Hanarakuyu's moves are still swaying freely, and the peach petals all over the sky move with it, as if holding up the whole world, and the waves of the wine bottle that accommodates the world are undulating.

Between the sea of flowers in the sky, the wind and clouds change color, the waves overturn, and the visions of heaven and earth are frequent, which is not much more than the previous Dongfang Xin stirring the endless blue sea, which is the most intuitive embodiment of his self-cultivation.

It is also a sign that an immortal is about to die.

Hua Luoyu's body is shattering, small streamers continue to float out of his body, and a little bit of light falls under the overturned sea of clouds, which has its own beauty, but when this beauty is paved by the rapidly disappearing life of an immortal, no matter how big the heart is, no matter how big the heart is, he will not have the heart to appreciate it.

The fall of immortals has not been a once-in-a-lifetime event in recent years.

The immortals of the Holy Pavilion fell a lot in the small actions of the past few years, surpassing the three venerables of ordinary immortals, and they all died under the combination of the three swords of the three people of the Shoreless Sword Peak.

But after fighting for so long, this is the first time that there has been the death of immortals in the human world, and Hanarakuyu itself is a legendary figure in the human demon realm, since his reappearance in the rivers and lakes, his reputation has become more prosperous, and his death is destined to make countless people sentimental.

Especially Moqing Moyuan, the two juniors of Momei Villa who participated in this battle, they actually don't have a deep impression of this uncle, but in the short time they get along, they can feel the care and love of this villa senior from the bottom of their hearts, and in this creation of giving back to heaven and earth, what they feel the most is also the most essential inheritance that belongs to Momei Villa.

Hualuoyu practiced with the first owner of Momei Villa when he was young, calling each other sisters and brothers, and cultivating for 200 years to surpass the thousand-year-old demon, representing that when Momei Villa entered the WTO, no one in the entire human world was willing to be an enemy of it, even if he was injured by the Blood Demon Sword, he reappeared in the rivers and lakes after decades, and he could still be proud of the world.

His fall is destined to be a great loss to the world.

The corners of Dongfang Xin's mouth showed a smile.

He's still trapped in a fantasy, casually responding to the onslaught from Hanarakugo.

Whether it's reality or fantasy, he perceives the movements of Hanarakugo clearly, and naturally knows his intentions, but he doesn't stop it.

Hua Luoyu wanted to convey his cultivation and lifelong cultivation to these human cultivators present, and of course he was happy to accept it.

Giving up everything in the Holy Pavilion and uprooting Ling Xiaofeng was a necessary sacrifice for the ultimate great cause, and when he completely subdued the entire world, he would also need some obedient loyal dogs to drive him after all.

After everything in Wu'an Sword Peak and Momei Mountain Villa disappeared like Lingxiao Peak, he cleaned up the world again, and there was no one to fight him, and there were many hard bones in the world, but there were even more soft bones, breaking up the backbone of some hard bones, and letting those who knew the current affairs know what they should do. Hanakakugo's dispersal is to make him a wedding dress in the future, why should he stop it against the illusion?

He was more concerned now about the two petals that were about to float to his cuffs.

One petal is slaughtering, the other is heavy, and they are all generally sharp.

It was a sword, and a tablet.

The sword is the Chongming sword, and the stele is the stele of ten thousand swords.

Chongming Sword was originally one of the best swords in the sword pool of Wu'an Sword Peak, but it was broken twice in the hands of Shang Yunjian and Yao Chong, and the shape and soul were light. Yao Chong held this sword when he was young, and it has been more than 20 years in the blink of an eye.

His cultivation in the way of the sword comes from the Shoreless Sword Peak, tempered in the path of thousands of miles, and he does not fall sharp in a hundred folds, and in the sword fight, he has not tasted a defeat, and his sword cultivation is something that Gao Yang Song and the Northern Meditation Cultivator cannot catch up with in a short period of time.

