The golden electric light swept across the mountain, and between the roaring explosions, Qianlingzi kept retreating, and the three flowers on the top shone brightly, decomposing and tearing apart the electric light of the thickness of the bucket.

The lightning fell, and Luoyang, who was ready to attack, rushed forward, not giving Qian Lingzi the slightest respite, Sauvignon Blanc, the sword scabbard rotated back and forth, the sword style changed quickly and slowly, the rigid and soft rotation, the invisible sword qi circled around the body, and the few stumps and broken leaves that inadvertently floated were cut and shattered in an instant.

"Split Sky and Stacked Clouds!"

Qian Lingzi took a deep breath, stepped forward with his sword, and the Qianji Sword swirled lightly and quickly, stirring endless clouds and mist between the rigid and soft changes of the sword body, and the majestic sword qi was hidden in it.

Luoyang rushed into the clouds, Sauvignon Blanc took away the Qianji Sword, swung the scabbard, and the Qianlingzi Imperial Sword entangled the Sauvignon Blanc, urging the Cloud and Mist Sword to surging and strangled.

The two staggered, countless blood flowers collapsed around Luoyang, the robe was dyed bright red, Qian Lingzi took three steps back, the human flowers quietly dissipated, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Boy, if I'm not mistaken, these two Yi Dust Sword Dao are the mastery of the Dao Sect. ”

Luoyang nodded, urging Mo Yan to heal his injuries, staring at the heaven and earth double flowers of Qianlingzi, the human flower has been extinguished, and it must be Qianlingzi who dies if he fights again.

"Hahahaha, the time is really terrible, the cultivation of the hidden sword is not Ling Xiao Open Heaven Sword Dao, what happened to Qi Tianxiang? Scared? I know that I am dying, so I want to get lost, I don't want you to follow in his footsteps?"

"Learn more and use more, who told you that I didn't cultivate the Lingxiao Open Heaven Sword Dao?"

Luoyang chuckled and looked at Qian Lingzi, the golden sword wrapped around the Sauvignon Blanc turned into pure forest white, sharp and unparalleled, and cut Luoyang's palm before the sword hurt the enemy.

Qian Lingzi was stunned for a moment, then hooked the corners of his mouth, and laughed: "Luoyang, I have always looked up to you, but I didn't expect to underestimate you in the end, Jiuyou Dao, Liangyi Dust Sword, Lingxiao Open Heaven Sword, three fellow practitioners, mutual understanding, Luoyang, you are really jealous!"

The admiration fell, Qian Lingzi suddenly launched an offensive, Luoyang bullied at the same time to catch up, the sword blades collided, and the clanging sound did not fall for a long time.

Attacking each other with hundreds of moves, Qianlingzi took a step back, Qianji Sword locked Sauvignon Blanc, raised his fist after resisting Luoyang's sword, exhaled, and shouted: "Four Elephants are empty!"

Mingguang tore the earth, stone and ancient trees, Luoyang flew out upside down, and the inverted Sauvignon Blanc was inserted into the ground, and it was only after sliding through dozens of bluestones that he could stabilize his body, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, the clothes behind him were shattered by the strength, and the fist prints on his chest were clearly visible.

"You are a genius, but I'm not bad, a fist is a fist, a man, how can you not learn boxing?"

The twin flowers of heaven and earth fluttered gently, Qian Lingzi raised his hand and waved away the gray in front of him, staring at Luoyang with those scarlet eyes, his left fist clenched, and he shouted at the ugly face of the genius sword cultivator.

"Get up, Luoyang, stand up, I won't allow you to fall like this, I haven't had enough of it!"

Luoyang got up silently, and before he could stand up straight, Qian Lingzi threw another punch, the fist was violent, as fast as a meteor, Luoyang couldn't avoid it, so he had to raise his sword to block it in front of him.

There was a sonorous sword chant on the trail, Luoyang flew into the mountains and forests, broke two or three ancient trees and rushed out with a low roar, Sauvignon Blanc stabbed forward, the sword pierced through the clouds, the scabbard was hidden, ready to go.

"Withered Funeral Flowers!"

Qian Lingzi rotated the Qianji Sword, entangled the Sauvignon Blanc, and then threw Luoyang high, raising his fist and slamming into the slashing scabbard.

The fist sheath intersected, and there was a roar, and the golden sword qi was gradually suppressed by the fist strength, Luoyang narrowed his eyes, the hidden potential on the sheath burst out, and the sword qi ran through the fist strength, Qian Lingzi took three steps back, spit out a mouthful of blood and deceived himself again......

Long Xiang raised the dragon halberd in front of him, and watched the two afterimages from the rugged path into the dense forest, Luoyang and Qian Lingzi's movements were too fast for him to participate in them at all.

The swords in the forest are staggered from east to west, Sauvignon Blanc and Qianji swords are constantly colliding and staggering, and their clothes are gradually dyed bright red.

Su Ling Qianshu, the dawn of the stars sinks, and the lightfall Luofu ......

The Thousand Machine Sword swung rapidly, and Qian Lingzi slashed down more than a dozen swords in an instant, the sword style was changeable, and the power was unpredictable.

Luoyang replaced the sword with a sheath, the double swords waved unhurriedly, the hidden swordsmanship and the sword drawing technique changed their tricks, blocking left and right, retreating and killing, the spiritual power gradually dried up, and after fighting with Qian Lingzi for dozens of swords, he was caught in the air attack, and watched Qian Lingzi's fist chisel through the sword qi and bombarded his chest.

