Similarly, although it has been transformed into a solid form, it is only the sword intent of the thirteen hatreds after all.

When the handsome boy in Tsing Yi saw this scene, he couldn't help but be secretly surprised. In the current situation, don't think about it too much, use the thirteen hatreds as the ladder, step on a sword, and rush to the sky. The thirteen famous swords transformed by sword qi, every time the handsome son in Tsing Yi stepped on a sword, he automatically flew to the highest place, and in this cycle, the ladder of thirteen hatreds turned into endless ends.

Haunting Ruge didn't notice that the sword intent that destroyed the thirteen hatreds today was extremely easy. Naturally, he didn't know that the thirteen hatreds he had collected from the world's famous swords were flying towards him from three hundred miles away. And the disaster caused by these thirteen spirit swords will also end out of control because of the sword intent he forcibly destroyed the thirteen hatreds this time.

Mo Ming gradually woke up, although he no longer had combat power, but watching the handsome son of Tsing Yi join forces with Ying Ruge and cooperate seamlessly, although he was a little relieved. For Linghu Changkong, he couldn't help frowning a little.

Looking at Qu'er again, it was already difficult to parry one-on-one with the white-feathered phoenix, and suddenly a black dragon burst out, and a dragon and phoenix flew together, no matter how difficult it was to support, the disadvantages of the lower peak were gradually revealed.

"Eagle Peak Wisdom Sword Indra!"

Ying Ruge saw the sword of the handsome boy in Tsing Yi handed out, and couldn't help but widen his eyes a little. And this subtle movement was seen by Mo Ming, who was sitting on the side.

The folding fan is full of Tsing Yi Jungong's lifelong cultivation to urge the use of this trick, no longer like the long-haired old monk in Hanshan Temple that time. This sword is the unity of heaven and earth, and all things are one.

Its power is far away from all directions.

The black dragon, the white phoenix, and Qu'er no longer love to fight, they all avoided it.

Mo Ming couldn't help but be shocked, why did the little guy cultivate like this?

Lingering like a song urged thirteen sword qi again, paved a ladder, and made the handsome son of Tsing Yi walk down slowly.

But he saw the black dragon hovering in the distance, and then the strength of the wind roared and crashed into Mo Ming.

But I heard a loud shout in the air: "Demon, don't stop!"

The black dragon had no fear, but he saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder. A white shadow flew out of Yingruge's body, this person was also transformed by white gas, his long hair was scattered, and his clothes were fluttering and very chic.

I saw him ride the wind, fly past the side of the handsome boy in Tsing Yi, take a slightly shorter sword among the thirteen, and then fly towards the black dragon with the sword.

The dragon is pitch black, the swordsman is pure white, like a painting between heaven and earth, the brave dragon fight!

"Sanqing!"

Ying Ruge couldn't help but spit out the two words, the handsome boy in Tsing Yi on the side heard it clearly, and then looked at the swordsman who was transformed by the white gas, thinking about the swordsman related to the sword destroyer, and knew eight or nine points in his heart. Come to think of it, this swordsman turned into white qi is Liu Jia Saburo, Liu Sanqing, who used to be the first fast sword.

The heroes of Yu Mosang's generation once talked about wine and laughed at the world's talented juniors, but Liu Sanqing was impeccable. So much so that Mo Sang met Linghu Changkong, although he affirmed the cultivation of this junior, he still didn't understand how Liu Sanqing could be defeated, and even why Liu Sanqing, who was holding a thin horse, died.

"Who are you, dare to interfere with this seat!" the black dragon spoke, his voice like a bell, and he felt that the sound was converging from all directions.

The corners of the white-clothed swordsman's mouth were slightly hooked, his right hand held the sword, and the slender fingers of his left hand slowly stroked the blade, just like the old man's resignation, not seen for many years. Moreover, the curvature of the pure white eyes without black spots changed slightly, and the eyebrows were slightly upturned, which was angry, for killing!

"I am a member of the Sword Sect in the world, Liu Sanqing, a demon, don't retreat quickly!"

The Sword Sect of the World?

As soon as the four words came out, Mo Ming, Yingru Ge and Tsing Yi Jun Gongzi were even more shocked than the black dragon. At such an age, how could Liu Jia Saburo be a member of the Sword Sect in the world?

What is the point of empty words?

However, before the words came out, the black dragon stopped its offensive and circled in the air several times to stabilize its body. The black dragon dragon head and Liu Sanqing were balanced in a straight line, and the eyes with white light stared straight at Liu Sanqing, and the body was constantly swinging like a spirit snake.

"Why do the immortals of the empty character generation want to protect their shortcomings and help the Mo family who is killed by heaven!"

Ask, threaten!

Liu Sanqing never looked down at the people on the ground, and the handsome man in Tsing Yi also followed the flying sword steps transformed by the sword qi and fell back to Ying Ruge's side. The two of them looked up and paid attention to the situation of this person and a dragon, and they did not dare to relax.

