Liu Xu stepped forward, entered a decent shop, and exchanged the silk white robe on his body for a common cloth robe.

The cloth was very plain, and the twine was coarsely spun, but it was also suitable.

But when worn on the body, it is dark and dull, and it is the color of earthy gray.

And because of the roughness, a lot of the threads are clearly visible.

Liu Xu was quite satisfied, Shi Ran mentioned Mo Feng, and since then his surname has been Mei Qinghan.

He immediately returned to the restaurant, unintentionally disturbed, until noon, Xing Ye woke up.

The two men ate some food and rode north.

Traveled all the way, until the afternoon, before arriving at the Flowing Fire City.

Once there, Liu Xu was familiar with the road, and the two got off the horse and entered the town.

A long street is bustling, although it is not market time, but there are about people in the shops in the street.

Under the tree on the street, there is a tea shed, all the way to the road, but also thirsty.

Liu Xu and the two sat down and drank a few cups of tea each.

There are many people drinking tea and enjoying the shade under the tree, and they are talking about something.

It is a ceremony of the Liuvolcano Village, a three-day banquet, the new successor of the sword king sect, and the heroes are widely spread, including the heroes of the world.

On the rivers and lakes, those who have names and surnames are proud to receive this sticker.

Therefore, all the way, one after another, many people in the rivers and lakes are rushing westward one by one.

Liu Xu put the tea in the cup, casually asked a man, and said with a smile: "Is the succession held in the afternoon?"

The man next to him had a rough voice, but he was also a warm-hearted person, he glanced at Liu Xu and saw an ink sword on the table, so he said, "Little brother, is it possible that you also want to go to watch the ceremony?"

"The place where the two of us are going is the Sword King Sect. Liu Xu arched his hand.

The man looked at Xing Ye and saw a scholarly temperament, obviously unable to restrain the chicken, and looked at Liu Xu again, who was clearly a teenager.

Therefore, he immediately reminded: "I advise you two not to do it in vain!"

"Why?" Xing Ye asked.

"Why?!The Sword King Sect has sealed the mountain gate two days ago, and there is no hero post, but it wants to enter the Liuluo Volcano Village, isn't it boring to be self-deprecating?" the rough-voiced man asked rhetorically.

Liu Xu didn't pay attention to it anymore.

The next moment, the hand-held ink sword rose in response to the wind, and drank the water in the cup in one gulp.

Stepping westward, the momentum is incomparable.

Three miles away from the west of the town, there is a flowing volcano village.

Acting all the way, within half an hour, the two of them went to the bottom of the mountain gate.

The steps of the mountain are high and wide, and there is no hope to look up.

Sandwich the road between the two sides, and the mountain flowers reflect red.

The outside world enters the middle of summer early, but the nature and people in the mountains are different, and the four seasons are spring.

The mountain wind is not weak, blowing down from above, and the willow Xu is a first-order cloth robe, and the hunting sounds.

There are dozens of sect disciples guarding the mountain steps.

However, the mountain road was too wide and there were not enough people, so they had to patrol back and forth.

Xing Ye was stunned, and secretly said in his heart, he didn't expect that there were so many people.

But the next moment, Liu Xu moved and walked straight up the mountain.

"Eh, take out the hero post! yes, it's you!" said two people who were about to stop.

Liu Xu stopped, holding Mo Feng in his hand, with a plain face, and said, "I don't have a hero post." ”

The two saw that the cloth on Liu Xu's body was gray and yellow, like a thick needle of twine.

Therefore, Deng Shi impatiently said: "Heh! Hurry up and get out there!"

"But I have a dragon slaying sword in my hand!" Liu Xu said the second half of his sentence, a little late.

At the same moment, Mo Feng was unsheathed, and the sword roared into the dragon.

In an instant, the light and shadow swept by, killing their lives, and the blood on the necks of the two children spurted out, and they fell to the ground in response.

Liu Xu put away his sword and walked calmly.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this scene, the other children were immediately shocked.

reacted immediately, immediately drew his sword, and rushed to kill.

When people came to the front, they listened to Mo Feng out of the sheath, which was exciting.

Mo Feng slashed eight times in the wind, killing eight people, bloody in the wind.

Liu Xu looked up, his young appearance, stained with drops of blood.

He looked at the endless stone steps, climbing step by step.

Xing Ye followed behind, and his gaze at the back of the person changed for the first time.

Holding Mo Feng, stepping up the steps, the linen clothes are rough, responding to the mountain wind.

Liu Xu was not shocked, with the expression of a Jianghu person.

