The city is silent.

The mighty army and horses at the north gate of Luoyang made way for the red-clothed woman sword immortal, and the yellow sand under the high-hanging bronze gate gradually covered the red-clothed figure.

She walked barefoot, her face unhurried.

Stepping into Luoyang City——

The roof of the North Gate Tower suddenly smashed into a grand drum beat!

The drummer who collapsed to the ground stared blankly, watching the pure white sword qi tumbling wantonly on the drum surface, like a dragon and a phoenix, and then smashed down like a giant hammer, unstoppable!

The high dragon roars and the phoenix roars!

The sword qi shook Kunlun, and the sword qi circled the drum for three weeks, and then smashed down without fear, breaking the drum surface and the entire big drum, and blasting half of the north gate of Luoyang by the way.

The sword smashed through the drum, and the red clothes flew butterflies.

The red clothes walked in Luoyang City expressionlessly, the red robe continued to roll like a wave, and the slender white barefoot stepped on the bluestone street, looking ahead, the surrounding Luoyang City was empty, and the streets and alleys were quiet.

It's a pity that Luoyang was only quiet for a second.

Then half of the city tower that was slashed by the sword qi smashed behind the red cloth, like a land sinking, the boulder splashed everywhere, accompanied by the cathartic sword qi and the high-pitched dragon roar, the wooden houses on both sides of the red clothes collapsed instantly, all the landscape was blurred in an instant, and it exploded suddenly.

Straight to the street of the hook rail. Big red hexagonal attic.

......

......

On the top of the Tianshu Building, Wang Xuezhai, a black-clothed disciple of the Hidden Valley, had a solemn face, standing with the voice of the Great Sage, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the red-clothed figure that was gradually approaching in Luoyang City.

Luoyang City was swept away by a strange force, a long corridor was cleared on both sides, and the red-clothed figure gradually became clear in the yellow sand.

The little monk of bluestone had a complicated complexion, sensing the red-clothed woman who was carrying the sword box and the sword intent in her eyebrows, in the Bodhisattva's pupils, although the red clothes were full of sword intent, but the body was more dead than alive, and a life was only between the twilight.

Yi Xiao, who was carrying the lotus phase, could also see the luck in the body of the red-clothed child Bottle Yunqi, the red and purple color overflowed, circulating on the surface of the sword box, and the dark color representing death was deep in the heart, and it had already diffused.

"Here she is. Wei Lingshan said softly: "The breath is very strong, but ...... Why is that?"

Why is this the case?

The dead qi in the body is getting heavier and heavier, and it can't be covered up, and it is getting heavier and heavier.

Wei Lingshan couldn't figure it out, and the little monk Qingshi couldn't figure it out either.

So Wang Xuezhai, a disciple of the Hidden Valley, couldn't figure it out.

Yi Xiao figured it out, but he couldn't figure it out, why this red-clothed went to Bingmu Lake, won the life-and-death battle with the rain devil, and won the deceit with the purple-robed great master, and finally went south to Luoyang......

But he has run out of luck and become a dying man?

......

......

A figure swept over the head of Luoyang City.

The man of the Zhong family in a red Tang costume carried the little marquis of the Duan family, climbed to the head of Luoyang City with an expressionless face, and looked at the red figure in the city that was advancing towards Tianshu Tower without slowness.

He didn't want to stop the red.

He just wanted to see what would happen next?

The red clothes of the Mu family, who personally took out the sword to open the world, carried one of the eight heavenly phases, the shark fox phase, the more seriously injured and dying this fierce heavenly phase was, the more the combat power doubled and enhanced, so she was not in a hurry or in a hurry, but she just carried the sword box forward, and her whole body was round and happy, and her complexion and breath were as plain as water, as calm as a big lake.

And her hand was already on the sword box behind her back.

That sword is ready to strike.

Zhong Yusheng wanted to see this sword unsheathed.

He wanted to see this sword unsheathed, to be precise, not just the person out of the sheath, not just the sword out of the sheath.

It is a complete process of unsheathing.

This includes the man who unsheathed it, and the sword that he takes.

What the man of the Zhong family wants to see more is whether that person can catch this sword.

......

......

With a "poof", Zhong Yusheng let go of his hand, and the black-robed Duan Wuyin fell to the head of Luoyang City, with a burst of pain in his mind, he opened his eyes with a dry mouth, and touched the dried blood on his face.

He looked at the man in a red Tang suit standing beside him with a slight bewilderment.

"Aren't you curious......

"Why did I get promoted to Grandmaster in Luoyang, but I didn't dare to kill and remove the Eight Masters here?"

Duan Wuyin narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice was hoarse, and the irritability after the opening of the devouring phase gradually left, and he seemed to have become the indifferent little marquis of the Northern Wei Dynasty again, and hummed softly.

The man of the Zhong family asked softly, "Can you stop me with just one reincarnated bodhisattva?"

Duan Wuyin shook his head.

No matter how evil you are, as long as you have never crossed this realm, there will be an insurmountable moat after all.

Three thousand years in the history books, the waves are exhausted, and the demons are innumerable, but no one can do the cross-border war grandmaster, even the demon monk Xu Xian Buddha, who was known as the invincible opponent of the nine products eight hundred years ago, held the two strongest domain intentions, and at the peak of the nine products, he also publicly admitted that there was a cloud and mud separation from that step.

Therefore, whether it is Wang Xuezhai, the eldest disciple of Yingu, or the little monk of Qingshi who only has one-sixth of his reincarnated soul, or any of the nine products of the talented demon in the world, they can't stop the man of the Zhong family.

