Red lotus in the sky, Bo Qing smiled (above)

Pei Changkong's face didn't change, he just pretended not to see it.

The inheritance of his Qinglian Sword Sect, and the people of his sect, what right do they have to comment.

The swordsman, dressed in white and with slightly white temples, raised his head at this time, the second time in more than ten years since the death of his brother-in-law that his head was raised.

The first time was in Shu Mountain, facing the Great Grandmaster-level Holy Lord, he and several companions raised their heads in a weak manner, and this time it was the second time.

He Pei Changkong has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has fought hundreds of battles large and small, will he still care about their vision?

Whether it was a person from the Six Sects, or a person from the Demon Dao, or a descendant of the Sword Pavilion, he was not in his eyes at this time, he was smiling, holding Ming Hao, and there was only that red lotus in his eyes.

Zhao Yanwan looked at that man, this is Pei Changkong in her mind, debauched and uninhibited!

Since Xu Changan used the inheritance of the Red Lotus lineage, everyone was shocked at first, and then many people secretly spread their voices, and countless voices sounded in Pei Changkong's ears, but this white-clothed sword immortal of the Blue Lotus Sword Sect looked at the disciples in the field with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The crowd saw his laughter, and the words blew away in his ears.

If a man invites a woman, and the woman just bows her head and smiles, it is most likely that she agrees, and this smile is promised for life; if someone asks, he smiles lightly, it is recognition; if he smiles coldly, it is disdain. A smile can often express an attitude.

Pei Changkong's smile was a faint smile, with joy. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if this sword immortal had returned to the year of the weak crown, and the sun hit him.

This kind of smile was often seen by Zhao Yanwan in the past, and he often smiled at her.

Although today's smile was not for her, but for a disciple, she also felt that the white robe on his body was extremely dazzling, and his long hair looked a little more chic when he was blowing in the wind.

The former Pei Changkong is back. Regardless of the world, the uninhibited Pei Changkong is back.

The people in the Demon Dao looked at the red lotus in the field and held their breath.

For the younger generation, this red lotus is unfamiliar and tight, but for the older generation, the tragedy of the birth of the red lotus lingers in their minds from time to time. Although they only heard about it, although it was the demon clan that fought back then. Although there is the blessing of the holy bowl, the soul burning in Xu Chang'an's hand is not a mortal thing, although it is from Shu Mountain, but it is also after the blood sacrifice that Xu Changan is recognized. It is said that it is the sword of the demon path, but it can take the initiative to kill those who kill more evilly, and it is said that it is the sword of the righteous path, but it is not through sacrifice to recognize the Lord, but a blood sacrifice.

The long sword that was blackened by Qi Fengjia slashed at the copper bowl, and the copper bowl let out a clear sound, and then the bowl kept trembling, and the red light that originally shrouded Wang Zihan disappeared instantly.

Wang Zihan stood behind Xu Changan, looking at the figure in a daze, and the voice kept echoing in his mind.

Tie Caiyi saw her teacher

My sister was blocked out of the battle circle and hurriedly pulled her back.

She tugged Wang Zihan hard, and Wang Zihan was pulled back by her.

"Do you know him?" After all, Zhao Yanwan has experienced a lot, she has always felt that her apprentice is the kind of person who is loyal to love and unswerving to death, but when facing this blue road today, it gave her a kind of illusion.

Wang Zihan heard the master's question, so he wanted to nod, and then immediately changed his head to shake his head.

If it's really him, there is definitely a reason for not coming to him, and if it's not him, just someone like him, then what's the use of getting to know him.

There is only one him in the sea of life, and only one him is needed in the sea of life.

But she still hoped it was him, Wang Zihan stared at the figure intently.

The greatsword was similar to his, except that one was red and the other black.

The body shape is similar, but he was not so powerful at the beginning. She still remembers that she was able to win because of that man's rogue tricks.

Every time Xu Changan took a step, an illusory red lotus appeared on the ground, and his eyes gradually became red, he only had infinite battle intent in his mind at this time, and he only thought about either killing the enemy in front of him or being killed by the enemy in front of him.

The long sword and the copper bowl are on par.

If the red mangs of the copper bowl are great, the tip of the sword of the soul burning will keep trembling, and if the red light is about to envelop Xu Changan, the soul burning will come out of his hand and directly shoot down the copper bowl. If the long sword is about to slash at Qing Jiu, the copper bowl will automatically block in front of Qing Jiu. These two things are like natural nemesis.