"Brother Changkong, you also know the art of soul control?"

Ying Ruge looked sideways, and didn't know how to answer such a question as this handsome boy in Tsing Yi, so he simply continued to stare.

"The ancestors of the Mo family who trapped you in Motan for nearly a thousand years have long been feathered, why bother with future generations!"

"Impossible, such a scourge as Mo Tianshu, who will not die for a thousand years, must be secretly still in contact with the current Mo family. Only by destroying the Mo family, leading him out, and taking revenge can he be worthy of the master's kindness in the past!"

"There is a debtor and a debtor, the evil dragon, and he is not sober yet!"

The black dragon roared like a mad dog back and forth in mid-air. The dragon's roar was like thunder in the sky, and the world roared. When the time came, the heavens and the earth arose again. The dark clouds just gathered in the sky above the Mojia Tianshui Villa, not more than an inch of land, not less than a cent of sky.

The dark clouds were mixed with bright lightning, and the sky thundered and thundered. It seems that the next moment it will be like a thunderbolt descending from the sky, and it will remove the Mo family from the Daye Dynasty.

I saw that Liu Sanqing's thundercloud that had turned into a storm before, and the moment he swung his sword, a purple thunder fell, hitting the black dragon forehead dragon ball.

"Purple python wind and thunder!" Mo Ming, Ying Ruge and Tsing Yi Jun Gong couldn't help but speak in unison, and when the words fell, Mo Ming and Tsing Yi Jun Gong looked at Ying Ruge together.

I secretly thought, this makes the fox sky but the best in the wilderness, how can he understand the purple python wind and thunder? Even if he hears about it, how can he see it, let alone recognize it

。 Mo Ming actually forgot in a panic, how could this Liu Sanqing summon the Heavenly Tribulation Heavy Thunder with manpower?

Ying Ruge observed, although this thunder is indeed similar to the Purple Python Wind Thunder, it is certain that it is not the Purple Python Wind Thunder. Not to mention the power and Tianwei, there is a slight difference in shape alone. The purple python wind and thunder are shaped like a python, and it is more like a dragon. And Liu Sanqing led the sky to thunder, and the shape was like a swimming snake, without snake scales, and the snake's head was also blurred.

Or it can also be said that a wood carving, a master with 30 years of craftsmanship carved Jackie Chan, and a teenager just used a knife to cut the snake shape.

Besides, the purple python wind and thunder forced the black dragon dragon ball, and the black dragon didn't have time to dodge, and hit it head-on.

With a wail, his body fell.

The domineering spirit of the Dragon King has not yet been revealed, but it has been broken, and the layers of dark clouds that have gathered over Tianshui Villa have also dispersed in an instant. The sky was sunny again. The black dragon was split by the thunder of the sky, and turned into a stream of black gas and jumped into the clear blue wave pool again, causing ripples, and soon, there was no trace.

Liu Sanqing, Qu'er, and the white-feathered phoenix seem to be three-legged, each occupying a piece of the sky. The white-feathered phoenix also regained its prototype, the sun shone down, the appearance was handsome and noble, and people couldn't help but be fascinated, how could there be such a beautiful and dazzling beast between heaven and earth. I saw the sun shining on the white feathers, and the feathers emitted colorful light.

A long roar, like a wail for the black dragon, and like anger.

Qu'er's appearance, originally looked like a burst of might, but now in comparison, it is like a phoenix and a grass pheasant, which is very embarrassing.

Qu'er was not convinced, and let out a long whistle. With a wave of his wings, he fanned out nine balls of fire and attacked the white-feathered phoenix.

But I saw that Liu Sanqing swam like white smoke, and then took shape, blocking in front of the white-feathered phoenix. With a sword, the half-moon sword light split nine fireballs. Qu'er was even more angry, and looked down at Ying Ruge, with anger in her eyes. Hearing the hissing again, the sky cracked open a void, and the stubborn little turkey fluttered and flew back to the crack in the sky, and left.

Or, when it is counted as a bird.

Liu Sanqing turned to look at the white-feathered phoenix, but with a wave of his right hand, the thin horse in his hand turned into white smoke and dissipated. Looking at Liu Sanqing again, kneeling on one knee in the air, clenching his fists with both hands, his head slightly lowered, and listening to him: "The Sword Sect of the world, Liu Sanqing, a member of the empty character generation, has seen the white phoenix lord Baihu!"

The white feather phoenix had even more colorful divine light, flapping its wings in the air, staring at Liu Sanqing tightly.

She spoke, her voice like that of a mature woman, gentle and caressing, and a single word, which was already intoxicating and imaginative.

"The people of the Sword Sect in the world, why do you interfere with the rebirth plan of this seat?"

