In a very ordinary tavern in Moxian County, there are a pair of children pushing glasses and changing lamps in the private room, so happy.

These two children naturally have no knives and guns, these two guys think that Hui Yan Xiao is too boring, so the two of them turned from handsome teenagers to children, and found a tavern at random, so they were happy.

The white-haired boy took a bite of the chicken leg and said, "Cat, do you know where those people come from?"

The black-haired boy drank a glass of wine, wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and replied: "I don't care, it's just, brother, why can you Jude Xiaothirteen deal with those juniors? Although those people are just a group of juniors who practice qi, it is too difficult to deal with so many people with Xiao Thirteen's interpolated cultivation skills, right?"

The white-haired boy smiled, and then said: "I passed on his mountain city Ming Wang exercises, and when you were dusty, the master passed on the Yin and Yang strategy to him." If he can't even defeat these so-called immortals who are no different from him, then he is really not qualified to be a disciple of the master. ”

As soon as he heard the yin and yang strategy, the black-haired boy held his cheeks, a little helpless, and said: "Hey, the yin and yang strategy of the stinky boy is considered to be the time to unseal, but I, the ancestor, have not even seen a remnant soul, helpless." ”

The black-haired boy was about to pretend to be deep, how could the white-haired boy give him a chance, a chestnut knocked on his head, and the other party screamed in pain.

"It's still Yin and Yang, you kid want to tire your senior brother and me to death?"

The black-haired boy smiled and apologized with a wine cup, and then drank the wine and said, "Good brother, good brother, the flower cat is just talking casually." But ah, I swept over with my spiritual sense just now and checked it, how can the current people of the Sword Sect in the world be so wasteful. Third brother, do you think we can use this to tease the second brother?"

When the white-haired boy heard this, he said with bad intentions: "It's better for you to tease the second brother, if you are beaten, I won't help." ”

When the black-haired boy heard this, he shook his head stupidly.

Then the white-haired boy sighed with the wine cup, and then said: "As you said, Xiao Thirteen's cultivation path is too flat, and he has such a catastrophe in his life, and the road that should not be paved should indeed not be bothered about." ”

"Hey, the old years were heroic, it's hard to recover. After that, the black-haired boy jumped off the bench, holding a wine cup in his hand, and his pride was great, although there were all kinds of pride, but the appearance of a childish child after all was childish, but listening to his pride and poetry, "The general's grave, the dry bone tablet, and the eight hundred miles of yellow sand burying the heroic soul." Holding the drinking order, playing with the spear, crying and fearing the devil. Laugh at me and be alone, waving a million soldiers. The gods are nameless, the ghost books are wordless, let me be, there is no one in the world. ”

The words fell, and the free hand made the general's order, heroic, pointing to one side.

But at the sound of "whoosh", the black-haired boy opened his mouth in a somersault and swallowed a piece of flying beef into his mouth.

The white-haired boy slapped the table and laughed, "Happy, bold." Cat, the second brother has had a hexagram, in the past hundred years, your yin and yang strategy is afraid that there is a chance to appear in the world. ”

When the black-haired boy heard this, he threw the wine cup aside, saying that the wine cup was also of good quality and had not been broken. The black-haired boy jumped on the table, his eyes were like milk cats, and asked, "When did the second brother say that?"

The white-haired boy smiled and said no more. Just as he was about to drink, he heard a dragon groan, and the two brothers could no longer sit up, and looked in the direction of Tianshui Villa.

"The sword spirit of the God Transformation Realm!" said in unison, and his brows were furrowed.

This sword pressure is extremely powerful, and it feels quite familiar. The two looked at each other, and then the white-haired boy threw down a piece of broken silver and swept out of the window, and the black-haired boy also acted in general.

A wooden window, from the inside of the window to the outside of the window, the appearance of the two people can't help but be surprised. The two of them faded away from their childish appearances, turned into handsome teenagers, and walked in the air. The two of them acted so strangely, but the bustling crowd on the street turned a blind eye, as if they really hadn't seen it.

The flowers bloomed two and each showed a branch, and in the direction of Tianshui Villa, the eleven black-clothed people and the Mo brothers rushed to the ancient sword pond together.

