When the battle was about to break out, a piercing cracking sound suddenly sounded in the stone room, the candlelight was windless and automatic, and Ou Que and the two of them followed the prestige at the same time, and the obsidian table that was solid in cold iron was slowly cracking around the thin palms of Qian Lingzi, and the murderous aura gradually filled the secret room.

Ou Que and Ni Yuzi were too frightened to move, and kept moving, staring at Qian Lingzi in horror.

After a long time, the flickering candle flame gradually calmed down, and the fierce killing machine dissipated, and Dan Yuzi and Ou Que sat on the stone chair slumped back and forth, their palms trembled, and cold sweat was all over their foreheads and backs.

"Now is not the time to break the boundary and take the sword, Ou Que, you stabilize the barrier for the time being, take this bone whistle, and if necessary, control the stinging bird to help you deal with the disciples who are close to the sword mound. ”

Qian Lingzi's voice was extremely hoarse and cold, he turned his hand and took out a bone whistle and put it on the table, tilted his head to face Ou Que, and the murderous intent loomed, with the intention of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots if he didn't agree with him.

Ou Que nodded, put away the bone whistle, lowered his head and hid his iron blue face, without saying a word.

Sensing Ou Que's nod, Chireiko turned to look at Niwako.

"Danyu, you go and contact the Immortal Alliance, the Flying Zombie Gate, the Demon Sect, the Yanhuang Mountain and other forces, and give them the Hidden Sword Returning to the Mountain Gate and the Nine Extremes and Seven Killing Spirit Sword Formation Diagrams of the Zhutian Jedi. ”

"Several generations of enmity, when this wall falls down and everyone pushes it, it is impossible for them not to be moved. ”

After a slight pause, Qian Lingzi took out another crystal clear flying feather and put it on the table.

"No matter from that rabbit cub, no matter which direction he comes back to Xuan Ce City, it is his only way, when you go down the mountain, give this to the eldest lady, and let her find a way to help us keep that kid in Xuan Ce City until the end of the Nine Veins Sword Discussion." ”

"Feather Order, is this price too great?" Dan Yuzi picked up the flying feather, reluctant to give up.

It's really not worth paying such a big price just to keep that little cub in Xuance City.

Qian Lingzi shook his head, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table, and the sound was like a winter wind and snow.

"If you want to give it up first, if you want to give it up first, there are three thousand feather orders, and there is only one divine sword!"

The chessboard falls, and one more piece is a variable.

Qianlingzi has a premonition in the dark, this flying feather order can't keep that kid, he and he will eventually meet in Kunlun Mountain, the dragon fights, and the death is endless!

Above the sea of clouds, Xianzhou flew very steadily, and was not affected by the battle in the Tianzi 16th cabin at all.

Luoyang calmly lifted his sword, wandered among the beasts and apes, drew his sword and slashed, cutting through the puppet and releasing all the thousand phantom mosquitoes hidden in it.

The sound of flapping wings was even worse, Luoyang turned his hand and took out a fire talisman, and without waiting for the raging mosquito swarm to attack, he struck first, and with a burst of spiritual power, scorching fireworks rose in the dim corridor, and the flames rushed into the sky, and all the thousand phantom mosquitoes were vaporized.

Luoyang was burned by the sudden fire, his mouth spit black smoke, coughed dryly, and his palms trembled and took out a purification charm and slapped it on his body.

The filth was gone, Luoyang exhaled deeply, refreshed for no reason, and walked to the bright light array in the corridor with the Sauvignon Blanc, waiting for the rabbit.

He believed that Niu Wu would come, the cultivators who transformed the mortals were not as good as the grandmaster cultivators, the gate of heaven was closed, and it was impossible to unite the inside and outside, the spiritual power stored in the acupoints in the body was limited, and the insects and beasts were unlimited, and the insect cultivators at this time were not afraid of any other type of monks.

The silence of the corridor did not last long, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near. Niu Wu hurriedly came, carrying a cigarette pouch, stopped fifteen steps in front of Luoyang, his honest smile was gone, his eyebrows and eyes were fierce and ruthless, staring at Luoyang's back, thinking about thousands of ways to concoct Luoyang.

