Meng Wan'er followed the crowd quietly, and was pulled into the ground by Song Zidie after covering her mouth after taking a few steps.

"Senior Sister Wan'er, it's me, Ziqian, and they are all controlled by Jiang Luo, you and I will leave first and then think about it in the long run, carefully cover up your breath, don't make a noise. ”

Meng Wan'er nodded, feeling the plain hand covering her mouth leave, she groaned slightly, and asked softly, "Why does Jiang Luo want to control the senior brothers? What should we do next......? Are you going to kill him?"

Song Zidie controlled the light to swim underground, shaking her head slightly, her tone revealing hesitation and uncertainty.

"Let's wait and see what happens, and ...... And I feel that Jiang Luo is also controlled, as for who controls Jiang Luo, I don't know. ”

Saying that, Song Zidie took Meng Wan'er out of the ground, looked around, and just wanted to urge the Escape Light Talisman to go to Lingxiao Peak, the three beginners suddenly rushed out of the jungle, stabbed and slashed with their swords, and took the eyebrows and chests of the two women, and shot ruthlessly and mercilessly.

"Be careful!"

Meng Wan'er snorted softly and knocked Song Zidie away, took out two or three talismans, looked at the same door with pale eyes, gritted her teeth and urged the fire talisman to blast towards the earth.

The orange-red flames swept up, and the three beginners were shocked and flew out a few steps, holding their swords to stabilize their figures, squinting at the two women in the dust, ignoring the fire, and rushing forward again.

"Let's go. Song Zidie reached out and grabbed Meng Wan'er, urging the Escape Light Talisman to sweep towards the top of Lingxiao Peak.

The long sword fell short, and the beginner raised his head to look at the light that crossed the void, urging the talisman back and forth, riding the clouds and mist, and chasing after him.

"Ziqing thunder, hurry!"

"Scorching Flow, Sickness!"

"Ice condensation, hurry!"

The puppet-like edict echoed in the sky, the purple, red, and white runes were dazzling, Meng Wan'er looked at the approaching Lingxiao Peak, reached out and took out the talisman, the spiritual power urged, and opened the mouth of the edict, "Golden light talisman, hurry!"

Thunder, flames, and frost collided on the condensed golden light back and forth, and the four rune lights dissipated their brilliance at the same time, Meng Wan'er threw away the broken jade talisman in her hand, looked around at the surrounding void, and then took the mirage talisman, urging the edict, and the talisman turned into a white cloud, hiding a large scene.

Song Zidie secretly applauded, accelerated towards Lingxiao Peak, before getting closer, the silent void rippled, and the two women, who had no time to dodge, rushed straight into the artificially opened void passage, and the prosperous and grotesque peaks in the middle of the mountain came into view.

"Flowing clouds and Xunfeng!"

Two puppet disciples covered, one person carried the talisman, the verdant wind swept away the fog, and there were two female figures in the empty void space.

"Jiang Luo", who was sitting cross-legged on the wall, hooked the corners of his mouth, withdrew the three puppet disciples, and his divine sense swept over the five immortal peaks, but he didn't find the slightest trace of the two women, and couldn't help but laugh softly, "The boundary breaking charm is still looking for the god rune, or is it unwilling to be lonely when you settle down?"

The supported retreat light passed through the nested void, coiled around a few times outside the Cloud Gathering Peak, and saw that the spiritual power was exhausted, and had to fall into the Cloud Gathering Peak.

The breath of the bleak and silent mountain forest can be heard, the two women raised their swords and looked around, only to see the boundless fallen leaves, the ground was full of panic, the desolate twilight made people feel empathy, and the chest was stuffy, as if a boulder had been pressed, and they couldn't breathe.

"Senior sister, where did you fly here?"

Meng Wan'er raised her sword in front of her, her eyebrows were frowned, and the uneasiness was written on her face, such a dense forest couldn't help but remind her of the night when the wolves were around, the same quiet, the same murderous lurking.

Song Zidie smiled bitterly and shook her head, took out a talisman and handed it to Meng Wan'er, tilted her head to look at the ground, and signaled silently.

Meng Wan'er nodded, as soon as she took the talisman, there was a sound of footsteps in the forest, and the person who came to the front of her in the middle of her breath, looked at the two girls curiously, scratched the back of her head, her face was slightly red, and the sound was transmitted into the secret.

"Two junior sisters, in Xia Lin Mu, this is Qiyun Peak, and it is the family teacher who saved you, don't worry. ”

"Cloud Peak ......"

Meng Wan'er muttered softly, seriously thinking about this familiar name, and before long, a gleam flashed in her eyes, remembering the rumors of this mountain.

Jiyun Peak belongs to the three peaks of Zhangjian, but it is similar to the situation of the three peaks of the sword, suffered heavy losses in the battle of defending the mountain, the peak master settled and died, his wife and daughter were killed, and the son did not even leave dead bones, most of the nine thousand children in the mountain also died, and most of the remaining small ones were seriously injured, and none of them waited for the day when the mountain gate was reopened......

Thinking of this, Meng Wan'er looked up at the brocade-clothed young man in the forest, and felt a lot of feelings in her heart.

Carrying the sustenance of the dead, with the determination of the last person left to live and die with Kunlun, what is this kind of payment for? Is this kind of payment really worth it?