"The White Phoenix Lord is immortal and immortal, and he can be reborn after three hundred years, so why bother with ants and mortals?"

"Three hundred years is too long. ”

"If the White Phoenix Lord does not give up, the junior is willing to use the dead soul as a guide to help the White Phoenix Lord return. ”

The white-feathered phoenix hissed again, like a mortal laugh, full of ridicule in her laughter, and listened to her: "Immortal genius, give up the path of cultivating immortals and become a ghost slave." Today, Mo is not disobeying the master's order, and is willing to become the rejuvenating medicine of this seat. ”

"Mortals become immortals for only a few hundred years of life, life is boring in a hurry for a hundred years, and hundreds of years more are just suffering. ”

"For this seat, you will sleep forever, and you will not enter reincarnation, can you wish?"

"The junior understands, and the only way to do so is to implore, Lord Bai Feng will give the junior another three years. ”

"Why?"

"Break the favor. ”

Without waiting for the white feather phoenix to trade with Liu Sanqing, he saw a black sword qi attacking the white feather phoenix. The black gas gradually turned into shape, like a master's ruler. It is exactly the Mo family's swordsmanship, the master's order.

The white-feathered phoenix was already weak, and this sword was caught off guard, and it landed at the center of the mouth, and let out a wail.

"Shameless boy, this feud will be repaid by you!"

The cruel words fell, and the white-feathered phoenix flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Liu Sanqing turned around angrily, and saw Mo Ming holding Mo Yu's sword in his hand, and then turned into a thin horse in his hand, riding the wind and falling sharply, ready to fight to the death with Mo Ming.

Mo Ming handed out a sword, which was considered the last strength, and it was impossible to move a single step. Seeing that the young owner was in danger, the handsome young man in Tsing Yi waved his fan and shot out more than ten sword qi. Liu Sanqing swung his sword in a row, slashing one after another. But it was careless, and the eight sword qi floated away on its own, stopping in all directions, forming an innate infinite array, trapping Liu Sanqing, who was already a dead soul.

"Sanqing, come back!"

Haunting Ruge didn't want Liu Sanqing to be hurt, so he sealed his hands and turned Liu Sanqing into white smoke and inhaled it. The rioting Liu Sanqing returned to his body, lingering like a song and blood rolling, it was difficult to calm down for a while, and he vomited a black blood when he landed. His strength decreased a little, and he fell to one knee on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Young Owner ······"

"The Mo family is uneasy!"

The handsome boy in Tsing Yi couldn't refute, so he had to clench his fists and sigh weakly. Haunting Ruge stared at Mo Ming, without emotion, and indeed revealed hatred and killing intent for a moment.

If the person who shot at this moment is Mo Sang, what kind of character is he, he has been crawling in the rivers and lakes for 30 years, and how can the subtle changes slip through the net. But the person who shot today is Mo Ming!

Mo Ming bowed to Yingru Song and said, "This time the Mo family was suddenly in disaster, fortunately Brother Changkong came to help, and the younger brother thanked me here." ”

Linghu Changkong held back his anger, pretended to be a reckless man, hugged his fists in return, his tone was a little softer, and he said in a low voice: "The young owner is polite, in terms of age, I am afraid that the young owner should be the elder brother." ”

Mo Ming couldn't help but be surprised, it is said that Linghu Changkong is an Asai person, although the Asai people are not as tender as the Daye people, but if Linghu Changkong is younger than his age, it should be really a year old

The moon urges people to grow old.

"Mo Ming was born on June 15, I don't know when Linghu Shaoxia was born. ”

The voice came, the years had passed, and the lord of Lincheng, who was still in the same style, walked slowly, accompanied by Mo Ming's wife Yin Li. A few steps behind the two, a weather-beaten old man with a cane followed closely behind.

Mo Ming was slightly stunned, and Ying Ruge's eyelids moved slightly, her tone did not change, and she replied: "The reckless man is also born in Xin Weinian, two months younger than the young owner, August 16. ”

The county lord of Lincheng couldn't help clapping his hands lightly and said with a smile: "Good years, August 15th Mid-Autumn Festival, Lincheng is August 16th." Linghu Shaoxia, the woman has an idea, I don't know if I can talk about it?"

Ying Ruge frowned slightly, silent, and had to nod slightly.

Mo Ming staggered to his feet and patted the dust on his body, even though his clothes were tattered, he was still heroic, and he was a Confucian style.

I heard his mother continue: "My Mo family has been based in Daye for 800 years, and it has always been a single line for 800 years, without sibling protection. Linghu Shaoxia heard that he was alone, but he was willing to take me as his mother and marry Ming'er as a brother with a different surname. Since then, even if you destroy the name of the sword lord rampant all over the world, the green forest court, thinking of you as my young master of the Mo family, will inevitably be polite and fearful. ”

Ying Ruge didn't think about it, and shook her head directly.

