Sword of Coming

Wei Jin, the Sword Immortal of Fengxue Temple, found the trace of the blue-clothed swordsman, but a handsome young man with a sword gourd around his waist suddenly approached the green-clothed swordsman, stretched out a palm, and stopped him. With all the sword light of Wei Jin's sword, he shook his wrist. The palm of his hand had already turned into charcoal, but it returned to normal in an instant.

This throne demon, whose position is neither high nor low in the ancient well, has an alias of Qinghua.

That delicate face that can seduce women, if you look closely, it is all made up of other people's skins.

Inside the gourd of raising swords, there are countless remaining souls of sword immortals and broken flying swords.

The big demon Qinghua and the young swordsman who is the number one swordsman in the wild world behind him laughed and said, "Little brother, have you played enough?"

The blue-clothed swordsman nodded and said, "Be careful yourself."

The big demon blocked the sword fairy's Yaoyao sword again, and was swept by two swords of Wei and Jin successively. The blue flower had already been suspended above a big pit, and with a soft voice, he smiled and said: "Brother, what are you careful about? You are careful enough, Haven't you gone to find Chen Qingdu yet?"

Lu Zhi came over with a sword and said to Wei Jin, "You continue to chase and kill. Leave this sissy to me."

Qing Hua smiled and looked at the female Great Sword Immortal who ruined half of her face, "Is this the all-powerful Sword Immortal Lu from the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

Lu Zhi remained silent and answered with a sword.

At one end of the city, the blood-soaked monk is like a golden Buddha with the lotus seat of the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

The Buddhist saint with a middle-aged face, the cassock fell off by itself, and the fingerless palm gently lifted the cassock into the air, and suddenly it was as big as a sea of ​​clouds. world.

In the end, the cassock of the sea of ​​clouds that covered the sky and the sun, fell down and covered the battlefield outside the city, turning into countless grains of golden light, and attached to Jianxiu of the Great Wall of Sword Qi one after another.

The monk sat cross-legged, and a lotus lantern with a stick of incense appeared in front of him.

Then many sword cultivators on the battlefield, within a stick of incense, all injuries, big and small, were passed on to the monk.

On the sword fairy's seal book, there was a seal script, which was copied by a young hermit from Haoran Tianxia.

"Dingguang Buddha is reincarnated as an ordinary person in the Saha world."

When the stick of incense was about to burn out, the monk clasped his hands together, raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile on his face, and passed away suddenly.

It's just that the lights in front of him are still there, not only that, but it's even brighter.

Saints of the three religions, including monks, were actually fighting each other from beginning to end.

For example, this Buddhist saint spent his life to change the world, helped the Great Wall of Sword Qi to overwhelm the wild world, joined hands with the other two saints to create a golden river three times, shook his body like a lion worm, broke ten fingers and turned into a golden dragon, took off his cassock, and sheltered the sword cultivator ...

With the tragic battle of the siege battle, the blood flowed like a river, and the picture of the Yellow River and the Giant Tianjin of the Confucian sage, the key is that the Buddhist supernatural powers enveloped the battlefield.

He has kept the sword for a long time, so that Wu Chengpei felt that it was too long, and finally sacrificed his natal flying sword Ganlin for the first time with all his strength.

This Ganlin was ranked among the top three in the evaluation of the Flying Sword Magic Ability in the Summer Palace.

On the battlefield outside the city, thousands of demon clans were shrouded in a rain of blood rising from the earth, their flesh and blood were instantly exploited, and their souls were strangled by every raindrop containing the sword intent of nectar.

The throne of the big demon Baiying is the most front, but it is still some distance away from the three battlefields of A Liang, Chen Xi and Qi Tingji.

On the throne of dead bones made up of hundreds of thousands of bones, this big monster has no flesh and blood on its body. The bones are as white as jade, and the head is still under its feet.

After seeing Wu Chengpei, the head of the city, sacrificed his natal flying sword, Bai Ying kicked the head away, stood up, and stared at the rain curtain slowly rising into the sky with great interest.

Bai Ying slightly retracted her gaze, and on the battlefield, there was a pitiful little sword cultivator in the Jade Raw Realm, with one arm broken, not to mention holding a sword in one hand, and one ankle was evenly chopped off, still for some reason, walking around After passing the three sword formations opened up by Qi Tingji and the others, they headed straight for the throne.