The pool of spring water was empty, and a black dragon was hovering in the sky with black gas. When he saw the living approaching, he couldn't help but look at the crowd and so on. But when he saw the Mo brothers, his eyes were bloodstained in an instant, and he was angry, the anger accumulated for nearly a thousand years.

I won't talk about how to cultivate the immortal path for the time being, but after all, he is an immortal cultivator, and he has seen a lot of rare and exotic beasts, and when he saw this scene, he immediately took action.

What he was wary of was not this black dragon, but the white-feathered phoenix he had seen last time, for fear that the white-feathered phoenix who didn't know how to cultivate would come out of nowhere.

But I saw that the twelve spirit swords were spinning rapidly, blocking in front of everyone, like a brilliant peach blossom.

The black dragon opened its mouth in anger, roared and breathed, and a black pillar of light shot towards everyone.

Although the sword formation was strong, the master's cultivation was general, and the twelve flying swords were scattered, flying everywhere, or falling into the stone slabs, or deep into the wall pillars. And lingering like a song, he was hit by this impact for several feet, vomited a mouthful of black blood, and fainted.

The black dragon was about to make another move, and Mo Ming quickly sealed, and various gossip patterns appeared, trapping the black dragon like a honeycomb. The black dragon felt interesting, took a second breath, and looked at the gossip cage.

It is also strange that the black dragon's eyes have faded to blood red, and they still show a little tenderness.

As things develop, there will eventually be spoilers. A black-clothed man swept up and shot more than a dozen sleeve arrows in the air. The power of the sleeve arrow is better than the triangular pyramid of the thin monkey old man, shattering the gossip pattern and shooting at the black dragon.

The gossip pattern shattered in one place, and the black dragon was frightened, then angry, and his eyes were blood-red again. Its majesty seems to be about to turn into a city-slaughtering dragon.

Mo Ming looked at the black cloth with hidden arrows viciously, and the black clothes also felt embarrassed. Guilt doesn't help, so I have to find a solution.

The black dragon breathed again, and the old woman who was the head of the dragon had already gathered momentum, and a sound skill was facing it.

This time, it was a real grasshopper shaking the tree. The power of the dragon's breath was striking the old woman head-on, but with a flick of her fingers, she was wiped out.

The children of the rivers and lakes die, and no one is afraid of death, but they are afraid.

The black dragon may feel bored, and crashed straight into the crowd, and the old man who had used the hammer before had no weapons, and he also met it with a body of King Kong that was not bad. The dragon's mouth opened, and it was about to swallow the old man in his mouth, and the old man was like Pangu Tuotian, stepping on the top of his jaw in the mouth of the white dragon.

There were a few times, the black dragon's mouth could not be closed, however, after the double holes spewed out a few white breaths, the bite force was increased, and one bite, Mo Ming lost another hand.

The remaining nine people showed their abilities, and the thin monkey old man asked Mo Ming to retreat, or led everyone in the villa to leave quickly, how many moments can they last.

Mo Ming walked to a place, on the stone slab, there was a long sword lying quietly, for the sky.

Picking up the sword, Mo Ming closed his eyes and listened carefully. Seriously, if the sword has a spirit, its sound is beautiful, like a heavenly sound.

Mo Ming stepped under the urging force, jumped up a few feet, and shot at the black dragon like a flying arrow.

This sword is ruthless and heartless, and the Sky Sword is wrapped in the Mo family's unique internal force and turned into a pitch-black long sword.

A sword was handed out, but the black dragon didn't move, looking at Mo Ming, who was holding the sword and stabbing at him, but his eyes faded blood red again, and his eyes were a little gentle.

When the sword approached, Mo Ming stopped in mid-air, not moving. In that picture, the young and handsome swordsman, the black dragon wrapped in black gas, did not look like the world.

The black dragon's figure gradually dispersed, and the ink tea also slowly fell, and then looked, a person walked out of the black air. The man was dressed in a black robe, looking beautiful, and vaguely, he was also slightly similar to Mo Ming.

The man walked towards Mo Ming, but Mo Ming couldn't move, he reached out and gently stroked Mo Ming's face.

Then, the man opened his mouth and let out a dragon groan, which shocked everyone and made everyone faint.

