Dressed in white, Luoyang's body moved with the sword, and the sword light was engraved in the void space, stacked with dazzling brilliance, hiding infinite changes.

This sword is very similar to Qi Tianxiang's Haoran Lingxu, but it is a little plausible, Donghuang Liuli can't understand this sword, but he can't help but want to explore, just like a demon, the more he thinks about it, the more he feels depressed, and a touch of crimson red gradually floats under his eyes.

"Don't think about it, this sword shouldn't be yours, you can't ask for it, don't you want to go mad and die?"

The Son of Heaven approached with a chuckle, raised his hand and patted Donghuang Liuli's shoulder, and the golden light under his palm completely dispelled the red light under Donghuang Liuli's eyes.

"Weasel New Year's greetings to chickens, Tang Nianyu, what are you thinking?"

Instead of thanking the Son of Heaven, Donghuang Liuli retreated, clenched his fists, and summoned the true fire of the sun to protect the vital points around him.

The young emperor of Luofu put away his sword soldiers, put together a puppet for the dead and retreated under the sword of Luoyang, glanced at the son of heaven who smiled calmly, and retreated into the mountains in an instant.

Fang Cai and Luoyang were forced to do it, now that the Son of Heaven is here, he can go, and the gains and losses are nothing, and the one who laughs to the end is the real king.

Luoyang put away his sword and looked at the Son of Heaven, and the Eastern Emperor Liuli put away the true fire of the sun, took a few steps back, and smiled with interest.

"Tang Nianyu, tell me if you survive, I'm just waiting here, you need to be an ally of my demon clan!"

The smile of the Son of Heaven was slightly retracted, examining the distance with Luoyang, taking a few steps back, summoning a crystal longbow full of instrument patterns, opening the bow and taking the arrow, and the head of the pocket was stunned by an arrow.

The arrows were like lightning, and the whistling sound was like thunder, and the people who were fighting in more than a dozen steps temporarily closed their hearings and controlled the magic weapon to block the thunder scattered on the arrows.

Luoyang calmly moved forward, drew his sword and cut horizontally, and quietly escaped into the shadow after cutting the electric light into two.

Donghuang Liuli took a few steps back, the true fire of the sun was surging all around, his handprints changed, a golden flame flashed in his eyes, and he clearly saw a shadow flashing over the mountain road, raising his sword to stab at the center of the eyebrows of the Son of Heaven.

This is a killing sword, Luoyang didn't keep his hand, he wanted to kill the Son of Heaven directly!

The Heavenly Sword fell into the air, and the Son of Heaven spread out like a bright moon in the water, appearing behind Luoyang in a breath, with a war bow and arrows, and the speed was countless times faster than the Instant Shadow Step.

The autumn cicada foresaw the warning, Luoyang turned around to draw the sword, the plain white sword body of the heavenly sword shook slightly, the humming sound suppressed the sound of wind and thunder, and the fine streamer cut through the void, just like the fine sunlight through the stacked green leaves, it was beautiful.

"Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers!"

"It's raining lightly on the street, look at the grass from afar!"

"A drum of thunder, a fine sift of light rain!"

In an instant, the Son of Heaven moved dozens of steps away out of thin air, and Qi'er appeared on Luoyang's side, three arrows in a row, falling on Luoyang's shoulders and eyebrows, and the arrows were fierce and merciless.

The heavenly sword picks and turns, the bright white sword light brings up Luoyang's plain clothes, breaks the arrows, Luoyang looks at a void, the heavenly sword hides its meaning, draws the sword, and is empty!

The sword contains Luoyang in it, and all the sword style miniatures that have been seen, and practiced are very similar to the sword of Qi Tianxiang, but the changes are countless times less.

The rumbling sound was like rolling thunder, and the powerful streamer spread, and the prohibition on Buzhou Mountain continued to shine brightly, and the aura storm swept up into the sky with clouds and mist.

Donghuang Liuli kept retreating, ten steps, a hundred steps, a thousand steps, and finally flew into the sky, offering a small mirror with a clear face, swallowing up the surrounding aura, and smiling proudly at Luoyang and the Son of Heaven.