The man stopped, confronted the Throne of Withered Bones, raised his long sword, but instead of looking at the big demon Baiying, he stared at the head firmly, and said: "The dragon king is of the lineage, the sword repairer Gao Kui, the last sword , to ask the patriarch."

Bai Ying glanced at the head on the ground, and laughed loudly, "I don't think so, just slap you to death casually, so that you disciples and grandchildren can be your companions."

An empty gray robe with no one inside floated towards it, and slowly landed on the throne of withered bones.

When it appeared, Bai Ying immediately sat back in her original position, not daring to say another word.

Gray robes stood on the edge of the throne.

In the distance is Gao Kui who wants to ask for the last sword in this life.

A hoarse voice sounded, "The Dragon Lord leads the sword."

The two big demon thrones are adjacent to each other, and they are all described as women.

The big demon stood up, and she appeared in the real world with a human head, a dragon's crown, and a black dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair, with a huge dragon's tail dragging on the ground.

The great monster on the throne, who was aliased as Concubine Fei, did not show her real body. She had a youthful appearance, a pair of scarlet eyes, and thousands of warp and weft threads on her robes. Every thread was a river and stream refined by her. On her wrist is a bracelet made of natal orbs belonging to the dragon, and on her feet are a pair of embroidered shoes with two huge pearls on the toes.

Yang Zhi had just retreated from the battlefield, and had received Qi Tingji's sword abruptly, so he had no choice but to show his real body to heal his wounds.

In the matter of Yaozu's practice, he transformed into a human form and climbed the mountain faster, but in the matter of recuperating, he still recovered his real body and healed faster.

Yang Zhi's eyes were gloomy, and he fixed his eyes on Qi Tingji who occupied a vast battlefield with one person and one sword in the distance. The old sword fairy who carved the Great Wall of Sword Qi was the handsome skin of a young man. According to the earliest inferences of Tuoyue Mountain, Qi Tingji, with a heart as high as the sky, would never die, and would follow the hermit official Xiao Yu to betray the Great Wall of Sword Qi. Giving a blow of rebellion is like Xiao Yin hitting the left and right back with a fist.

I never thought that Qi Tingji would change his mind. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this. As long as Qi Tingji is willing to leave the Great Wall of Sword Qi, the only person who can kill him is Chen Qingdu. But once Chen Qingdu chooses to use the sword, he will just stand by and watch like he did in the Jiazi tent The wild ancestor of Tuoyue Mountain is just as capable of making a move. The only explanation is that Chen Qingdu gave Qi Tingji a better future.

Concubine Fei hovered beside the dragon chair, compared to the big monster with a human head and body, Concubine Fei looked extremely small. She glanced at the two young men standing on the handle of the dragon chair, and smiled slightly with one of them. Then she said with her heart and Yang Zhi's words: "You are not effective in supervising the battle, and you are wearing a sinful body. Don't you show it? Look at Huang Luan who is very sensible."

Yang Zhi's face became more and more ugly, the dragon tail that was dragging on the ground lightly hit the ground, and the ground within a radius of one hundred feet shook and shattered.

The situation between her and Huang Luan is the most unbearable now.

Yang Zhi used to be the co-owner of the Yiluo River, so naturally there was a dispute with this Concubine Fei, but under the witness of Tuoyue Mountain, Yang Zhi donated the entire waters of the Yeluo River to Concubine Fei.

In exchange, Concubine Fei needs to help Yangzhi become the co-owner of the nine continents of Haoran Tianxia when Haoran Tianxia is grabbing water transportation. Life and death, the circulation of martial arts, all must be decided by her with a single word.

And Yangzhi also needs to help Concubine Fei fulfill one of her greatest wishes, that is to let Concubine Fei swallow the last prototype of a real dragon to make up for the Dao.

As a result, the two sides have changed from an endless battle for the great road in the wild world to a pattern of mutual assistance and alliance in the future.

On the handle of the huge dragon chair, stood the two sword fairy embryos, Yu Si and Boy Tan.

Yu Si didn't know that Tan was Yang Zhi's direct disciple until after the siege.

It was only then that Tan knew that Yu Si would actually be called "Young Master" by the queen concubine Fei.

After that, the atmosphere of Jia's account application became a little strange.

Except for the wooden clogs, the rest of the colleagues, no matter how difficult it is to get along with them calmly, everyone looked at them with an uncontrollable and extremely difficult to hide fear.

