A white light flew by, and the powerful thunder leopard was killed in an instant, split from the head, and Luo Yan also completely lost consciousness.

......

The blue sky and white day, the green peaks are towering, and there are clouds and mist everywhere you look.

Luo Yan returned to Qingcheng Mountain, and at this time he was holding a fine iron broom, standing on the familiar Qinglong Road.

This seems to be an illusion, but it is so real, Luo Yan clearly felt the warmth and coolness coming from the stone steps of Qinglong Road under his feet, as well as the aura around him, it didn't seem to be fake. With a light footstep, Luo Yan walked down the familiar stone steps, and soon came to a winding place, and then he didn't look at it, and stepped into the clouds and mist on one side.

After the clouds, it was not a cliff cliff, but a stone road that only allowed one person to walk sideways at one end, and on one side was the real abyss, Luo Yan's heart suddenly felt a little excited, his body was raised, and he had already crossed the path to a stone platform, and when he saw it, a very simple wooden house had a wooden door slightly open, and it seemed that there were people in it.

Stepping cautiously into the wooden house, Luo Yan saw the wooden bed at first glance, as if it was exactly the same as when he left, but the difference was that the old man was no longer there. On the wooden wall opposite, you can clearly see the Dao Dao sword marks, isn't that his masterpiece? Changmei Zhenren handed over the Lingyun Seven Styles to Luo Yan when he left, and Luo Yan destroyed the sword technique in order not to let others know, he only remembered it in his heart, and by now, he could already perform the first five styles of the Lingyun Seven Styles.

"Master, will you come back again, and Ah Yan will make you a vegetarian meal again, okay?"

At some point, Luo Yan was already kneeling in front of the wooden house, his eyes moistened. Rescued Luo Yan from the hands of the Thunder Leopard, and the real person with Changmei brought it here, and more than ten years have passed in a flash, and everything here is still so clear.

Bang bang bang!

Luo Yan bowed heavily to the wooden house, his forehead hit the stone platform, and the sound was in his ears.

It took two hours for Luo Yan to get up, and at this moment, he seemed to be back on the battlefield again, with an astonishing killing intent surging all around him, and the stone platform also dissipated in this killing intent, and he was already standing at the other end of the chain.

In front, there is a majestic and huge square, all paved with large pieces of white jade, smooth as a mirror, and at the other end of the square, is the symbol of Emei, "Golden Top".

The so-called golden summit is not the so-called golden summit in name. It was indeed a mountain, but it didn't have any golden light.

The golden peak, strictly speaking, is not a mountain, but a sword, the sword of the golden peak, with the mountain as the sword, and the mountain as the sword. It is said that the first generation of masters, Li Yuanhua put a fairy sword into the earth, turned into a mountain, with the mountain peak as the center, established a sect of Emei, so to speak, the golden top is the foundation of Emei, is the root of Emei.

Although there was such a vast square between him and the Golden Dome, Luo Yan still sensed a sharp aura penetrating his body, making him dare not move a bit, and the Taigang Golden Sword in his body was about to move at this time, which seemed to echo the sword qi from afar.

"Amitabha, the name of the golden dome, is worthy of its name. ”

Luo Yan was shocked, turned his head to look at Fahai on his side, his eyes showed gratitude, just now, Fahai used the Buddha's voice.

......

"What kind of person, Emei is heavy, leave quickly. ”

The golden sword turned into a golden thread, and in front of Luo Yan, two young monks wearing Emei clothes appeared. Their breath is not weak, it should be in the foundation building period, the two of them have clear eyebrows, long figures, and the momentum of arrogance on their bodies, they are worthy of the Emei Immortal Sect, but the disciples in the foundation building period have such a look.

"Qingcheng, Luo Yan!" "Buddha, Fahai!"

Luo Yan and the others reported to their homes, Luo Yan's eyes were cold, his body was straight, but Fahai was slightly moved, for the head of the Immortal Sect, Emei, Fahai had already heard of his name, but he had never been here, and he was somewhat in awe in his heart. But Luo Yan is different, he doesn't have a good impression of Emei.

"It's you, Yama Luo Luoyan!" The two disciples were shocked when they heard this, and one of them even looked straight in both eyes, the immortal and demon war, the two of them were weak and did not have a frontal battlefield, but they had also witnessed Luo Yan's feats, fighting the Blood God Ancestor and breaking the Demon Dao, but the relationship with the Demon Dao Demon Maiden made all his credits erase, and even most people thought that this battle was brought by him.