After a long time, the two stepped on the mountain gate.

A huge Nanmu temple door comes into view, and there are high sword characters above, and the edge is exposed.

It is the Sword King Sect.

Liu Xu was furious, and in an instant, he stepped on the ground, Mo Feng came out of the sheath, and a sword fell from the sky.

Wow!

There was an uproar.

The gilded plaque fell in response, fell to the ground with an uproar, and the residue was stacked like a hill.

The children guarding the door on both sides were furious and thunderous, and shouted with deafening anger, "Who are you?

"Mo Feng Sword, Mei Qinghan!"

When the words came out, the sword light had already risen, and the murderous aura filled the sky, like a blazing flame.

Dozens of people drew their swords at the same time, and immediately besieged and killed, but they were not as angry as Mo Feng's single hand.

Mo Feng fell, and blood rose.

One by one, the training swept by, and the heads of the people under the sword all rolled down.

At the broken neck, the blood sprayed thinly, and the mountain wind blew again, bloody wind and rain.

Liu Xu collected his sword, his linen clothes were dark yellow, and he rose and fell in the wind.

Step into the courtyard and enter the Sword King Sect.

The sect is wide, all under your feet.

The realm of the eye, seven miles of peach blossoms. This time is scorching, scorching.

Unlike the last time, this time, Liu Xu stepped forward and was above board.

A sword slashed down the plaque, the shock was not small, and there were support children, swarming in.

In response to the fireworks-like peach blossom rain, Liu Xu drew the ink front three times and killed the sky.

The blood light immediately rose in all directions, step by step, step by step blood rain.

Liu Xu advanced inch by inch, and the fallen people were all killed and injured, and they were spread on the ground, countless of them.

The whistle has risen, and the great enemy of the Sword King Sect has encountered. The children of the Seven Mile Guardian Palace, all of them appeared.

But Liu Xu, only one person, one sword, is not afraid in the world.

His figure is like lightning, killing anger and courage, cold-blooded like a demon.

Step by step, cut out a bloody path, and thousands of people are not as brave as Mo Feng.

There are too many people who have died, and they are really going to be frightened.

The disciples of the Sword King Sect whistled again, reported twice, and retreated with their swords.

Liu Xu collected his sword, and killed the seven-mile peach forest.

The flowers swirl and dance, falling in the air, and the mountains and rivers in the world are not as good as the color of a peach blossom.

But no matter how beautiful the peach blossoms are, they can't compare to the shocking blood flowers.

Every step Liu Xu took left a footprint, made of blood and water.

Countless people, looking at this delicate man, felt like a demon.

Because he traveled seven miles, the next moment, to the Great Tablet Pavilion.

A huge monument appears in front of you.

It is too tall and wide, and the monument of the imperial city is less than one-third.

This time, unlike the last time, you need to hide.

Liu Xu drew the ink front four times, and immediately struck the dragon with his sword, killing four times.

The children of the stele guards obeyed the order and did not dare to retreat.

The bloody battle is about to break out, and it is in full swing.

Liu Xu's ink sword was bloody, the mountains and rivers cracked in anger, and the big stele pavilion shook.

Mai responds to the wind, a sword rises, singing and crying, a sword slashes, extremely fierce.

It is the man who holds the sword, and the life under the sword. Liu Xu kills people and is not afraid of God's punishment.

This coarse garment is proof of this!

He is not afraid of the sky, he is not afraid of the earth, he is bloody, and he is willing to have a beginning and an end.

If you die here today, it is the fate of the time, not the sky.

If he doesn't die, he will tell the people of the world that there is no need to be afraid, this Ming still has a system, this rivers and lakes still have a way, and there are still people in this world.

The next moment, another horizontal sword was slashed out, and the sword aura was like frost, domineering.

The people under the sword were immediately annihilated, and their vitality was gone.

At the same time, Liu Xu put away his sword and looked up at the sky.

The void suddenly stepped on a person.

"It's finally here!" Liu Xu smiled on his lips, holding the murderous Mo Feng, which was particularly evil.

In an instant, someone came to the ground, dressed in white, holding a sword in one hand.

He has good facial features, is quite handsome, smiles loosely, and leads the way.

There is no doubt that it is in white clothes!

"Friend, we meet again. "Humane in white.

"It's good for me to say this!"

In reply, Liu Xu made a move.

Mo Feng was decisive and went straight to the kill.

The person under the sword did not panic, stepped lightly, his body was like a wild goose, dodging at the same time, and stabbing with a sword.