Mo said that the county lord of Lincheng opened his eyes wide, and Mo Ming was also shocked, only the old man behind the county lord stroked his beard and smiled.

The Mo family, the Tianshui Villa of the Mo family, although it is not one of the best in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, but because of its particularity, no one is disrespectful. The ancestors of the founding fathers are one, and the Jinling King's family is two, and the sword man is the one who has few opponents in the world. For the young owner of the Mo family, the martial arts are chivalrous and free, and the court is polite to the officials.

Linghu Changkong, why didn't he think about it, and directly shook his head and refused.

Ying Ruge spoke, listened to his explanation, and said: "Although Linghu Changkong is a Ace person, Ace is not as good as Daye's father, father and son, and has a complete set of rules. Although Linghu Changkong doesn't know who his biological father is, he has a righteous father, although he has passed away, it is difficult to fulfill filial piety. If Linghu Changkong is glorious today, and then recognizes the owner of Mozhuang as his father and his wife as his mother, he is afraid that he will be ashamed of his father's and mother's spirit in the sky, and he will not be able to be calm in front of the grave when he sacrifices the day, and burn incense and wine, which is a great unfilial piety. ”

At the moment, the Mo family's mother and son were shocked.

The Asai people are mostly hot-blooded and reckless, but Ling Hu Changkong knows etiquette and filial piety so much, and he can't help but be impressed.

The county lord of Lincheng also secretly admired in his heart, and his son could be taught. If such talents are owned by the Mo family, and they do not succeed in the catastrophe, they can become a great help to Mo Ming.

Just as the county lord was thinking about how to pull Linghu Changkong under his command, and at the same time, he kept thinking about his background and origin in the limited information about Linghu Changkong, but he heard Ying Ruge speak again.

"The reckless man admires the owner of Mozhuang as a person, and no one on the rivers and lakes does not sing praises of virtue and righteousness. The young owner of the village is a young talent, and the people of my generation on the Qingfeng list are not only silent from the sword saint of the Dusk Han Building, but also the young owner and the green-shirted swordsman who has never shown up are ranked eleven. If the lady and the young owner do not abandon the reckless husband of the village, let the fox Changkong hope to marry the young owner of the village, and make the fox Changkong willing to protect the safety of the Quartet for his brother. The owner and wife of the Mo village are willing to do their filial piety with courtesy. ”

When the county lord heard this, he was overjoyed, and he looked up to the sky and laughed three times. This time, not only was Ying Ruge amazed, but Mo Ming also frowned slightly. For more than 20 years, I didn't know the strength of my mother's internal strength, and the four wild birds and beasts fled in panic.

"Very good!"

The county lord did not speak, but the old man opened his mouth happily.

Just as this Lincheng County Lord Tianshui Villa Lady was about to knock on the side and ask Linghu Changkong who his father-in-law was, there were other people in the family who were alive and waiting for the parents.

I only heard the sound of breaking the sky outside the sky, one, two, three, four, a whole twelve sounds of breaking the sky. In the distance, twelve swords with the same scabbard and different swords flew in.

Mo Ming and Tsing Yi Jun Gongzi are not only good at swords, but they also perceive that each sword is unparalleled in sword energy, and it is the supreme treasure. Thinking about the rumors of the sword destroyer again, looking at the twelve flying swords, and then looking at the Linghu sky, I couldn't help but admire, I really picked up the treasure.

Twelve swords were suspended four or five feet above the three of them, swinging up and down, and each sword emitted sword light of different colors, dyeing this piece of heaven and earth colorful, as if there would be a fairy falling into the dust.

In the next moment, the twelve swords fell to the ground in an instant, and the scabbard was no longer able to wrap the unparalleled sword strength, and it was shattered, and the twelve famous swords were exposed, and then they ignored the dust, the bluestone slab, and the mountain wall, which were four points deeper, like twelve iron pillars that were stable and no longer had any extra movement.

Ying Ruge looked around, understood, and couldn't help but curse in his heart, you dead old man, this old man is still restless.

What he secretly scolded in his heart was naturally a sword hero who was a generation higher than Mo Sang, Bai Impermanence.

But seeing that the Impermanence Sword was not there, he was also happy, and he thought that the elder had agreed to the request.

Mo Ming also looked around, carefully examining each sword, he saw the sword that landed three inches on the side of Linghu Changkong's left foot, and recognized this sword.

This sword is so shorter than the other eleven, I am afraid that the craftsman did it intentionally. This sword is naturally the sword in the hand of Liu Sanqing, the white-clothed swordsman who destroyed the black dragon of Bibotan, and its name seems to be a thin horse.

And the county lord, when he saw the sword that was faintly scattered with the Taoist Qi soul on the right three inches of Linghu Chang's empty feet, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

also understood what Linghu is and why it is in the sky!

(End of chapter)