The gray-robed man's eyes changed, and he quietly looked at the blade of the sword, and his thin right hand stretched out from between his sleeves and grabbed the tip of the sword.

The maple forest howled sadly, and the blood-red shadows in the sky flew endlessly.

Feng Lin was shocked by the power of this sword, and they all turned into dust, and the fiery red maple shadow flew in the air, covering the figures of the two. After a while, the red shadow in the sky gradually thinned out, and I saw that the maple forest of more than 20 zhang was destroyed by the power of Chonglou's sword, and the red powder in the sky covered the ground, like a blood-colored stream, soaking the land.

The gray-robed man had a bow on his back, his chest had become wet, and blood gushed out like a tide that had opened the floodgates, and the figure of the man was infinitely old under the backdrop of the red shadow, coughing a few times in a low voice, and sighed: "If it was ten years ago, Mo would never have been injured under this sword......

Xiao Ling's eyes changed, and he unconsciously lost his voice and said: "Are you the head of Shushan, aren't you drunk?!"

The man smiled slightly bitterly: "Yes, the old man is the head of Shushan, so he is not drunk." He slowly stretched out his hand and took off the cloak on his head, only to see two white sword eyebrows jumping out, and his eyes seemed to be two swords, two swords of the Nine Heavens Gods, two swords that could shroud and absorb the clouds and mist between heaven and earth.

He looked at Chonglou silently, as if he wanted to see him through, and said lightly: "Sword God Chonglou will worship under the Empress Wu." Chonglou's face was pale, his whole body strength was almost exhausted, and he relied on the "Jade Dragon Sword" to support his body, and said coldly when he heard this: "What's the matter with you?" Mo Bu frowned, no one dared to talk to him like this for many years, his eyebrows shrugged slightly, and he said indifferently: "What about your master?"

Chonglou looked at his hand, groaned, and said slowly: "Your sword, in your hand, the invisible sword qi of Shushan is really good." Mo Bu was drunk and silent.

Chonglou's pale cheeks twitched, he pulled out the "Jade Dragon Sword", and said proudly: "Out of the sword!" Mo Bu looked at him drunkly, a mocking smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently: "You are already injured, you don't need to use the sword again." ”

Chonglou looked at him, he saw the ridicule in his drunken eyes, this was the most unbearable thing for him, in an instant, he only felt that his whole body seemed to fall into a fire cave, burning himself, he was proud, because he had the capital to be proud, he enjoyed a long reputation, he was invincible in a hundred battles, all by his sword, the jade dragon sword has become a part of his life, and now someone despises his sword, that is, he made a mistake, since he is wrong, then he must pay the price!

The jade dragon sword pointed straight at the sky, Chonglou raised the jade dragon sword above his head, and said proudly: "Then take the sword!"

Mo Budrunk looked at him with a smile, and said leisurely: "Then come!" He didn't believe the facts, because Chonglou had only made a sword, and he had obviously consumed all his strength, so what else could he rely on to make a sword?

However, he was wrong!

Chonglou roared, and the sword light penetrated down, like a white lightning burst out, and the strong wind burst out from his sword blade, and thousands of electric lights roared and swallowed, almost wanting to tear Mo Budrunk's skin. Mo Budrunk's eyes changed, and a strange surprise burst out between his eyes, and suddenly his right hand quickly buckled his shoulder, and a golden light spit out, catching up with the "Jade Dragon Sword".

The wind raged in all directions, stirring up the red maple leaves around the sky, everyone couldn't stand the oppressive force, and hid in the distance, watching here, Xiao Ling did not dodge, standing alone in the wind, letting the red mist sweep up his clothes, his eyes were fanatical and excited, one was a sword god who became famous as a teenager, and the other was the head of Shushan who had been famous for several years, no matter which one it was, he was the first master of the people, and he was looking forward to a battle between the two!

The invisible sword qi of Shushan is nothing, the jade dragon sword condenses into a sword, and there is no limit to the distance between the two, and the brilliance of the sky is deprived by these two sword qi.

Suddenly, the invisible sword qi of Mo Bu was darkened, and it was suppressed by the sword qi of Chonglou, and the thousands of lights between heaven and earth did not shine with the brilliance of Chonglou's sword. Suddenly, the light suddenly shrank into a chestnut, a shudder in the sea! The light shrank and burst out from his shoulder.