So today the two sword cultivators made an appointment to come here to relax.

Tan said: "It seems that there has been no trace of Chen Pingan."

Yu Si nodded and said: "Then it will be difficult to have the opportunity to avenge Liu Bai."

Yu Si was wearing a black robe, but tied his hair with a white satin, black and white are distinct, very graceful.

Tan's expression was gloomy, "Sister Liubai, she has changed into a physical body, but the heart of the sword is a little unstable."

Yu Si knelt down on one knee, looking at the battlefield in the distance, "If it were me, it would be difficult to maintain the clear sword heart before."

Tan gritted his teeth and said, "I will kill Chen Pingan!"

Yu Si smiled and said, "Count me in."

He turned his head to look at the big demon Feifei.

She smiled and said: "When the rotten fence is broken, I will find that young hermit for the young master."

Yang Zhi hesitated for a long time, looked at the top of the city, and the Confucian sage sacrificed the picture of the Yellow Stream, causing a steady stream of water to pour onto the battlefield above the top of the city, in order to stop the ants of the monster race. Attached to the siege.

She took out a scroll from her sleeve, reluctantly.

As the former co-owner of the Yeluo River, before handing over the waters of the Yeluo River, he took the lead in refining three long rivers of thousands of miles, one of which was the Wuding River, and there were clusters of bones and ghosts in it.

Yang Zhi threw the scroll towards the Great Wall of Sword Qi, dodged dozens of flying swords from Jianxiu, and rolled to the ground. A tumbling Wuding River collided with the Yellow River Jujin, which immediately stirred up waves.

In the previous battles, Yaojia, the throne demon, who had never made a single shot, looked up at the old Taoist from Qingming Tianxia, ​​who was said to be the master of the 12th city on the fifth floor of Baiyujing?

At the foot of the big demon Yaojia, the mountain hangs upside down, and the high platform is as flat as a mirror, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

This broken and overhanging mountain is as big as Dao Er's second mountain character seal left in Haoran Tianxia, ​​and is known as the golden throne of the wild world.

It is refined from the fragments of countless landscape gods in the history of the wild world, so iron chains made from the bones of great demons are needed to connect those golden gravels of different sizes. The mirror surface of the high platform is like the largest chain in the world. A gold and copper coin.

Wearing a golden robe, the throne demon Yaojia, in it, did not deliberately cast a blindfold, as if shrouded in the sun, the light was shining, but the true face was not visible.

The big demon Yaojia is located at the center of the mirror, driving the mountain under his feet to disappear in a flash, rushing to the sky above the battlefield, and directly using the entire golden throne to block the scorching power of the sun reflected by the old Taoist holding the multi-treasure mirror.

The old Taoist used the supernatural power of multiple mirrors to link up with the great sun in the wild world, aiming at a warrior monk of the monster tribe in the Yupu Realm. He not only burned and killed his tough body, but also performed the body-holding technique, and was finally selected by the top ten sword fairy candidates. Yue Qing, with the saber "Xiongzhen Wuyue", chopped off his head and smashed his body, and then used the two natal flying swords "Baizhangquan" and "Skylark in the Sky" to suppress the monster clan's soul who wanted to escape. Kill on the spot.

Yue Qing gained some breathing space and looked around. There was no monster around the battlefield interfering with the fight. He stepped on the monster's head and shook his wrist gently to disperse the blood stains left on the sword.

happy.

The Great Sword Immortal, who had his back to the Great Sword Qi Wall, raised his arm and shook it heavily.

Yue Qing went south with his sword in hand.

This extremely lethal Great Sword Immortal once blatantly scorned the incense of the Literary Saint lineage. He also took the initiative to find the young hidden official and thanked and apologized in person.

Aboveboard.

The old Taoist nodded slightly, and Sword Immortal Yue was polite.

Then he frowned and shifted the angle of the multi-treasure mirror several times in his hand. Baoguang was still dragged towards the golden throne. The old Taoist sighed in his heart. His cultivation in the realm of Taoism was no longer at the peak, so there was nothing he could do.

The golden throne at the feet of the great demon Yaojia was rolled by the magma of the Duobao Mirror. Gold liquid continuously overflowed the mirror surface and spattered out wildly. It was as fast as a flying sword. Regardless of the sword cultivator or the demon clan, their bodies were shattered and their bones were shattered when they touched it, and they were killed on the spot. .