The Ten Thousand Swords Tablet is the concentrated embodiment of his swordsmanship, and it is also the gathering of the world's sword cultivation and swordsmanship, creating and controlling the Ten Thousand Swords Stele

He can almost be considered to have led the world in kendo.

Dongfang Xin looked at Yao Chong, he was already a great enemy comparable to Shang Yunjian, if he was the one who held Tianxuan, and gave him a few more years, he should be able to be better than the blue, but unfortunately, it is not now.

This time, Yao Chong also tried his best, even if Dongfang Xin couldn't see his specific sword path in the illusion, he could still feel the oncoming edge.

But the combination of the three swords and the vast spiritual power of the Xieling Array can only be slightly suppressed by him, what can Yao Chong do with one person and one sword?

In the next moment, the Chongming Sword had collided with Zi Dian.

It is as if a sharp arrow pierces the city wall, no matter how sharp and powerful it is, it is impossible to destroy the fortified city.

Dongfang Xin's gaze was slightly condensed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger.

He just felt amused, as well as wary.

Yao Chong's sword had always been strong, but this time, Ming Jue couldn't stop him.

He used the "clear judgment" of purple electricity to cut off for Yao Chong.

The clear cut is enough to cut off all martial arts, even if there are no moves, it can't escape the direct blocking of the move path and the core.

But now, compared to him, what Yao Chongjian contains is more like a clear judgment.

The last to come, the first to come, a break to receive.

His purple lightning broke through a gap for Chongming, and in the competition of moves, he had already lost.

If it weren't for the power of the Heavenly Vein Spring, he would have a little wound on his body now.

However, this sword is not the true power of Yao Chong's shot.

Ten Thousand Sword Monuments slapped head-on at him, and infinite sword intent rushed out, each sword intent was a sharp sword, and it could also cut off the Ming Break, and the purple lightning could not easily block it.

"Hanagakuku ......"

Dongfang Xin silently flashed this dying name and surname in his heart, and sneered.

There are no moves, you can break it at all, and you can break the move, but you can't break the mind.

The sword path of the Shoreless Sword Peak pays attention to the movement of the heart with the sword, and the final great realm of his thunder righteousness is also the righteous heart thunder driven by the mind.

He no longer needs to force himself to practice the thunder righteousness to the real righteous heart thunder realm, that unfilial son has already done that step, and he will still only be bound by the mind, when he truly spreads the influence of the Heavenly Vein Spring to the entire world, the world can't do anything, let alone a thunder righteousness?

Now, his thunder was broken by the sword that was driven by his heart, and the change of the sword in Yao Chong's heart couldn't escape the reason for the gift of Hualuoyu, to a certain extent, Yao Chong had truly comprehended the clear judgment.

The threat of such a growth terror is, of course, the sooner you die, the better.

He began to deal with these sword intents in earnest.

The thunder bloomed, and everything should be ashes, but he didn't want to just wipe out Yao Chong directly.

Because he felt the return of the artifact he had been searching for for a long time, and he also felt the dragon chant of the holy dragon between heaven and earth.

Since Yao Chong took out his sword, Gao Yangsong would certainly not stand idly by, and Yuan Xue did not flee from it, and seemed to have fully accepted the power of Xuanhuang Jian, and he would also use his sword to deal with it.

No matter how sharp a sword is, it will not be stronger than three swords.

Similarly, the Spiritual Array will not be able to save up anytime soon, but those who are firmly opposed to him will definitely take action.

It is the best choice to gather the power of the Heavenly Vein Spring and catch it all in one go.

......

Ye Xinglu and the three of them landed on the ground, all of them staring at the flower falling in the air in a daze.

If it weren't for Hua Luoyu's previous flick of his sleeves, although they wouldn't have fallen to their deaths, they would definitely have fallen to their deaths, and they would definitely not have been able to keep the big banner that Bei Ming Xiu had planted on Ling Xiao Peak, and Mo Qing Moyuan was gently sent to their vicinity by him, although it was an obvious difference, they didn't have any complaints.