But it was this dragon roar, injured on the ground, and the haunting song, which was already almost fainting, was awakened in an instant. Yingru Song turned over and stood up, with a wave of his hand, the left hand was thin, and the right hand was picking the axe. Hot Books

Swing the double sword again, the left hand sword move "Empty City Flower Sea", and the right hand sword urge sword move "Mountain City Ming King Destroy the Wheel Slash".

The yellow petals turned into a rain of swords and fell sharply, and the red blood blade flew into the sky and then swirled back.

Seeing such a scene, the person transformed by the black dragon couldn't help grinning, Mo Ming was only one step away from himself, and this junior was able to avoid Mo Ming just right and attack himself. The sword qi approached, but it turned into a spring breeze, and the person who was entangled in the black dragon swirled around his body, and then dissipated.

Seeing this, Ying Ruge discarded the pick-up axe, raised his hand, and the white crane sword flew in. When flying, there are cranes chirping. Hold the sword in your hand, hand out a sword at will, and stab.

The person transformed by the black dragon also felt that this thin sword called the white crane was quite interesting, and he couldn't help but look carefully, the sword was about to approach, but it was scattering hundreds of thousands of white feathers, like a shuttle shooting towards the person transformed by the black dragon.

In the same way, it turns into a spring breeze and wraps around the body.

Yingru Song did not stop moving, and the thin horse sword in his left hand was thrown again, and he held a sword again, which was for "a dream of mountains and rivers". Holding this sword in his left hand, he slashed from top to bottom, and the sword vaporized like a rainbow, which was as beautiful as a painting. The qi blade was approaching, and the person turned into by the black dragon raised his hand and shot out a sword qi, but it was the previous sword urging sword move of the mountain city Ming King to destroy the wheel and slash.

It's different, the sword qi is pure, and the sword intent is abandoned.

The two sword qi converged, and King Ming broke through the mountains and rivers in a dream.

Ying Ruge couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the white crane with the thin sword in his right hand went deep into the stone slab to stabilize his body, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Although the dream of mountains and rivers is most of the sword qi at the moment, after all, there is a slip through the net, and the hit is like a song. When he landed, the twelve veins of the Qi Yuan faintly showed signs of fragmentation.

The eyebrows and the immortal yuan hurriedly urged the work, and the immortal power was continuously poured into the twelve veins of Qiyuan, so that there was no hindrance.

"Little doll, it's really like your ancestor, not the master of Ansheng. "Although the person transformed by the black dragon is beautiful and extraordinary, his voice is like a beast of the wilderness, hoarse and rough, and it is not inferior to the overlord's majesty.

Ying Ruge licked his upper lip, and then spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and listened to him: "I heard that in the past, mortal martial artists could only really step into the Hongmeng realm by abusing and killing the desolate demon beasts. That being the case, then today, I will make the fox sky, and I will borrow your snake life to break the Hongmeng!"

After that, the two swords in his hands were thrown again, his body jumped up a few feet, and two spirit swords flew over, the peach demon in his left hand and Ling Shuang in his right hand. The peach demon in his left hand made the "Endless Sea of Flowers" again, but Ling Shuang in his right hand changed his move, urging the old monk of Hanshan Temple to move the sword "Eagle Peak Wisdom Sword". In an instant, the peach blossoms in the sky fell and turned into sword qi, and a golden Buddha light shot towards the person who was transformed by the black dragon.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree!" The person transformed by the black dragon pushed away Mo Ming, and with a grip of his right hand, he grabbed a black long sword from nothingness, and the style was extremely ordinary. Subsequently, the black sword slashed, which was also an ordinary sword.

But I saw that this sword cut down the peach blossoms in the sky.

There is another sword, this sword, breaking the golden light of Buddhism.

Without waiting for the person transformed by the black dragon to be proud, a cold light turned into a silver dragon, coming head-on.

I saw that it was like the singer's hand, and it was a "thin horse".

If the skinny horse succeeds, it will kill him. The blade slashed, and at the throat of the person transformed by the black dragon, there was a blood mark.

Ying Ruge's body flew back, and when he reached Mo Ming's side, he thought it would be a little easier. Looking at it again, the wound on the neck of the person transformed by the black dragon can be seen to heal with the naked eye. Then, he touched his neck and smiled.

