The cold wind moved, Zhang Hua held the Water Shadow Sword and protected Liang Nianxin behind him. Several black-clothed people each held killing weapons, and the leader spoke: "Zhang Hua, hand over the Water Shadow Sword and Sword Spectrum, spare you from death." Otherwise, you and the unruly little lady behind you. Let's meet underground. ”

When Zhang Hua heard this, his eyes were cold, and he said: "What are you, you cover your face everywhere, a group of rats. ”

"Die to the end of your mouth! Kill!" The killing weapon in the hands of the leader glowed red, and the rest of the people in black also used their own immortal methods to kill Zhang Hua.

Zhang Hua blocked with a sword, and swung out three water blue sword qi to repel the three of them. He slashed the sword horizontally again, blocking the two sword qi. grabbed Liang Nianxin's waist with his left hand and flew back sharply.

What is love? What is loving someone? When you are in pain, do you think you really love? Zhang Hua has loved, he is still in love, so much so that he doesn't even notice it, Liang Nianxin has not changed from the appearance of the man in black to the move, and the expression on his face has not changed in any way.

Liang Nianxin made an appointment with Ouyang Jincheng, and tonight he asked Zhang Hua to drink the special ecstasy wine, and asked the Water Shadow Immortal Sword Spectrum with soul dementorship. saw that it was about to be done, but a few people in black were killed.

This black-clothed man was the one who robbed the sedan chair last time, and they went back to report their lives and informed the whereabouts of the Water Shadow Immortal Sword, so its head sent the immortal cultivator master again to capture the Water Shadow.

Zhang Hua's figure moved, retreating sharply like the wind, and the trees on the side were like reflections. But the leader is also good in cultivation, he came first, surpassed Zhang Hua, and waited behind Zhang Hua. Zhang Hua knew that he had met a high-ranking immortal cultivator, so he stopped and held his sword at the black-clothed people.

"Obediently hand over the Water Shadow Immortal Sword and Sword Spectrum, don't make senseless resistance. The leader said confidently, the red light killing weapon in his hand was very dazzling in the night.

Zhang Hua recited the incantation lightly in his mouth, and on this clear moonlit night, a strong wind suddenly blew, and dark clouds slowly gathered in the air. The leader praised: "The inheritance of the old man of the waterway is really clever, and he can call the wind and rain. ”

At this time, the sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the night was all based on one's own cultivation to see things. Zhang Hua shouted: "Fall!" The thunderstorm roared, and the heavy rain poured down, and the black-clothed man with low cultivation instantly revealed his flaws. Zhang Hua was like a banyan in this rain, and a wave of sword qi pierced the man in black to death.

The leader silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and a red glow of immortal gas gradually appeared in his palm. This red flickering immortal qi emitted tremendous energy. At this time, Zhang Hua was dissolving into the rain and killing the man in black with low cultivation, and the leader said softly: "Red Flame Heart, capture!"

The red light fairy gas in the leader's hand was like an infinitely stretched vine, spreading in a staggered and vertical way, poof, poof, Zhang Hua was injured by the red murderous aura. This red murderous aura penetrated into the skin like fire, and Zhang Hua hurriedly resisted this external force.

The leader moved, and the moment Zhang Hua stopped and had low luck, he moved. The red light blade in his hand rushed towards Zhang Hua in the rain, and with a snort, the red blade crossed on Zhang Hua's ribs. Zhang Hua snorted, and the Water Shadow Sword used the immortal power of his whole body and swung out a water blue sword light. Seeing that it was a sword, the leader hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated, dodging to the side. The man in black behind him was swept away by the sword because he didn't have time to react, leaving a broken limb on the ground.

"What a powerful sword!" said the leader, "but you are already injured, and defeat is a matter of time." With that, he flew out again and slashed at Zhang Hua with a blade.

The blood on Zhang Hua's shoulder continued to flow out, and the leader was too strong. In the mirror, Zhang Hua's figure moved, and several figures came out together. The blue water waves, the rain in the air suddenly gathered, forming a huge wave in the sky, several phantoms pointed together, and the huge waves rolled towards the leader.

