The mountain Tibetan flowers are red and willow green, and there are thousands of kinds of people.

For people like Zhao Yu and Luoyang, it is easy to get a thousand gold, and it is easy to get Taoism, but it is difficult to meet an opponent.

Climbing alone on the way to the top, Zhao Yu waited for nearly a thousand years, and finally waited for the Dragon City Flying General, and waited for the Monkey King Sword Immortal......

It was a thousand years wrong, a thousand years wrong, and then another thousand years, and in the end, I waited for Luoyang.

"Whew...... There's still a long way to go, I can't see the end in sight, you have to keep going, don't forget to be in awe at all times...... Remember, invincibility is a curse!"

Luo Yang nodded, and took a closer look at this strange senior, the sword was hidden in the void, and the dazzling edge was swallowed by the deep space.

The red and white sword in Zhao Yu's palm swirled gently, and two sword flowers of different colors bloomed in the air, Luoyang squinted his eyes, looked at Zhao Yu, who was raising the long sword at a glance, and moved his toes slightly.

The sonorous sword roar woke up a large number of sleepless evil spirits, and the two sword lights were engraved in the void space and dispersed for a long time.

Luoyang opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of bright red, his body shook, he squatted on the ground with the heavenly sword in his hand, gasping for breath, the flesh and blood of the sword wound under the ribs surged, rising with gray-white mist, and he did not heal for a long time.

Zhao Yu turned around little by little, smiled at Luoyang, and fell weakly in the mountains, turning into a sky of streamers and disappearing into reincarnation.

Tuohu kept a light smile, this is the first sword, there are countless swords in the future, even if Luoyang is an iron man, he has to peel off a skin after walking through the eighteen layers of hell!

The gray-white clouds gradually approached the ancient bridge, Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief, no longer nostalgic here, approached the boundary gate, and strode forward.

The red and white sword was stuck in the ground, looking into the distance, expecting no return.

After passing the boundary gate, everything suddenly dimmed, Luoyang clenched the heavenly sword, his breathing became cautious, and before he could take three steps, the autumn cicada felt crazy warning.

Luoyang didn't dare to go any further, he stopped and stood still, the heavenly sword was horizontal in front of his chest, and the shadows were heavy, covering the layers of streamers.

The light in the darkness is like a dazzling ink spot on a white paper, I don't want to face the unknown, the first thing to consider is not how to defeat him, but how to survive and how to understand him.

This is like a sword technique that borrows strength, no matter how much you borrow strength, you have to be powerful, and the iron must be hard by itself, no matter when, this is the king.

The night concealment technique was launched, Luoyang completely integrated into the shadow, and walked forward silently, the feeling of heart-pounding disappeared, and there was silence all around, and the deep and deep darkness swallowed everything, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, and there was no blank space in the splashed ink painting in the eyes.

"Get him some movement!"

Tuohu quietly turned his voice, two or three streams of light fell on Luoyang's side, and the bright light caused a terrible wail, and the hairy monkey that could not see the light pounced on Luoyang from the surroundings, tearing the lifelike remnant into a broken shadow.

"Go on!"

Tuohu squinted his eyes, dozens of streamers fell, and even urged the spiritual power to rush to Luoyang's side, jumped high, hugged Luoyang, and died with him.

The remnant elephant was shattered, the wails came and went, the Demon Emperor stared at Luoyang who was spinning in place, and hooked the corners of his mouth proudly, how much spiritual power can a small Elephant Star Realm cultivator have?

The most worthless thing in the underworld is these low-level ghosts, how many or how many they want, they can make countless mistakes, but Luoyang can't do it once.

Several more streamers fell, Luoyang raised the Heavenly Sword, and before the sword was released, the Sun-Shooting Bow obtained from the Eastern Emperor Fang Shuo suddenly fell into the palm of his hand, squeezing the Heavenly Sword alive.

Luoyang raised his eyebrows slightly, caressing the unpretentious bow body, looking at a silent darkness, the spiritual power urged, and it was difficult to continue the bow by half a small part, so he had to let go of the arrow.

