Mr. Yato, it is rumored to be a woman, and it is rumored that she is a woman with good looks.

She is not only good-looking, but also talented, which is difficult for people in the world to match.

How long did this woman live?

It is said that it is the same era as the White Cloud Fairy.

In this way, I am afraid that it is nearly half a hundred.

The face is easy to age, nearly half a hundred years old, I am afraid that no matter how you maintain it, it is difficult to cover up the traces of time. Or, this Mr. Badou is also an immortal cultivator?

Li Ganghong did meet Mr. Badou, he was sixteen that year, proud of his literary talents, and outstanding swordsmanship. The young chronicle has spread throughout the twelve cities, and the realm of martial arts has stepped into the flood wilderness.

What is the concept of breaking the flood at the age of sixteen? Mention another person, the previous generation of sword saints black impermanence, black impermanence entered the flood famine at the age of seventeen, and entered the Hongmeng at the twenty-seventeenth, and he was already a monster and a monster. Sixteen and seventeen, just a year apart, but people of this age have a world of sophistication about human feelings, and their cognition of the body and heaven and earth is very different.

Mr. Yato discovered such a strange talent, and then, naturally, he found a way to kill him.

Coincidentally, Li Ganghong lives in Jinling City, and Mr. Badou also returned in vain. Subsequently, Li Ganghong showed himself as a literati, but what people didn't know was that his martial arts realm was like a horse traveling 800 miles a day and never stopped.

Li Ganghong held the turquoise long sword, and the Mr. Badou in front of him was as smart as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, and his eyes were innocent and pitiful.

Mr. Yato's sword is a withered rattan sword, about three feet and two, such as skillfully woven rattan.

"The name of this sword is called Wind Destruction, and it is not a famous sword in the sword, because this sword is owned only by me, and it is the only one in the world. The girl's expression changed suddenly, resentment, disdain, and murderous intent.

Li Ganghong felt it carefully, and felt the breath of all kinds, so as to feel her cultivation. But he frowned, and he couldn't even perceive what kind of realm it was.

Looking at his friends, Mo Ming looked solemn, and slowly pulled out the famous sword on his back.

The blade of the sword is like ink, but it is without a blade, like a ring ruler, and the sword is also engraved with Confucianism. Listen to Mo Ming's soft voice: "Qinglan Realm." ”

Li Ganghong had no expression, and he had an expression again, he was surprised, shocked, and even a little afraid. Li Ganghong asked Mo Ming: "Brother Ming, Qinglan is compared to Hongmeng?"

Mo Ming nodded, but added: "But when Hongmeng is four or five." ”

Can Qinglan be Hongmeng four or five? Mo Ming didn't dare to draw conclusions, Hongmeng four or five, even Mo Sang, who had this cultivation, had never really revealed the profundity of this kind of cultivation.

Li Ganghong couldn't help sweating on his forehead, if this is the case, I am afraid that the end is doomed. Just like Mo Ming told herself a few years ago, it was exactly what he encouraged Mo Ming.

Different paths lead to the same end, different paths lead to the same end, and the same is true for practicing together.

Ordinary people, based on Qi Yuan, martial arts cultivation, ordinary martial arts are slightly capable, can walk the rivers and lakes for the ranger, and the advanced three-grade party is to enter the martial arts cultivation doorway. Above the three products are the fearless brave people, and after the brave people are the four elephants that understand the changes in the breath of the human body, and the two poles named after the four elephants based on the Taoist theory of heaven and earth.

The realm of the two poles is already a hero, which can be described as a grandmaster, or a sect as an ancestor, or a brave general on the battlefield.

If you are talented, there is a number after the two poles, the ancestor. The ancestor is a realm, knows what the world is like, and knows how to sense nature with his own small world. Since then, with Qi as a mountain fire and a wind to burn the plain, it has been a dragon and phoenix among people.

The ancestor broke through the realm, which was the chaos of heaven and earth, and the way of all things to survive by killing. To set foot in the flood is to walk the rivers and lakes, and there are few opponents. The flood and wilderness can be described as a master.

The small world of the inner house knows the origin of heaven and earth, knows the changes of nature, understands the fake things in the world, and can also step into the Hongmeng realm.