Yao Jia asked with a smile: "You are an old man. You have a long life, but you are dying like this. Is it fun?"

This old Taoist who is highly respected in the world of Qingming has two most important natal objects, the Duobao Mirror in his hand. There are many cracks on the mirror surface, like dense spider webs. Every time there is a tiny gap, the old Taoist can be said to be stain-free. The Golden Immortal's body will have an extra black thread, which will wear away the Taoist line, and the life will pass, which is visible to the naked eye. As for the whisk, most of it was destroyed, leaving only the handle.

The old Taoist held the mirror high in one hand, stroked his beard with the other and said with a smile, "It's fun for you, mother."

He used the demeanor of the oldest fairy and spoke the most vulgar words.

It is hard to imagine that this is an elegant old immortal who said, "When the peach blossoms are in bloom, if there are orioles on the flowers, they will be particularly moving. Your eyes will not move, but your heart will move."

It is even more unimaginable that when the old Taoist preached the sermon in Bai Yujing's own city, many high-minded immortals from other cities and other buildings were sitting on futons, and they were very understanding.

Yaojia didn't take it seriously, and stopped talking.

The two sides were just wasting away like this, but while they were consuming some fragments of the golden body of the mountain and water god, this wise old man was rapidly consuming the life of the avenue.

I, Yao Jia, am happy to accept this feat of killing one of the three saints of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

According to the contract, Tuoyue Mountain promised to take out the land of Haoran World. On the territory, all the Confucian academies of Haoran World, the orthodox landscape gods enshrined by the dynasty, and the golden statues of the gods in the big and small temples will be cast by this mountain. One furnace, no one survives.

In particular, I heard that many ancient gods have been reincarnated in the vast world, and it is the key to Yao Jia's attainment of the great road. Once refined, it can hang in the sky in the sky, overlooking all living beings in the posture of the supreme god, and truly achieve great immortality. No matter how your road flows, the so-called sky net will not leak out, and with the passage of time, you will have to take detours for it!

The big demon stretched out a hand and slowly raised it. A series of golden inscriptions appeared on the outer edge of the mirror. The characters were extremely large. Each golden inscription manifested into a golden god with a height of more than ten feet. Among them, the seven characters of sun, moon, metal, wood, water, fire and earth are like the eyes of the formation. The manifested gods are especially majestic, reaching a height of a hundred feet, especially the gods who were born from the two characters of "sun and moon", with sun halo and moonlight hanging behind them respectively. The formed precious aperture, with strips of golden molten fluid, floats endlessly, like the colorful ribbons of heavenly and human clothes on the water and land murals.

The old Taoist suddenly stood up and laughed loudly and said: "If there is a sword cultivator who travels to the Qingming world in the future, remember to be a guest in Pindao City! The scenery is wonderful, and the fairies are even more beautiful! I have been with you for many years, Pindao Happy, happy!"

After these words, the old Taoist's body melted into his soul, and finally turned into a bright rainbow light, which first went to the suspended multi-treasure mirror, and finally surged out and hit the golden throne.

Even the great demon Yao Jia couldn't control the throne to avoid the rainbow light. He could only watch the old Taoist's soul and spirit melt into the golden throne like snow.

Then, an old Taoist appeared on the entire mirror, tearing out the cracks with his soul, and his last real last words were only three words.

Please drop your sword.

The Great Sword Immortal Mi Hu slashed the entire Golden Throne in half along the crack with a single stroke of his sword.

After this battle, the great demon Yao Jia, whose life object was damaged, had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield and try his best to repair the Jinjing Mountain that suffered heavy losses.

The door of Jiazi tent.

The bearded man stood side by side with the old man in gray.

Liu Cha said: "There is something wrong with Chen Xi and Nalan Shaowei."

You shouldn't be so desperate, you shouldn't risk your life so much.

The old man in gray nodded.

On the other hand, Qi Tingji, an old deaf boy, was very normal. He seemed to be fierce in his attacks, but he still had a way out on the battlefield. At most, he fell to one level.

But Chen Xi and Nalan Shaowei, the two wealthy heads of the Taixiang Street family, were heading towards death.

As for Dong Sangen.

The old man raised his head and looked at the round moon that was far away from the sky and not close to the ground. Judging by his posture, Dong San did not intend to return to the top of the city. Not only that, but when this person fell completely, I believe there must be a great sight .

