing clouds, the plain white dazzling, Luoyang's calm heart rippled, the eyes lost that calm, the movements were gone, the sword moves were no longer easy to wield, the heavenly sword was intercepted before it could be lifted, and countless fists and feet were as dense as summer rain, constantly falling on the body, making Luoyang want to abandon the sword and fight with the three of them with their bare hands.

The thought didn't last long, it was broken by a firm belief, Luoyang raised his head stubbornly again, and fought to take ten punches to cut out a sword, the stubborn sword momentum became more and more weak in the blow in the storm, and it may be overturned by the monstrous wave in the next moment.

"Moon Shadow Sakura!"

"Empty Shadow!"

A fist and a palm slapped back and forth on Luoyang's chest, Luoyang held the heavenly sword with his backhand, and opened a fist to fight the more people, the heavenly sword was swirled, and the dazzling sword light rose into the air, forcing the three assassins to retreat and squatting on the ground, covering his stuffy chest, and whispering stupidly, "How to cut, why do you keep chopping?"

There was joy in the eyes of the watchman, looking at the green bamboo snake and wasp needle, he hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, and said coldly: "Luoyang, you are a terrible genius, so you should die here." ”

Luoyang ignored the words of the watchman, stared at the heavenly sword, and returned to the rainy night of painting the sword again.

The ears are frustrated and melodious through the forest and beating the leaves, the slender green bamboo stands tall, and the sword in the pen is constantly changing, from crooked and oblique to slender and uniform, from complex to simple, from tangible to expressive...

I still remember the calm and smug when he put down the pen at the end, and I still remember the appearance of the last drawn sword, at that time his sword was far less flexible than it is now, he didn't know what swordsmanship, nor did he know what chaos Qinglian sword, and he didn't have an invincible, non-stoppable heavenly sword, only a sheathed wood sword, only the will that could cut off everything, and he was only good at a sword at that time.

Abandon defense, abandon change, abandon speed, abandon all swords.

"Oh, draw the sword...... It's a good Tibetan swordsmanship that hasn't been practiced at home, and drawing swordsmanship is not interesting. ”

Luoyang let go of the Heavenly Sword, reached out and held the appearance of the memory, and returned to his original appearance, and his heart was steady for no reason.

The sword is born from the heart, the heart is not sharp, even if you hold the invincible heavenly sword, there is something that will not stop chopping.

"Be careful, Kunlun's sword should not be underestimated!"

The watchman looked at Luoyang with his eyes closed, and had an inexplicable illusion that from the time he put down the sword, Luoyang's situation was even better.

"Understand, if you are angry, you will change later, then the Kunlun Patriarch is the pinnacle of the sword, even if you stand at the end of the world, if you want to kill us, it is just a thought. ”

"That's right, we can only survive by killing him, and if he doesn't die, we have to die!"

The green bamboo snake and the wasp needle transmitted the sound back and forth, the bright light flashed in their eyes, their fists were clenched, and they did not hide the majestic killing machine in their hearts, once they died, they didn't want to die, no matter what, Luoyang had to die!

"Up!"

The watchman nodded, took the lead in launching an offensive, his body changed left and right, and he appeared in front of Luoyang in between breaths, flicking his legs like a whip, and went straight to the door of Luoyang.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, the young man raised his sword and floated back, not waiting for the two green bamboo snakes to launch an offensive to take the lead, when the air turned like a butterfly, bypassing the watchman and passing through the two green bamboo snakes, stopping and standing, the last bit of cold of Sauvignon Blanc disappeared into the scabbard, and the two sharp swords carved into the night were extremely scorching.

"I'm sorry, I haven't used my sword like this for a long time, it's a little out of control......"

Luoyang turned around, raised his sword sideways, and the shoulders of the green bamboo snake and wasp needles burst out with red eyes and blood red, and the people couldn't help but widen their eyes, savoring Luoyang's words, turned over and took out a jade talisman, and retreated.

To tell the truth, he didn't see how Luoyang came out with the sword, this sword was too fast, it was very similar to the rumored verdict that the talents of the thirty-six counties of the prefecture couldn't raise their heads!

"Slash!"

The sound fell, Luoyang passed through the two of them again, stood still in front of the watchman, Sauvignon Blanc disappeared into the scabbard, the green bamboo snake and the wasp needle fell to the street at the same time, and the sword on the eyebrows cut off the vitality.

"This sword is faster than the conviction?"

The beater took a deep breath, interfered with Luoyang's thoughts in a loud voice, and secretly urged the talisman, so that he realized that he was in a state of selflessness and could go further on the road of seeking.

The black shadow flashed, Luoyang appeared behind the watchman, and looked for another sinner with Sauvignon Blanc, Ye Weiyang, since the name of swordsmanship is to judge crimes, you should cut off the sins here.

The half-shining jade talisman fell to the ground, and the watchman fell painfully while holding his neck, staring at the moonlight that was falling again, and opened his mouth, his godless eyes were full of remorse, life is like chess, how can he have no regrets? I thought it was the beginning of a good day, but I didn't expect it to be the end of a good day.

