The snow and ice are light, and the mountain breeze is dull and cold.

Luoyang took two steps back unhurriedly, staring at the palm of the wooden daoren, his narrowed eyes widened suddenly, and a ray of cold light was released.

A type of moon flash, the heavenly sword cross-cutting, bringing up the sky of flying snow like a huge wave.

"Scatter!"

As he spoke, the plain white waves scattered into a flood of light, and the wooden man took a deep breath, letting the cold fill his entire chest, and the old heart regained its vitality again, as if it was on the verge of drumming in the final song, becoming more and more rapid and powerful.

Luoyang stared at the thin body of the Mudao people, the invisible power gradually spread, like a newly sprouted seed, with the rain and spring breeze gradually growing crazy, standing up to the sky, every emerald green leaf is close to the wisps of clouds.

"Luoyang, you are a very good junior, there is still a long way to go in the future, there is no need to get involved in the entanglement of our group of old guys, the last chance, retreat!"

"Retreat? When the enemy encounters the enemy, the sword will be shown, the person can die, the sword can die, only forward, not backward!"

Luoyang strode forward with the Heavenly Sword in his hand, the plain white sword arc shining in the air, colliding with the almost nothingness of power, and the scattered energy annihilated everything around him.

"End it as soon as possible, your body has not experienced feathering and ascension after all, and the collision with this level of power is not enough to support it for too long!"

The gentle voice sounded in Luoyang's ears, and the indifferent eyes were a little rippling, and at that moment Luoyang saw Chen Yu, and couldn't help but whisper: "Mother......"

In the illusory light and shadow, Chen Yu turned around and looked at Luoyang, the corners of his beautiful lips slowly hooked, warm and quiet.

A drop of clear water fell, the scene of Luoyang's intoxication dispersed, and the palm of the wooden road man continued to enlarge, turning into a mountain and pressing on Luoyang.

Luoyang watched the Mudao people pass by, raised his head unwillingly, and the dim bright light rose into the air, cutting the handprint into an endless streamer.

This sword is born for detachment, the sky cannot be suppressed, and life cannot be suppressed!

"Hey, why bother?"

The wooden Daoist stopped, waved his right hand lightly, and the void behind him flashed countless cold rays, entangled in the obscure power of fate, and each blow accurately attacked Luoyang's tricks.

A beam of light, thousands of broken shadows, the storm and the countless cloud-piercing shuttles collided in one place, constantly flashing in the void, and the dazzling brilliance swallowed up the old and young in the mountains, so that the spectators could not distinguish the victory or defeat for a while.

Rumble!

A thunderclap with anger fell, the sea of inky clouds in the sky gradually turned red, large areas of karmic fire burned out of thin air, the aura gradually dried up, but Dai Shu's attack became more and more hysterical.

"Damn, damn, you give me death, you give me death!"

The illusory sword light was shattered by the thunder of the crimson color, Dai Shu opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bright red, and his long neatly combed hair spread out, provoking endless vicissitudes, pale as snow, and seemed to age a lot in an instant.

"Susu, Susu......"

Dai Shu still kept chattering, there was a voice in his heart in the skylight, the cloud bun was high, his face was quiet, and his eyebrows were filled with the fragrance of books, just looking at it could get the long-lost tranquility.

The crimson clouds gradually converged, the thunder light gathered, the rumbling sound came and went, but there was no trace of electric light, the crimson light in the sea of clouds gradually expanded, this blow is the last blow, if you can survive, Dai Shu can live, can't stand it, the soul is scattered, one is penance is only in vain!

"Susu, Susu, wait for me, I'll come, I'll come......"

A clear echo echoed in the sky, Xuan Ye lowered his head, his tears melted the frost and snow, his fists clenched, and he whimpered.

The heroes on Feiyun lowered their heads, sighed and asked themselves, they didn't know what this love was, why they could always transcend life and death, and why they couldn't rest assured.

Mu Daoren held the Heavenly Sword hanging in front of him, threw Luoyang away casually, stared at Dai Shu who was about to die, laughed loudly, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of relief.

This is the number of fate, the cause and effect, plant melons and get melons, you Dai Shu should have thought of today's events when he abandoned his wife and daughter, Skynet is restored, everything is rewarded, and it is your retribution if you don't die well!

Luoyang pushed away the ancient wood pressed on his body, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of bright red, looked at the back of Mu Daoren's Xiao Se, raised his sword, and looked at the battle above the dome.

The enemy in front of him is at the end of his rope, there is no value in killing him, and it is better not to fight meaninglessly.

Everything comes from the heart, there is nothing outside the heart, if you want to go from having a sword to not having a sword, what you need is to fight to the death, and Mu Daoren only wants to avenge his apprentice, from beginning to end, his goal has always been Dai Shu.

"Susu, wait for me, wait for me, I'll come, come here, you wait for me!"

A hysterical roar fell into the sky, and the paper kite lowered its head, staring at the grass and trees nestled in the mountains and forests, gradually clenched its fists, and looked up at the bleak back of the poor man.

There was no relief after revenge, but some worry and grief, the father described by the mother was so chic and great, he didn't say what he thought of his mother, but it must be about the same.

At this dying moment, the same can't let go, the same care, the same no regrets......

"I only say this once, do you like to listen to it or not, when my mother leaves, I will give you the jade sword, and ask you to break it, my mother has something to say to you personally!"

The sound was transmitted into the secret, the red light in Dai Shu's eyes dispersed, and the faint flame in his heart ignited.

