The evening breeze was getting colder, Luoyang casually inserted the Qiushui Sword in place, paced close to Ling Qiwei, ignored the senior sister's hateful gaze, and tried his best to suppress the illusory heart Shura, the smile was sunny and gentle.

"I have been in the underworld for three years, I have killed the descendants of ghosts and gods, fought the ghost emperors of the five directions, met the current Yama Emperor, and beheaded the future Yama Emperor...... Dare to do anything, naturally I have read the book of life and death, it is clearly written on it, Shi Niang's life is not over, and she is still in the world!"

These words were like summer thunder, and their sudden explosion in Ling Qiwei's ears frightened Yiren's face to change color, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at Luoyang's eyebrows in disbelief, instinctively trying to find traces of lies in them.

But she was destined to be disappointed, Luoyang's eyes were very real, the corners of her mouth were hooked, and she smiled easily like a master, the same gentle and close, the same real and unobstructed.

A few broken leaves fell on her shoulders, pulling Ling Qiwei out of her memories.

Yiren stepped back with a disgraced face, not daring to meet Luoyang's true gaze. I have mixed feelings, I hope that this is true, and on the other hand, I constantly deny this hope.

After being in the dark for a long time, anyone will be afraid of the sun, and the sword immortal is no exception, let alone a sword cultivator.

"Senior sister, I won't lie to you......"

"!"

Ling Qiwei covered her ears with a low roar, and the sword went straight into the depths of the sea of clouds.

She was terrified of everything Luoyang had described.

Unscrupulous means for her own selfish interests, helping to destroy the master for the sake of abuse, how can she still have the face to face the master?

"Believe me, one day I will get my master back!"

Luoyang shouted loudly to the embarrassed back, looking forward to some time in the future.

At that time, he found his master, and every afternoon at dusk, the master and his wife sat in the courtyard, drinking the tea made by the senior sister, laughing and talking about the trivial things of life, and the boat returned to the harbor, not wandering.

At that time, he would bring his lover to the door to meet his wife, and Nan Nuo, who was blushing, would stand with him in the courtyard full of begonias, and he was cramped and uneasy by his mother's hope, not like a female devil, but like a shy little girl.

At that time, the senior sister's smile was also heavy and couldn't let go, maybe she would change into a white dress, and stand behind the senior sister obediently, looking moving, presumably he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and Nan Nuo would screw him unexpectedly......

The sunset sets the old and leaves, and the moon rises and the new arrives.

Taking advantage of Luoyang's immersion in conjecture, the young patriarch who was slashed by Xue Qingrou floated down the clouds, took a closer look at the young man's smirk, raised his hand and gently tapped on his forehead, and asked out loud.

"Boy, it's just getting dark, what are you dreaming about?"

Luo Yang scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, and looked up at the kind-looking "teenager" of the same age in front of him.

The "boy" has an ordinary appearance, an ordinary temperament, everything is mediocre but gives Luoyang an inexplicable illusion, and it is impossible for his sword to cut the ordinary "boy" in front of him, at least not now.

The thought couldn't be put down, Luoyang privately handed out a thousand swords to the young ancestor in his heart, teasing and stabbing in a circle, and the cloud washed and hung up, but no matter how the sword came out, the result was doomed.

The small "boy" in front of him is like the wind, formless and phaseless, and it is impossible to cut it.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, Luoyang did not hesitate to summon Sauvignon Blanc, drew his sword and slashed.

When the plain white sword qi of the stele cracked stone approached the young patriarch, it suddenly scattered into plain white fluorescence, scattered, born in amazement, and returned to silence.

"Doll, don't look at me young, I'm your ancestor, you cut me with a sword, this is a deception to destroy the ancestor!"

The young patriarch couldn't suppress the ups and downs of his heart, laughing and laughing, Luoyang was very similar to Qi Tianxiang, especially the sword just now, he clearly saw the shadow of Qi Tianxiang.

Qi Tianxiang, who went to Kunlun at the beginning of the year, was also like this, holding a broken sword that did not enter the stream, staring at him for a long time, cutting out a sword that was difficult to calm down, and gritting his teeth after defeating.

"Look at the sword!" Unlike the master, Luoyang did not give up, but urged the Tibetan swordsmanship to fight again.

The Sauvignon Blanc's autumn-like blade was wrapped in golden sword light, and several waning moon-like sword qi were brought up between swings.

The young patriarch stood in place with a smile, looking at Luoyang with interest, this child is very similar to Qi Tianxiang, but more extreme and more confident than Qi Tianxiang.

After a long attack, Luoyang raised his sword and stabbed out, Sauvignon Blanc tore the night sky, and stopped three feet in front of the young patriarch, and the sharp and unparalleled sword momentum was like a mud cow into the sea, scattered invisible.

Because the young patriarch did not cover it up, Luo Yang could clearly perceive the inexplicable force that hindered the blade.

The power is incomparably mysterious and obscure, much like facing an over-the-top arithmetic problem, there are many hints in the question stem, at first glance it seems that any road can be passed, but in fact, no road can be taken!

After a moment of confrontation, Luoyang's face became more and more ugly, and the young patriarch shook Luoyang back with a smile and a wave of his sleeves.

"Okay, it's too late, wait for when you get out of Vientiane Senluo and try again, maybe you can move forward a little later. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gestured with his thumb and forefinger to make a small slit, showing full of pleasure. This kind of cheerfulness of bullying people has not been seen since Qi Tianxiang grew up, and it is really nostalgic.

Thousands of miles away under the bright moon and stars moored a flat boat, Qi Tianxiang in the boat looked at the appearance of the young ancestor in the moon, very dissatisfied pouting, index finger a little in the air, the intangible energy through the void quietly fell on Luoyang's shoulder, with strength to arouse the illusion of Shura.

The bright red incantation instantly eroded the entire palm, and the approachable young ancestor instantly distorted into the appearance of the Tuotian Ghost Emperor.

The bamboo leaves trembled slightly, the sea of knowledge rippled layer by layer, the two pure bamboos floated back and forth, and the moon-like sword light lit up the entire sea of knowledge.

Luoyang's agile eyes gradually returned to indifference, clearing the fog in the mountains, and truly seeing the unknown power.

Countless brilliant and colorful lights are stacked on top of each other, beautiful but full of criss-crossing lines, much like building blocks stacked together.

The Sauvignon Blanc in the palm of his hand was put away, and the sword was shining, cutting into the splendid scene along the gap......

"What kind of monster is this?"

The young patriarch was taken aback, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and couldn't let go of it for a long time.

Obtain the truth of the Tao and cast the heavenly foundation, and the heavenly foundation merges and appears in the Taoist realm. The cultivator of the mortal sword solves the Daluo Dao realm, and Luoyang is the first!

There can be no ancients before, and it is estimated that there will be no comers in the future.

"I'm scared to show you that disgusting look!"

Qi Tianxiang laughed proudly, looked up to the sky and drank bitterly, exhaled a sip of wine, and drenched freely.

The last two lamps and candles in the Thousand Spirits Chamber were extinguished and turned to ashes, and the darkness enveloped the entire Thousand Spirits Chamber in the blink of an eye, and the sound of breathing became extremely clear.

With an angry roar, the sound of grinding teeth rose and fell, and Qian Lingzi leaned on the stone chair, his palm gently rubbing against the broken obsidian table, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating, as if he was enduring some kind of unspeakable pain.

Glancing at Qian Lingzi silently, Dan Yuzi sat with his hands clasped and sneered, and the corners of his mouth were hooked proudly.