Although we were divided between ourselves and the enemy, the old man in gray clothes still felt sorry for Dong Sangen.

Such a hero.

As for the life and death of the owner of the lotus nunnery, the old man in gray didn't care. He carried Tuoyue Mountain on his back and refined half a round of moon soul without authorization. cage.

Liu Cha asked: "According to the latest deduction results of Jiazizhang, Confucian Temple is going to give half of the world to the sword cultivator of the Great Wall of Sword Qi?"

The old man in gray nodded, "It's a big deal."

The young hermit official, with a very utilitarian formation, helped the Sword Qi Great Wall breathe a sigh of relief. At the same time, he fought for several years with his hands tied, but it also made the sword repairers hold their breath. That guy who fell from the sky went to Qingming Tianxia and then came back to dispel some of the depression in Jianxiu's heart.

In the lineage of ritual saints, there are saints who sit here. In the sub-sage lineage, there are Ah Liang and Chen Chun'an, a mellow scholar. In the lineage of Wensheng, there is also Dajianxian, the hidden official Chen Pingan.

These scholars who traveled from afar are all using their own way to reason, to make Haoran Tianxia Confucian Temple agree to this matter.

On the battlefield, Li Cai stopped.

Hundreds of feet away, Huang Luan, a king-throne demon with ethereal celestial aura, appeared.

This big monster went through the monster army and directly found Li Cai, who was digging deep all by himself.

Huang Luan smiled and said: "Your name is Li Cai? I heard that you bought the Tingyun Pavilion. Coincidentally, it is in my pocket. Kneel down with your sword and be my servant. I will spare you."

Huang Luan was silent for a moment, then narrowed her eyes and said: "Well, the term "servant" is too unpleasant for a female sword fairy, so it's better to be a sword servant."

Together with Li Cai's Tingyun Hall carved from jasper, every moonlit night there is the Wanhe Residence where there are bursts of pines and waves, the Elm Immortal Hall, the Jiazhan Library, etc. All the private houses left by the Sword Immortal should have been his booty.

Li Cai's body was covered with scars at the moment, but they were mostly covered by the robe she was wearing. She only said that on her face, her cheekbones had been hammered to pieces by a warrior monk and monster clan, her skin was rotten, and her bones were exposed.

Li Cai spat out a mouthful of blood, pulled the corners of his mouth, and grinned, "You even know that I bought the Tingyun Pavilion?"

Huang Luan nodded and said, "There are still some sword cultivators who are afraid of death."

Li Cai took the sword back to its sheath, moved swiftly, and the sword intent was surging, and a circle of ripples that was as high as her and the others spread out. In an instant, the monster army rushing forward from both sides of her and the big monster Huangluan, their heads Countless rolls.

Huang Luan clasped her fingers together, stretched out her hand in front of her, and shook it lightly to dissipate the invisible essence of the sword, "Since it's at the end of its strength, don't flirt with it."

Li Cai asked: "Then do you know that even if you go to Tongyezhou, you will be stabbed to death with a sword?"

Huang Luan laughed dumbfounded, and reminded: "I'm actually not in a good mood right now."

Huang Luan was originally the throne demon who was the abbot of the wild world's sword repair formation, and it was obviously an existence that was placed with high hopes by the gray-clothed old man in Tuoyue Mountain.

Firstly, the great demon Huang Luan has a detached status in the wild world, and has never had many disputes with other great demons. Furthermore, when he went to the Haoran world this time, what Huang Luan asked for was useless in the eyes of the other throne demons. Not too big, and Huang Luan himself doesn't have too much ambition. According to a certain big monster, Huang Luan is just a trash collector when he comes to Haoran Tianxia. That's why Tuoyueshan handed over the showy battle to Abbot Huang Luan for the overall situation.

It's just that the mutual sword questioning, which is very likely to belong to no one before or after, was supposed to be an earth-shattering fight. Two groups of sword repairers counting in tens of thousands, mighty flying swords against flying swords, and sword qi torrents against each other. The Sword Qi Waterfall, the Wild Desolate World not only failed to overwhelm the Sword Qi Great Wall, on the contrary, the loss was greater than expected.

This made Huang Luan finally stand up to the big demon, and could only go to the wild world behind the battlefield to intercept and kill those sword immortals who tried to help the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and make up for it.

Not only that, Huang Luan had to smash half of the Qionglouyuyu, pavilions, towers and palaces that he worked so hard to refine and collect on the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Obviously, the gray-clothed old man in Jiazi tent was not satisfied with Huang Luan's performance.

