The golden light of the Buddha swept across the mountains, and countless sand and stone rolls carried the remnants of flowers and leaves to wreak havoc, and the sky was dark, like a scene of the end of the world.

The Buddha's light approached, Luoyang opened his eyes suddenly, lightly lifted the long sword, and disappeared in place like a ghost, and the next moment appeared on Han Sui's right side, drew his sword and slashed instantly, smiling with interest at Han Sui.

The sword qi passed through the body, and after slashing through the flying dust in the sky, it disappeared into the depths of the sky.

Han Sui maintained the posture of punching, his eyes gradually lost their brilliance, his long neatly groomed hair fell on his shoulders, and a bone carved sword mark pierced through most of his body, cutting off his vitality.

Luoyang, who was leaning over in a lunge, slowly stood up straight, casually threw away the half-truncated sword that was obliquely pointing at the dome, urging Ziyan to pour into his right arm, which was injured and boneless, and turned to look at Han Sui, his tone full of disappointment.

"You can be so loud but only have this ability, you are weaker than that ghost, it's really not interesting!"

Saying that, Luoyang looked up at the flying boat in the clouds, turned his hand and took out another sword.

On the flying boat, Old Man Qi seemed to put down the wine gourd on his lips with a sense of feeling, waved his hand to Luoyang, and pondered the game between life and death, wanting to recall the origin of the familiar sharp aura on Luoyang's body.

The peerless sword that transformed into a strong killing star began with Luoyang's fateful prediction and ended with Luoyang's flawless sword drawing technique.

The angle, speed, timing, and strength of this sword are impeccable. One point earlier will be blocked, one minute later will be avoided, one less point of strength will not be able to kill the enemy, and one more point of force will delay the handsome......

Old Man Qi's expression gradually became exciting, sometimes laughing proudly, sometimes shaking his head sadly and sighing.

After thousands of years of wind and snow, Qi Tian Sword Immortal felt that he was old for the first time, and for the first time thought that his sword was not as good as others......

The smoke clouds were ethereal, and the wildfire was inexplicably extinguished.

Luoyang's eyes suddenly regained their clarity, and a heat wave surged around him, glowing with wisps of purple fireworks.

Nan Nuo, who was recovering from his injuries, hugged his lover into his arms, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he whispered infatuation.

"My little hero, don't struggle, if you don't become a demon, who will marry me?"

The green leaves trembled slightly, the two floating green bamboos slowly fell, the throbbing demon heart gradually calmed down, and the wisps of purple flame converged into the body.

Luoyang raised his hand and hugged Nan Nuo tightly, and said as if he had promised to swear: "If I don't become a demon, I will marry you!" Yan passed out, his body spasmed and trembled, his sword eyebrows tightened together, and he held Nan Nuo's palm tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear.

Nan Nuo smiled quietly, carefully helped Luoyang to lie down, stroked his short hair, and hummed the song that Luoyang taught her, the joy between her eyebrows was better than the spring breeze.

Blue sky and white clouds, the years are quiet, if possible, who does not want this moment to become eternal.

Meng Fan stood at the head of the city and watched from afar, seeing everything in his eyes and listening to it really. It is inevitable that there are mixed tastes in the heart, immortals kill people, demons save people, what happened to this world since Kunlun Xianmen closed the mountain?

On a whim, Niwako opened her eyes suddenly, and a bright light on the top of the lampstand suddenly went out.

His hands were slowly clenched, and after thinking slightly, Dan Yuzi opened his mouth and called out of the hall: "Bai Su, go and help the teacher do something." ”

"Disciple is here!" The white-clothed sword cultivator sitting cross-legged outside the door stood up and saluted, eager to try.

"The mountain master of the Great Qi Immortal League, Fang Bu, has an old relationship with me, you take three thousand disciples down the mountain, and let him help wipe out the three cities of Beihai, Hejian, and Qianyu! Remember, cut the grass and eradicate the roots! Do this well, you are the future senior brother of Hong Yunfeng, and the feather order is yours!"

"Thank you, Master, the disciple will live up to Master's expectations!"

Bai Su was overjoyed, and his eyebrows flew and he strode out of the hospital, calling to lead a group of disciples down the mountain in the clouds. The purpose of his joining Hong Yunfeng is the Feather Order, and those who have obtained the Feather Order can enter the Feather Immortal Realm to refine the soul body and change their qualifications, which is a great creation!

