At the top of Tiantai Mountain, a large number of monks poured into the huge palace.

"What's going on?"

Yan Wu'an looked around, it was pitch black.

Nothing to see.

It's like being in the deep ocean and not seeing a ray of light.

"Elder Shu, Elder Chen, Deacon Qi, City Lord Ye?"

He shouted.

Elder Shu's name is Shu Xulong, the fourth elder of the Spirit Sword Palace, and the cultivation of the peak of Xuandan.

Elder Chen is the sixth elder of the Spirit Sword Palace, Chen Mingjie, like Yan Wu'an, is a mid-stage Xuandan cultivator.

Deacon Qi is Qi Changxin, and that Ye City Lord is the Chicheng City Lord.

But there was no response.

Not only him, but all the monks who broke into it.

......

A sword came, and a blue light came.

A long sword fell into Taibai's hand.

"I, Li Taibai, Qinglian layman. I will give you my sword today, do you dare to take it?"

Taibai stood up and asked condescendingly.

"Bang!"

Luo Chen slapped the table and stood up.

But unexpectedly, his feet were soft and he staggered half a step.

He stopped his body, his drunken eyes widened, and he raised his head and said, "Why don't you dare!"

"Good, good!"

Taibai's figure was shattered, and the next moment appeared with the pond water.

"I enter the way of the sword with poetry, and I take the form of a sword with poetry. The three songs of the sword are called Qinglian! They are Water Moon, Murder, and Crazy Song. ”

"Among them, the water moon is the most prosperous, the fastest killing, and the most wanton song!"

"Look at the sword!"

He stood with his sword in his hand, his voice was full of sadness, and the space on this side was full of sword energy.

He sang and danced with a sword.

A sword came out, and the sword aura of a body was like the water of a great river, rolling endlessly.

Or like the galaxy hanging upside down, the waves are repeated.

It is like a big sun volleying in the sky, domineering.

A sword fell, and the fierce sword qi was like a swift wind cutting through the grass, and the meteor destroyed the white moon, tearing the space, and shaking the universe.

The hall is full of charming sword shadows, dazzling sword lights, and sad songs that are sung loudly.

Luo Chen sat back on the stone bench and poured a cup of jade liquid into his jade cup.

He raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

A sword move came into his eyes, and it continued to evolve in his mind.

The sword is a sharp sword, the wine is a fine wine, but the heart is a sad heart.

In the end, the brilliant sword light was extinguished, and a sad feeling poured into Luo Chen's heart.

Luo Chen closed his eyes.

He was feeling Taibai's sword intent!

Some people say that when Li Baixiu spits out his mouth, he is half of the Tang Dynasty.

That is the Tang Dynasty, and it is the Tang Dynasty that he is most proud of.

His sword intent is the same as that of Datang, how arrogant and reckless he was in the early stage.

It's a pity that prosperity will eventually wither.

After the group of flowers fell, and the hundred flowers withered.

All that remains is endless desolation and loneliness.

This is his sword intent.

Luo Chen called it: Madness!

The early stage is crazy to death, and the later stage is sad and lonely!

After a long time, Luo Chen opened his eyes, and there was no drunkenness in his eyes.

Taibai put away his sword and stood quietly, the two of them met their eyes, and smiled at the same time.

Luo Chen got up, bowed, and said, "Thank you!"

When he looked up, he saw that Taibai's body was gradually fading.

"This ......"

His mind fluttered.

"Little guy, don't be surprised, this is just a sword intent I left here, awakened by your breath three months ago, and it is just exhausted at this moment. ”

"My sword song has been passed on to you, and you have also comprehended my sword intent. There is nothing more for you, and this gourd and this sword will be given to you together.

This gourd is called the sword gourd, which can raise the sword, as for the raw material of the sword is the world's fine wine, hahaha! This sword is my sword in the Tang Dynasty, this is no product and no order, but after the pregnancy of the sword gourd, now it is a low-grade soldier, with a spiritual heart, and a sexual addiction to alcohol. I hope you don't obliterate them. ”

"Don't worry, Gong Li, I will not let it be dusty. ”

Luo Chen's positive color road.

That's his promise.

Taibai's figure became more and more illusory, almost transparent: "Speaking of this, there will be a fate to meet in the future, don't read it!"

Seeing this, Luo Chen hurriedly shouted, "I don't know what the name of this sword is?"

Taibai laughed loudly: "Ask your heart...... Go also"

His figure dissipated, and the long sword in his hand flew towards Luo Chen, falling into his hand.

Luo Chen wiped the sword body and looked at the position that Taibai had set up before.

