The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became a little cold, and before Liu Niantong and Ruan Ruan could fight, a spark burst out.

This tense situation comes from the collision with the momentum of the two.

Although it was summer and it was a hot day, it was as cold as an ice cellar on the martial arts field.

"Do you think this way can shake my Dao heart?"

Liu Niantong's eyes were cold, and he looked at Ruan Ruan as if he were looking at a corpse.

"I'm just suggesting that if you don't accept it, you can not try it. Ruan Ruan said tepidly.

When facing the enemy, the subtle change in momentum is also an important factor in determining the outcome of the battle.

Liu Niantong believes that the other party deliberately put forward this condition in order to interfere with his emotions.

is just a beginner kid, he dares to speak so presumptuously, he is really not afraid of being killed on the spot.

It has been a long time since anyone dared to challenge Liu Niantong's dignity in person, and this is a position won by his own strength.

"Boy, do you know it's self-defeating. Liu Niantong laughed angrily.

"A lot of people think so, but it's a pity I let them down. Ruan Ruan shrugged his shoulders and behaved very calmly.

"I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth. ”

Liu Niantong looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and he couldn't see that he had any confidence at all, and he dared to speak out like this.

In the Chaoyun Sect, except for the elders, there is no disciple who can be placed in Liu Niantong's eyes, including the group of people behind him, they must also take his lead.

"Draw your weapon, or I'm afraid you won't stand a chance. ”

Liu Niantong's arrogance comes from his self-confidence, and his cultivation in the late Yuan Infant period is already a top-notch existence here.

"Qing'er, lend me your butterfly dance sword. ”

Ruan Ruan didn't take out the Xinghang Sword, and it was not worth using his means to press the bottom of the box against Liu Niantong.

Yuqing took out the Butterfly Dance Sword and handed it to Ruan Ruan. She rarely uses this sword anymore, and she always carries it with her purely because of her hobby of collecting.

The butterfly dance sword itself is a woman's sabre, small and flexible, and lacks strength.

And it's not even a low-level magic weapon, and the Jindan realm will seem to be a little inadequate.

Ruan Ruan held it in his hand and delicately pulled a sword flower, as if he had returned to the days when he first entered the cultivation.

In Liu Niantong's eyes, this action is undoubtedly a huge contempt.

Among monks, the realm is one thing, and the other is relying on the power of magic weapons.

A good magic weapon can gain an advantage against the enemy.

The young man on the opposite side casually used a woman's saber to fight him, obviously ignoring him.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you know how stupid your decision is. ”

Liu Niantong's face was ugly, but he still controlled his emotions.

He took a deep breath and pulled out his proud natal magic weapon.

A strangely shaped hook-shaped weapon.

It is like the front end of Fang Tian's halberd, an arc-shaped blade at the wing, and the front of the hook head is curved like a poisonous snake's letter.

Liu Niantong deliberately gave this weapon a nice name.

Red dust.

It means that as soon as this weapon comes out, it will cut off the trouble of red dust and can reach Elysium.

The red dust is rolling, indulging in long songs, countless fireworks and beautiful scenery, and the vicissitudes of the world.

All causes arise from the heart, and all causes die from the mind.

Who can see through and be detached.

Liu Niantong waved the red dust in his hand, and a strange trace crossed the air, slashing ruthlessly towards Ruan Ruan.

The long hook with a whistling sound, as if telling the parting of life and death in the red dust, is resolute and decisive.

Ruan Ruan's sword was lightly lit out, spilling a drizzle-like sword light, like a touch of nectar on a branch in the early morning.

The small raindrops, moisturizing things silently, like the murmur of spring, gently swallowed.

Liu Niantong's long hook embodies a fast word.

A streamer, castration non-stop, straight to Ruan Ruan's chest.

The drizzle in the air brought a blur, and the rain curtain hung low, blocking the road ahead.

Liu Niantong's long hook slowed down in this special artistic conception. It seems to rush into the soft layers of wrapping, entangled by the rain.

The rain is like a lover's long hair, blocking the cold sharpness, and the eyes are hazy for a while, and the scenery is blurred.

Liu Niantong changed the direction, wanting to cut off the continuous rain and open up a path of blood light.

The butterfly dance sword in Ruan Ruan's hand, Yingying, is always in front of the long hook, laying gentle traps one after another.

Both of them became sluggish in their movements, as if they were practicing sword moves, and each movement was incomparably clear.