The leader shouted, "Good coming!" The palm of his hand was red and bright, and a wave of immortal power struck out to meet the huge waves. The waves rolled endlessly, instantly drowning in red light, and smashed towards the leader. The leader took this blow firmly, his internal organs churned, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

After Zhang Hua saw that he was hit hard, he sealed the acupoint on his shoulder with two fingers, wrapped his arms around Liang Nianxin's waist, and flew away.

Since Liang Muzhong returned home, he has been thinking about the relics left by the old man of the waterway. He was puzzled, so he sat cross-legged and began to refine qi. The cyclone in the dantian has already doubled in size, and it seems that a breakthrough in qi refining is just around the corner. Liang Mu once again controlled the air flow to hit the spring point on the soles of his feet, and the air flow followed the control along the meridians. Liang Muzhong waited for a long time, and found that the regurgitation gas vein seemed to be gone, and the air flow gradually reached the Yongquan Cave. The soles of Liang Muzhong's feet suddenly felt full of cyclones, and his heart was overjoyed, knowing that the Yongquan acupoint was open, and as long as he practiced more, he would be able to shrink the ground into inches one day. Liang Muzhong adjusted the internal breath airflow circulation, and the airflow became smoother and smoother, and the speed was three times faster than before! Liang Muzhong retracted the airflow into the dantian and found that the cyclone was now the size of a fist, which proved the accuracy of Liang Muzhong's cultivation of the Yongquan acupoint.

Liang Muzhong knew that he could enter the stage of refining gods, and closed his eyes and meditated in his mind. A slight message suddenly came from the dantian, Liang Muzhong looked inward at the dantian, this look, he was even more happy in his heart, it turned out that the fist-sized cyclone was already the size of a bean, and it was rapidly circulating in the dantian. Liang Muzhong knew that it was not that the cyclone had become smaller, but that it was the characteristics of his own Pangu bloodline, and he could cultivate multiple cyclones! After Liang Muzhong played another cycle, he decided to hit the Qu Chi next time and charge two points less. At this time, he can travel thousands of miles a day, so the next one is naturally the work of hand.

Refining gods, as the name suggests, is the divine consciousness of immortal cultivators. No matter how good an immortal cultivator's immortal method is, once his divine sense is hit, he has no power to fight back. It's like beating the Divine Whip, hitting those immortal cultivators with low cultivation, their divine consciousness is low, so they can't stand the blow of the Divine Whip. If an immortal cultivator's divine sense is strong, then beating the divine whip may not be able to work on it, which is naturally a later story.

Liang Mu closed his eyes and entered meditation, and for the first time he entered his divine consciousness, there was a white light inside, Liang Mu took two steps and found a huge mountain peak in his divine consciousness. Liang Muzhong stood in front of the mountain peak and began to think, time passed little by little, and Liang Muzhong realized the divine consciousness of pressure. With time, Liang Muzhong knew that his divine sense could fight the enemy.

With a soft sigh of relief, Liang Mu reopened his eyes, and the events of the past few days resurfaced in his mind. Liang Muzhong wanted to become stronger, and he knew that only after he became stronger could he protect Zhang Hua, a good brother. The secret of the Chongyang Realm, Liang Muzhong didn't dare to think about it, from the appearance of the cultivation world to the present hundreds of thousands of years, only a handful of people have entered the Chongyang Realm. One can imagine the mystery of the Chongyang Realm in this immortal cultivation world. The old man of the waterway is worthy of being a generation of demon talents, and he was able to enter the Chongyang realm and become the first person in modern times!

When it was time to go, Liang Mu pushed open the window to look at the moon, thoughtfully, now he was about to be eighteen years old, and he said a trace of bitterness to the bright moon. Who doesn't want to be accompanied by beautiful women? The only one who knows my heart is Qingyue.

Looking at the moon like this, after a while, I only felt that the dark clouds covered the moon, and Liang Mu saw this again, and the poem said:

The bright moon shines on the heart, and the dark clouds close the moon

As light as the wind blows the leaves

Lian Li branch to see the green willow

Who can be high in the air?

Starry night, count the stars

Wake up from a peerless dream

Can it be a song?

For a while, dark clouds were thick, and it was pouring rain, and Liang Mu said suddenly: "It's broken, Huazi is in danger!"