The thunderbolt was frightened, and the bright arrows were full of streamers, attracting a group of hairy monkeys with a magnificent expression to rush out with the streamer, and the strong bright light suddenly exploded, and the hairy monkeys who couldn't bear the bright light scattered in all directions, and the howl could not be stopped, and the footsteps of Suo Suo were endless.

Luoyang pursed his lips, swallowing a thin aura, staring at the sun-shooting bow in his hand.

The power of Fang Cai's arrow frightened him, and even if the bow in his hand was not a sun-shooting bow, it was enough to rank among the top names in the Six Realms!

Donghuang Fang Shuo gave him this bow at will, what kind of calculation did he make?

The Demon Emperor carefully looked at the sun-shooting bow in Luoyang's hand, lowered his head, gradually hooked the corners of his mouth, tapped his palm, took out a jade slip, and smashed it silently.

The crimson moonlight broke through the shadows, scattering the plain white into the third hell, the dead wood and dense forest into the eyes, a few weak dead leaves danced and fell on the branches, Luoyang continued to move forward, and after a few steps, a startle sounded again in the night.

The three-point cold star fell into the night through the afterimage deliberately left by Luoyang, and suddenly exploded, scattering the group of monkeys.

The hustle and bustle in the darkness did not remain silent for long, and a sword groan suddenly appeared in the dead silence, like the light of the stars flashing down, like the mottled moonlight.

The Qingluan strong bow worth thousands of gold was cut off by a sword, and Luoyang's sharp sword edge was smoothly framed by a dagger with a dark texture.

Close at hand, the mask painted with the ghost of Mingjun swayed slightly, and a mournful ghost laugh came out, the voice was sharp and loud, but it did not prevent Luoyang from catching the slight sound of the jade talisman shattering.

Qiu Cicada Xianjue warned again, and Luoyang, who was already aware of the crisis, swung his sword on his shoulder, and the sword blade and dagger sparked, forcing the new Ming Jun to retreat while sideways to avoid the purple fire python manifested by the talisman.

One blow missed, and the python in the night turned leisurely, stretched its body, swung its tail and spit out letters, annihilated countless hairy monkeys, and wandered out of thin air to bite Luoyang.

With the help of the firelight, Luoyang glanced at the ancient tree on his side, raised his sword to smash the fire python, the spiritual power and firelight spread agitatedly, the sky was full of fire, and the dazzling fluorescence temporarily blocked the sight.

Before the hustle and bustle fell, nine flying knives shot out from the forest, breaking through the flowing fire and staggering on the surrounding ancient trees, the dead branches fell, the fire dispersed, and there was no Luoyang figure in the quiet forest.

Ming Jun looked around a few times, and just as he was about to open his mouth to warn, a flash of terrifying sword light fell into the forest, cutting off the face of the ghost and then silently looking for traces again.

The dead silence of the forest was only the noise of stray fires and corpses falling into the bushes.

Mingjun, who sensed something, slowly turned around, and through the eyes of the secret spell bonus, he clearly saw the young man standing silently behind him with a sword on his side.

Those indifferent eyes fell into his heart, and fine goosebumps rose on Mingjun's body, and he hurriedly withdrew and floated back dozens of meters, his eyes flashed with annoyance, and he greeted: "Come out!"

The sound fell, and two black shadows fell on both sides of Luoyang at the same time, silently.

With a flick of the Heavenly Sword, an extraordinarily bright light was carved out of thin air, and Luoyang's indifferent gaze swept over the three ghost faces with different textures.

Xin Mingjun, who holds a dagger with a negative bow, has a magic stone with a crossbow on his side, a magic stone with a crossbow at his waist, and a Tibetan scorpion with a short sword and a flying knife.

They are all acquaintances, and they are all well-known apostles in the underworld.

Luoyang is looking at Mingjun and a few people, and Mingjun and a few people are also speculating about Luoyang, their predecessors all died under this person's sword, otherwise they would not have a chance to inherit this mask.

Over the years, the red dust in the world has not only failed to erode this sword, but has made him sharper.