After a long time, he muttered:

"Then let's call it 'Half Tang'!"

Half Tang and half Tang, it is half a prosperous Tang Dynasty!

The remaining half is in Taibai's mouth!

......

With the disappearance of Li Taibai's figure, this palace gradually became illusory.

Not only the palace, but also the agarwood pavilion where Luo Chen is located, and the hot spring pool have also dissipated.

The bright moon in the sky lost its brilliance and turned into a little bit of spiritual light and flew away.

Luo Chen found that his location was a clearing, and there was a stone tablet in front of him, which was the one he had seen in the palace.

Not far in front of him, there were quite a few monks.

They looked around in confusion and realized that everything was back to normal before they came to their senses.

"Luo Chang'an!"

With a loud shout, a sword aura struck from a distance.

It was Yan Wu'an.

When he saw Luo Chen, he chose to make a move instantly, and as soon as he made a move, it was a killing move.

The clear sword light pierced the void and came in an instant.

Luo Chen's left hand is a feather fan, and his right hand is half a Tang sword.

The feather fan pushed horizontally, and the sword light that came to his face was instantly annihilated.

Yan Wu'an looked at the feather fan in Luo Chen's hand that instantly dissolved his killing move, revealing a greedy look: "It is worthy of the treasure of Nanyang, it is a pity in your hands." ”

He took a step forward, and unlike Duan Buxiu, his left arm was broken by himself, and it was already healed at the moment.

But the hatred in my heart has not dissipated.

Zhang Peiyang he can't afford to provoke, but Luo Chen, a monk in the middle stage of the Void Dan, he can still handle it casually.

"Then get it yourself!"

Luo Chen pinned the feather fan to the belt on his back, and since it was activated, it couldn't be contained in his sleeve.

"Greed is the original sin, and no one is immune to it, it depends on whether you have the blessing to endure it. ”

He crossed the sword in his right hand, and Bantang trembled slightly.

This was its first battle with its new owner, and it was extremely exciting.

"Bantang, do a good job, please drink at night!"

Fingers brushed over the blade of the sword, and Bantang cheered.

A sense of pride on Luo Chen's body naturally revealed.

Drinking with Taibai, his temperament has also changed a lot.

No longer as pretentious as before, step by step.

The seeds of wine and drunkenness quietly sprouted.

"Come on, let the glory of the Tang Dynasty shine on this world!"

Luo Chen flew up and let out a long roar:

"Qinglian Sword Song!"

The momentum of his body skyrocketed with the elevation of his figure.

He has starry eyes, his clothes are flying, and he is arrogant.

"King Qin swept Liuhe, looking at He Xiong!"

Luo Chen held Bantang in his hand and waved, and the domineering sword qi wanted to smash this space.

Wild songs, wanton!

Before Yan Wu'an below could react, a dangerous aura had already surged into his heart.

He felt himself being targeted by a huge beast that opened its jaws to swallow it.

His keen sense of battle caused him to quickly pull back.

Rumble!

There was a great chasm in the place where he had stood.

His eyelids were bouncing.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's terrifying!"

A Void Pill Monk could unleash such a terrifying sword momentum!

Yan Wu'an looked at Bantang in Luo Chen's hand: Isn't this the Great Elder's sword?

He glanced at the stone tablet in the distance, and suddenly said:

"Let's do it together, this son has been inherited in the palace! Kill him and take the inheritance!"

In a word, the eyes of the surrounding Zhuji and Xudan monks were all focused on Luo Chen.

The expression on his face that was originally watching the play has long been thrown into the sky.

That's an immortal inheritance!

Who doesn't like it?

They wield their swords very tacitly.

"Hahaha!"

Luo Chen looked at these people and couldn't help but laugh.

"Come on, come on, let's go together!"

Soon the first monk appeared, followed by the second, and then the third...... More than 300 monks shot at the same time.

It was also at this time that Luo Chen took out his sword again.

"The flying sword breaks through the clouds, and the princes come to the west!"

A sword out!

Such as the ancient god emperor in the pavilion, standing in the sky, proud of the crowd!

It is the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and all the small and small parties bow their heads to the ministers.

A sword fell, and blood shot up into the sky.

The Son of Heaven is angry, ambushing millions of corpses, bleeding thousands of miles, is it a joke?

Human heads rose to the sky.

Luo Chen's spirit yuan was consumed.

More than 300 monks were beheaded, and no one remained, including Yan Wu'an.

Half Tang can't be humiliated!

The glory of the Tang Dynasty will last forever!

"Boy, this sword is mine!"