The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits.

It's not just her Eastern Emperor Liuli, the young emperors of Luofu and Luo Yu and other prefectures, the upstarts of the demon clan such as Bai Su and Xuanbing, the demon talents such as Guo Feng and Chu Liao, and the creatures of the five realms of gods, demons, demons and ghosts are lurking in all corners of the mountains, waiting for the most suitable time.

This is not a one-on-one battle between Qi Tianxiang and the Jade Emperor, this is a war, a war to seize luck, and it should be done to victory!

The crisp sound of shattering was extremely harsh, a golden light freed up the sea of clouds, the three puppets for the dead turned into nodding, the Son of Heaven stepped on the flowing clouds step by step, and once again distanced himself from Luoyang, his eyes swirled with streamers, and he kept shooting at the void shadow, and in the blink of an eye, one hundred and eight fierce arrow lights were already all over the void.

"The law of Xunji Xingshu is the speed of the Six Realms, and the speed that Luoyang is proud of has become his shortcoming, he can't catch up with the Son of Heaven, he can't make a mistake once, but the Son of Heaven can make countless mistakes, which of them do you say can win?"

Li Menghan squinted her beautiful eyes, raised her head at Nan Nuo, raised her eyebrows lightly, teasing Nan Nuo's emotions, trying to lure her into making a move, distracting Luoyang.

Nan Nuo was unmoved, smiling and looking at Luoyang's back, Luoyang has never been proud of speed, he has always been proud of his sword, the sword that Qi Tianxiang taught him!

The Son of Heaven is indeed very fast, but it will definitely not be the Son of Heaven who wins, Luoyang will not lose, Old Man Qi can look at it.

The turbulent level outside the east of the town has eased a lot, and the low hills seem lonely and high, and a few flower snakes swim up the branches, spitting out snake letters, greedy for warm light.

The eagle roared in the clear sky, Sanhua Gong walked out of the camp, opened his mouth to blow a clear whistle, and the flying eagle that fought in the sky swooped down, dexterously landed on Sanhua Gong's arm, carefully retracted his fingers and claws, and took out a secret letter from the Sumeru bag in front of his neck.

Sanhua Gong took over the superstition, and the goshawk swayed again, and disappeared above the flying clouds with a soft roar.

A few wisps of floating clouds drifted by, the warm sunlight sprinkled in the forest, Sanhua Gong read the letter three times in a row, gently wiped his palm on the letter paper, turned around and bowed in the direction of Linzi.

The paper is short and deep, and a curtain paper is full of the monarch's concerned words, revealing the indescribable true meaning between the lines.

"It's over, it's all over......"

A stunned murmur echoed in the hall, and Sanhua Gong looked down at the Weishui in the mountains, and said to the guards beside him, "Go and call Daoyun." ”

"Yes!"

The guards bowed and walked into the military tent quickly, and after a while, a young man in plain clothes sat on a raft, rowed through the Weishui with his guards, and docked on the side of a small platform piled up with driftwood and rubble.

The young man jumped into the mountain deftly, glanced at the teacher not far away, and stepped forward quickly with agile steps.

Sanhua Gong took out the "National Policy" copied by himself from his arms, turned around and handed it to Qi Daoyun, Hua Bai's frowning Yan Mei stretched, his thin palm was behind the splendid clothes, looking at the eastward flowing Weishui, and whispered: "Xiangyun Gong is very ambitious, and the death of Lu Zhi must have something to do with it, and he must be very cautious in his actions from now on." ”

Qi Daoyun frowned, he had a bad premonition in his heart, looked at the teacher with a serious expression, didn't dare to ask more, bowed and nodded, and listened more seriously.

Sanhua Gong walked a few steps towards Weishui, squinted his eyes, stroked his long beard that was entwined with the vicissitudes of life, and said: "The world is unpredictable, and people's hearts are even more so. ”

"If the Qin State is not injured in the next spring, it will be the time to raise a large number of troops, as far as the map is concerned, the Qi State is far away from the Qin State, and the back sea is dangerous, the Qin State will only make friends with us, we can't refuse!"