However, when you step into Hongmeng, you know that the realm of Hongmeng is also divided into eight layers. Stepping into the triple realm, the eyes of heaven and earth are half open, and after the quadruple realm, it is not tolerated by heaven and earth, and the heavens and thunder and earth are driven by fire, and they are immortal and can be reborn. Since then, every time a heavy realm is broken, it is a catastrophe.

I heard that the Hongmeng Sixfold Realm is nine heavenly thunders, nine heavenly thunders, can there really be people in the world who experience nine heavenly thunders and are immortal?

And this Qinglan realm, for the sons of the hundred schools of thought to open up another way, since the ancestor through the world changes, know the way of loss, its name is called loss. The loss is eight or nine points better than the ancestor, and the loss is two or three points against the flood famine.

Breaking through the realm of profit and profit is Qinglan.

The waves are formed between the microwaves, and the wind rises at the end of Qingping.

Qinglan is a realm, which is to take the vitality of heaven and earth for one's own use, and the wind is endless, which can be used as the fivefold realm of Hongmeng.

How many martial arts practitioners have abandoned the desolate road in order to seek a shortcut, and turned to the path of loss and profit.

Or after decades of practice, you can peek into the sky and get clear.

And the loss into Qinglan, there are few records, more is Hongmeng three or four, in order to avoid the catastrophe of self-destruction and repair to Qinglan again.

The loser, the cultivation is scattered, like a waste, only the prestige remains. Those who have succeeded, the realm of Qinglan, and the cultivation of the fivefold realm of Hongmeng, although there is no possibility of taking another step, there is no need to fear one day or a catastrophe.

The woman in front of her is the endless Qinglan Realm that uses the power of heaven and earth for her own use.

Li Ganghong was afraid, he recalled the scene when he met this crazy woman when he was involved in the Shadow Guard at the beginning of the year, a sword pierced his chest, and the black and white light and shadow were nearly a year.

It was the fear of death that made him harder than any swordsman in Yi Shui Han, and likewise, it made him more careful.

However, Mo Ming's mouth is the same as the Qinglan of the Hongmeng Four or Five Realms, and he has a possibility?

"Gongzi Qiao, Qingyi, the grandson of the Li family?

The words fell, there was no room for breathing, the wind was destroying the head-on, and before the sword in his hand could be lifted, Li Ganghong's body had already fallen backwards four or five feet. In the process of flying back, he suddenly found that it was Mo Ming who threw himself out, and the Mo Yu sword in his hand suddenly turned blood red.

One sword, two swords, three swords······

After less than twenty moves, Mo Ming's body has been cut with six cuts of different sizes. However, he still resisted the attack, and there was no intention of fleeing or evading.

Li Ganghong was furious, he roared, and no longer looked like a scholar, he ran with his sword in his hand, jumped up, and stabbed out with a sword. The movements were simple and smooth, and in a trance, there was a bit of Zhongxihou's domineering sword-wielding.

The sound of the wind breaking was painful to the ears, and Mr. Yato kicked the ink open, changed the sword to his left hand, and held the sword in his backhand. Li Ganghong's blue long sword pierced the blade of the Wind Destroying Sword shaped like a withered vine, and there was a "ding", as if a nail had hit an iron plate.

Mr. Yato was a little surprised, and then he smiled, this smile, as playful as a girl to be married, made a prank on his childhood sweetheart's lover. With this smile, Li Ganghong's heart beat faster, plopping, as if his whole heart was about to burst open his chest and jump out.

His fear deepened a little because of this smile, his breathing became more rapid, and the hand holding the sword began to accelerate the secretion of sweat. He clenched the turquoise long sword in his hand tightly, for fear that as soon as his hand was released, the sword would fall to the ground.

Listening to a drink, Mo Ming slashed a sword "Human Language Painting Dream Thirty Thousand Tribulations", and the blood-red sword qi emanated from Mo Yu's sword, turning into red satin and attacking Mr. Badou. Mr. Hachito didn't refuse, and let this seemingly high-quality silk tie his hands and feet.

Mo Ming's heart was overjoyed, his body jumped up, and he took out another sword, which was the least used of the three languages, "Songhai Shenyu Qiankun Dao", and saw that the red sword qi turned into a stick in the hand of a walker with a thousand momentum, and fell head-on.

