"Songxi Sword" Zhou Yang saw Lu Sanniang step forward angrily, and naturally did not want to taste the edge of the "Heaven Splitting Sword Codex", if he really started to do it, the power of "Nanming Lihuo" was not something that his own family could compete, that is, even the old demon of Black Mountain, the thousand-year-old spider spirit of Baimang Mountain, and the thousand-year-old ghost Jiuyou Niangniang of the Nine Secluded Streams, were unwilling to fight with their life and death, and now among the "Five Immortals", no one can match this Lu Sanniang. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, if it is easy to be relieved, wouldn't it make the Emei Immortal Gate bigger, and the five immortal gates will be ruled by Lu Sanniang, a woman who only knows the sword, this chaotic pattern, when will the flag die down, the demons and monsters in this world, when can they be all exterminated, and the innocent people of Li will be able to show their joy again!

Therefore, it is bound to not be able to give in easily, this is no longer a matter of children's personal feelings, so even if Bao Wenzheng does not die, he needs to break the Daoji, for the longevity of the world, and he can't let the Emei Immortal Gate add wings to the tiger!

Zhou Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly, pretending to be misunderstood and helpless, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Lu, our five great immortal sects have the same qi and branches, and we have always taken it as our responsibility to kill demons and protect the common people in the world, so how can we use swords and soldiers for no reason!"

sighed, his face was gloomy and lonely, looking at the misty floating clouds, indescribably gloomy, and said in a low voice: "Today, this young man has never worshiped Emei Xianmen, so he has comprehended a little bit of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect", but he is just brilliant, after worshipping Emei Xianmen in the future, he will have the afterglow of the five immortal gates and branches, and the master of Qingcheng Xianmen will naturally be relieved!"

Wednesday Yang's expression was full, and he said with righteousness and awe: "My five immortal sects are all self-cherished, if you can get rid of the view of the portal and gather the strengths of each family's Taoism, you can fight against Baimang Mountain and Jiuyoujian Mountain!"

"Today, I will take the lead in Qingcheng Xianmen!"

This high-sounding words, from the mouth of Zhou Sanyang, is a little convincing, this Qingcheng Xianmen's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" is a very mysterious sword trick, the changes can be described as unpredictable, and the power is also amazing, if you don't have the sword intent, it is rare to practice, even this Wednesday Yang is just a glimpse of the door, and he is not afraid of others to observe, if he is not sincere, he can't explore the reality with this complicated change!

Secondly, the bad habit of the five immortal sects to cherish themselves has been around for a long time, if you can really get rid of the view of the portal, and attack the jade with the stones of other mountains, although it is the leakage of the classics of the master's door, but it is to cast it into the peach, repay it with Li, and the opportunity to ascend in the future will be a few points greater.

The gains and losses in this can be compared with the blessings and disasters of the world!

Lu Sanniang restrained her anger when she heard this, admiration appeared on her cheeks, and she said apologetically: "It's the little sister who is rude, don't blame Brother Zhou!"

After saying that, he turned his steps lightly and retreated, handed over the Qingping Sword to Bao Wenzheng with a smile, and waited with a short distance to see if this Wednesday Yang's words were true, and they were in the same vein of sword cultivation, but they couldn't be fooled!

Bao Wenzheng secretly smiled bitterly, this Lu Sanniang is straightforward, such high-sounding words that pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, can fool him over, but the situation is stronger than people, but he also had to step forward with a sword, still respectfully clasping his fists and saluting, a gentle scholar, and said: "Please teach the immortal master!"

Wednesday Yang was originally a handsome son, and he walked forward at this moment, but said with a smile: "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect" has changed a lot, and the young man should take a good look at it carefully, don't make this seat in vain!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his sword finger and made a gesture, and the "Songxi Ancient Sword" behind it came out of its sheath, and turned into a piece of sword light in the air, and in an instant, it was divided into endless sword blades, which were connected and intertwined from end to end, and the cold light appeared infinitely mysterious, like a peacock opening the screen.

Qingcheng Xianmen's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" is said to be a sword technique, but it is more appropriate to call it a sword array, with the sword cultivation in the "light scattering" technique, one person and one sword can lay down the sword array, the change is poor, the power is great, it is the famous supreme sword code.

Wednesday Yang and the sun and the sword light stood with his hands in his hands, in the halo of mutual reflection, the clothes with the wind and "fluttering", although it was the supreme sword code, but it was still light and light, showing the handsome posture of the rich god.

The sword array and the floating air slowly circulated, the cold light of the sword shadow slender and recognizable, along the unique direction arrangement, as if there is infinite mystery contained in it, although the sword array has not come, but that is like Mount Tai pressing the top of the general momentum, but it is extremely palpitating.

"Shaoxia, be careful!" Zhou Yang was still smiling, with a masterful demeanor of pointing out the younger generation, and in the sword array evolved by the "Songxi Sword", a "waterfall" formed by the confluence of sword light shrouded Bao Wenzheng unhurriedly.

That sword light waterfall has more than a square circle, like a silver dragon with Mount Tai to the top, the trembling sword chant is like a cicada, Rao is Bao Wenzheng has the Qingping sword in his hand, and he does not dare to touch the edge, but the sword light waterfall is coming slowly, enveloping this square inch of space, and there is no way to retreat.

The mantis arm is a car, although it is known that it will be difficult to stop, but with Lu Sanniang of Emei Xianmen on the side, Sanyang has already said something this week, but he deliberately pointed out with good intentions, so Bao Wenzheng can't bow down to the minister.

