The blue wolf roars in the moon, and the colorful starlight scatters into the white clothes, like the autumn wind that rolls the red mountains, stirring up countless killing opportunities, and should be with the light cold that crosses the night sky.

"Okay, good to come!"

Xuanluo chuckled and dodged the sword that showed its edge, and the iron fist blasted out, and a large area of flowing clouds was shaken apart.

Luoyang flashed Xuanluo's iron fist, raised his sword and swung it lightly, slashing out the sword arc brilliantly.

Xuanluo, who was in the shape of the iron tower, bowed down leisurely, like a soft snake, lightly avoided the sword of the owl's head, retreated dozens of steps, and looked at Luoyang with interest.

The snake demon floated out from his shoulder, and the snake letter spat lightly, and said in his mouth, "Your sword is very good, but it's a pity that you can't kill people, it's useless!"

Luoyang didn't speak, turned his hand and took out the Sauvignon Blanc, the frost blade was wiped lightly, the pattern was dazzling, the double sword of the gods and demons was in the palm of his hand, stepping on the yin and yang instruments, the line of rigidity and softness was transformed, doing fast and slow circulation, and carrying endless killing machines.

The snake demon retracted his head in fright, Xuanluo hooked the corner of his mouth, the void shook slightly, ignoring the distance of dozens of steps, and suddenly appeared in front of Luoyang, with an iron fist and eyebrows, killing gods, real martial power, nine interceptions and nine kills, and one air pressure on the firmament.

Luoyang was unwilling to retreat, raised his sword and slashed, his fists and swords intersected, and he just hit Gang, and the explosion was deafening.

Xuanluo was distracted and used for two purposes, his palms fell, and the swords were sticking to each other, with softness to softness, and the killing machine was invisible and shadowless.

"Five thunderstorms!"

"A thought blooms!"

Boxing and swordsmanship are comparable, one person and one demon change their moves at the same time, the green lotus is in full bloom, the thunder light dissipates, Xuanluo shocks the strength of the sky, although the wind is temporarily down, it does not retreat but advances, raising his fist to feint, the head of the snake appears on his shoulder, and he opens his mouth to spit out a blue mang.

In an instant, the blue light tore through the void and disappeared at the end of the sky......

The Son of Heaven gradually looked dazzled, whether it was Luoyang's sword or Xuanluo's fist, they all heard the Tao's momentum, every move, every release and collection contained an inexplicable reason, it seems that this sword should be cut like this, this punch should be out like this, if it is not so, it is wrong.

"Smell the momentum...... You have to hurry up, after hiding for more than ten years, it's time to take two steps forward, otherwise, you will really forget that you are still a real dragon......"

Saying that, the Son of Heaven narrowed his eyes, urging He Luo Yiyan to slow down the movement of his fist and sword, perceive the truth, and borrow the stones of other mountains to understand the emperor's power.

"True Martial Cangxuan, collapse!"

The true martial power and thunderous power were superimposed on each other, and the continuous Liangyi Dust Sword was torn apart in an instant.

Xuanluo's iron fist drove straight in, slammed into Luoyang's chest, collapsed through the body, shook and injured the enemy, and Luoyang opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, shook and retreated, looked at Xuanluo's hideous chuckle, and threw Sauvignon Blanc into the air with his hand.

The Heavenly Sword is a word, and now that there are two swords in his hand, the Heavenly Sword will naturally change its taste.

Following this unprovoked thought, Luoyang came to his senses and uttered a burst of almost crazy whispers, "Heavenly Sword, Heavenly Sword, heh, Heavenly Sword......"

Shadow moved, Luoyang lifted the Heavenly Sword again, looked at Xuanluo, his eyes were shining red, he stepped forward, handed out a few swords, and was then caught by Xuanluo in the gap, and flew away with a punch......

The night is not young, the bright moon is flawless, Luoyang is bombarded again and again, and the demon under the skin is faintly moving, temporarily forgetting the Liangyi Dust Sword.

The wind rose, and the plain white light on the Heavenly Sword dissipated, leaving only the brilliant golden light, Ling Xiao opened the Heavenly Sword and put it down.

"Nine Kills!"

With a long roar, Luoyang was blown away again, his heart was calm, he forgot the pain, he dodged with his sword, and rushed directly towards Xuanluo without using a fleeting step, his movements were very slow, but the sword was extremely sharp.

Nine Hidden Paths, put it down!

Chaos Blue Lotus Sword, put it down!

If there is a feeling of Luoyang, he has temporarily forgotten all the Taoist methods he has cultivated, and he only has the Heavenly Sword in his heart, and the Heavenly Sword moves slightly, and there is a sword aura chaotic void.