Just as the blood stick was only a fist away from Mr. Badou, he saw the sword qi in the sky falling like a torrential rain, and saw dozens of subtle openings in the ground around Mr. Badou, and saw the sword qi stretching out of the ravine like vines, breaking the human language, blocking the divine language, and forcing the young master of the Mo family to suffer from the enemy before and after.

Seeing that Mo Ming was in danger, Li Ganghong's heart was calm in an instant, he had no desire or desire, and handed out a sword, whose name was "Jian Yi"!

Ordinary and unremarkable sword, no wind rises, no clouds disperse.

When the sword was stabbed, Li Ganghong vomited a mouthful of blood, the hand holding the sword hung straight down, and the sword in his hand also "clanged" to the ground.

Looking at this stabbing sword again, the sword qi forced back the rainstorm and vines. The sword qi penetrated through Mo Ming's chest cavity and approached Mr. Badou, medium!

Mo Ming fell to the ground, his brows furrowed slightly, his hands covered his chest, and there were no scars. Looking at Mr. Yadou again, it was the blood stained the robe, his eyes were full of resentment, and the killing intent was even worse.

"You, how can you know this kind of swordsmanship, you, what do you have to do with Hongmeng Heart?"

Mr. Badou was naturally not asking Mo Ming, Li Ganghong didn't know who Hongmengxin was, but seeing Mr. Badou's reaction, he already knew who he was mentoring.

I saw Li Ganghong grinning, and the blood stained his mouth full of teeth, which looked even more terrifying. He didn't answer, a sword of life and death, why did he answer?

Mr. Badou pointed at a few key points on his body, straightened his body, and his bright eyes were no longer innocent, revealing only the ants and hatred for his previous contempt for juniors.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

In this world, there is no need for so many outstanding juniors.

"Originally, I read your piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and planned to abolish your martial arts and leave you alive, but now, you should die with this Mo family boy!"

Wind Destroying came again with endless winds, and Mo Ming stood in front of Li Ganghong.

When his life was at stake, he suddenly felt a stream of heat emanating from the center of his eyebrows, surging throughout his body. Although I don't know why, and I don't know how to urge this power, since I became a Shadow Guard, this situation has happened a few times, and there has been no backlash afterwards.

Mo Ming's heart was overjoyed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but she said something that surprised both Li Ganghong and Mr. Yato.

"Brother Dahong, don't divulge the secret of your little brother!"

When the words fell, I saw snow suddenly falling in the breeze, and the wind and snow became more and more intense.

This sudden change slowed down Mr. Badou's movements, and Mo Ming took advantage of this momentary momentum to hand over another sword, not the amorous sword and ruthless sword of the Mo family, but a sword in the Nine Stars Flying Ambush, the overseer broke the armor!

Mo Yujian is open!

Li Ganghong's eyes widened, and he stared at Mo Yujian carefully. Mo Yujian still has no sword edge, it is still like a blood-colored ring ruler, that sword blade?

This sword blade was actually wrapped in qi, and the edge was forcibly opened with gas.

Seeing this situation, Li Ganghong couldn't help but feel at ease, sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his internal breath.

Mr. Yato's face was pale, revealing a hint of fear.

Yes, a master with a fivefold realm comparable to Hongmeng, is afraid.

For the first time, she met a junior whose power was comparable to her own cultivation, the new sword leader of the Mo family in front of her. This kid is also in the Qinglan Realm.

Mo Ming seemed to understand why Mr. Yato was distracted, he grinned slightly, and the sword he stabbed out did not slow down.

Mr. Badou destroyed the wind and blocked it with a horizontal sword, and Mo Yu's sword stabbed it, and the sound was like the previous "ding", as if it hit the iron plate. Mr. Badou's body was shaken four or five feet, his internal breath was disordered, and his throat was bloody, and he forcibly suppressed Fang Cai and vomited blood in front of the two.

Angry, angry, Mr. Yato lost his sense of proportion, and roared, "Who the are you?"

Mo Ming was stunned by this roar, and Li Ganghong, who was still breathing and recovering from his injured body, also frowned when he heard this, Mr. Badou was rude?

"Lincheng Mo family sword master, Mo Ming!"

Mo Ming is serious, and his voice is undoubtedly self-reported.