Chonglou's complexion instantly became like the color of the earth, the ominous color of the earth, the color of death!

He swung out his sword, and the residual internal force that protected his heart had been exhausted, and he supported himself by his will, and the purple of his eyes was already gray, like the purple of a tomb.

Mo Budrunk's left shoulder was pierced by his sword, he was silent for a long time, and sighed: "Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship......" He bowed his waist, the gray robe swayed slowly, and in the bitter laughter, he walked step by step towards the forest, and the red shadow in the sky gradually covered his figure, and the dust was like smoke, gradually filling the air.

Cheng Wu shouted: "Xiao Ling, don't stop him yet!" Xiao Ling turned his head, glanced at him, and smiled: "Why don't you be tolerant, the Shushan faction, after all, it is not easy to deal with." Cheng Wu was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement: "What Shushan faction?" Xiao Ling looked at Mo Budrunk's back, and said leisurely: "The Shushan faction is located in Shuzhong, and the relationship is extremely wide," he paused, and continued, "Including the Medical Immortal Valley." Cheng Wu was stunned, recalling the big battle that year, and suddenly felt cold behind him, and he stopped talking.

Chonglou breathed for a long time, withdrew the "Jade Dragon Sword", Bai Mang flashed between his fingers, he took a long breath, walked in front of Wu Zetian, slowly knelt down on one knee, and said indifferently: "Disturbed the holy car, Weichen should die." Wu Zetian shook his head slowly, and said lightly: "Let's go back and rest, everything today is over." In the stunned eyes of everyone, she led the palace maids out of the maple forest.

Chonglou groaned, slowly got up, walked out of the maple forest, and walked towards his bedroom.

When Chonglou stepped into his house, a faint fragrance had already come to his nose, like a breeze, and the cigarette touched his nose and touched it lightly on the tip of his nose.

At that moment, he almost indulged in the fragrance.

In a trance, he came back to his senses, only to see that his bedroom had been cleaned up, and a cyan incense burner was lying quietly on the table, and the faint fragrance emanated from it. A plain-clothed woman was leaning over to pack his futon, apparently not noticing Chonglou entering.

Chonglou frowned, walked to the table, took a sip of the teacup, two balls of blood red surged up on his pale cheeks, he put down the teacup, and said lightly: "Qianye Zhan, how did you get it?"

The woman was startled by him, turned around, Chonglou glanced at her, her face was like condensed fat, her palace bun and willow eyebrows, with a heroic and childish spirit, and said timidly: "Childe is back." Chonglou said indifferently: "Who are you?" The woman bit her lip slightly: "The emperor sent me." Chonglou knocked on the table with his hand and sneered: "I don't need a maid, you can go......" The woman was startled and snorted: "But...... But it was the Holy One who called me......"

She is very beautiful, but she seems to be extremely anxious when she speaks, Chonglou said coldly: "What is your name?" The palace maid said slowly: "Shangguan...... Wan'er ......"

Chonglou shook his head, put the celadon cup on the table, picked up the wine bag again, and drank the last sip of wine with a smile.

Early in the morning, Chonglou put on his clothes, got up and looked, and saw that Shangguan Wan'er had already prepared breakfast, waited beside him, saw him get up, and said softly: "Son, the meal has been prepared." ”

Chonglou looked at the meal, nodded indifferently, and grabbed a steamed bun casually, the steamed bun was very soft, just like the pure white snow-capped mountain he encountered when he was a child, he sighed, put the steamed bun down, and walked out of the door.

As soon as he walked out, he saw a group of people running around outside the door, listening to the voice, it seemed that he was looking for something, Chonglou had recovered after a night of recovery, and his internal breath had recovered eighty percent, standing at the door at the moment, and said coldly: "What are you doing?" The leader smiled awkwardly, got up and said: "Chief of the guard, we're looking for a palace maid, hehe, excuse me......"

Chonglou was extremely disgusted, and said lazily: "Get out!" The cold murderous aura slowly spread out from his finger sword, like the cold hell pool water, pulling the hearts of several people hard, and several people were terrified, "Yes! Yes!" A few screams and fled far away.

Chonglou pondered for a moment, and said indifferently: "What they are looking for, but you?" Behind him, Yiren's body trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "I...... I don't want to stay in the palace, I ......" Chonglou looked at her and said indifferently: "Then you stay, don't run around." He walked out of the room and walked towards the main hall.

