The mountain road twists and turns, the strange pines under the clouds look at each other, two or three fire crows fly by, the unknown secluded stream farewell, the mouth is hoarse and hissing, causing the mountains and forests to be silent.

Several demons broke through the sea of clouds, and the fire crows flew in shock, and before the strange pine dancing leaves applauded, they were cut into fine pieces by the dazzling sword light.

The girl in the red dress followed the enemy's trail and floated out of the clouds, looked at the quiet mountain road, turned over with her hands, and two streams of fire swirled from under her feet, like a dragon ascending to the sky, stirring up the clouds and mist, condensing into a storm, igniting the sea of clouds in the blink of an eye, forcing the hidden boy out of life.

"Sister Nannuo, the little one surrenders, the little one surrenders!"

Chu Liao shouted loudly regardless of his temperament, his green fangs dancing on his fingertips, like butterflies among flowers, elegant and gorgeous.

Nan Nuo smiled lightly, retracted the fireworks, looked up at Li Menghan, and said in a loud voice: "Come down, it's not a matter to drag it like this, as if some people are afraid." ”

Li Menghan glared at Chu Liao angrily, fluttered down from the peak, looked at Nan Nuo, as if he could see through her thoughts, and said proudly: "Don't think I don't know what you want to do, don't you just want to defeat me and go down the mountain to meet your little man in advance?" I told Nan Nuo, you bear with it, I won't make a move!"

Nan Nuo pursed his lips disdainfully, flew and sat on the rocks, squinting his eyes, and conducting his daily inspection.

The smoke willow paints the bridge, sparkling and shattered light, the Yiren on the painting boat is extraordinarily pretty, the eyebrows and eyes imply the tenderness of the veins, the plain hands are folded in front of the body, and the fragrance of flowers touches the dress, depicting the almost perfect curve.

"Thief!"

Nan Nuo narrowed his eyes, and violent fireworks were surging all around him, purple and dense, and there was indeed a murderous aura.

Luoyang really sensed the annoyance of the Yiren, and couldn't help but chuckle, and the Heavenly Sword slashed leisurely, slashing the quiet picture scroll with one sword.

Butterfly Zimo stepped on the water splash step by step, chuckled and danced, swirled the palace skirt and landed in front of Luoyang, leaning forward prettyly, smiling and squinting with good-looking eyes, the body gradually turned into a butterfly dance, and the eyebrows were full of tenderness, and they didn't care about Luoyang's big fight.

"Xianggong, husband, can you be gentle? The slave family is weak, not as delicate as the flower, but it can't be destroyed......"

The purple butterflies in the sky are scattered with fragrant breeze, and the aftersound is lingering, and the fragrance is gone.

Nan Nuo pursed her lips dissatisfiedly, turned around and looked at Li Menghan, who was doing everything possible to stop her from passing, a little annoyed and angry, "You despicable and shameless inferior demon clan, do you dare to fight with me?"

"Hehe, no, whatever you say, anyway, I don't have a man, and I'm not afraid of being robbed!"

"You ......"

Nan Nuo clenched his fists angrily, stared at Li Menghan for a while, suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said: "Guo Feng, this little devil is good, he is talented, full of knowledge, if he can marry my Heavenly Demon Clan, it must be excellent." ”

"What, this mountain looks at that mountain high, empathy and don't fall in love?"

"Of course not, my Heavenly Demon Clan's young age to be married is very long, day by day, wishful thinking can be compared to the joy of the two loves, one day we will go out, at that time my little man is still my little man, and some demons will lose their only sustenance, so pitiful......"

"Whatever you want, I don't care. ”

Li Menghan maintained a disdainful and arrogant attitude, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, not showing any flaws, looking at Nannuo from afar, his eyes were hot, competing against each other, and he would not admit defeat.

"Okay, you're very idle, aren't you? Dingyuan pile, three days!"

