Lao Dao and the two teenagers were also full of shock, they had never seen such a sword technique.

Thousands of miles away, slashing the enemy in a few breaths, or flying out of the void, this sword path is too terrifying to be prevented.

"Brother God of War, I want to worship you as a teacher!" He Qian's face was full of admiration and expectation, and he bowed to Luo Yuyingying.

"What, rebel, you don't look down on the old man and me, and you want to betray the master!" When the old man heard this, he felt the pain of cutting meat, blew his beard and glared, and jumped to his feet.

"Alas, forget it, I'll let Brother God of War pass on some Taoism to me!" He Qian looked at the old Taoist blowing his beard and glared, faintly sad, and pouted.

Luo Yu just smiled slightly, did not speak, and his mind was in the sword.

After killing the two little monks, the fiery red sword did not leave, and the people were shocked and ran into the distance.

The disciple who guarded the statue of the god of war, as if facing a great enemy, sacrificed the magic weapon, but Luo Yu's voice came from the void: "I am the god of war, this Buddhist disciple was killed by me for theft, that disciple, you found the golden Buddha statue in the incense burner, exchange it for money!"

That disciple, as if struck by lightning, hurriedly went to the incense burner to touch it, found a fist-sized, golden Buddha statue, and hurriedly saluted the void sword.

"The god of war has appeared!"

"Worship the god of war!"

......

Everyone hurriedly ran over to worship the statue of the god of war, and the little disciples were very busy, recording people's demands.

Luo Yu did not stop, and continued to change the scene, whenever he saw a sneaky monk appearing around the statue of the god of war, he would fly out of his long sword and kill him instantly.

Then he sent a message to the disciples who guarded the Buddha statue, put away the Buddha statue, smashed it and sold it.

It must be sold cheaply, exchanged for money, drinking wine and eating meat.

A mouthful of flying swords, constantly flying out and into the void.

In half an hour, more than a hundred flying swords flew out, and the god of war appeared in a town with a statue of the god of war within a radius of nearly two thousand miles, killing hundreds of Buddhist disciples without mercy.

They are all cutting vegetables and cutting melons, this Jinshan Temple was originally in Zhongzhou, it is not orthodox, and the Tao is not deep.

This is like Buddhism, Mahayana, Hinayana and Tantra.

As the long sword flew back one after another, it was suspended on the water surface and flashed with various lights, the sword qi rolled, the water surface churned, and everyone swallowed saliva when they saw it.

"You can take one of these flying swords!" Luo Yu glanced at a few people and said lightly.

"Ahh With a smile on his face, Lao Dao rushed out, looking for what he wanted, without paying any attention to the other disciples.

Lao Dao is really polite......

The other three had bitter faces, but two teenagers jumped into the water and swam towards the sword.

"Dead old man, I don't want you as a master, I don't care about it when I see my baby apprentice!" He Qian stomped his feet, pointed at the old way of shuttling in the flying sword and scolded.

"Haha, Xiao Nizi, the master must be chosen to protect you!"

Ginger is still old and spicy......

Luo Yu turned his head to He Qian, who was puffing out, and said, "You can choose other magic weapons, I'll find them for you!"

"Brother God of War, I don't want other treasures, I want a long sword, you are too handsome with a sword!" He Qian thought of the picture in his mind, and his face was full of admiration.

"Oh!" Luo Yu beckoned casually, the fiery red long sword that he thought was good, the simple long sword emitted red light, and there seemed to be flames swaying.

"Thank you, Brother God of War!" He Qianyingying bowed, picked up the fiery red long sword, reflected her pretty face red, and said happily.

After everyone picked a long sword, Luo Yu made a move, and all the long swords flew into their purses, waved their hands at everyone, and everyone left the courtyard happily.

One by one, they are full of confidence in the future.

Cool night, scorching red candle!

"I don't know what's going on with the gossip?" Luo Yu sighed.

"Lost and regained, gained and lost, it is a regret for life, let alone blood relatives!" Qiushui's face was complicated, as if he thought of the sad past, and said in a trembling voice.

Luo Yu was stunned, looking at Qiushui with a sad face, holding her hand, looking at the dark night sky with her, blinking with a little starlight, as if telling the past.

After a while, Luo Yu opened the fairy realm and flew into the fairy realm with autumn water.

In the fairy world, the sun hangs in the sky, and the sound of trumpets is heard in the distance, and the boy and the girl are building the third bamboo building.

When the two saw the two people flying in, they stopped what they were doing, and Luo Yu asked Qiushui to go over to play with them, and he wanted to practice magic weapons. The three of them walked to the attic terrace, still responsible for boiling water to make tea, and a few people chattered about tea.

Qiushuipan sat on the terrace, waving the strings with his bare hands, and a faint fairy sound came.

The white-clothed Shengxue, clear and beautiful, integrated with the bamboo house, a beautiful picture, still hurriedly took out the purple bamboo cave flute, and Qiushui came to play a piano flute.

still took out a sheet music sheet given to her by Luo Yu, and the two played a song together, 'Endless love in the red dust, endless grievances in the world, slim..... Of course, safflower is paired with green leaves, who will accompany you in this life... Love the country and love the beauty more .....'.

Luo Yu listened to Xian Le, nodded with a smile, and took out the blue light flashing divine dragon wood, and the dragon qi was swirling. 2018

Luo Yu gestured the size, and the sword finger made an extremely bright thin line, like silk, and cut towards the divine dragon wood, the fire was shining, and it was cut according to the established position.

Half an hour passed, Luo Yu's forehead was sweating, and a wry smile appeared on his face, this kind of carpentry work was extremely laborious, such a precious treasure, naturally there could not be the slightest deviation.

