The voice of the Kunlun disciples fell, and the ninefold clouds fell into dead silence, and the wind swept the various sails of the Quartet Immortal Boat.

A few steps forward from the Sui Sword Sect, he squinted at the white-clothed sword cultivator on the mountain path, turned around and nodded to the disciple beside him, and secretly waved his palm, revealing his killing intent.

The twenty-eight-year-old sword cultivator saluted the master, floated down the Dongshan path in the sky, stared at Luoyang's eyebrows, hugged his fists and arched his hands, and his words were resolute.

"What a arrogant Kunlun Immortal Sect, a rampant junior who doesn't know right and wrong, leaving the Qi Mountain of the Sui Sword Sect, please advise!"

Without waiting for Luoyang to speak out, Qi Shan raised his eyebrows and took out his sword, urging the sword style to pierce the clouds, and his body moved with the sword, turning into a fluttering sword light to take the eyebrows of the enemy chief, wanting to kill this unknown Kunlun disciple with one blow, so as to fight back face for the master.

The sword light passed through the mountains, and the distance of more than ten steps was in the blink of an eye.

Luoyang didn't dodge or dodge, he stepped forward to draw his sword in the face of the sword light, his body was staggered, and the golden and white sword qi dispersed into the mountain wind before and after.

The Sauvignon Blanc that pointed obliquely at the dome slowly returned to its sheath, and Luoyang got up and stood up straight.

Behind him, the long sword in Qi Shan's palm fell to the ground, his body shook a few times, and he knelt down in front of Kunlun Mountain, his eyes were dull, and there were forty-nine deadly sword marks around his body.

"Senior brother!"

"Liao Meng from the Sui Sword Sect, take your dog's life!"

The big man on the fairy boat had red eyes, swept out of the fairy boat, and was as tall as a wide and heavy five-foot heavy sword on the door, and privately urged the mountain collapse sword technique to the extreme, intending to destroy the murderer along with the Dongshan trail and bury it for his junior brother.

Luoyang looked up at Liao Meng's sword-like direction, jumped up, Sauvignon Blanc collided with the heavy sword like a door panel, and Jin Ge's voice was like thunder on the ground, shocking Xiao Han.

The golden light penetrated the white light, and Liao Meng flew high with a wail, and fell heavily into the Kunlun Mountains, shattered to pieces.

Luoyang spun in the air and unloaded, his white clothes fluttered, and he fell back to his original position in a very chic manner, his qi did not grow, his face did not change color, and he looked at ease.

The head of the Sui Sword Sect squinted at Luoyang, and asked, "Fight fast with fast and control with force, where does the doll master come from, why is this sword cultivation method not much different from me and Sui Sword Sect?"

"You Fan Sui is an outcast of the outer courtyard of Lingxiao Peak in the past, I am in charge of Lingxiao Peak today, where do you say my teacher came from?"

Luoyang said softly, although he stood low, he was overwhelmed by all the disciples of the Sui Sword Sect, and his name was not right, and no matter how high he stood up, it was impossible for others to look up to him.

Fan Sui was silent, looked at the group of disciples who had no intention of fighting, and passed the message to the other three masters, and said: "Opal, Wu Ke, Qu Feng, this son is outstanding in swordsmanship, if we don't beat him, we may not be able to enter the Kunlun Mountain Gate, no need to scruple, hurry up." ”

The three of them nodded at the same time, and gestured to the doorman, and the young talent who had been holding back for a long time showed his fighting spirit at the same time, and the first refining molten mountain wrestler jumped off the fairy boat first, and he held his hammer high, hating to smash Luoyang into a meat pie.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, insulting the Sword Sect with wild words, I really don't know whether to live or die, kill!"

The hammer was furious, Luoyang withdrew and retreated, calmly swinging his sword.

The earthquake trembled, and there was a huge pit of three or four steps across the winding path, and the sword qi cut through two or three horizontal flying mountain stones, and the wrestler covered the severed neck, staggered into the huge pit, and brought up a cloud of dust.

"Next. ”

Luoyang didn't look at the smelting force again, and gently pulled the sword flower, his eyes were indifferent, without the slightest mercy and kindness.

In a sense, the cultivator has no intention of being with the beasts in the forest, the weak eat the strong, either dominate or be dominated, and there will never be a third choice.

The heart of the five factions is well known, if the situation is reversed, Kunlun is weak, how can they still be so indecided, I am afraid that they will have already entered the mountains like tigers in the mountains to loot and burn, and the ancient road has been burned, the children of the door, the rebels are dead, and those who give in are slaves, and they are servants from generation to generation, and they will never be liberated.

Qian Lingzi and Dan Yuzi hid in the mountains and forests, examining the situation in the mountains, and seeing that the forces of the Quartet did not dare to make a move due to the Nine Extremes and Seven Killing Spirit Sword Formations of the Zhutian Jedi, Qian Lingzi's brows gradually tightened, and he took out the sound transmission jade talisman and called in a cold voice: "Ou Que, where are you?

"Kill Li Qinyue, I will rush over immediately, rest assured, the formation is ready, and the time will be triggered. ”

With that, Ou Que, who was full of fatigue, threw away the jade talisman in his hand and hurriedly carried the spiritual energy, in order to recover his strength one step ahead of Li Qinyue.

Li Qinyue sat cross-legged dozens of steps away, his clothes were ragged, there were several sword marks scattered around his body, his breathing was even, and he tried his best to absorb the barren spiritual power around him, and the Taiji diagram that seemed to be blown away outside his body was still stubbornly swirling.