Since this "sword carrying love" is respected by all the immortal masters, there must be merit, and in the past, he also killed the evil ghost in Laiyang Town, and the power drawn out is almost the Tao, so the only way to do it is to take a risk.

The bits and pieces on the jade maiden boat in the Surabaya Basin came to mind, and the smile of the palace lord of the Moon Palace seemed to linger in front of him, Bao Wen smiled sadly on his cheeks, his body flew backwards like a kite pulling a string, but the Qingping sword in his hand was a stroke......

This Yingying stroke is not any trick in the "Seven Styles of the Flower God", but it is easy to come when you are discouraged, just because the "Seven Styles of the Flower God" created by the Lord of the Moon Palace for many years seems to have become a cage, and it is difficult to fit with your own state of mind, but it is not as good as this random stroke, and it is more freehand.

"The falling flowers are independent, and the swifts are flying. ”

Qingping's sword was brilliant in an instant, and the sword spirit that had been temporarily suppressed had been revived, and the sword qi that had been swallowed up had been quietly replaced by the sword light, and the purple and cyan sword light splashed out, turning into a little starlight, like a psychedelic hazy drizzle.

Although Sanyang was not afraid, his heart was moved with a more murderous intent, he knew that this young man was a peerless genius, and he had not yet entered the Emei Immortal Gate to practice Taoism, and he could comprehend the supreme sword path of "carrying love with a sword" in the world, and now he is the sword spirit that can hook the Qingping Sword in person, if it is more than ten years later, this Emei Immortal Gate has Lu Sanniang and Bao Wenzheng, and he will definitely stand up to the Five Immortal Gate, and he will definitely not be left behind!

With a flick of Wednesday Yang's sleeves, his body rose against the wind, floating under the sword waterfall, pinching the sword finger, and causing the silver dragon sword light to turn into a continuous silk net, which actually eliminated the sharp sword intent of this Qingping sword, and it was still a defensive trend of pointing at the younger generations and mercilessly guarding his subordinates.

The chill on Lu Sanniang's cheeks turned slightly, and the "Heaven Splitting Sword Classic" exercise, which was ready to go, echoed with the Qingping sword from afar, and it also became only a broken thread, and then quietly watched the next moment of changes in "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect".

At this moment, Lu Sanniang's attention to Bao Wenzheng has reached an unstoppable level with the awakening of the sword spirit, and the talents and beautiful jade in this world are rare, and there are only a handful of people who can comprehend "Love with a Sword", and it is even more rare that he is chivalrous and courageous, which is very consistent with Lu Sanniang's conduct, so he categorically does not allow others to damage his Dao foundation.

The Yuankong Zen Master of Songshan Xianmen lightly proclaimed the Buddha's number, the golden robe wound was inlaid with jewels and jade, and the light of the sword lingered under the light of the Buddha, and the sound of Zen chanting reverberated faintly, the nine ring scars were slender and recognizable, and the treasure was more solemn.

Master Huijing of Hengshan Xianmen was too dusty in his arms, his clothes and clothes were swaying in the breeze, and his face was slightly solemn, staring at the endless changes of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect", silent.

Liu Qingfeng of Hengshan Xianmen is wearing a Confucian robe, his appearance is already clear, at this moment he strokes his beard, a light and light appearance, just like a master outside the world, smiling at the "Songxi Sword" Wednesday Yang pointed out the Taoism of the younger generations, and there is a pleasant and comfortable wind.

Wednesday Yang is an outstanding person of Qingcheng Xianmen, and he is also one of the "Five Immortals", how can he not know this Lu Sanniang's vigilance, so he did not reveal a trace of killing intent, and then the sword light silver dragon of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" was retracted, and then this sword array spread out instantly, condensed from all directions, and the sound of the sword chant trembled like a cicada in the middle of summer.

Zhou Sanyang's high-sounding words, how can he deceive the lonely and cold Lu Sanniang, how can he deceive the thoughtful Bao Wenzheng, this killing intent that has not come for a long time has made Bao Wenzheng even more jealous in his heart, so when the sword formation of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" changed, like thousands of sharp arrows ready to go, he knew that Zhou Sanyang's acting had stopped, and it was a matter of life and death!

Bao Wenzheng is alone, stopped on this Huangluan Mountain, the loneliness and loneliness in his heart arise spontaneously, but no one can pour out the sour feelings in his heart all over the world, since he was born with this world, he has been studying hard for ten years in order to get the fame of that Xiucai, and he has been practicing "Ming Yu Gong" and "Seven Styles of the Flower God" day and night, just to be able to complete the task of the system, return to the Flower Shifting Palace as soon as possible, and see the Lord of the Moon Palace and the Lord of the Mercy Star Palace who have been women.

It's just that the task of "demon wives and ghost concubines" in this world is as difficult as ascending to the sky, with the body of a mortal, walking the rivers and lakes to kill corrupt officials, eliminating bullies, and enemies of the imperial court.

On the Huangluan Mountain in the blue sky and white sun, between the sudden movement of the Qingping sword, and the sword array of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect", a round of the waning moon formed by the condensation of cyan sword light rose faintly, and Bao Wen was holding the Qingping sword with a decisive intention on his face, like a moth to a fire, and fell towards the three suns.

A gloomy farewell and lovesick affection, and when the Qingping sword fell, it clearly came into the eyes of the "five immortals" present, and I knew where this Bao Wenzheng had just comprehended "carrying love with a sword", and it was clear that it had reached the realm of "mastery"!

If you don't die today, Wednesday Yang, Qingcheng Xianmen, let's come to the future!