Xu Changan looked at the trembling giant sword in his hand, then looked at the empty copper bowl, and shook the long sword.

"Go play!"

As soon as the words fell, the two artifacts struck each other more than a dozen times, making a crisp sound.

Qing Jiu looked at Xu Changan, whose eyes were red, because of the mask, he just felt that the person in front of him was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Xu Changan's index fingers merged and pinched a sword trick.

Zhao Yanwan suddenly let out a "huh?" sound, and he took advantage of the fact that he could barely control the Red Lotus Technique, and hurriedly turned around and withdrew the Imperial Sword Technique that was about to take shape.

The fingers were handed forward, like a long sword. Qing Jiu looked at the approaching sword qi with a solemn face, and then a red barrier appeared on his chest.

The sword qi and the barrier struck each other, and finally stirred up a large amount of dust, and when the dust fell, I saw that both of them were a little embarrassed.

Qing Jiu's white robe turned gray, blood flowed from his forehead, and the Demon Dao disciples opened their mouths in shock when they saw this scene.

They knew the strength of their own Holy Son, and the average little master was no match for their own Holy Son, and even the Mid-Realm Wandering Wild might not be able to completely defeat their own Holy Son.

Qing Jiu's lips trembled a little, and his hands trembled a little. looked at the dust that was about to disperse.

A long sword and a brass

The bowl finally separated, and the copper bowl returned to Qing Jiu's body, and the long sword flew directly into the dust.

A young man in a tattered green shirt, carrying a long sword, walked out.

There seemed to be a red lotus blooming in his eyes, and Qing Jiu couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he looked at the strange person in front of him.

In the Demon Dao, most of the attacks are bloody or violent, and even more so, with the help of other people's qi and blood, let others become their own puppets, and the Blood Puppet Sect is one of the best.

There are also others who are able to absorb the blood of others, make themselves berserk, and stimulate their own potential.

They either directly suck human blood, or directly look for some evil qi or demonic qi to cultivate, so that they can keep themselves in a state of madness.

Qing Jiu has holy relics, and through the holy relics, he can not only keep his mind clear, but also be able to absorb the blood and qi of others, weaken others at the same time, and increase himself. But Qingjiu never expected that the person in front of him seemed to be more like a demon than him, the red lotus in his eyes was burning, and he looked at himself as if he was looking at a piece of meat.

On the previous site, there were a lot of red lotus remains.

Xu Changan roared angrily, then ran over with a long sword, stepped on the red lotus, and the red lotus all over the ground spread out like fireworks, which was extremely gorgeous.

Dong Pan looked at this scene in shock, he was a little difficult to resist at the beginning, but now it is even more powerful, but it is used against a disciple of Huixi Realm.

"Talian!"

"Holy Seal!" The two voices roared out at the same time, Xu Changan was like an ancient giant beast, stepping on the waves from the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and in front of Qing Jiu, a red mang's shield appeared, and the faces on the shield kept struggling outward, and each hand seemed to break free from the shackles of this holy seal.

Countless unjust souls roared in the Holy Seal, and finally the swordsman who came on the red lotus split the Holy Seal with a single sword.

Qing Jiu has holy relics, and through the holy relics, he can not only keep his mind clear, but also be able to absorb the blood and qi of others, weaken others at the same time, and increase himself. But Qingjiu never expected that the person in front of him seemed to be more like a demon than him, the red lotus in his eyes was burning, and he looked at himself as if he was looking at a piece of meat.

On the previous site, there were a lot of red lotus remains.

Xu Changan roared angrily, then ran over with a long sword, stepped on the red lotus, and the red lotus all over the ground spread out like fireworks, which was extremely gorgeous.

Dong Pan looked at this scene in shock, he was a little difficult to resist at the beginning, but now it is even more powerful, but it is used against a disciple of Huixi Realm.

"Talian!"

"Holy Seal!" The two voices roared out at the same time, Xu Changan was like an ancient giant beast, stepping on the waves from the sword mountain and the sea of fire, and in front of Qing Jiu, a red mang's shield appeared, and the faces on the shield kept struggling outward, and each hand seemed to break free from the shackles of this holy seal.

Countless unjust souls roared in the Holy Seal, and finally the swordsman who came on the red lotus split the Holy Seal with a single sword.