Liu Xu's sword style changed, and with a movement of his wrist, another sword came out.

Bite!

The two swords collided, and each immediately struck again.

Liu Xu Mofeng is in his hand, and the sword is ruthless.

is also a martial king, at the beginning of the battle of Huai'an Bridge, he was not an opponent with a finger against a sword, but now Mo Feng is drinking blood, and the four swords are down, and he has the upper hand.

The man in white was furious and decided not to delay.

Holding a sword in one hand, chic, with an angry groan, the white-clothed Qingxiang showed his famous skills.

This sword, the fourth level of change, facing Liu Xu, he went straight out of the Xeon style.

Because I'm afraid of losing!

The appearance is in the wind, thousands of swordsmanship, praise the world, and he is unwilling to be defeated.

"Galaxy Kill"

There was a loud shout, and the sky was shocked with anger and thunder.

He raised his sword in his hand and came with endless killing.

In an instant, a large amount of true yuan around his body was running, accompanied by endless terrifying thunder, and the white-clothed Qing Xiang slashed down with a sword.

It was like a gust of wind blowing, and it was like a ripple splitting it.

But the wind is the wind of the galaxy, and the ripples are the killing power.

In the next moment, the wind led the general trend of heaven and earth, ripples shook the inexplicable power, and a white sword river was formed.

Above the Sword River, the true yuan roared, and the hurricane suddenly rose.

A fierce and extremely earth-shattering training, as strong as Jiuchuan Waterfall, charged straight with an invincible attitude.

Liu Xu's gaze changed suddenly.

In the next moment, there was a burst of applause, and he fought to the death.

The reason why he died was because he was sorry to consume the true yuan.

"Flying Dragon Teng Jiuchuan"

One word, one step.

Seven unique shadow steps, peerless operation.

Liu Xu moved, his toes were lightly tapped, and the true yuan was infused under his feet.

In the next moment, the wind stirred, and endless thunder boiled in the sky covered by the True Yuan Sword River.

If he does not take off, he will be dying under the sword.

Liu Xu's gaze became more and more inhibited, he only looked at the sword river, only looked at the flying and chopping horses, motionless.

Only the toes are lightly raised, and only the hind feet are slightly paused, only this body.

Until a moment, the wind of heaven and earth rose strongly, and the endless hurricane swept away.

Liu Xu moves.

Straight figure, gradient blurred, gradient blurred, gradient illusion.

The white-clothed Qingxiang didn't believe his eyes, and the thousands of Sword King Sect's disciples didn't believe in their eyes.

Because in their eyes, Liu Xu leaned against the sword and ran to the sky.

This scene will definitely disappear.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

When the domineering galaxy swordsmanship, after splitting the light and shadow, it was like a bubble, and Liu Xu was shattered.

But to my surprise, it was not the real body.

Where is the real body?

Everyone is stunned!

The next moment, the real body appeared, stepping on the breeze, in the sky.

At the same time, Mo Feng appeared in a killing style, pointing directly at the man in white.

This sword, but it is an ordinary style.

But it must be the most unavoidable sword in the world.

Because it's so close.

Mo Feng is fierce, absolutely extreme, a sword strikes the heart, and there is no way to dodge.

The person under the sword suddenly howled, and he sacrificed all the swords with his True Yuan, and could only watch the ink light approach weakly and desperately.

That light was too cold.

It's so cold that the Martial King howls!

Poof!

With a pop, almost without warning, and almost after waiting for a thousand years, Mo Feng arrived, and he was in the middle of Bai Yiqing's heart.

He looked down at Mo Feng inserting inch by inch, and his body disappeared.

"I said, or I said it's appropriate!" a sword was drawn, and Liu Xu said.

The person under the sword immediately fell to the ground, and blood spurted from his heart.

In the high sky, Liu Xu turned around and faced the big stele pavilion.

The next moment, a sword was raised, endless wind and thunder were rampant, and the sword qi was like frost and rainbow.

Angrily splitting down, the entire stream volcano village shook.

Wow!

Mo Feng struck, and the heavens and the earth went against the trend.

The big stele pavilion is stressed, and it can't be held for a moment.

Therefore, there was a roar of the mountain, and the huge Optimus Tablet Pavilion fell in response, and the incomparable cold air under the sword instantly swept the heavens and the earth.

That kind of force is like destroying the world!

Everyone couldn't help but shudder.

At the same time, Liu Xu collected the ink and wrote a long poem.

Yes, a sword frost cold fourteen states, King Wu should pour out his sorrow when he sees me!