The black sword is famous, and it is called the cave.

The sword intent is like a dragon slashing down in the air.

The corpse face Jiao was in a trance for a moment, as if the time in front of him had turned back to the day of the catastrophe hundreds of years ago, and the same scene was so similar.

The light on the bone sickle skyrocketed, and the corpse-faced Jiao Yin Hong's eyes were devoured by ferocity in a trance in an instant, it endured dormant for a hundred years, and was accompanied by flesh and blood all day long, how could it be willing to be beaten back to its original form again and endure a hundred years of silence?

The pale and distorted human face became more and more hideous, vowing to use the blood of this rampant boy to fade the dragon!

Chang Xi began to run, a wisp of golden blood beside his scarlet thin lips had never been wiped away, and he had a hideous ruthlessness that did not lose to the corpse. The black-haired black fur hunted and flew in the cold wind of early winter, and the sword fingers in his sleeve were lightly buckled, and the Yuehong sword body trembled slightly in the distance, quietly unsheathed.

The murderous face of the evil Jiao was full of magical powers, such as the hoarse roar of gold and iron and the roar of the mighty sword resounding in the sky, the arm bones and sickles turned into invisible, and the thick tail of the Jiao crushed the flat ground in the valley into a broken river.

A person, a sword and a Jiao collided violently.

The cannons with hideous ethnic patterns on their faces and the blue conch beside them still looked at the valley full of sores and ravines, and the black cumulus clouds above the valley were shattered by the corpse qi and sword intent, and the sunlight sprinkled through the gaps, which was a scene that had not appeared in the Buried Bone River for hundreds of years.

Biluo's heart is far less calm than she seems on the surface.

Previously, she saw in the distance that there was a dragon luck in the distance but fell here, the secret technique of seizing luck in the Southern Xinjiang Witch God Valley has always been passed on to women but not to men, and the previous valley owners have been served by the witches with the most luck. As a closed disciple of the valley lord with high hopes, if she wants to take over the mantle of the witch from her master, she must first serve the people with supreme luck.

The rugged man hugged his arms, the original relaxed and freehand expression had long disappeared, I don't know if it was because of nervousness or inexplicable awe, his hand holding his arm unconsciously felt a little harder, and said in a deep voice: "You want to take this man's luck?"

Biluo, who has always been resolute and does not lose to men, rarely hesitates.

The golden and blue weather luck on the black fox Qiu man who was fighting with the corpse-faced Jiao in the valley was really the only one she had seen in her life, and the intertwining of dragons and phoenixes was beautiful, and a few more glances almost made her intoxicated.

The tribal totems of the dragon and phoenix have never appeared among the various sects and factions in southern Xinjiang, and no one can control and dominate these two noble bloodlines.

Biluo had no doubt that if she could really seize the luck of this black fox man, even if it was just a scale and half a claw, it would be enough for her and even the Witch God Valley to which she belonged to dominate the southern frontier.

Capturing luck is not only a time-consuming, laborious and highly technical work, but also extremely strict requirements for the person who seizes luck himself, and it is not as easy as depicted in the third-rate stalls in the market. If there is too much difference in the degree of luck between the caster and the person who has been robbed of luck, the caster will bear the brunt of the Heavenly Dao.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

The shrine maiden, who had never had a clan crest engraved on her face, shook her head lightly as she looked at the rugged man beside her who was destined to protect her for the rest of her life.

The rugged man whose personality did not match his name at all smiled helplessly, that black fox Qiu Jianxiu was really fierce, and his move was so far away, the cold sword intent seemed to be able to slash his face and cause hidden pain. He asked himself, a sword cultivator who could be equal to the tyrannical corpse Jiao was something he could never afford to provoke.

Bi Luo was suddenly moved, and her eyes clenched at the black fox Qiu Jian Xiu.

The golden and blue pillars of fortune above his head became more and more condensed, and the phoenix shadows flying around the pillars were already like substance.

"It's time to go. ”

Hao's wrist brushed the green silk in her ear, and she vaguely saw the result.

A man and a woman in the Valley of the Witch God, who had no karma on their hands, disappeared to the top of the mountain.

One of the corpse's arms was broken, and the tail was still a hundred feet away.

The black fox man's chest collapsed, and his body was covered with scaly wounds, and his bones could be seen in the scars.

Chang Xi suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and shouted inexplicably: "Have you seen clearly, the fight is like this, like your nest, who do you think you can beat?!"

The corpse-faced Jiao didn't care, and was still hideous, because the man was not talking to it.

The black fox Qiu man's body staggered, but the step of Jian Gang was still steady, and he rushed towards the corpse face Jiao again with the roar of winter thunder, this was his last run.

The black fox fur man shouted with blood in his mouth: "Look at it, Chang Xi!"

The spiritual power is surging like a flood, and the spirit and spirit are climbing to the top again.

The sword stepped down, roaring like thunder, and in an instant, it crossed a hundred feet.

The curved sword fingers that had been gathering momentum for a long time burst straight in an instant.

The sword intent soared into the sky, and the black fox hunted and hunted.

The hands that had been hidden in the sleeves of the robe were finally revealed.

Draw a circle on the left and right with a finch on the chest, and swim in front of the yin and yang pisces Ouroboros.

The fingers of the sword were stained with blood, and the bells in the mud pill palace were ringing.