Three thousand disciples descended the mountain, and Hong Yunfeng suddenly fell silent.

Dan Yuzi slowly got up, put the Dan furnace into his sleeve, packed up the treasures of the mountain medicinal materials, the three flowers broke out of the body, the bright aurora illuminated the entire golden hall, the divine consciousness passed, and the souls of the living beings in the mountains were scattered.

With a wave of his sleeves to ignite the mountain fire, Niwako stepped into the depths of the firelight.

Fang Bu has a ruthless temperament and has no old enmity with him, so these disciples who know more or less some secrets will not survive. Hong Yunfeng has been wiped out at this point, no matter how much the person who killed Han Sui knows, it can only end here.

Xihe semi-hidden West Mountain, the clouds are drunk and lying in the glow, the flat boat is swaying lightly, and the faint Luoyang is quiet and awake, there is an indescribable look of refreshment, like drinking a big bowl of herbal tea in the hot summer.

"Good job, boy, I'll give you a chicken butt to eat. ”

Old man Qi waved his fan gently, squinted his eyes, and smiled, like a rich man with children and grandchildren.

"I want a chicken, don't think I don't know if you die again!"

"Jade can't be cut into a weapon. Two chicken legs, couldn't be more!"

"A chicken! Otherwise, when I find my wife, I will sue, saying that you drink flower wine, look at other little girls, and enter people's ......."

"Deal!"

Old man Qi replied very crisply, Luoyang nodded contentedly, stared down at the roast chicken in the oven, and forgot the second half of the sentence.

"Nannuo is going home, Kunlun Xianmen is about to open, when you are full, you can go to Kunlun Xianmen! I folded my sword out of the mountain for 800 years, and it is time to go home with a hidden sword. ”

Luoyang nodded, still looking at the Dan furnace with blank eyes, but his expression was diametrically opposite to Fang Cai, his heart was sour and bitter, and his sense of expectation for the roast chicken was mostly missing.

He still has a lot to say to her......

Old man Qi rolled his eyes angrily, hated that iron was not steel, raised the pu fan and slapped it heavily on Luoyang's head, and asked dissatisfiedly: "It is said that parting is for a better reunion, looking at your kid's unpromising appearance, can you become a big thing?"

"What's not to do?"

"I have a grudge against the Emperor of Yama, I have a grudge against the Jade Emperor, I can't say that the Demon Emperor Nanli is also hating me, the Five Emperors of the Six Realms, I have offended more than half of them, and half of the twelve absolute people want to kill me, are you not afraid at all?"

"Afraid? There are only back waves pushing the front waves in the world, so there are rivers flowing backwards?"

Luoyang smiled confidently, with a sword in hand, there was nothing to look up to.

One day in the future, there will definitely be a place for him at the top, Uncle Kunlun, you can't do it if you don't reach the top.

"Good!"

Old man Qi praised and handed the roast chicken to Luoyang.

Luoyang took the roast chicken with great interest, leaned close to his lips, and remembered Nannuo's voice, which felt very unpleasant.

"Little thief, remember clearly, when you are out alone, what you can do and what you can't do!"

Purple flames fluttered, and Wen Yu's voice suddenly sounded in Luoyang's ears.

The young man turned around in surprise, just in time to meet a pair of magnificent purple eyes, silently tender, with endless love words.

"This sword is called Sauvignon Blanc, Grandpa Mo Ci's most proud work in the past thousand years, I just stole it, if I am bumped into in the future, how do you explain to his old man?"

"Token of Love!"

Luo Yang said with a chuckle, took the long sword with black and red as the main color, and stared at the sword, full of pride.

Nan Nuo nodded with satisfaction, skillfully took out Luoyang's Sumeru bag, took out all the treasures, medicinal materials and middle and high-grade spirit stones, leaving only the talisman and tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Luoyang smiled and looked at Nanlu, who was like a housekeeper, and was just about to ask for some treasures to keep as a meeting gift for his teachers and nephews, when he saw Nan Nuo bite off a piece of chicken thigh meat and come forward......

The clouds are surging, waiting for Luoyang to return to his senses, and the Yiren are far away, and there is no trace of them.

The shy teenager smirked and touched his lips from time to time, feeling an endless amount of motivation, never looking forward to a reunion like this.