The clouds lock the mountain, the willows are drunk, the young patriarch waved his hand to close the palace door, walked to the courtyard with a smile, looked at the distant mountains in the clouds, and said curiously: "Did those little cubs make some terrible sword weapons?"

"No, no, it's all fairy swords, and the only thing worth noting is the Yue Nu Sword. Wuchen's divine sense swept across the mountain, did not make a sound, and was quite cautious in transmitting the sound into the secret, and said: "That sword is also in the world......

"Hahaha, it's just the right time, and it's time for this game of chess in the world to end. ”

The young patriarch chuckled and looked at the outer courtyard, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and his eyes were full of anticipation, Qingluan was in love with red, the Yue Nu sword was unmatched, the moonlight was just right, and Kunlun would be lively tonight.

Walking through the thousand-step mountain road, a lover found a good mountain stone to sit down, the light shadows are perfectly spliced together, and the white clothes and red skirts dance with the fragrance of flowers, like the feathers of the winged bird, and also like the inseparable green leaves and red flowers.

Nan Nuo leaned on Luoyang's shoulder, squinted his eyes, greedy for the tranquility at the moment, clenched Luoyang's palm, and muttered: "I want to spell you, I want to tie you up with chains, I want to hide you, I can't rest assured, I always feel that they will snatch you away, I always feel that one day you will leave me......"

"No, never. ”

Luoyang looked at the starry sky, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the sword fingers in his right hand gestured, dozens of sword qi passed through the sky, blooming with a brilliant green lotus, crystal clear, fluttering in the wind, and it was very tight.

Nan Nuo opened his eyes, and Luo Ying's purple eyes were reflected in the colorful smile, and he smiled beautifully, which made Luoyang unconsciously.

The nightingale chirped softly, the green lotus gradually dispersed into a streamer in the sky, Nan Nuo retracted his gaze, looked at the obsessed Luoyang, couldn't help but smile, raised his hand and pulled off a hair, and then pulled a long hair from his head, twisted and entangled, and lightly led with his hands, and the mysterious spell was woven into a fine net, just wrapping one person and one demon into it.

"This is called Qingsi Luowang, a unique secret technique, so it is convenient for me to supervise you. Nan Nuo thought so, and the voice really came into Luoyang's ears.

Luoyang grinned, looked at the moon, thought in his heart, and the words fell into Nan Nuo's ears, "The stars and the moon are so beautiful, but they are not as beautiful as glutinous ......"

Nannuo's face was slightly red, pinched Luoyang's face, and let out a string of laughter like silver bells, "Don't brag in the future, I know if you want me or not." ”

"I'm not bragging, besides, you're worried about what Li Menghan and they will do to you to develop this spell, right?"

"Yes, it's not easy to call someone, we have a man's ......"

Nan Nuo showed a row of delicate little teeth, leaned on Luoyang's shoulder, and emphasized the word "call people", the world is very unpeaceful, Luoyang is used to walking alone, with this spell, she can rest assured.

Luoyang nodded, holding Nannuo's palm tightly, his eyes flashed, eager to be powerful, if he was the best, why should Nannuo be so cautious and frightened.

"Don't worry, the road to the Tao is not in a hurry. ”

"I was in a hurry, I couldn't sleep, I tossed and turned, and I couldn't sleep at night. ”

"Stupid, no serious ......"

The moonlight reflected in the outer courtyard of Kunlun, and the green tiles were hazy and white.

The disciples who got the sword and the disciples who didn't have the sword all fell asleep, only Liu Ziqian still sat cross-legged at the table, using the lamp to refer to the sword, comparing the moves, and realizing the mysterious sword momentum in the mouth of the little uncle.

The lights fluttered, the graceful black shadow swept in front of the window, a line of cold light flashed through the window, Liu Ziqian, who was intoxicated with the sword scripture, suddenly woke up, waved his hand to extinguish the candlelight, and quietly disappeared into the corner of the house, staring at the window flowing through the sword light, and listening carefully to the wind and grass in the courtyard.

There was silence all around, and the knock on the door suddenly startled, and it reverberated in the courtyard and lingered in the night.

Liu Ziqian forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, wiped the cold sweat on his cheeks, took out Moliu, and stared at the door, ready to fight to the death.

That treasure must not fall into the hands of outsiders, otherwise the family will be even more dangerous!

"Ziqian, why don't you sleep well?"

There was a soft cry from the side room, the door opened, and three steps sounded, followed by a muffled grunt and the sound of broken tables and cups.

Liu Ziqian took the opportunity to get up, and just approached the door, a long sword suddenly pierced the carved wooden door, and the sword whirlwind stirred, completely breaking the door.

