The sunset on the lakeside, the flowers are abundant in late spring.

The green bricks and blue tiles, the carved railings and the accomodations, the sound of drums lingering in the meantime; the green silk man dances, the wine is mellow and fragrant, the clouds are drunk into the sunset, and the sky is unique.

Stopping the wine and watching the smoke waves, the sword eyebrows of the young man in white who had been pressing for several months finally stretched, the corners of his mouth were lightly hooked, Danfeng's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and he raised a glass by the window to smell the flowers, which was as quiet as water, warm as jade.

Tired birds cried softly, and the swordsmen and high-rollers sat down at the adjacent table, gulping wine and meat, and chatting about hearsay anecdotes in their spare time.

"Have you heard? Yama rebelled out of the underworld and killed the Tuotian Ghost Emperor!"

"How is it possible? Brother Tai Mo wants to laugh, the Elephant Star is a god, the strength of the First Apostle is undoubted, but he is too young, but he is in the mortal realm, can he hurt the Elephant Star cultivator in the slightest?"

"That's it, he Wei Laoba will brag! I don't want to think about it, this Tuotian Ghost Emperor is the future Emperor of the Underworld, why would Yama kill his own emperor?"

"Hey, brother, you don't know this, I heard that Yama is a human race, not a ghost!"

"Terran, since the Qi Tian Sword Immortal, the Sword Terran has been defeated for thousands of years, how can the Terran Race suppress the talents of the thirty-six counties of the underworld?"

Everyone sighed, and was about to raise a glass to drink, and there was a sudden sound of wind and thunder outside the building, startling a tree and a bird.

The young man in white put down his wine glass, tilted his head to look, and saw a rainbow light sweeping across the sky, as fast as electricity, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived outside Qingyang Tower.

The black-clothed cultivator pulled the girl in the emerald skirt to stand quietly above the glow, her thick eyebrows were tightly locked, her eyes were cold, condescending, and she looked down at the high-roller swordsman in the building unscrupulously.

The wealthy shopkeeper hurriedly went upstairs, glanced at his daughter in the glow, knelt down in fear, and stammered: "Grass...... Grass Folk Meng Fan, I've seen the Immortal Chief!"

The cultivator did not reply, but turned to the girl who was constantly snorting behind her: "Wan'er, quickly go and take the supreme sword diagram in your mouth and give it to the teacher." People and immortals are separated, don't procrastinate, force your teacher to cut off your father and brother's lives before you are willing to break off the red dust and evil fate!"

The girl nodded, with tears in her eyes, moved her steps and jumped into the building, and quickly ran to the table of the young man in white, her voice hoarse, calling again and again.

"Brother Luoyang, Brother Luoyang, I don't want to leave you! Wan'er doesn't want to leave you!"

Poured himself a drink, the self-satisfied young man was stunned, put down the wine glass, and looked at the girl curiously, he returned from the underworld, alone, when did he have a sister?

Seeing Luoyang's incomprehensible look, Meng Wan'er became even more anxious, and kept giving Luoyang a look, with hope in her eyes.

The heroes in the building are more famous, and they are reckless on both sides. This young man who slays the demon wolf with a wooden sword is her last hope.

Her father has no children under her knees, and if she leaves the old man and is lonely and alone, she doesn't want to leave home to practice, let alone have a master who forces her father's life.

"If you don't want to leave, then you won't leave. ”

Putting down a glass of wine, Luoyang got up and lifted the wooden sword on the table to protect the girl behind him, Xu was slightly drunk, he couldn't remember the identity of the girl after all, but this did not affect him to be more "nosy".

If something is uneven, there will be a chivalrous sword. Luoyang can't see death and not save it, that's not his rivers and lakes.

The black-clothed cultivator glanced at the wooden sword, couldn't help but sneer, raised his eyebrows and agitated the spiritual power between the acupoints, and exhaled and spoke, "The vertical son is rude! Why don't you kneel when you see the immortals?"

The sound was like thunder, shocking Xiao Sweat, the people all over the city, and the heroes in the building threw themselves to the ground, trembling, and breathing very hard.

What's more, he secretly glared at Luoyang, blaming him for being nosy and ignorant of current affairs.

Immortals are high above, they can call for wind and fire, lead thunder and lightning, move mountains and boil the sea, and slaughter a city at every turn.

Everyone knelt, but Luoyang stood proudly, looked at the cultivator outside the window, and asked in a cold voice:

"The strong are angry, draw their swords against the stronger, and the weak are angry, draw their swords against the weaker. If you are worthy of being an immortal like you who show your strength by oppressing the common people, what should those sages who fight for the death and life of the human race fight against gods, demons, and demons to be called?"

"Immortal, are you worthy?"

The cultivator's eyes shrank, and he gritted his teeth and slapped out a five-thunder talisman, intending to directly bombard Luoyang to follow suit.

The purple lightning tore through the sky, and the heroes buried their bodies one after another, for fear of harming the pond fish. Luoyang did not retreat but advanced, and did not see the sword drawn but there was a sword qi in the air, first shattering the electric light and then cutting the cultivator off the rainbow light.

With a wail, the cultivator collapsed downstairs, dead.