The Great Elder's angry roar came from the top of the mountain, Nan Nuo proudly hooked the corners of his mouth, flew down the mountain rock, raised his hands flat, buckled his wrists, pulled his back with his chest, and the void spirit was strong, and he didn't want to be beaten, so he stood on an abnormally standard Dingyuan pile.

Li Menghan stared at Nannuo, laughing silently, standing up in a proper manner, with an illusion in his eyes, there are witches bullying Luoyang, there are Luoyang bullying witches, all kinds, endlessly in Nannuo's heart, silently venting the true emotions in his heart.

Nan Nuo looked directly at Li Menghan's eyes, smiled softly, used anger and sorrow to cultivate the sword, played martial arts in his heart, and fought with Li Menghan for dozens of moves.

Some creatures just don't remember to eat, as far as it seems, the last time they hit was too light, and they have to be ruthless when they find an opportunity......

The willows followed the wind, the purple rhyme was blown away by the fragrance of flowers, Luoyang let go of the heavenly sword and slowly narrowed his eyes.

There are too many secrets in the Heavenly Sword, and there are too many puzzles in the Sea of Knowledge.

The pure bamboo is the magic weapon of the mother, but why should it be used to suppress the Heavenly Sword Sword Spirit, if that white light is the Heavenly Sword Sword Spirit......

Mother is a person, why is she close to the gods, if Long Chengfei will be his father, then why does he not have a godhead, let alone a demigod?

Is the white-clothed sword fairy holding the heavenly sword in the dream himself?

Could that other sword immortal be the black-clothed Luoyang, where did he come from, why was he not bound by reincarnation, and why did he know about the Heavenly Sword Cultivation?

These Luoyang are unknown, the master said that he was born with psychedelic colors, which is not bad at all, I hope he can still smile calmly on the day these puzzles are solved, this journey is not easy.

"She's gone? ”

Xu Yilan smiled calmly, reached out to pluck the clear water, attracted a few swimming geese, came forward, skillfully bowed his head and pecked, did not get the food, turned around and left silently, the proud back reflected in the clear water, making the old man on the shore sigh, and couldn't help but recall the young heroism.

"She is a very confident person, she controls me in her imagination, it is a matter of time before she kills you, Chengzhu is in her chest, and she naturally calms down, as for the ancestral hall, she must not care much about ghosts like her, and she is angry that you have broken her face. ”

"Butterfly Purple Foam, that's amazing...... When will she come back?"

"I don't know, sooner or later, she won't be able to untie that sword qi, her life is on the line, and she won't make us wait too long. ”

Luo Yang said softly, his sword fingers moved lightly, provoking the sword qi in Butterfly Zimo's body, and he slashed off seven points of spiritual power in an instant.

Butterfly Zimo couldn't help frowning, perceiving the sword qi that contained endless dexterity, abundant infinite wisdom, and pure emptiness, and her brows gradually stretched.

Everyone underestimated Luoyang, and the sword of conviction was not his strongest sword, but a corner of the iceberg exposed to the water, and this sword qi implied the meaning of Buddhism and Taoism being pure and selfless.

If you don't follow the road ahead, with a sword, Luoyang is probably in pursuit of detachment!

"Xianggong is a young man, and before he reaches the top, he has the meaning of Lingxiao, and the slave family likes you more. ”

The butterflies fell on Luoyang's side, the butterfly Zimo changed into white clothes, her long hair was shawled, the charm on her face turned pure, the willow eyebrows frowned slightly, and she exuded a little cold that rejected people for thousands of miles.

Luoyang looked at Yiren carefully, knowing the ability of Butterfly Zimo, and was not surprised by this kind of change.

"Got it figured, when is the time to trade?"

Butterfly Zimo chuckled and didn't answer, cast a spell and changed into a light yellow dress, doing a little bird according to the appearance of a person, wanting to stop talking, wanting to refuse and welcome, waiting for Luoyang to relax his mind for a moment, and once again urging the Night Luo Fantasy Purple Sky Secret Technique.