"Before I took that step, I also had murderous intentions. ”

The man of the Zhong family smiled, his face complicated: "If I am not in a hurry to take that step, the people in Luoyang City today may have one more person." ”

Duan Wuyin was a little confused.

The man of the Zhong family said calmly: "You open the Devouring Phase." ”

Hearing this, the black-robed little marquis slowly raised a finger and pressed it on the center of his eyebrows, which had been cut open by Xiao Buyi, and a sore pain swept from the center of his eyebrows, straight through his heart and lungs.

The celestial phase in the center of the eyebrows began to frantically devour all the resources around it.

Duan Wuyin's face suddenly turned ruddy, and then his throat was sweet.

Swallowed the bloodbite down his throat.

The little marquis of the Northern Wei Dynasty leaned on the head of Luoyang City in a daze, and looked at Luoyang City with a blank look.

His throat has the sweetness and sourness of the blood of his heart and lungs, which is more of a sour meaning.

The finger pressed on the center of the eyebrows was slowly put down, and the little Hou Ye looked at his index finger and middle finger in a daze, where the center of the eyebrows was pressed, so there was a drop of viscous blood.

The bright red color was dripping, and above the blood, there was an extremely fine snowflake that could not be detected by the naked eye, swirling on the hot blood.

Invisible snowflakes.

A chill hit the bone.

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Yusheng tremblingly.

The man of the Zhong family smiled: "See?"

Duan Wuyin snorted bitterly.

"I'm curious, why does she dare to use this sword?"

Zhong Yusheng muttered: "I can't figure it out, so I will keep thinking about it, but after I find that I can't figure it out anyway, I can only be curious." ”

"Why did she dare to hand over this sword?"

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......

The roof of the Sky Crisp Building.

The master of the Fengxian Palace looked at the red-clothed woman who came with a sword at the head of Luoyang City.

Wang Xuezhai also looked at the red-clothed figure.

All eyes were fixed on that one person.

The cultivator's eyes can discern the subtleties, so he can perceive the subtleties, and through the bursts of yellow sand that came from outside Luoyang City, he can not only see the appearance of the red figure, but also see the ubiquitous dead qi all over her body.

Wang Xuezhai was silent.

Since the ghost gate was closed, he was born at the master's behest, that is, he is ready to kill all the way, and prove the Tao with battle, if there is no accident, he will be invincible in the world after entering the realm of the grandmaster.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.

The battle between Li Changge and Li Changge before inviting Beiguan can be regarded as having a beginning and no end.

Before and after entering Luoyang, Wang Xuezhai, who had made up his mind to fight with Qi Liang's reincarnated Bodhisattva, before entering Luoyang in red clothes, a murderous heart had slowly gathered momentum to the peak in the waves.

And this red coat with a sword box on his back happened to enter the city, which undoubtedly poured cold water on his heart.

Master once said to himself that in the future, who are the demons who are destined to dazzle in this world?

Wang Xuezhai remembered it all in his heart.

But this time in red, she is carrying a sword box, not the sword in the north, not the Vermilion Bird in the west, not the Dao fetus in the south, and not the reincarnated Bodhisattva in the Central Plains...... Where did she come from?

Where did such a person come from?

Wang Xuezhai couldn't understand the reason why this red-clothed person was not in the ranks of this group of people.

After staring at it for a long time, I finally figured it out.

He muttered, "It turns out that it was a dying man......"

This Hidden Valley disciple frowned, and continued: "The aura is very weak, only the ninth rank ......"

He took it seriously, and took out the Great Sage's relics for the first time after entering Luoyang, and the cultivation of the hidden valley pays attention to the heart like stopping water.

The heart is like stopping water, and the sky is not shocked.

Wang Xuezhai listened to the footsteps in the yellow sand, and muttered to himself: "The breath is getting weaker and weaker, and now there is only the ninth rank of the first ......."

Is it an injury in her body?

Wrong...... There was not the slightest injury in her body, and between her five internal organs, except for that ball of dead qi, she had an almost flawless cultivation physique, without a trace of immaculate and flawed.

Why did her cultivation keep falling?

Is it because of the sword?

The sword hidden in the sword box was constantly devouring her cultivation?

What kind of sword is that, and when will it be unsheathed?

At last...... To whom do you sheath it?

Countless questions, chaotic along the mind, finally solved.

Wang Xuezhai, who carefully comprehended the surrounding environment, suddenly raised his head.

The fingers brushing on the strings of the Great Sage's relics trembled uncontrollably, plucking around.

A string snapped.

Broken strings.

The five fingers pressed the piano, and the sound of the Great Sage's last sound stopped in the summer.

Wang Xuezhai pursed his lips, and the fluctuations of Yuan Force began to be disordered.

The red-clothed man stood still, the sword box behind him roared, the dragon roared and the phoenix groaned, and countless sword qi surged between heaven and earth.

Point to the void.

For he saw the man, the man pointed by the blade.

So he figured it out.

He finally figured it out.

So he began to admire the woman in red who carried the sword box, and even felt awe.

The yellow sand dispersed, and the red cloth with the finger pressed against the back of the sword case showed its outline.

Peerless.

Wang Xuezhai knew that this sword was a sword of a dying person.

A sword of a dying person, the sword is life and death, and so is the sheath.

And this sword, if she can really hand it out, if she really has the courage to hand it out, no matter what the outcome is, it is enough to justify herself.