Subsequently, the Kaifeng Mo Yu Sword in his hand handed out another sword, but it was still not an amorous sword or a ruthless sword, and this sword was also not Fang Cai's Nine Star Flying Sword. Li Ganghong closed his eyes and couldn't see the sword moves, but he could faintly feel it, that is, Buddha?

Buddha!

Li Ganghong had never felt such a strong sword aura, like the endless sea, like the swiftness of three thousand flying streams. The sword qi roared like a fierce wind towards Mr. Badou, but in this whistling wind, it seemed to hear the mournful roar of the ghost, listen carefully, and it seemed like my Buddha whispering.

Mr. Hato is in the right color, erecting the sword on the chest, and wiping the two fingers of his left hand from the sword blade upwards to the tip of the sword. I saw that the withered vine sword changed, the withered vine shattered, and I saw the dark and fierce light coming out of the crack. When the withered vines are gone, Mr. Yato's true appearance of wind destruction is revealed.

The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it.

How to destroy the forest, sword and axe?

If the Mo family's Mo Yu sword is the ring ruler of the sword structure, then this wind destroys it with the sword structure, the saw.

The whole body of this wind destroyer is black, the color is like Mo language, and the blades on both sides are jagged. Li Ganghong opened his eyes, and suddenly, he felt a pain in his ears, and turned his head to look north, which was the direction of the Mojia Villa, and it was still the occasional sword sound for several months.

Li Ganghong picked up his sword and stood up, if it is really as the Lord said, or the secret of the Mo family will soon be revealed to the world.

What about Brother Ming?

No matter what, it is also the follow-up, and the immediate crisis is the key to the hit.

I saw that Mr. Badou quickly slashed the wind and destroyed it, and Mo Ming's outrageously powerful sword qi was like a dead wood, being cut into one after another.

Li Ganghong counted carefully, and a sword qi was slashed into eight paths. And these eight sword qi all hit Mr. Badou, it was a pity with him, but it was a pity with Mr. Badou, and none of them hit the vital point and took their lives.

Despite this, Mr. Yato was still severely injured by the sword of Mo Ming, and his body shook, as if he was about to wither like a leaf in the wind.

How could Mo Ming give Mr. Badou a chance to breathe, only to see him stab out a sword again, this time, it was finally Mo Yu's swordsmanship.

Amorous swordsmanship - when will you return!

With a sword swing, the sword qi turned into a scythe like a half-moon. Mr. Hachito bit his back molars fiercely, as if he had made up his mind to choose the lesser of two evils.

I saw that she cut the palm of her left hand with the wind, and the blade of the sword was stained with blood, but it was like water dropping down the ink pool, and she was gone.

At the moment of the wind destruction, a black light appeared, and Mr. Badou grinned, as if he was crazy, and handed out a sword, revealing seven or eight key points, however, to hit these seven or eight key points, Mo Ming was bound to be killed by his own sword.

Similarly, if Mo Ming gives up this opportunity and repeatedly avoids it, he will still be forced into a desperate situation by his own sword.

The wind destroyed one of the swords through the body, and the blood gushed like a spring. But listening to the laughter, it seems that the plan is perfect.

Mr. Yato's bright eyes looked at him, angry, and the same emotion was mixed with a hint of admiration.

Li Ganghong, the first shadow guard of Yi Shuihan, blocked this sword with his flesh, and the wind had penetrated his abdomen, and his hands also firmly locked Mr. Yadou's right hand with the sword.

"Mr. Hato, hehe, Mr. Hato. I don't understand, Mr. is as beautiful as a flower, he is better than tens of millions of people in the world, and his swordsmanship is also exquisite······· Why ······" Li Ganghong couldn't hold back, and vomited out a mouthful of red and black blood, which smelled unpleasant, and he continued, "This kind of ability, why suffer for such a talented junior as Xiaoke······"

Mo Yu's sword in Mo Ming's hand also changed color in an instant, and the wind destroyed it, and Mo Yujian's whole body was as black as ink. His sword has been placed between Mr. Badou's neck, the same Qinglan cultivation, and now he has one more help from the Hongmeng Realm, Mr. Badou, how can he not be defeated?

Mr. Yato looked up to the sky and smiled, and died here?