Treating diseases always needs to prescribe the right medicine, at this time, the words of the paper kite are better than the morning bell and dusk drum, and stronger than the clear and pure wisdom sword.

Dai Shu took out the sword in his hand and broke it gently, and the gentle girl appeared out of thin air, making the Mu Dao people even more unable to stop their tears.

"Husband, the paper kite's life is not good, help me take care of her, love you, is the most correct choice I have ever made!"

Dai Shu stretched out his hand and grabbed the streamer in the air, all the illusionary sky, but the thunder light in the sky became more and more dazzling, the old way of restoring clarity raised his head, took a deep breath, turned the whole spiritual power to the sword finger, his eyes had the sword edge, and he wiped the cold lightly.

"Xuan Ye, look at it, this is a sword prepared by the master for Qi Tianxiang, the sword asks tenderness, and there is no regret in death!"

Xuan Ye raised his head and stared wide, the crimson thunder light in the clouds fell, the heavens and the earth were discolored, the slender sword light collided with the thunder light, stagnated for a moment, exploded into a violent circle of light, and blasted all the heroes in the air out of a hundred miles away, and the bottom of the strength was already spitting bright red, and the seven orifices were bleeding!

Rumble!

The dim red cloud dissipated unwillingly, squeezing out a thunderbolt again, and Dai Shu, who had exhausted his essence, looked at Xuanye, pointed to the paper kite, closed his eyes, and chuckled.

Everything has been done to the end, at this moment, resigned to fate.

"A good sword and a hundred deaths without regrets, if you show me such a sword, I will save your life, cause and effect will be canceled, no loss and no debt!"

Luoyang laughed and rose into the air, the young patriarch lost his mind slightly, and was suppressed by the vast Buddha light gathered by the eighteen Arhats, Zhang Junbao pulled out his palm, secretly scolded a little madman, and rolled up the Taiji diagram.

The thunder light is very fast, the sword light is also very fast, in contrast, the Taiji diagram is full of paintings, Zhang Junbao watched Luoyang lift the heavenly sword, slash lightly and slowly, a sword The fireworks in the world are full of red dust, this sword is close to the Tao, but there is less love.

The thunder and the fireworks collided in one place, and there was no loud explosion and roar, like a fire hitting the waves of the river, silently dissipating, nothing fell, and there was not even time to make a soft sound.

"Ten thousand poems, thousands of wines. How many times have he focused on watching the Hou Wang, the jade building Jin Que return lazily, and the plum blossoms are drunk in Luoyang. ”

Luoyang's chant echoed in the air, the thick inky clouds completely dispersed, and a few beams of bright light fell, no different from the young man's smile.

"What a terrible sword, what a bold boy!"

Yang Tianfeng narrowed his eyes, slowly clenched his fists, and stared in the direction of Luoyang, Yan Luo's identity will be exposed sooner or later, and the timing of this time defines whether the direction of Kunlun is good or bad.

In the current situation, Dai Shu is in danger, Luoyang does not hesitate to expose his identity for Dai Shu, this is love, Wudang owes Kunlun love, so, even if the underworld wants to move Kunlun, it has to take Wudang into account, which has mixed interests, with a small matter, it is not only Kunlun himself who has forces to face the mountain!

Dai Shu opened his eyes, the free wind swept through his fingertips, and the clear dome was particularly dazzling, reflecting the long-lost peace in his heart.

"Susu ......"

Whispering the name of his lover, Dai Shu was out of thin air, and the streamer fell to two places, one painting the ground as a prison, trapping the paper kite that wanted to go down the mountain, and the other swept towards the dome, repairing the merry sword that had fallen asleep into the sky.

"Congratulations, Master!"

Dai Shu touched Luoyang's pulse, glanced at the apprentice who grinned at the corner of his mouth and ear, waved his hand, frowned, sensed Luoyang's body, and said curiously: "The meridians are broken, the acupoints are extinguished, such a body can have such a cultivation, amazing, strange!"

Xuan Ye's smile retracted, he looked at the young man with a calm face, and said tentatively, "Master, Brother Luo, is he okay?"

Dai Shu raised his eyebrows, couldn't help but think of the stupid apprentice's performance, and said coldly: "What can happen?" Look at people, you are half a year older than him, but everyone has slashed the sky and thunder, what about you?"

"I can't drink alcohol, I can't compare to a sword, why did I accept such a stupid apprentice as you?"

Xuan Ye lowered his head, although he was reprimanded, his heart was indeed sweet, he met unexpectedly, lost and regained, and there was no greater happiness in the world than this.

"Still laughing?

Dai Shu kicked Xuan Ye away angrily, carefully settled Luoyang, and appeared in front of the paper kite, his eyebrows and eyes were full of spoiling, his voice trembled a little, and he broke the cold shell, and Da Luo, who had just survived the catastrophe, was just an old father, an old father who was full of joy of loss and regain.

"Right...... I'm sorry, come with me......"

"Come with you? This doesn't belong to me, why should I go with you?"

"In this way, I will go with you, where there is a missing person is belonging, I will go wherever you want, with you, there is home. ”

Dai Shu waved his hand to disperse the hazy streamer, and lightly touched the center of the paper kite's eyebrows, leaving a touch of red.

"From now on, no one can bully you, and no one can give you a blank look, I don't ask you to forgive me, I am your father, and everything you should do for you. ”

Paper kite stubbornly don't turn his head, staring at the white mist in the mountains, father, a strange word that he has been looking forward to since childhood, a person who has been reunited after a long absence, even if he is indifferent in disguise, the fire in his heart is enough to warm all the cold in the world.