"Exactly!" Luo Yan did not deny it, and said coldly.

The eyes changed, the two young monks were quite steady, the two looked at each other, bowed slightly and said, "It turned out to be two Immortal Sect Dao friends, please wait here, we will go and report." After saying that, the two left in a hurry.

Not long after, there was a sound of flying in the square, Luo Yan squinted, the aura was so familiar, it seemed that he was an old opponent again.

"Luo Yan, are you brave enough to dare to climb on my Emei Golden Top alone?" The man was slender, dressed in linen white, with delicate facial features and a handsome face, but his eyes were as stunning as a rock, and there was a faint sword light beating in it, and a stone sword behind him straddled diagonally, and the whole person was full of sharpness, but it gave people a ubiquitous killing intent.

"Tianming, I'm not here to find you, I want to see your master. Luo Yan looked at Tianying lightly, and felt in his heart, five years ago, he was only a cultivator in the Dan period, and at that time, Tianying was already a monk in the infant stage, with the Dan on the Ning Baby, Luo Yan still did not fall behind, but the feeling that Tianying gave him was still unfathomable, this person was known as the most outstanding young talent in the Kyushu Xiuzhen Realm in the past century, and his strength was definitely more than that, and now, Luo Yan was also a cultivator in the infant stage, facing the Tianying again, that feeling had quietly transformed, and the Tianying was still strong, but he Luo Yan was not afraid.

Tian Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and sneered: "How can my master be able to see me if you want to." ”

"Oh, so you're not going to get out of the way. Luo Yan said lightly.

Tianming didn't speak, he just clasped his arms with his hands, obviously his attitude had shown everything, and he wouldn't let go.

Shaking his head slightly, Luo Yan was helpless, he didn't want to do it, but today it seems that it is not possible to do it, Tianying seems to be against him everywhere, only by defeating him can he gain his respect, there is no other way.

Airplanes!

The golden sword in his hand reappeared, only this time, there was no golden mangs visible on the golden sword, it was actually the same stone sword, which was somewhat similar to the one in Tianying's hand, but it was even longer, and there was a golden stripe at the tip of the sword that snaked upward, reaching the hilt.

Until now, Luo Yan can be regarded as truly in control of this fairy sword, and the benefits brought to him after three years of enlightenment are far more than imagined, and the breath of the real person with long eyebrows left on this fairy sword has completely disappeared, which may be because of the fall of long eyebrows, but Luo Yan naturally doesn't know, he only knows that the Taigang Golden Sword gives him a completely different feeling.

Holding the golden sword in his hand, Luo Yan's whole person has changed, from his eyes to his temperament, as if he has changed as a person.

"Lingyun Five Styles, Gathering Cloud Saint Heavenly Strike. ”

Luo Yanjin sword waved, no longer the previous starting style, but the tip of the knife was lightly pulled, and the golden sword flower floated out gently, one, two, three...... Until countless innumerable, countless golden sword flowers converged towards the tip of Luo Yan's golden sword, like golden flowers converging.

In the center of the sword flower, a deep black hole emerged, and in the black hole, the moment the gilded light was condensed to the extreme, a beam of light slowly appeared, and at the moment when the beam appeared, the sky also moved.

Lingyun Seven Styles, Tian Ming has already seen it, and now he has stepped into the Yuan Spirit, which is several times stronger than before, but even so, he does not dare to underestimate Luo Yan, according to Shizun, he has obtained the true inheritance of the ancestor's swordsmanship.

"Taiyi Wood Sword, Soaring in the Day!"

The day sun is swimming in the blue light, drawing out the snow-white mark of the Dao, it is not the real white sun, but the sword qi will only appear when it is condensed to the extreme. Goodbye Bai Ri, Luo Yan sighed in his heart, at the beginning, with the Lingyun Five Form, he could barely resist this move, but now it seems that the power of the Heavenly Darkness is several times greater than before.

The beam of light shoots out, piercing through the void, the sun is scorching, and the sword aura is overwhelming. Silently, the golden light shines on the day.

Hiss!

The space shook, and the two majestic spiritual powers disappeared from each other, and the two of them still maintained the posture of slashing their swords.

This round is evenly divided.