This rabbit cub is really damned, those thousand phantom mosquitoes are his hard work for more than ten years!

"Fifteen steps, is it far enough?" Luo Yang slowly turned around, and the horizontal sword was on his chest, and his murderous aura was like numbness.

A trace of jealousy flashed in Niu Wu's eyes, and he subconsciously took a step back.

With this regression, Luoyang's figure had disappeared in the dim light, and the Sauvignon Blanc cut through the darkness of Yongdao, instantly slashing Niu Wu's neck.

The bells and drums on the top of Qiongxiao Mountain rang nine times in a row, and three shocking sword lights tore through the sky and fell into Qiongxiao Mountain.

Outside the Yuyu Palace, the sword light dissipated, and the three fairy swords of different styles were put into their sheaths, and the handsome woman and two men stood respectfully outside the Yuyu Palace, wearing white gold-patterned robes, and the ornaments on their chests were different.

The dazzling gold wooden door opened a line, and the young patriarch with black hair and a childish face, sword eyebrows and round eyes walked out of the palace, looking at the distant sky and silent.

The three peak masters exchanged glances with each other for a moment, and finally Fang Jingqi took a step forward, bowed down, and asked unhurriedly, "Ancestor?"

The young patriarch withdrew his gaze, and his eyebrows were filled with indescribable joy, "Jingqi, you send a few more handymen to clean up Yunfeng, I have to go out." ”

"Yes. ”

Fang Jingqi returned to his original position and fell silent, cherishing words like gold.

The Lord of Feiyu Mountain frowned, wanting to ask something, but he had some scruples, hesitated for a moment, and when he made up his mind, the young patriarch had disappeared in front of the hall.

The scholar-like Shangling Peak Lord chuckled, played with the black and white in his hand, and looked at the direction that the young patriarch had just looked, thoughtfully.

Senior Sister was worried, Fang Jingqi chuckled and explained: "Qingrou, don't worry, I think it should be the descendants of the little uncle who have returned, otherwise the ancestor will not go to pick it up in person, I don't believe you ask Senior Brother Qinyue." ”

The scholar-like Shangling Peak Lord nodded, and threw the black and white son to Fang Jingqi, "Those three families have not stopped recently, and the junior brother is afraid that he has collided with the people of those three families, but I don't know which one?"

"It's not Qianling Mountain, the sword and sword cultivator under the grandmaster meets the insect cultivator, and if you don't have to fight, you will suffer a big loss if you are not careful. ”

Fang Jingqi took over the conversation, grinning, no matter how he looked at it, he was a little gloating.

Li Qinyue pursed her lips, also gloating.

"Don't say it, the ancestor has gone, it may really be from Qianling Mountain. ”

......

The lonely cliff is a thousand, the sea of clouds is boundless, the flying flowers are sweeping, and the sky is full of beauty.

The old man Qi who was sitting on the craggy and strange stone was a little drunk, holding a wine gourd in his arms, and there were two girls practicing swords in his drunken eyes, one belonged to the past, and the other existed in the present.

Things are not people, time has passed, this layer of mountains and mountains has not changed, but she is no more...... Nan Yatou is really similar to her, whether it is a thief's eyebrow or a laziness in a different way.

"Pay attention to the angle and height, miss the slightest centimeter, the difference is thousands of miles!"

"I don't need you to say it, I've been practicing this sword-breaking technique for eight years, and I know it in my heart. ”

"Luoyang is the first sword immortal in the future, with a sword in hand, the Six Realms are invincible!"

"That's why you told me to practice this trick for eight years?"

"To be invincible is to be ruthless, and to be ruthless is to make mistakes. Old man Qi looked at the sea of clouds and flying flowers meaningfully, and was distracted for a long time, and continued: "He is my apprentice and Kunlun's junior uncle, so he can't follow my old path." ”

Nanno pursed his lips, reined in his mind and became serious, the movement of each sword was exactly the same, impeccable.

She loves Luoyang and is willing to do these things for him that she is not willing to do.

The tranquility and tranquility of the cliff were broken by a thunderclap, the wind was blowing, the beautiful sky was darkened, the thick sea of clouds was pressed very low, and the blood-red arc was beating in the ink clouds.