"In addition, don't believe in any joint resistance to Qin, this defeat, the general trend of the Qin State has been achieved, the peace of the world will be a certainty, don't fight, leave a way out for the people. ”

Sanhua Gong held the sleeve robe in his hand, looked east at the country, thought, he really couldn't think of anything, he lightly relieved the big man, and the thin figure jumped up and went to Weishui.

"Teacher!"

Qi Daoyun panicked, and wanted to jump into Weishui, but was stopped by the guards who rushed over, and the rest of the guards jumped into the water, looking for a long time, but they didn't find Sanhua Gong.

"Teacher!"

The crying was extremely harsh, but the sergeant passing by proudly hooked the corners of his mouth and took a sip towards Weishui, such a "villain" deserved it!

In the lower reaches of Weishui, Ziyou's hands changed and sealed, and a ray of light lifted Sanhua Gong up from underwater, squinted his eyes and swept through the layers of mountains and forests, and hurriedly walked into the tunnel with Sanhua Gong.

Rushing back to the camp, the two stood still, and Sanhua Gong looked at the young man with the bundled hair in front of him and smiled.

Splendid white clothes, green silk riding the wind, eyes full of wisdom light, hands behind the back, wisdom beads in hand, bamboo in the chest, chic and wanton, like a fairy, live up to the world's talent of 3,000, Ziyou monopolizes the reputation of 2,000.

Ziyou bowed and saluted, and said loudly: "Mr. Hardship, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Mr. to show up again after that." ”

Sanhua Gong returned the salute, ignoring Ziyou's words and asked directly, "What is your purpose?"

Ziyou chuckled, looked in the direction of the Six Nations Alliance, and said softly: "Our purpose has always been only one, that is, to destroy the Six Kingdoms, set the Central Plains, open a prosperous era, and rejuvenate the human race, may my people in Kyushu be like dragons!"

Sanhua Gong was stunned, and couldn't help but immerse himself in the great world described by Ziyou.

Everyone is like a dragon in the world, not in the world controlled and played by any living beings, a prosperous and peaceful world, it's good.

"Can we make it?"

Ziyou nodded, and looked up at the dome with his hands.

The general prince Hou Ning has a kind of care, this world has always belonged to people with a heart, dare to think and dare to do, why can't it succeed.

The Weishui is cross-flowing, the white clouds and the dogs, and the people who hurry between the red dust all carry a crown of thorns, some people give up halfway, and some people end up from the beginning.

The former will eventually be wiped out by time, and the latter, even if it is ruthless, will leave some traces for him to be left in the future.

All torches are the latter, and the footprints left behind will be immortal.

Hearing the news, Jia searched for the water and swam for several miles, and a group of swimming fish came into view, and there was a corpse in the trace of blood, which had been eaten by the swimming fish and could not distinguish its face.

Slightly hesitating, Jia Ku stepped forward, mobilized his spiritual power to force back the surrounding swimming fish, and carefully looked at the corpse, the body was very similar to Sanhua Gong, but these are not enough evidence, Xiangyun Gong is suspicious, if he wants to convince him, there must be an ironclad evidence.

Looking around, the jade ornament in the half-hidden mud and sand came into view, Jia Ku quickly stepped forward, held the jade talisman in his hand, and swam in the direction he came from for a while.

The shadow of the tree moved slightly, Jia Ku climbed up the river bank, skillfully bypassed the sentry post, looked at the camp for a moment, flashed into the camp tent, knelt on one knee, and said: "Sanhua Gong has fallen into the water and died, and his body has never been eaten by fish and shrimp. ”

Xiangyun Gong's expression changed a few times, he grabbed the talisman in Jia Ku's hand in his hand, looked at it for a moment, held it into powder, laughed and threw out a pill, and said: "Give this to your sister first, this matter, I will personally take her to the medicine valley for medical treatment!"