The relationship between the Holy Pavilion and the Shoreless Sword Peak and the Momei Villa has always been comparative

Subtle, although they have already left the Holy Pavilion to join the Northern Hades, it is not bad that Hua Luoyu is willing to take them a hand.

They also gained some comprehension from his hands, but now they don't have the interest to digest this comprehension.

Mo Qing's eyes were already misty, but she forcibly didn't let it flow, and after a while, she looked at Ye Xinglu and asked, "No problem, right?"

Ye Xinglu clenched the ice bullet in her hand, almost crushing it, but what was transmitted from the ice bullet to her palm was not the extreme cold, but there was a faint warm current.

"No, the seniors of the flowers are very well covered, as long as there is no problem with the dream of the Tai, it should be possible to hide the past. ”

Not long ago, an order came from this ice bullet.

The instructions didn't come entirely from the Northern Meditation Cultivator, and there was a voice she knew all too well.

Sima Wuhua.

With Yuan Xue's temperament, as long as Ling Xiaofeng is out of the pool and is perceived by her, maybe she will turn back immediately, and the reality is indeed like this, even if the mirror shadow in the sky exudes an incomparably powerful power, she can't help but worry. Compared with how to stabilize Yuan Xue, Sima Wuhua's requirements are much more demanding, she is really powerless, she can only do her best, the only advantage may be that only Dongfang Xin has not been able to break free from the illusion, even so, she doesn't think she can do it, but if she doesn't try to do it, it may lead to a loss of the whole game, and there is no possibility of a reversal.

When she was about to try to do it, Hanarakuyu had already solved the problem, and Yao Chong's action seemed to be cooperating with his final action.

In the midst of the flying flowers in the sky, countless streamers were falling, quietly converging into the wreckage of Ling Xiao Peak, which was still crushing.

There seems to be a blue wave flowing in every light, as if a hundred rivers return to the sea, but it is soft like a breeze, which is difficult to detect.

That was the power of Wonderland, to be precise, the remnants of Wonderland.

Although Hanarakuyu's posture is chaotic, it seems that every time he makes a move, the power of these fairies is swayed down from mid-air, as if he picked the stars in the night sky, like the handwriting of immortals.

It was not the stars that were picked, but the Youquan Realm, and it was not Hua Luoyu who made the shot, but the Northern Meditation under the guidance of Sima Wuhua.

The Northern Meditation Cultivation is still far from the immortal level, and if it weren't for the guidance of Sima Wuhua, it would never be possible to mobilize the Youquan Realm.

The gift of Hualuoyu to the world is his final decision, and it is also a cover for the power of the Youquan Realm to fall into the mortal world.

So he received his transmission, and he tried his best to maintain the illusion.

Yao Chong suddenly came out of the sword after he had a sense of kendo, one for practice, and the other for attracting attention.

Make every effort to attract Dongfang Xin's attention, so that the whereabouts of the Youquan Realm will not be detected by him, and by the way, help him return to the spring more quickly, this is the last shot of Hua Luoyu.

As the last streamer fell, there was another wave in the flying flowers.

Hanarakuyu also threw his final punch.

When he punched, his relaxed words echoed around him.

"Borrow a fire. ”

Xun Hao woke up like a dream, the burning sky rotated, and a holy flame fell into Hua Luoyu's hand, which suddenly coincided with his fist.

A spark blooms in mid-air.

The holy flame was gorgeous, as if it could purify everything around him, and it also covered the last fairy breath when the Youquan Realm fell, and as the fist was gone, his whole person shattered and dissipated, falling into the space between heaven and earth.

He has left enough legacy to the world, and if he can't see the outcome of today's war, he has at least helped lay enough cornerstones.

The descendants of the Northern Hell Family, the Youquan Realm of the Five Scattered Immortals, the support of the Zhuge line of the Holy Pavilion, and the help of Sima Wuhua...... To what extent can it be done in such a connection, let this world record.