Li Cai looked back, unknowingly, he was a little far away from the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

It can be seen from this that my mother's swordsmanship is very good!

Huang Luan said, "I'll give you one last chance to survive."

Li Cai held out his sword.

Huang Luan stretched out his hand to grab the sword light, and broke it abruptly. The sword light splashed from the palm of his hand, without hurting Huang Luan at all.

Li Cai bent down, swept forward, and drew his sword out of its sheath in an instant.

Huang Luan spread out her robes.

The inside of the small world is all white.

Li Cai's desperate sword, which forced his spirit to the peak, only broke Huang Luan's small world.

When Huang Luan said that she was at the end of her strength, it was absolutely true.

Li Cai, who really couldn't deliver the second sword, stepped back and vomited blood.

Huang Luan didn't look at the woman's miserable condition, raised a sleeve that was a lot broken, looked at it a few times, felt a little regretful, raised her head and smiled and said: "The sword intent is really good, as expected of the sword cultivator who came out of Beiju Luzhou You female sword servant, I am going to make a decision. After I take you down, let Bai Ying help me refine your soul from the old to the new. When you arrive at Tongyezhou, you can see if there is anyone who can make a sword. stab me to death..."

Between words, Huang Luan pressed down with one hand.

In the blink of an eye, a huge vortex appeared in the sky, and an attic the size of a mountain peak fell on Li Cai.

Li Cai was about to draw his sword, but found that an old man had come to him, said something offensive, and pulled Li Cai backwards. At the same time, the old man threw his long sword and faced the attic.

The long sword and sword light went straight up, touching the attic, like a single tree supporting a dangerous building.

Yao Chongdao, the word Lianyun, perhaps the old head of the Yao family liked the word "Lianyun" so much that both the Saber and the Flying Sword were named "Lianyun", fairyland.

Before coming here, the old man exchanged swords with the servant, and the monster sword fairy had already withdrawn from the battlefield.

Huang Luan said helplessly: "I'm really not interested in military exploits or anything. I'm seriously injured, so why come to me to die? But I have to accept the head that was given to me for free."

On top of that attic, there are huge buildings pressing down, superimposed two by two, and the saber "Lianyun" with its sword light soaring into the sky is instantly pressed out with a slight arc.

Huang Luan exchanged the loss of the middle-refinement items for the consumption of Yao Chongdao's great-refinement items, so don't hesitate.

Huang Luan's mind moved slightly, and the fairy caves fell down, and the tip of the saber "Lianyun" was broken.

It's just that the old man's natal flying sword has not yet appeared.

Huang Luan wanted to see if Yao Chongdao, who was seriously injured, could use the trump card that made his eyes shine.

Just as Li Cai was about to return to the battlefield, the old man shouted angrily: "Li Cai! It's not that I look down on girls, it's that I look down on you, this jade-like state. Go back!"

Li Cai had no choice but to scold her, and resolutely gave up the idea of ​​rushing forward.

Huang Luan looked up at the brilliant sword light that had pierced through the entire attic, and said with a smile: "At first, I thought it was a trick to save others and save myself, since you have made up your mind, if you really want to If you spend your life with me, you will make your wish come true. Killing an immortal from the Great Wall of Sword Qi can make up for your mistakes no matter what."

The old man was wearing a robe of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, with fluttering sleeves, and suddenly asked, "Do you know my grandson-in-law?"

Li Cai didn't want to add another thing to the snake and distract Yao Chongdao, but he didn't want to retreat just like that, and put a distance away to warm Feijian in place.

After hearing the words, she nodded and said, "I know, quite familiar."

Yao Chongdao hesitated for a moment, then said: "Then please trouble Li Jianxian to tell that kid that there is no need to come to the door to propose marriage. I don't care if you are stupid."

Li Cai was speechless.

It's not that Yao Dajianxian doesn't care, but he can't drag that guy by his collar to go to Yao's house to ask for a marriage.

Li Cai originally wanted to say that he had a direct disciple, and he was obsessed with ghosts, and he admired that guy very much, but he decided to let it go.

Li Cai said: "Senior Yao, I can switch places with you, and we have the opportunity to evacuate together."

Yao Chongdao didn't even bother to expose the true intentions of this Beiju Luzhou woman, why is she dying here at such a young age?