Looking at the two sword embryos on the ground and a blue light flashing brand, Luo Yu nodded, very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

According to the secret method of refining treasures recorded in the Divine Soldier Records, Luo Yu sacrificed two sword embryos and a brand above the Dao Sword Pool at the same time, and the sword pool was covered with Samadhi True Fire.

As the treasure flew into the sky, the samadhi true fire was like a psychic, and the fire instantly flooded the treasure material.

Luo Yu concentrated his energy, integrated his divine consciousness into the treasure material, and began to imprint his understanding of the Tao into it.

The Yin and Yang Tao is the Great Dao, so he printed the Yin and Yang Tao rhyme into it.

Early the next morning.

Luo Yu and Qiushui took two white horses from the post station, and after leaving the city, they did not take the official road, but rode horses and whips in the wilderness of Pingchuan and green grass, and galloped all the way.

Whenever they went to a place with pleasant scenery, the two would stop to play, and return to the fairy land at night, and Luo Yu continued to refine treasures.

In half a month, the two rode horses and rivers and lakes, traveled two thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and came to Longyang City.

Longyang City is as lively and prosperous as ever, since Dayan drove Da Zhou out of Nanling Pass, the people of Longyang City can also live and work in peace and contentment, and strive for a better life.

At this time, there were many monks in Longyang City, except for the Tongtian Sword Sect, many disciples of other sects, most of them stopped to rest after passing through Longyang City, and there were many more Confucian and Buddhist disciples from Zhongzhou.

Luo Yu and Qiushui walked to a tea stall, and the little girl in a red jacket was eating rock sugar gourd, and she was still so intoxicated.

"Big brother, sister!" Seeing two familiar figures, the little girl rushed over, rushed into Luo Yu's arms, rubbed her head against Luo Yu's face, and said sweetly.

Qiushui smiled slightly and nodded, in front of this little girl, she no longer had a trace of a royal princess, and she regarded the little girl as Luo Yu's sister in her heart.

"Have you cultivated well?" Luo Yu touched her head and smiled.

"Alas, when it comes to cultivation, you get sleepy!" Ying'er sighed, pouted, and secretly glanced at Luo Yu's face as she spoke, for fear that Luo Yu would be angry.

"It's not okay to be lazy!" Luo Yu glared.

Just when he and Ying'er looked at each other, Luo Yu frowned, and he saw a trace of blood under Ying'er's eyes.

He only felt a cold sharp weapon pierce into his chest, and the pain in his heart spread throughout his body, and his soul trembled.

Yes!

Luo Yu pushed Ying'er away, but Ying'er's eyes were blood-red, and she hugged Luo Yu's neck tightly, and her little face was carved with a cruel smile.

Yes!

Luo Yu shouted, grabbed Ying'er's wrist, Ying'er's face was distorted in pain, and in a blink of an eye, the blood under her eyes dissipated, returning to her former innocent appearance, her eyes were as clear as water, and she shouted: "Brother!"

Luo Yu's hand loosened a little, he didn't know what was happening, but he was sure that Ying'er was controlled.

He was afraid of hurting her, but the next moment, Ying'er slammed her force and half of the sharp weapon into Luo Yu's chest, and she sneered: "Do you think that my Lingyan Pavilion is capable of this, the power of the curse will strip you of your twenty-year lifespan!"

It was a hoarse voice, not the voice of a child of a few years old at all.

Qiushui saw this scene and was shocked, she saw Ying'er, whose eyes were blood-red and her face was ruthless, and when she heard the extremely hoarse voice, it seemed to come from hell, and then she saw Luo Yu covered in black air, and the black blood slowly dripped down.

Bang!

"Ying'er, what's going on!" The tea bowl in the old man's hand exploded on the ground, the tea splashed, and the old man hurriedly ran over.

Yes!

Qiushui's face was cold, the phoenix's eyes spewed fire, and she raised her palm, and the blue light in her palm was great, condensed into an ice pick, and hit Ying'er's head.

"Don't!" Luo Yu shouted loudly to stop the autumn water.

"She's going to kill you!" Qiushui shouted angrily, she was anxious and angry.

"He's being controlled!"

"Haha, you do it, kill her! Haha! You're dying anyway, what kind of waves can you make in twenty years of life, this is just the beginning!" It seems that the voice from hell is coming from Ying'er's mouth again.

Luo Yu had already noticed that his two souls and seven spirits had begun to wither.

This is not death, it is the power of the curse that is the same as that ghost domain, the power of the curse from hell, depriving the living of yang life.

The girl wearing shabby embroidered shoes and bare toes on her feet came to her mind, crying sadly and calling for her father.

Luo Yu felt a pain in her heart, and at the same time, she had a trace of clarity in her mind, and when she pointed out, a white light did not enter Ying'er's eyebrows, Ying'er screamed, and then her face slowly softened, and she returned to her innocent appearance.

Luo Yu retreated and put Ying'er on the ground, a five-inch-long pitch-black hairpin, flashing with black light, inserted in his chest. Qiushui's heart was like a knife, he felt the same way, and hurriedly supported Luo Yu, and the white long sword flew around Luo Yu.

Luo Yu's face was dark, his face was full of life, his eyes were dull, his face was sad, ignoring the frightened old man on his face, he waved his hand, and the three of them disappeared in place and flew into the fairy realm.

Leaving only the old tears, the withered old man with a face like dead ashes, knelt on the ground, looking at the sky in a daze.

Tiandao also seems to have begun to be nostalgic for misery, making the already miserable people even worse.