"For the sake of faith, it's worth it!" Lin Mu replied to Meng Wan'er's thoughts, a trace of shock flashed in the girl's eyes, and the young man hurriedly transmitted the voice again, saying, "That...... I'm sorry, but please take your own leave and say goodbye under it. ”

With that, the young man left in a hurry, his body flickered, and he disappeared into the dense forest in the blink of an eye, as if he had done something wrong.

The two women looked at each other, hid their faces and chuckled one after another, sat in the forest back and forth, looked at the dome of the formation projection, looked at the dead leaf butterflies dancing wildly, and felt that there didn't seem to be such a dead silence here.

Falling leaves turned into green leaves, bleak to prosperous, Lin Mu's footsteps hurriedly appeared in the bamboo house by the pool, bowed slightly, did not wait for the sound, the wooden door that had been closed for hundreds of years opened, and the energetic crane-haired old man walked out of the house, looked at the little apprentice who was turning in tears, and teased: "What, was it bullied by the girls in the forest or didn't you want the master to get out?"

Lin Mu ignored the master's teasing, and knelt down with a gesture, tears of joy could not stop falling. Love sword from the heart, what he is most afraid of is to rest on his laurels and draw the ground as a prison, the master can come out of the house, he is really happy.

In the middle of the moon, a few flowing clouds dyed red by the moonlight floated by, two or three crows chirped, like a flock of blazing fire crows swept past the brightly lit magic capital.

Shocked by the shadow of the crow, Nan Nuo withdrew his gaze from the stars, got up to block Luoyang behind him, his willow eyebrows tightened slightly, and he looked directly at the rich old man standing in the group of fire crows, and before he could speak, the surrounding space moved abruptly, and when he returned to his senses, he had come to the Moon Palace from the holy mountain.

Luoyang looked at the Invitation Moon Palace, saw that Nan Nuo was unharmed, closed his eyes and looked at the ordinary rich old man, and before he could speak, he heard the old man say coldly: "This is the Demon Realm, not the place where the human race should stay, originally I wanted to kill you, but I will give you a chance to defeat Li Fan and join the temple in that girl's share, and I will no longer be difficult for you." ”

When the words fell, the young man dressed in black jumped down the holy mountain, lifted the wooden sword in his hand, shook the hilt of the sword wrapped with thorns in front of Luoyang's eyes, and said awe-inspiringly: "Everything is not easy to come by, it is the rule of my demon world to fight with a thorn sword, if you don't dare, just speak." ”

"You're a sword-talker, please. Luoyang turned his hand sideways, his expression was calm, he didn't care what Jing Jian was, anyway, as long as he had a sword, he couldn't lose.

Everything was right in the middle, Li Fan's eyes flashed with triumph, threw out the carefully prepared wooden sword, stared at Luoyang's eyebrows, and looked forward to his stunned expression of pain.

Luoyang saw everything in his eyes, took the wooden sword with a chuckle, endured the scorching pain from his palm, his eyes did not blink, and he seemed to be holding a smooth wooden stick.

"Fight!"

didn't see what he wanted to see, Li Fan spit out a word in a low voice, and stabbed Luoyang in the neck with his sword, mercilessly, eager to break the human race in front of him.

If there is no human race, Nanno should be his, as long as the plan is right, the Demon Emperor will also be his, all because this humble human race has become a mirror, you don't break your bones, who will break your bones?

Luoyang secretly noted Li Fan's speed, and tentatively slashed at Li Fan's wooden sword with his sword, wondering about the difference in strength between himself and Li Fan.

The two swords collided, Luoyang's sword swung outward like a flutter in the wind, Li Fan sneered and stabbed straight with his sword, looking at the Terran boy who was in a trance, thinking that the victory and defeat had been divided.

The wooden sword was three inches closer, Luoyang turned around and floated to the right side of Li Fan, and when the two of them staggered, he turned around and slashed out a sword.

Although Li Fan was stunned by Luoyang's swordsmanship, he did not dodge or dodge, he smiled and urged his spiritual power, and a red light suddenly flashed on his body, and the sword that Luoyang slashed out with all his strength failed to hurt Li Fan in the slightest, but the wooden sword was shocked out of countless cracks.

"Your sword is very fast, but it's a pity that your meridians are broken, you are a waste person, how can a waste person's sword hurt me a bit?"

"This sword makes you, the next sword defeats you!"

Luoyang looked at the pale and cold palm, looking at the broken sword full of cracks, being at a disadvantage, but there was no intention of retreating, there was no panic, frustration and uneasiness in his eyes, only fighting spirit, unyielding and self-confidence.

He can still move, he still has a sword in his hand, there is no reason to bow his head, and there is no reason to admit defeat.

"Oh, please be merciful, don't kill me, waste!"

Li Fan raised the wooden sword little by little in front of Luoyang, and a violent demonic aura rose all over his body, the red mangs wrapped the wooden sword, and the three-zhang crimson sword light stretched across the sky, with supreme coercion, and had the potential to open the mountain.

Luoyang did not retreat, but took a step forward against Li Fan's sword qi, the demon clan is fearless, and has always been freewheeling, Luoyang is afraid that Nan Nuo will attack the temple because of him, afraid that Nan Nuo will become an enemy with his relatives, and afraid that Nan Nuo will do stupid things for him, so he has never wanted to win so much for a moment.

The sword is born because of the sword, and if you have a sword in your hand at this moment, you should have power in your heart.