"The future life is really fearful, helpless, if there is no baptism of time, after all, I have not taken that step. ”

didn't wait for lingering Ruge to make another move, but it was Mo Ming who was one step ahead of him, one step at a time, the breath he scattered was pure, and Yingru Song couldn't help but move his eyelids slightly.

One step to break through the realm?

But seeing that Mo Ming's hands and ten fingers quickly formed the law seal, faintly, the aura of the Daomen wrapped more than ten zhang around his body.

The person transformed by the black dragon was facing forward with his right hand facing forward, his index finger was slightly pointed, and in an instant, Mo Ming vomited a mouthful of thick blood and knelt on one knee.

The person transformed by the black dragon looked at the sky, shook his head and sighed slightly, and said, "After the end, it is difficult to kill the killer." Those old guys call themselves immortals, but they are greedy for things in the world. Since they are greedy for me, it is better for me to go to them, and it can be regarded as the last time to be loyal to your Mo family. ”

As soon as the words fell, the white light and black qi turned into a dragon shape again, and flew into the sky with a roar.

Yingruge picked up Mo Ming and asked, "Brother, where did this demon come from?"

Mo Ming also shook his head, did not respond, looked at the fainting group of black clothes, and said: "Maybe my Mo family is doomed, and wake up these people first, and go after that." ”

On the trees in the dark, there are no knives and broken guns, one stands, and the other squats. Watching the black dragon fly away, the broken gun muttered: "Is this really a sword spirit? A sword spirit can actually reach the realm of transforming into a god, it's amazing." Fortunately, I didn't make a quick move, otherwise, I am afraid that I will really be discovered by the laws of heaven and earth. ”

There was no knife and a chestnut reward, and then said: "The evil animal has escaped from the cage, if it really hurts Xiao Thirteen, what laws of heaven and earth do you care." ”

"What a danger, just a small trouble. ”

I didn't listen to this cat's words, and I didn't explain, looking at his expression, I was worried.

"If this beast really goes to trouble the Sword Sect of the World, do you think the second brother will be angry?"

Without a sword, he shook his head, and then said: "The second brother has nothing to do with the Sword Sect in the world for a long time, they survive, and the second brother will not remember it if he wants to." I wondered, isn't it among the immortals, and the spirit sword is also a treasure?"

Broken Spear smiled, and then said: "The most susceptible thing is the sword." Sword spirits are rare, and that sword spirit or spear spirit is not like a dragon's horn and a phoenix feather? I think these cubs are just the most inferior disciples of the outer sect of the Sword Sect in the world, and they want to take some treasures to please some people. ”

"And so it should be, if it is as I think, it is indeed sad. ”

Broken Gun got up, patted Wudao lightly on the shoulder, and then said, "Third brother, I've thought about it." By the way, if there are some capable guys in the World Sword Sect who enter the world, then can I make a move?"

When he heard this, he lost his face, and then his tone was slightly angry, and he said, "You cat cub, did you not stay enough in the snow mountain, or did you think your senior brother was not tired enough?"

When he heard the broken gun, he didn't speak.

And the Mo brothers began to send everyone unharmed to clean up the mess. The once rich and solemn Tianshui Villa of the Mo family, now the tragic image is no better than the Liu family that was destroyed by the sword master back then.

After Mo Ming finished cleaning up a stone slab the size of a half-human, he suddenly asked: "Changkong, if your heart is like an eagle falcon, the Mo family, I'm afraid it's a burden." ”

Ying Ruge didn't understand why Mo Ming suddenly said this, so she had to respond with a hippie smile: "There will always be too many grievances and vendettas in the Jianghu sect, but such an evil dragon beast is indeed special." ”

"Changkong, why don't you tell me about your brother, what strange monsters have you encountered in the outside world?"

Ying Ruge threw away the bricks in his hand, sat on a pile of ruins, clapped his hands, and said: "This world is indeed very big, except for this continent, the continent in the west, the people there are quite distinctive. On the southern continent, the people there are darker than the Xindu people. If my brother wants to hear stories about strange monsters, it can only be in the cold river in the far north, and in the great forest 30,000 miles to the south······"

Speaking of all kinds of experiences in the past, Haunting Ruge was surprisingly like a river, gushing endlessly. Mo Ming looked at the light emanating from the eyes of Ling Fox Changkong, and even smiled, as if it was as tragic as before, it was not from their Tianshui Villa.