The assassin strode into the room, raised his sword and raised his eyebrows, and the dazzling cold star pointed directly at Liu Ziqian's eyebrows, swallowing countless killing machines.

Liu Ziqian drew his sword and fired a fatal blow, the layout of the house flowed through his heart, and he picked up the wooden chair on his side with the scabbard and smashed it at the assassin, took the opportunity to break out of the window, raised his sword sideways, and shouted: "Who is coming, do you know that this is Kunlun Xianmen?"

The sword qi was in the air, the assassin slashed through the wooden chair and swept into the courtyard, looked at the ink willow in Liu Ziqian's hand, and said: "Your sword should be stronger than them, come, attack it, don't think about asking for help, this distance, you will already die before you urge the talisman." ”

Liu Ziqian took a step back, Mo Liu put his left hand, raised his sword to strike first, and handed out a sword "smiling and looking for the spring breeze" along the sword meridian path, intending to change the situation to "fold the willow with smoke" or "the night rain and the beginning of the sun".

The two swords intersected, and before the expected sound of Jin Ge, the bare hand flashed under the moon, and the cloud sword suddenly became strong in a few circles, and as soon as the sword collapsed, Mo Liu came out of his hand and swirled into the wall in the distance.

Liu Ziqian bit the tip of his tongue, stabilized his mind with pain, took a big step back, swallowed blood into his stomach, clenched the scabbard, and before he could make a move, the assassin paced forward, his face fell under the moon, and he knew that this "assassin" was actually Song Zidie.

A trace of surprise flashed in Liu Ziqian's eyes, and he called softly: "Senior Sister Purple Butterfly, Senior Sister Purple Butterfly?"

Song Zidie was indeed silent, and lifted the Yue Nu Sword again, followed with her footsteps, and slashed out a blue sword qi.

"My aunt, what's going on with you?"

Liu Ziqian avoided the sword qi in embarrassment, reciting the moves on the sword scripture, the scabbard waved and provoked, and slashed out a sword Qingfeng drunken moon.

The two swords intersected, the water-like sound of the Yue Nu sword suddenly turned into a fierce and powerful, the sound of Jin Ge exploded, and the scabbard in Liu Ziqian's hand came out.

"Your sword is very bad, it's not the opponent I want to seek, is there a stronger swordsman in this mountain?"

"Yes, turn left when you go out and go straight for a hundred steps. ”

Song Zidie nodded, put away the sword and returned it to its sheath, standing quietly in the moonlight, her eyebrows frowned, and her eyes were like a sword-like blue streamer, "Lead the way!"

Liu Ziqian trotted to pick up the scabbard, pulled out the ink willow, and looked at Liu Lin and the others who had passed out, and were about to take out the blanket from the Sumeru bag Song Zidie reached out and held the hilt of the sword, and said coldly: "Quick, don't play tricks!"

Liu Ziqian was so frightened that his palms trembled, and he led Song Zidie out of the courtyard, walked through the corridor, and walked along the Lianyun Bridge to Lingxiao Peak, intending to find the boundless little uncle with high swordsmanship.

Song Zidie can't have anything to do with that group of people, and the disciples in the courtyard just passed out, although I don't know what happened to this girl, but as long as she follows her wishes, she expects her life to be worry-free.

The shadow of the tree moved, and the two walked all the way to the outside of Feiyun Palace, Liu Ziqian, who was nervous in the middle of the night, breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the palace: "Little uncle, little uncle, there is a woman who wants to discuss the sword with you!"

The voice echoed in the night sky, and after a long time, the sleepy-eyed Jiang Luo opened the palace gate, dragged the Qiushui Sword, looked at Liu Ziqian, looked at Song Zidie, and before he could open his mouth, the Yue Nu Sword had already been cut down in the air.

Jiang Luo was sleepy in an instant, and flew back into the courtyard, before he could call out Song Zidie's next sword had arrived in front of him, the autumn water was shining, and a piercing Jin Ge staggered sound exploded in the courtyard, and the colorless spiritual power collapsed at the same time, causing the surrounding flowers and plants to rattle.

Liu Ziqian sat cross-legged on the threshold heartlessly, looking at the men and women fighting swords in the courtyard, secretly anxious.

Jiang Luo can only use basic swordsmanship but he can win fast enough, accurate enough, ruthless enough, and can barely maintain a defensive position, but this is not a long-term solution, he will lose if he keeps it for a long time, and Jiang Luo may lose at any time.

The moon hung on the cornice, the Qiushui Sword and the Yue Nu Sword collided again, Song Zidie nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly increased three points of strength in her hand, Jiang Luo staggered back a few steps, the Qiushui Sword couldn't help trembling, the tiger's mouth broke open a bloody mouth, and the blood stained the sleeves of the red robe.