The old man said with a smile: "Don't underestimate the tricks of a big monster on the throne. If you are a little girl, if you die with a bad old man, it seems like you are dying for love. What kind of thing is it?"

The old man jumped up lightly, and sat down cross-legged, with clouds forming under his feet.

With his hands stacked on his abdomen, in the palms of his hands, clouds and mist rose, and a snow-white pocket flying sword slowly rose.

Huang Luan looked calm. Yao Chongdao's natal flying sword was suitable for large-scale battlefields. It was very similar to Wu Chengpei's Gan Lin and Yue Qing's Skylark in the Sky.

Huang Luan breathed out a mouthful of multicolored mist lightly, and it disappeared in a flash, without any serious atmosphere.

But it made Li Cai, who was far away from the battlefield of the two, feel terrified.

Any big monster on the throne is a monster of time.

Over the long years, Huang Luan successively refined hundreds of five-element natal objects, constantly removed and replaced them, and finally possessed two immortal weapons and three semi-immortal weapons.

As for those magnificent Qionglou Yuyu, except for three of them, the rest are all external objects of Zhonglian. The collection of a large number of ancient ruins and fairy caves is nothing more than a hobby to relieve worries and boredom.

Yao Chongdao said to himself: "Ning girl, from now on, I will leave it to you to protect her. Don't stop protecting Ning girl just because she is strong enough. There is no good man in the world who doesn't protect his beloved It's a woman's reason. It's very good that you can stop girl Ning and go out of the city to fight Lizhen for her. It's even better if you win Lizhen and still live."

"So there is nothing to worry about, I am very relieved."

In an instant, the old man's eyebrows, temples, neck, heart, and abdomen seemed to be pierced by five colorful flying swords.

After piercing through, the old man's muscles, bones, flesh, soul, and sword intent were all crazily absorbed by those five inconspicuous holes.

Huang Luan was obviously not happy about being destroyed by Yao Chongdao's sword light too many buildings.

Except that Li Cai clearly decided that she would throw out the next sword, not to hesitate to die.

In the distance, a young woman has already rushed over with a sword, her momentum is like a rainbow.

It was Ning Yao.

Without warning, the old man shattered his natal flying sword, closed his eyes and said with a light smile, "Although the sword hasn't been drawn, death is worthy of death."

Clouds, mountains and fog.

Yao Chongdao created a world with a soul sword and a natal flying sword by accident.

The next moment, Huang Luan found himself in the white mist.

A sword fairy in the Immortal Realm, Feijian is not a natal magic power to create a small world, but he has the means to detain a throne demon.

What's the point?

In fact, Yao Chongdao was already dead.

Who can kill me?

Li Cai? Or is it Ning Yao who is only in Nascent Soul Realm after all?

In the far distance, a dog who was besieging and beating the two throne monsters disappeared out of thin air, and directly broke through the two fortified small worlds.

One is a burly giant with three heads and six arms. Wherever he stands, there will always be a golden futon following him.

It once took the lead in climbing to the top of the Great Wall of Sword Qi, and was chopped down by Chen Qingdu's sword. After that, it deliberately left the sword mark as deep as a ravine.

There was also a short old man with a sword, with white eyebrows and a long stick on his shoulders. He came to the giant's shoulders and asked doubtfully, "So weird?"

After a while.

In a battlefield, the clouds and mists cleared, and the truth came out.

There was a man who used Yao Chongdao's Lianyun sword to stab a big demon in the head, raised it high in the air and said calmly: "The one who kills Huang Luan is Yao Chongdao, Ah Liang."

Above the big moon that served as the battlefield, it was already on the verge of collapse. A tall old swordsman stood on top of a huge monster corpse and laughed: "A Liang, how are you?!"

The master of Hehua Temple was killed with his sword, Dong Sangen was just one person.

The old man who was destined to have his flying sword destroyed but could still return to the Great Wall of Sword Qi blasted his sword spirit to pieces and enveloped the entire big moon. Then he transformed into a huge dharma image, dragged the big moon to the earth, and smashed it against the monsters in the wild world. A place where the clan army gathers heavily.

The bright moon began to crumble, and the figure of the old sword immortal gradually disappeared.

The big moon fell to the ground with so much force that the six great demons, including Yang Zhi and Fei Fei, had to face the bright moon together, the old swordsman named Dong.

Aliang raised his arms high and gave a thumbs up.