On a continent in the corner of the fairy world, on a continent that is extremely ordinary but lacks an extremely large number of planets, there is a huge city that seems to be ordinary but circulates with a wild atmosphere. At this time, the rising sun and the shouting and shouting broke the silence of this ancient city.

Most of the bustling crowd were mortals, and there were only a few monks, which made people think that this was a prosperous mortal city in the human realm at the first time. But this is not the human world, but the fairy world.

From the walls of this city, it can be seen that this city has really prospered, it is the prosperity of cultivating immortals and the prosperity of extraordinary people, perhaps a great change has happened here a few years ago, so that the city of the once prosperous immortal world is no longer immortal, and there are only some cultivators with low cultivation instead of immortals, as well as mortals with a large base.

This huge and still exudes a faint atmosphere of vicissitudes of life of the city without the moisture of the immortal energy, most of the city's formations can not be used, even if there are immortal powerhouses using expensive means to activate the city's formation, it will not be all activated, because the city's formation is too long and too long without the nourishment of the immortal energy, at this time she is like an old woman who is about to die, she once protected the residents of the city as if a mother cares for her children, but as the years pass, the old mother is getting old and is no longer able to protect her children, at this time she needs the children to protect, but for so long her children did not come to take care of her, I don't know if it's because she can't do it or because her children have abandoned her, but everything doesn't matter anymore, it's all in the past.

There is a huge mountain in the center of the bustling fairy mortal city, this mountain peak stands in the center of this ancient city, so that no matter anyone or monk in the city as long as he walks out of the house and looks up, he will see this heavenly peak, the peak of the mountain has a lot of dilapidated pavilions and palaces, although dilapidated, but it can't hide its former gorgeousness, and there are a lot of heaven and earth spiritual objects.

These dilapidated buildings are covered in layers of dust. On the top of this mountain, a young man dressed in white and draped in a gray cloak, the young man sat casually on a piece of bluestone covered with ice and snow, looking into the distance, and from time to time took a sip of the wine in the jade bottle in his hand. The young man's face still had a little fuzz that indicated his age. But his eyes are a pool of stagnant water, and the whole person exudes a sense of vicissitudes, as if he has seen through the mortal dust and experienced countless tribulations. This sense of vicissitudes should not appear in this young man at all, and the youth should be vigorous and not so vicissitudes.

Following the young man's gaze, you can see countless dilapidated buildings, countless pavilions and palaces that have been eaten away by trees and covered with greenery, and may have been very luxurious. But now that's all in the past. The young man sitting on the top of the mountain can see the devastation of this continent on a great scale.

"No matter how powerful the forces are, no matter how brilliant they once were, they are no match for the invasion of time, no match for the cruelty of war, although I don't know why the war is caused here, and I don't know if it is because of the lack of fairy energy on this planet, or because of the lack of fairy energy. There must be some connection between the two, the burning mountain was obviously formed by magic, and the sword qi remaining on this single peak was extremely faint. But there's still a glimmer of it. The entire mountain peak was smoothly cut off, and the remaining wisps of sword qi perfectly covered the peak at this time. Presumably, the battles before the desolate times were all the pinnacle powerhouses of this world, what was the war of the Immortal Emperor Immortal Venerable powerhouse for. ”

Just when the young man in white was drinking the elixir and touching the smooth top of the mountain, an extremely strong white sword light came from a distance, and the location of the young man in white was the only way for the sword light to advance, if the young man was shot by the sword light, he would definitely reach out and be seriously injured.

After discovering the sword light, the young man first frowned, then drank a large sip of elixir, and then raised his right hand and stretched out his index finger, which burned purple and gold. A three-inch-long purple-gold small sword was born in the blood flame of the purple-gold color, and then **** towards the white sword light at an unparalleled speed.

Purple gold and white collided with each other on the top of the mountain that had been shaved off, and the small sword of purple gold and white sword qi collided together like spring turning snow. cancel each other out. There was no more than a trace of power to destroy the sword qi left behind from the top of the mountain that had been cut off.

After the purple gold sword and white sword qi disappeared, a young man dressed in white appeared in the distance, how can he say that he was all white. The young man was wearing a white robe, the white robe was tattooed with a white cloud, his complexion was also white, his eyebrows were silver-white, and even the sword in the young man's hand was crystal white. I don't know if this person likes white because of his silver skin or because of the exercises he has practiced, and this person is only about 1.6 meters tall.