There are countless array discs scattered among the mountains and fields within a radius of ten miles, the forging furnace is overturned, the furnace fire is extinguished, and the forging hammer falls alone on the side of the mountain road.

The dust was fluttering, the heat wave was surging in the mountains, and the smell of burning was permeating the wilderness, Li Qinyue opened her eyes, a flash of light flashed in her eyes, and she looked at Ou Qu who was meditating from afar, and opened her mouth to persuade her to surrender.

"The big picture has been decided, and it's too late to turn back. ”

"Hmph! It's hard to break through the realm, people's hearts are unpredictable, who can really let it go?"

Ou Que opened his eyes, and his eyebrows were full of resentment.

It is true that the avenues are different and the road ends together, but even the road to the same goal is far and near, and the crape myrtle is a smooth road, although there are rugged and thorny roads along the way, you can always see the head.

The Soul Refining Mystery Road is a long and dangerous road, with uneven potholes, twists and turns, and there is no end in sight, and perhaps no one can reach the end at all.

He lost this war of attrition, not because he lost to Li Qinyue, but because he lost to Ziwei Shanglingdao!

"Choice determines fate, fate determines choice, this is what Uncle Xiao said, today's matter was doomed when you decided to feel the spirit of external force earlier, and some of the Dao Fa external force sense spirit cannot be cultivated, and will die!"

"Win or lose, you people will always be so annoying, if I win, I will never talk to the loser, I will only give him a sword, let him go peacefully, and start all over again as soon as possible. ”

"Don't seek the next life, stand in the present, preach in the hope of setting things right, not relying on the identity of the winner to ridicule!"

"I don't want to hear this, let's talk about your layout, Li Qinyue is invincible in the back. ”

Ou Wei stood up with a smile, lifted the forging hammer with great effort, and slammed it at Li Qinyue's head, the road is invisible, but he can't give up halfway, the master can watch.

"You want to move the sword mound, you want to kill Senior Sister Qingrou, you want to kill the ancestor, you want to get Kunlun, if you want to do it, I won't let you do it, that's it. ”

Li Qinyue turned sideways to avoid the forging hammer, her words were reserved, her palm was patted, and Ou Qi covered her chest and took more than ten steps backwards with her spiritual power, and finally leaned on a half-broken mountain stone to stabilize her figure.

"The situation in Kunlun Mountain is changing rapidly, the outcome is unknown, I am mortal, and you may not be good enough to go there. ”

Ou Que threw away the heavy forging hammer and raised his fist to step forward, and there was a little more spiritual power in the meridians out of thin air, which made him see hope.

"With Senior Brother Luoyang here, you can't win, your variables were strangled to death by me, but our variables still exist. ”

Li Qinyue tilted her head to avoid the heavy punch, and with a flick of her hand, the Taiji diagram flashed, and Ou Que was locked in place, unable to move even though he struggled.

At the top of Qianling Peak, hearing Ou Que's reply, Dan Yuzi quietly turned his hands behind his back, clenched the short sword in the sleeve of his robe, and carefully guarded against Qianlingzi.

The birds are hiding with a good bow, and Ou Que is not there, and Qian Lingzi is likely to kill him.

"Are you sure that poison can kill Qingxu?"

Qian Lingzi's gaze moved away from the young man who had once again picked away from Sui Jianxiu, and looked at Qiong Xiaofeng from afar, clenching the sword, not knowing what he was thinking.

"He's not the first to be killed by this poison, and certainly not the last!"

"That's fine. ”

Qian Lingzi nodded, and let out his distraction, and the six sons of Ji Wei under the mountain quietly passed through the layers of prohibitions and walked towards the sword mound.

Ou Que can't come back, the formation weapon cultivation and the formation sword cultivation are compared to the recovery power in the end, and the refining and melting spirit Xuan Dao is far inferior to Ziwei Shangling Dao, and it is impossible for him to win against Li Qinyue.

"Qingxu old man has been in the valley for ten thousand years, what are you going to do?"

"When the time comes, you will know, don't take it lightly. Qian Lingzi smiled without saying a word, and his gaze fell on the short and fat monk who was working hard among the Qiongxiao Peaks through the layers of smoke and clouds.

No matter how shrewd you are, you won't care about an ordinary handyman.

At the pinnacle of the sword, the Kunlun Patriarch died in the hands of an external force senser, how ironic, how perfect.

An ancient tree hugged by three people next to the Dongshan Trail was cut off by the sword light, the branches and leaves flew, and Luoyang, who pointed at the sky with an oblique sword, slowly got up, his white clothes fluttering, and his body was full of slaughter.

The smelter with the double axe fell to the ground weakly, and there were nearly a hundred sword marks on the heavy armor on his chest.

"Next!"

The immortal boats of the four factions fell silent, the four masters teach you to look at me, I look at you, they can all see the anxiety and powerlessness between each other's eyebrows, their descendants are very strong but Luoyang is stronger, this Kunlun's little uncle seems to be a demon, whether it is Qi Tianxiang or Luoyang, they can't be handled with common sense.

Just when the Quartet forces were retreating, Ji Wei's seven sons had already gone deep into the sword mound, Qian Lingzi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried several times to control the seven sons to urge the magic circle.

The calm Kunlun Mountain shook violently, and the sword light broke through the surface, and a thousand swords roared in unison, shaking the sky.

The Nine Extremes and Seven Killing Silent Spirit Sword Formations of the Heaven Destroying Jedi revealed their true faces, the two-colored sword qi rose and surged, the condensed array shook and trembled, and the Qi'er disintegrated into a point of light in the sky.