Xuanluo raised his fist to protect the vital points around him, and retreated a hundred steps in embarrassment, snorting coldly in a low voice.

"Selfless state of mind, unparalleled in battle...... Luoyang, you are such a terrible demon!"

Luoyang was silent, or forgot how to speak, only the heavenly sword in his heart, only the opponent in his eyes, no movement, the clouds were scattered, the sharp sword light swept through the sky, and directly cut off Xuanluo's arm, some golden beast blood fell on his face, and Xuanluo, who realized it later, moved out a few steps horizontally, staring at the broken arm for a long time.

With the blessing of the selfless state of mind, Luoyang's sword was at least three times faster!

The Son of Heaven was also shocked in his eyes, squinting at Heluo Yi's eyes, constantly thinking about Fang Cai's situation, raising the sword, cutting down, sparse and ordinary sword, there is no mystery, only fast, accurate, ruthless, and relying on the infinite changes of the three stacked together.

If cultivation is like mountaineering, those who stand under the sky are the peak, if enlightenment is like mountaineering, those who have attained the true realm of the Tao are the peak, and if the state of mind is like mountaineering, the foot of the mountain, the mountainside, and the peak correspond to the three realms of self-forgetfulness, true self, and emptiness.

The truth and spell are easy to cultivate, the state of mind of enlightenment is difficult to know, the young man with his hair is already a grandmaster, he has heard the Taoist potential, and his mood is selfless, Qi Tianxiang's talent is unparalleled, and Luoyang's talent is still above Qi Tianxiang, which is really better than blue.

Sighing Tianzong Wizard, the Son of Heaven put down the amazing sword in his heart, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, the victory and defeat have been divided, Xuanluo can't leave Qi Realm, because Luoyang really wants to kill him.

Xuanluo didn't know this, he was reborn with a broken arm, burning his battle intent, and rushed to Luoyang with a cruel smile, with pitch-black scale armor all over his body, and he couldn't help trembling, and his sharp sword qi couldn't get close at all.

"Qing Shui Ye Ning!"

Raising his fist, the pitch-black Xuanshui rose into the air, and the layers of waves evolved into the Xuanwu Void, and the fist filled the air.

Luoyang calmly lifted the sword, without the need for a scabbard, hiding the sword in the void, and there was a strong outbreak of sword drawing between slashing and stabbing.

Several strands of starlight sprinkled brightly, a few wisps of golden sword bloom passed through the Xuanshui, the heavenly sword slowly pressed down the fist, the pitch-black scale armor gradually cracked, and finally shattered into a streamer, the sword qi swept through the void, and countless wounds were listed around Xuanluo's body.

Xuanluo lowered his head, all the injuries from the broken bones and tendons between his breaths scabbed and healed, and when Luoyang approached, he spit out a poisonous smoke, turned around and fled towards Dawei.

The blue wolf roared in the moon, a line of sword light rose in the wind, like Kunpeng spreading its wings, crossing several miles of mountains and rivers, Xuanluo turned around and raised his fist, black and white streamers staggered, the sword shadow tore thousands of purple lightning, and the void was noisy for a long time before it could be restored to calm.

Luoyang fell into the mountains, holding a sword and walking to a deep pit not far away, Xuanluo got up from the pit, roared and turned into a Xuanwu body, the tortoise shell was pitch black, the scale armor was broken, a giant python wrapped around the shell, spit out the snake letter, and shot two green streamers from his eyes.

"Wear!"

Luoyang, who had been silent for a long time, opened his mouth and spit out a word, raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and the heavenly sword stabbed out, destroying the two streamers, and a little cold star went straight to the center of the snake demon's eyebrows.

Roar!

Xuanwu roared and stepped lightly on his forefoot, shaking up a rolling wave of air, the ground cracked and the stone collapsed but it was difficult to stop the heavenly sword, seeing that the snake demon's life was on the verge, Xuanluo turned into a human form again, turned around to avoid the heavenly sword but was pointed at the shoulder by Luoyang's successive sword points, the left half of the body exploded with blood mist, and the starlight fell more and more powerless, and it was difficult to heal for a long time.

"Slash!"

The words of the sword moved, Xuanluo manifested its original form, the corpse was in two places, Luoyang was about to collect the sword, the rich black mist surged, the snake demon appeared and swallowed the Xuanluo demon, the body expanded a few times, and before he could escape, the golden sword light fell again, breaking seven inches, breaking the demon's life, and paying the blood debt.