The white youth slowly approached the young man who was sitting on the bluestone drinking, and when he was close to the young man, the white young man put away the crystal white sword in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth with his fist at the drinking youth.

"Dare...... Ask...... Pavilion...... Under...... Respect...... Surname...... Big...... Name. Can, bear, receive. This, the earth, the, the sword, the air, the thought, the must, the pavilion, the next, also, is, the one, the name, the sword, the immortal. In, Down, Stream, Cloud, Sword, Zong, White, Make, Luo, Yang......"

"Stop, look at your sword speed, it's not bad, how can you talk like a stammer. ”

The white youth spoke extremely slowly, exactly the opposite of the speed at which he drew and retracted his sword. The young man who was drinking had seen the young man in white approaching him, and his eyebrows had been slightly raised. After the white youth spoke, the drinking youth listened and stretched out his hand to signal the white youth Luoyang to stop.

As everyone knows, the white young man raised his eyebrows when he heard the word stammer, and the long sword in his hand trembled in the scabbard.

"Difficult, Dao, Ge, Xia, No, Know, Luo, Some, Zhi, Name. ”

"What, little stammer, you're famous in the fairy world? I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it. ”

The drinking youth shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the white youth.

"This, the earth, well, often, come, enlightenment, sword, way. Ancient, star, of, man, base, this, cognizant, with, this, earth, is, I, earth. ”

"So, wouldn't it be that Ben Shao occupies your territory? Forget it, look at the way you want to do it, Ben Shao will fulfill you, and let Ben Shao take a look at the ability of the Sword Immortal, I heard that the Liuyun Sword Sect is the Sword Sect with a long inheritance in the immortal world, I hope not to disappoint Ben Shao. ”

"No, it will, order, pavilion, down, loss, hope, of. ”

"Come on. ”

The drinking young man held the wine jug in one hand and raised it with the other, and the purple-gold blood flame in the palm of his raised right hand rolled and swirled, and then a purple-gold long sword appeared.

"Let's see if you're qualified to let Ben Shao use the Xuangu Sword first. Although the white envoy of the Liuyun Sword Sect in Luoyang has not heard of your name, I hope that you can remember the name of this Shao in the future, but at this time you are not qualified to know the name of this Shao. ”

Seeing the drinking young man holding a wine jug in one hand and a sword in the other, the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect Bai made Luoyang not only not more angry, but extremely calm, and the long sword in his hand was also quiet at this time.

I saw that he grabbed the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the crystal white long sword, and at the same time as the crystal white long sword was drawn, there was a storm within a thousand zhang radius.

The crystal white long sword had not yet completely drawn its scabbard, but in the next moment, Luoyang disappeared in front of the eyes of the drinking youth.

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There was a crisp sword roar, the sound of steel and the sound of the impact was like the crisp sound of wind chimes.

A sharp sense of wind and clouds was born from heaven and earth by the sword in Luoyang's hand, and sharply slashed through the purple and gold color of the long sword, only to see that the purple gold color of the long sword was like a sharp blade cutting on the raw flesh, and the purple gold long sword that was cut cut was spewing out the purple gold color of blood inflammation, forming a light curtain to block the meaning of the wind and cloud outside the body of the drinking youth.

Although there is a light curtain, the meaning of the wind and clouds still blows the light curtain to the side, and it seems that it is about to collapse.

The drinking young man saw this sword raise his eyebrows, and the purple gold long sword turned into a light curtain, and a simple black long sword appeared in his hand, and the hilt and blade of this sword were only inlaid with a three-color gem.

"You are qualified to let Ben Shao really play the sword, Ben Shao Pang Jiu, remember. ”

"Destroy the immortals and kill the gods, withering glory. ”

The young man who drank turned out to be Pang Jiu, who came to the fairy world with Luo, only to see him draw a circle with the Xuangu Sword in his hand in front of him. Countless sword shadows appeared in the circle, these sword shadows were virtual and real, fast and slow, vigorous and lifeless, and in an instant, the prosperous world turned into devastation, and in the blink of an eye, the desert turned into a prosperous tribe. (To be continued.) )

PS: Too busy and no more energy codeword, I'm really sorry for making book friends wait so long.