Looking around the building, Luoyang couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, sat down and continued to drink. Selfish and stingy, everyone is for themselves, don't say that people are not as good as ghosts.

Meng Fan pulled Meng Wan'er to kneel in front of Luoyang and said, "Thank you for the grace of the immortals to save your life!"

After drinking the wine, Luoyang poured the wine and said, "I'm just a useless sword cultivator, not worthy of the word immortal." ”

"Benefactor, the grace of saving lives cannot be repaid, Meng Fan is willing to set up a longevity card for his benefactor, incense continues, and prays for blessings every day. ”

"It's good to have a heart, the help you need in return is called a transaction, I'm just helping you. The young man said in a loud voice, took out a piece of gold and put it on the table, "Blessing is incomparable, disaster is not a one-way street, if there is any trouble, go to the bamboo forest in the south of the city to find me." ”

Meng Fan bowed again, and when he looked up, there was no teenager in the building.

Meng Wan'er carefully helped Meng Fan to get up, staring at the position where the young man was sitting, her eyes were full of sorrow, and the meaning of sadness was even worse, and she sighed casually: "The daughter has nowhere to buy chivalrous bones, and the years are empty." ”

How can such a teenager belong to her?

Seeing Luoyang walking away, the heroes rushed out of the window. After the hustle and bustle, the people in the city also fled from Beihai City one after another, and it was better to leave their hometown than to be ruined.

A pot of wine between flowers, raise a glass and sigh alone.

Luoyang carried a wooden sword, tasted the bitter wine among the flowers, and wandered leisurely in the deep forest. The sound of the night owl, the moonlight is shining, and it seems that it is not easy to be free, but it is actually full of sorrow.

The gap in the outer realm was opened, and the old line retreated, and the two realms of the mountain left the new line to defend the gap, first cut off the logistics and then launched a sneak attack, and attacked Mo Qi, Hao Li, and Qian Mu before and after...... All 3,800 brothers died, but only he Luoyang survived.

Everyone is dead, does it really make sense for him to kill the Tuotian Ghost Emperor to take revenge?

The fragrance of flowers gathers and scatters the green waves, and the night is hidden in the stars and clouds. The insects chirped intermittently, the green leaves were rustling, and a shocking chord suddenly exploded in the depths of the secluded forest.

The arrows are as dense as rain, like meteors, piercing the forest and beating the leaves, murderous like hemp, and the material is steep in late spring.

Luoyang suddenly opened his drunken eyes, laughed and threw the wine jug high, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and the sword qi condensed frost, like the snow of Sanjiu winter swept the sky, cutting off the rain of arrows in the sky.

"Brothers, respectfully!"

Put away the sword and return it to the sheath, turn over and catch the wine jug, Luoyang looked up to the sky and drank it bitterly, threw the wine jug on the ground, and rushed into the enemy formation alone with a low roar.

"Kill, kill, kill, no matter the cost!"

The apostle wearing the face of the cuttlefish ghost shouted loudly, but when he turned back, he found that Luoyang had disappeared under the mottled blood moon, silent, like a ghost.

"Dust is like a tide, people are like water, only sigh a few people back in the rivers and lakes. ”

The sound of desolate recitation echoed in the forest, and Luoyang appeared in front of the cuttlefish like a ghost, and before the cuttlefish raised its long sword, it slashed out a bleak sword aura.

The broken cuttlefish ghost face fell under the tree, and the apostle Qingying broke through the shadow of the tree, bullied up, and slashed at Luoyang's neck with a knife.

The cold light cut through the afterimage that Luoyang deliberately left, and the plain white knife qi was unabated, and it was drowned in the dust and leaves after smashing several ancient trees in a row.

With a flash of light, the green warbler turned around and looked back, the white figure was constantly changing positions in the deep night, the figure was chaotic, the wooden sword was slashing and stabbing in circles, and thousands of sword qi were crisscrossing the field.

The ghost face was broken one after another, the leaves of the tree were broken, the white shadow was instantaneous, and the green warbler covered his neck and planted the branches, watching the young man lift his sword and go away.

I only saw the shadow of the sword, but I didn't see the body of the sword. Yama was convicted of sin, and he died with a sword.

Thinking about it, only this sword that pursues fast, accurate, ruthless, and limitless can slay the ghost emperor, and the talents of the thirty-six counties who can be suppressed can't raise their heads for three years.

Outside the rivers and mountains in the west of Beihai City, the nameless hill is silent under the lonely moon on a cold day.

The old man sitting in the deep forest suddenly opened his eyes, smashed the broken jade talisman in his hand, and the Xuanchen glow in the hole came out of his body, drawing the thunder god star behind the old man.

The ground thundered, the violent energy swayed in a moment, the earth shook the mountains, the birds frightened, the beasts ran, the ancient trees hugged by several people fell one after another, the rotten leaves flew, and the roar shook the ink clouds in the sky.

"Fan Yu, Hua Zhu, and Qing Ju, the three of you will take the Cloud Thunder Purple Prison Formation to Beihai City to arrest the thief, and the old man will pluck his skin and cramp to comfort the soul of the disciple in the sky!"

"Obey the teacher's orders!"

With a light roar, three rays of light swept out of the deep forest back and forth, heading towards Beihai City.