The moon rainbow and the cave ghost shot out from both sides of Chang Xi, and the sword intent broke through the clouds and passed through the Jiao in an instant.

Yan returns to Denglong!

Yuehong and Dongyou exhausted the last of their spiritual power and fell into the dust, golden blood dripping from their fingertips, Chang Xi slowly withdrew his sword fingers, and sat on his knees weakly. The corpse-faced Jiao was still alive after being hit by this, and the tail that was only half of it twisted and continued to pounce.

Chang Xi had no sorrow or joy on his face, did his best, and obeyed the destiny of heaven.

The silver cross star in his eyes disappeared, and his breath fell back to a half-step golden pill.

He wasn't afraid, he could feel it, destiny was behind him.

The body trembled and stopped, and the corpse's hideous face finally changed.

In the sky, nine wings appeared, and the beautiful Qingluan Shenxing Boat the size of a mountain smashed through the black sea of clouds overhead and soared into the sky, and several figures on the bow of the ship jumped down in volley.

The short-haired Chen Lu took the lead with a sword, and the corner of his eye glanced at the sweetheart of the little junior sister he had never met before, Rao is vicious eyes, and he couldn't help but secretly praise a good man in his heart.

Among the fifth disciples of the Houshan Mountain, the coercion of his Yuan Infant Realm came abruptly, and it was not much better than the peak of the corpse face Jiao, and the corpse face Jiao, who was severely injured by Chang Xi's two-style lore to the point that he only had his last breath left, was quickly given the first punishment, Yin Hong's eyes were full of unwillingness, and gradually extinguished.

The evil Jiao will not be able to turn into a dragon in the end.

I saw Chang Xi kneeling covered in blood, the phoenix branch in Xin Tong's hand fell silently, the ripples in his beautiful eyes continued, and he staggered and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains on his sweetheart, but he stopped trembling, afraid of hurting him.

Chang Xi slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he didn't know what to say softly, Xin Tong couldn't stop his tears when he heard this, and threw himself on his chest and cried uncontrollably.

Yuhan picked up two long swords, one black and one white, that fell in the dust in the distance, and carefully looked at the handsome man who held the veritable empress in the back mountain in his arms, and his beautiful eyes were shining.

Yu Han put the two swords in front of Chang Xi, and smiled at Chang Xi, who had only heard his name before, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Half-step Jindan Realm, Little King Kong Physique, Newborn Divine Consciousness Imperial Two Swords, um... It's kind of so-so. ”

Chang Xi stretched out a free hand to pay tribute to these two Houshan disciples whose breath was like an abyss, and the two of them did not hold their own status and returned the salute with a smile.

Tianhuang and Xiaoyao, a pair of golden boys and girls, cheered and jumped, jumping all the way, Ah Ying, who had regrown most of the golden feathers, fell on Chang Xi's shoulder, and the two young women who had seen a black dress, Xin Tong, who had always had a sparse temperament, was amused by two naughty and cute dolls and Ah Ying, who was very humane, and laughed.

Xin Tong leaned on her lover's warm chest and asked softly, "Go back to Qingyun?"

Chang Xi sniffed the faint fragrance of virginity in his nose and smiled: "Naturally, I want to go back, but I was entrusted by someone before, and I have to go to get that tequila and return to Yaocheng Chengfu." ”

Chang Xi stood up, looking at the little monk Jueming's breath stable but still not awake, he just wanted to wake up but was pulled by Chen Lu on the side.

Chen Lu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "This little monk is in an epiphany, don't touch it, otherwise this great opportunity will be cut off." ”

Chang Xi immediately retracted his palm, pondered for a moment and asked, "Then how long will it take for him to wake up?"

Yuhan interjected on the side: "Maybe it's a breath, maybe it's a quarter of an hour, maybe it's a day, a month, a year, an epiphany is an extremely rare opportunity, I can't say for sure." ”

"If that's the case, so be it. ”

Chen Lu pulled out the long sword with his backhand, and the tip of the sword drew a circle to put the little monk in it.

Putting the sword back into the sheath, Chen Lu said indifferently: "There are no strong demon beasts in the buried bone river, I draw a circle with a prohibition, and anyone with malicious intent is not allowed to enter the circle, let him himself understand it here." ”

Chang Xi nodded, and when he saw the tattered robe draped over the shoulders of the little monk, his heart trembled.

"Wait a minute. ”

Chang Xi sat down cross-legged beside the little monk and took out a carefully wrapped sewing kit, which was the needlework he often used to sew summer clothes and winter clothes for himself on the 20,000-mile journey to seek immortals.

The needle thread passes through the robe, and the needle moves carefully.

He smiled, he had been practicing swords for a long time, and this needlework had also been stained, but he was much more familiar than before. The needlework and thread are carefully drawn, and the fine stitches re-weave the fiery red robe together.

I don't know if it was a trance or an illusion, Chang Xi felt that there seemed to be an old monk figure with Buddha light on the robe, his palms folded reverently, and he bowed to him with kindness.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he was gone.

Xin Tong's face was gentle and infatuated, Chen Lu and Yuhan bowed slightly, and the eyes that looked at Chang Xi were already very different.

Chang Xi stood up, bowed solemnly to the little monk, and turned to get on the boat.