The long hook, which seemed to be extremely powerful, fell into the gentle rain and could not release its due power.

Soft and fair goes far.

This feeling made Liu Niantong very unhappy, as if driving a chariot into the soft grass. No matter how he rushes left and right, he has never been able to break through this seemingly beautiful territory.

Beneath the beauty lies danger.

The rain brushed softly, and the power on the long hook continued to weaken, like a hooked fish, struggling desperately with the slender fishing line.

There is always a time when the fish will lose their strength, and that is when the hook is taken.

Liu Niantong was unwilling to sit still, and the Yuan Shen Dao Yi lit up, urging the sharp edge on the long hook to vomit.

Step on the road to break through the red dust and cut off the troubles of the world.

A cold light several feet long erupted from the long hook, coldly cutting a waning moon.

The light around them suddenly dimmed, and only the waning moon like a hook emitted a cold glow.

The space was so quiet that it was as if the sound had been withdrawn.

The waning moon hangs high, ruthless and indifferent.

The emotions of the world come from the perception of the heart, and without the support of faith, there is only endless emptiness.

Ruan Ruan waved the butterfly dance sword, alone.

Some light and dark lines rippled as his white clothes were like snow and his black hair fluttered.

Friendship, affection, love.

These basic emotional lines maintain the stability of the space.

Liu Niantong's long hook vows to cut off these love threads and turn this place into a merciless Dead Sea.

The red dust road is broken, and there is no more.

The existence of life is limited to the narrow world because there are too many emotional entanglements.

Liu Niantong's ruthless way is to become ruthless, above all sentient beings, and dominate the life and death of sentient beings.

The long hook is cold, and the waning moon is clear.

The shadows of the long hooks are layered on top of each other, cutting the ravines of the Dao in the space.

Break.

Chop.

Cut through all obstacles.

Feeling.

Ruthless.

Ruthlessness is the other side.

Be ruthless to others as much as you are to yourself.

This kind of obsession is based on a cruel state of mind, a consciousness of self-respect.

No person or thing can hinder the determination to preach, and there is only loneliness on the way to the highway.

Cutting off the way of others and fulfilling one's own way is the way of ruthlessness.

The long hook raged and collided in the space, that is, all the troubles were completely destroyed, leaving no concern.

The lines around Ruan Ruan Ruan seem to be weak and boneless, but in fact they are tenacious.

Abandoning emotions and forging a ruthless avenue, this kind of way is not Ruan's soft way.

What he maintains and cares about is this attachment to emotion, and the endless motivation that comes with it.

For the sake of the beloved, the person who cares, you can give all your love.

It is precisely because of love that the world is full of warmth and life becomes more meaningful.

I didn't come from the red dust to be an enemy of the world.

For the sake of the red dust, dare to face all hardships.

Guarding and defending this Pure Land is an eternal belief.

Any purpose that is divorced from emotions is the sinking of inner desires. This is a disregard for life, a distortion of human nature.

Ruan Ruan's figure became taller and taller in the lines of emotion, and the realization in his heart became stronger.

The butterfly sword gradually merges with these lines, carrying the ups and downs of emotion, and intersecting fiercely with the long hook.

The lines on the sword became clearer and clearer, in stark contrast to the ruthlessness of the long hook.

Chop Chop, Chop, Chop.

Liu Niantong's eyes were empty, and all the obstacles in front of him would turn into coldness under the long hook.

Cut off these entanglements and forget the grievances of Hongchen.

Liu Niantong's thoughts were clear, and the space shrouded by the waning moon was turbulent under the chopping of the long hook.

Break off break.

How can these worldly emotions restrain ruthless determination?

Only by cutting off the entanglement can we cut a smooth road to the supreme avenue.

No one can stop my way.

Even though there are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood along the way, I am indomitable.

Liu Niantong looked like a mad demon, with only the will to destroy in his eyes, and the long hook in his hand seemed to be about to split the space to pieces.

The butterfly dance sword in Ruan Ruan's hand, with three delicate lines, bloomed with soft colors.

Ruthless and affectionate, who is closer to the avenue.

The waning moon and the long hook cast endless coldness in the space.

The long hook slashed violently, breaking the lines on Ruan Ruan's sword and quickly condensing into shape.

The red dust is absolute, and the world is lacking. Love is empty, and the meaning is gone.