The earth collapsed, dozens of ancient trees fell in rows, Luoyang flew out of the jungle, Long Xiang, who had been prepared, flew to hold the little uncle, turned over and inserted the dragon halberd into the earth, the body continued to retreat, the dragon halberd broke through countless stone steps, and flew back nearly 100 steps all the way to stabilize the body.

"Su Su Whisk River!"

Qian Lingzi was unforgiving, urging the instantaneous shadow step to jump out of the mountain forest in the blink of an eye, Qingfeng cut horizontally, and the sword light like a waterfall fell in the air, sweeping the messy Dongshan path, and the ghost eyes of Shura were full of decisive killing intent.

Luoyang tilted his head to look at Long Xiang, whose body was trembling, erected Sauvignon Blanc high, and tried his best to run the Lingxiao Open Heaven Sword Technique, the two plain white streamers collided together, and the sound of Jin Ge was deafening, Luoyang rolled and fell into the deep forest, and Long Xiang, who was affected by the aftermath of the sword qi, flew high, scattered in the forest with his armor, and stopped after breaking two or three ancient trees.

Qian Lingzi looked at Luoyang, which was covered in blood, the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil smile, and he walked into the deep forest with the Qianji Sword, and the blood on the blade of the sword slowly dripped on the broken bluestone steps.

Seeing Qian Lingzi walking towards him, Long Xiang raised his hand to wipe the bright red on his lips with great effort, and was kicked away by Qian Lingzi as soon as he wanted to get up.

The sound of bones breaking was extremely harsh in the silence of the mountain forest, and Long Xiang rolled down the cliff, clutching his kicked shoulder, the green tendons on his forehead kept beating, and although it was painful, he let out a few muffled snorts.

"Listen to people's persuasion, eat a full meal, just tell you to go, you don't go, don't blame the old man's subordinates for being ruthless now, remember to learn to judge the situation in the next life. ”

Qian Lingzi approached and whispered, his voice was extremely hoarse, and his probe would grab Long Xiang's calf, his eyes jumped with a fierce light, dragging him slowly towards Luoyang, the thousand machine sword in his palm was like a spiritual snake, stabbing Long Xiang's flesh and blood from time to time, dyeing a blood path out of thin air.

In the depths of the dense forest, Luoyang, who was sitting on the edge of the broken wood, struggled to get up, and Mo Yan lost a lot of spiritual power to repair his injuries, his strength was empty, and the light Sauvignon Blanc looked extremely heavy.

The sound of breaking the air came, and Qian Lingzi threw Long Xiang towards Luoyang.

Luoyang Fei hugged the bloody man with open skin and flesh into his arms, his sword eyebrows frowned, his palms trembled constantly, and his mind was blank.

"Run, run, little uncle, run ......"

Long Xiang squeezed out a smile at Luoyang, and kept muttering softly, his vision becoming more and more blurred.

West Lake Lingyin Temple, the new entry of the small sand casually knocked on the wooden fish, speculating in his heart at this time of the Kunlun situation, the five gates around the mountain, the tripartite plot, the nine veins of the sword must be very exciting, but it is a pity that he wants to destroy the Lingyin Temple, can not witness the magnificence of the ancient road treasure, it is a pity.

Thinking that the little novice had no intention of chanting the scriptures, he shook his head and sighed from time to time, and the sound of the courteous wooden fish also stopped.

"Enlightenment, all laws are empty, holding is suffering, it is better to let go, let go. The old monk in front of the golden elephant of Shakyamuni opened his eyes, clenched the prayer beads in his hand, and crossed others and himself, hoping that his disciples could understand why the Dharma name was enlightened as soon as possible.

"Master, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, you have ever seen color, you have never held it, why talk about putting it down? ”

"How do you know that the teacher has never held it, and it was ...... back then"

"Enough!, I don't want to play anymore, look at the tricks!"

Xiao Shami snorted coldly and turned over and jumped up, his body changed to Zhuo Heng's appearance, he stepped and flipped his palm, and the two evil ghosts opened their fangs and gnawed at the flesh and blood of the old monk's back.

The old monk's white eyebrows were frowned, his palms were folded, and his body was surrounded by golden light, and the evil ghost turned into ashes before he could get close.

Getting up and walking, the old monk stared at Zhuo Heng's bloody eyes, scolded coldly, and said: "Obsessed, the evil roots are deep, and the words cannot be taught, don't blame the teacher for sticking!"

After saying that, the old monk raised his palm, and thousands of Buddha lights converged in the palm of his hand, shaping it into a vajra demon pestle, which was bright and bright, and Zhuo Heng couldn't open his eyes.

"Okay! Hurry up, if you don't make a move, the master will die, the master is dead, who will take you to find the Fengyi Oiran?"

Zhuo Hengda shouted and ran to the outside of the hall, the sloppy fat monk flew into the courtyard, his eyes were scarlet, and the black mist in his palm also turned into a demon pestle, the double pestle collided, the temple exploded thunder, and the knowledge of the heart to keep his hand flew upside down, knocked down the golden Buddha in the hall, spit blood, and was buried by the collapsed temple.

"Tsk, this demon pestle tastes good, you know, you can ask, can he put it down?"

Zhizhi struggled to climb out of the ruins, looked at the bloody eyes of his junior brother, his eyes were full of pity, and he gently persuaded: "Amitabha, you have a junior brother, the sea of suffering is endless, and you will turn back to the shore!"

"I am already on the other side, the world is suffering, the Buddha can't save me, only I can save me!"

Crazy and slapped a palm again, the dazzling golden handprint fell in the air, and was killed by a sword before he got close, a flat boat broke through the sea of clouds, Qi Tianxiang carried a wine jug, and looked at the temple full of mess with a smile.