The clouds dispersed into the fragrance of flowers, a flat boat floated over Linzi, Qi Tianxiang leaned on the edge of the string with a smile, carrying a wine gourd, squinting a pair of drunken eyes, Luoyang cut not only a strong enemy tonight but also his can't let go, the apprentice has grown up, and he is a real sword cultivator, although the body bones are not very strong, but it is expected to be able to resist the whole world.

Luoyang's footsteps are slight, if there is a perception of the shadow of the boat looking at the sky, the smile will be hearty, the mountains are high and the forests are dense, the roads are complicated, everyone has the wrong time, fortunately, they can get lost at any time.

The sword is still the heavenly sword, but it is not the heavenly sword passed on to him by Luoyang in black, but the heavenly sword of Luoyang's own enlightenment, which is like two people watching the mountain, the circumstances are different, the mountains in their eyes are naturally very different, and the cultivation is not someone else's mountain, but their own mountain!

The Heavenly Sword hummed gently, the blade was even clearer, and it followed closely behind Luoyang, following Luoyang's body style, rising and falling in the air, and always staying in the position that Luoyang probe held in his hand.

Walking through the long street, turning the corner, Luoyang caught a glimpse of a small courtyard, looked at the hazy flame light in the house, and flew into the hospital.

"Luoyang, come in, the old man has been waiting for you for half an hour, the tea water is withdrawn again, and the old bones that are tossed are about to fall apart. ”

The sound fell, the door of the house opened, the thin old man guarded a brazier, scattered around a little paper money, the four walls of the house, two strands of white hair hanging down his shoulders, his face was full of ravines, and the light of wisdom was precipitated in his eyes.

"I've seen Han's seniors. ”

Luoyang respectfully hugged his fists and saluted, put away the Sauvignon Blanc, and hid the heavenly sword, the murderous spirit of the two swords was too heavy, and the old man Han was weak and couldn't stand the toss.

"Come in, sit casually, the things at home were sold a few days ago, Qi is poor, there is no money to fight, I am too old, I forgot to leave some money to buy firewood, I found that there was no firewood when cooking, I had to split the table at home, there was originally a chair, and I thought that you would come tonight, you are the benefactor of Qi country, I can't sit and talk to you, so I also split, you doll can not be surprised." ”

Old Man Han chattered endlessly, the brilliance in his eyes was changeable, sometimes there was a decisive battle against the water, sometimes there was a little luck, and finally a touch of grief flashed, and his eyes were red with emotion, Situ Lao Pifu was younger than him, but why did he go before him?

"The mountain is not high, there is a fairy name, in fact, Kunlun is almost the same as the predecessor's home, it is a good place, and the younger generation likes it very much. ”

Luoyang smiled in the sunshine, picked up some paper money and threw it into the brazier, but unfortunately Situ Tan did not have an afterlife, otherwise he would definitely be able to worship Kunlun, if a person like him cultivates a sword, he must also be a great sword immortal.

"Three things, the first thing, and the most important thing, someone in the court privately issued and secretly changed the holy decree, and the silence of the border of Qi and Qin so far must be the credit of Zhang Qin Doll, he is very smart but he is not enough to cultivate, I don't know how long it can last, you doll find a way to help him as soon as possible." ”

"Senior, don't worry, I will inform my sister to set off tomorrow, she is very strong in cultivation and can keep the border worry-free. ”

"Very good, the second thing is about you, you are a very good junior, there are many shadows of great people, I don't ask you to be good but please don't do evil, if you have a force, you will shine a little light, the world is very big, there are enough people, just need a little light from everyone to tear through this long dark night, you can do it?"

"Yes!"

Luoyang nodded, his eyes were firm, kindness is not a character but a choice, the sword comes from the heart, the heart is a demon heart, but there are chivalrous bones.

Han Lao nodded with satisfaction, laboriously took out a jade ring and put it in Luoyang's hand, and said weakly: "Don't worry, don't worry, the library pavilion, the Jiazi shelf, the Jiazi scroll ......"

Before the words were finished, the old man passed away suddenly, and the fireworks in the basin danced, reflecting on Han Lao's face, and his eyebrows were full of happiness.

"Senior, let's go!"

Luoyang knelt down, kowtowed respectfully, took over Han Lao's task, burned paper money, and temporarily put aside the idea of looking for that group of people, the light was near, but none of them survived the last dark night, they were all real people who promised the country with their bodies, and they should have been accompanied by someone at the end, and they should not be told to go alone.

"Mourning ......"

The Son of Heaven approached the house, looked at this ordinary old man who could no longer be ordinary, saluted respectfully, for the country and the people, with a clean breeze on his sleeves, only Haoran, although he was a god and Han Lao was a human, he could also bear this gift.

"Is there such a courtier in the Heavenly Palace?"

"No, the Heavenly Palace is a place where you only talk about rules and don't talk about feelings, you can pay as much as you get, life is very expensive, no god can do what he does, even if he is loyal. ”

"What about the Dragon City Flying General?

"The exception of the generals of the Twelve Cities, they do not belong to any forces, and their only task is to guard the Heavenly Palace...... As for the flying general, I heard my father say that he is a god who can die for his faith!"

"Heh, die for his faith, who does he believe, the Jade Emperor?"

"That's not the case, just like you are paranoid about the way of the sword, the twelve city generals all have their own beliefs, each of them is no worse than Qi Tianxiang, without them in those darkest days, there would be no current Heavenly Palace!"