As soon as he turned a corridor, he heard a person say leisurely: "The sun is scorching, why don't you stay for a while?" Chonglou's figure was stunned, and his purple eyes shot like lightning: "Xiao Ling?"

A gray robe slowly floated out of the corridor, Xiao Ling was like a fairy stepping on the clouds, and said with a smile: "Brother Chong, the sun is scorching, you can be interested in drinking for a while, Dongying Tea Ceremony, but it is famous all over the world." Chonglou looked at him coldly and said indifferently: "I'm not interested." ”

"So, Brother Chong is not interested?" Xiao Ling's mouth drew a shallow smile, but his eyes gradually condensed, and a fanatical force slowly erupted from the robe behind him, just like Mount Fuji thousands of miles away, as high as the heavenly court, like the top of the snow peak, in an instant, everything behind him seemed to have become a majestic mountain.

Chonglou snorted coldly, bursting out with a surging murderous aura, the two of them stood still, but the murderous aura swirled around the two of them, and the floor tiles under their feet were all cracked.

Chonglou roared, and the "Jade Dragon Sword" roared out, turning into tens of millions of angry electricity, carrying his endless murderous aura, pointing directly at Xiao Ling!

Xiao Ling quietly looked at his surging sword qi, and suddenly his hands were folded, and eighteen rays of light swept out from behind him, six flew into the air, six to the left, and six to the right, like a colorful phoenix sweeping the sky, flying rainbows, fluttering beside him.

Xiao Ling's confident cheeks suddenly changed slightly, and his eyes showed a hint of awe: "King Dawei Deming has come to the world, why don't you kneel down to greet him?"

The Great Mighty Deming King - Sanskrit name Yama Mandega, also known as the Flame Demon Venerable, has great power and virtue, can cut off all demonic obstacles, and subdue all poisonous dragons. Six arms, six heads and six legs. Guarding the West. The Great Mighty Ming King, transliterated as Yama Mandega, means to destroy the Yama, so he is nicknamed Yama Dharma, and the secret name is Vedic Vajra. It is also known as the Great Virtue Zun and the Six-legged Zun. It is one of the five great kings or one of the eight kings.

As soon as this king comes out, who will compete?

It's a pity that Chonglou didn't know this, so he sneered at the moment, and roared: "Meet the gods and kill the gods, meet the Buddhas and kill the Buddhas!" The voice suddenly became prosperous, and the fierce light tore through the air and went towards the light.

Xiao Ling's eyes were shocked, he opened his mouth and shouted angrily, the light condensed into a ball, turned into a flame, and kept burning, as if he wanted to burn this world to the ground. In an instant, Chonglou's pupils contracted.

In that fire, he slowly stretched out six arms, six faces, glaring angrily, for a moment, Chonglou almost had an illusion, feeling that the arm was actually grabbing him, but he had always been strong when he was strong, and he couldn't help but roar angrily in his mouth, and the sword light was even more violent, and he slashed towards the great Wei Deming King.

However, it is:

Dongying is downcast and drinks hateful water,

Twelve Stars Fall,

A ray of jade photosynthesis,

The sword is broken,

Ming Wangxian,

Long Shen Jiuxiao,

Spirits draw in all directions.

The silver light suddenly swept out from all around, and twelve fierce lights staggered and overlapped, and actually caught the sword light of Chonglou in an instant. Xiao Ling smiled leisurely: "How about my twelve swords?" Chong Lou sneered: "The light of fireflies, dare to compete with the sun and the moon?!" The sword light suddenly became stronger, and the white stegosaurus showed even more transparent silver light, pressing towards the twelve rays of light.

The twelve black-clothed warriors only felt that the pressure had doubled, and they couldn't help sweating like rain, and the name of "Sword God" was not in vain, and now he was angry, how powerful it was, Chonglou roared again, and the sword dragon roared even more, and the twelve people fell to one knee, which was barely supported.

Chonglou shrugged his eyebrows, the stegosaurus disappeared abruptly, and the twelve people were about to exhale a breath, Chonglou actually took out another sword in an instant, and the twelve people screamed in unison. Chonglou cut off everyone's long knives, his eyes burst out with purple light, and he hissed: "Xiao Ling!"

Xiao Ling stood with a smile, standing standing in the sword wind, as if he was not afraid of the power of his sword.