With just one face, he killed the ghost who was not weaker than them, and he was still like the legend, just like the past, coming and going without a trace, killing people without a trace.

Carrying the new bow, Ming Jun gave the magic stone and the Tibetan scorpion a look at the same time, and turned his hand to sacrifice a array.

At the moment when the light stirred, the three of them synchronized their movements, hid their qi, and constantly changed their positions around Luoyang, throwing out a few hidden weapons and shooting out a few crossbows from time to time, trying to contain Yama and wait for the array to fall.

How can a person match heaven and earth, no matter how strong Yama is, he is just a monk, as long as he falls into the array, he will definitely die!

The figure swayed slightly, Luoyang lightly avoided the hidden weapon, looked up and glanced at the ancient characters beating on the array disk, the heavenly sword was slightly out of thin air, the invisible edge swung open the flying knife and crossbow, and a line of aurora hung upside down on the dome, cutting through the majestic array light, and the vicissitudes of the ancient array fell into the darkness, causing a few whistling sounds, which slowly disappeared with time.

Ming Jun's palm with his bow and arrow couldn't help but tremble, and he pressed the doubt in his heart, and looked at Yama Luo carefully.

The Heavenly Sword flashed with dazzling light, the sword wound under the ribs once again flowed bright red, and the right hand that wielded the sword and the sleeve of the sword were soaked in blood.

Those bright eyes also lost a bit of brilliance, and they looked extremely dim, in terms of qi, Yama had never been so weak for a moment!

The bow opened the full moon, and a little cold star that tore through the night was avoided by Luoyang, and the action was a little difficult.

Mingjun's heart swelled with unspeakable joy, and he opened his bow and continued to harass Yama, not giving him a chance to recover.

Yama's decline is clearly visible, but it is not enough, and no one knows what he will do.

The talisman given by the master of the Tuo family is very valuable, in a sense, it is equivalent to a life, you can not use it, it is better not to use it!

The arrows were shot out, the crossbow collapsed, the rune light returned to nothingness, the knife bag was empty, and it was consumed for half an hour, and Luoyang still did not take out the sword again.

Even though Sheng Xue's clothes were soaked in bright red, Luoyang's eyes were still dancing with the brilliance of perseverance, maintaining the starting style of drawing swordsmanship, vigilant against the murderous machine in the secret, regardless of the east, west, north and south winds, and resolutely stood still.

Mingjun stared at Yama Luo, perceiving the empty mustard quiver, drawing his sword with a negative bow, his eyes were calm, but his mind was constantly changing.

The ancient spirit talisman given by the master of the Tuo family can neutralize a deadly attack for the master, even if it is the attack of the Great Luo cultivator!

With Zhang Lingrune, even if he has an extra life, it is precious and abnormal, if there is no need, Mingjun really doesn't want to use the spirit rune.

But now that all the means have been exhausted, they have not been able to force out Yama's hole cards, and there are not only a few of them who want to kill Yama in the underworld, and it is not uncommon for black to eat black.

If you want to solve Yama quickly, you have to use the talisman without using it.

Glancing at the flame devil face that flashed in the shadow, Mingjun narrowed his eyes, time is not waiting, when it is broken, it will be broken.

After making up his mind, Ming Jun glanced at the magic stone, put the sword he had just drawn back into the scabbard, laughed dryly, and discussed in a soft tone: "Yama, cross the border and cut down the ancient array, you live up to the name of the demon!"

"You shouldn't die so namelessly, you should have a brilliant future. As a husband, you should make contributions and dominate your life, I believe you are not willing to fall here like this, right?"

"I vouch for the Mingjun bloodline, as long as you put down your sword, judge Kunlun, and swear to become a part of the Mingjun bloodline, this unpleasant evening will end here. ”

"Isn't it good that we will become brothers and work together to defeat the younger generation of the Six Realms and regain the glory lost by the older generation?"

Luoyang shook his head slightly, looked at Ming Jun, and before he could say anything, the magic stone that moved to the blind corner of Luoyang's line of sight jumped up, and the sword slashed down, like a falling star.