Chapter 37:

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Since that day, Xuan Lingzi has been closed for a long time.
Qingjun also always maintains the form of medicinal herbs, quietly staying in the ring of Luo gradually cleared. Fortunately, it talked with Luo gradually before going to sleep. This treatment has cost too much force and needs to be adjusted for a long time. Otherwise, Luo gradually clears whether he is out of trouble.
All of a sudden, the vast Yufeng Peak is equal to only Luo Qingqing and Moqiu.
During this time, in order to vent their depression, Luo gradually cleared the sword and never stopped. Until the Xing Xingzi Zunzi came to Yufeng to inform him to prepare Zongmen Dabi, Luo gradually cleared from the state of burying his sword.
Zongmen was bigger than the day before, and Zuo Yunmo personally came to the bottom of the jade peak, and told Luo to clear the relevant matters of this time.
Still a light yellow robe gown, Zuo Yunmo's waist is tied with a Qingyun sword, the voice is very soft, and the smile is as warm and elegant as Luo Qingqing's memory: "As in previous years, this time, is this time? Watching the competitions of the refining period and the foundation-building disciples, you choose by the masters. But nowadays, in the younger generation of Taihuashan, only the masters have broken through the Yuan Ying period, so you don’t have to participate in our Jindan disciples. Fighting."
Luo gradually cleared his head and said: "Teacher, I said that you have broken through. I want to learn from you. I don't know when you have time?"
In the eyes of Zuo Yunmo, there was a very dark dark color. He quickly hid it and smiled. "It’s better to wait for the younger brother to break through the Yuan Ying period. Then I am afraid I can call it."
Luo gradually became surprised and said: "You already have a grasp?"
Zuo Yunmo said with a smile: "In a year, Jin Dan can be used in the latter stage."
Luo gradually cleared and congratulated Zuo Yunmo, and Zuo Yunmo planned to resign. Before he left, he suddenly asked in an unintentional way: "Is that ink-daughter friend, who is a lifelong death with his brother in the Valley of the Flames?
Luo gradually smiled and said: "Yes."
Zuo Yunmo smiled and daggered, did not ask, turned and left.
Luo gradually cleared his head and saw Mo Qiu wearing a red dress. Mo Qiu seems to be particularly fond of wearing red clothes. Among the monks who saw Luo’s life, except for the younger sisters, no one has been wearing red clothes. However, the red and Mo Qiu's glamorous face together, but very close.
Mo Qiu snorted and said with a sigh of relief: "You are too young in the Taihua Mountain generation."
Luo gradually cleared the first place, and then said: "One hundred years ago, the battle between the Terran and the Yaozu. We had a lot of elites in Taihua Mountain. The disciples of my previous generation almost all died in the war. After all, Taihua Mountain is the head of the 3,000-door, and it is the greatest strength."
Mo Qiu was quiet, and after a long time, he said: "Just your brother is just the root of a good product. It can be a good time to reach the late Jin Dan before the age of 60."
Listening to this, Luo gradually clears that it is actually a disciple of Quathuashan. Whether it is Taoist repair or magic repair, everyone is the same enemy to the Yaozu. Taihuashan has paid the life of almost a generation of disciples for the Terran, and it is indeed worthy of admiration.
Luo gradually said: "The second division brother said that the root bone is the worst of the seven of us, but he is very hard. Like you, your root bone is a product, but you can reach Yuan Ying before the age of 60. Later, you have already surpassed the sorcerer who broke the soul sect, Mo Qiu, do you think the root bone is so important?"
Mo Qiu red lips: "Yes, I like this concept."
Luo gradually disappeared without words: "What do I want you to do?"
Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Is it possible that I can save you another life?"
Luo gradually nostalgic expression: "Can you curse me in danger of life and death?"
Mo Qiu haha ​​laughed.
On the second day, Luo gradually cleared the Xuan Lingzi in front of the bamboo house and said that he was going to participate in the Zongmen Dabi.
This time, the bamboo house is still a long silence, but after a while, I listened to a low and cold voice: "You have reached the Yuan Ying period, and naturally you have to put your vision in the world. The four and the eight great families are not good at it. The first one is also the early stage of Yuan Ying, but the realm is more stable than you. Gradually clear, you have to be careful."
With so many words, let Luo gradually squat. Something warm in his heart gradually opened, soft, as if something was different. Luo gradually said: "Master... You are no longer jealous of me this time, don't you fall off the face of Yufeng?"
The bamboo house was quiet, and Luo gradually cleared again and said: "I really need to say this?"
Still no echo, Luo gradually cleared his mouth and sighed with regret, and said with a smile: "Master, if I fell on the face of Yufeng, you can't say me after coming back, but you didn't say it yourself. That, then I..."
"Luo gradually clear, don't fall off the face of Yufeng!"
This voice was filled with spiritual power, and it was forced into Luo’s ear, and his voice was full of anger, but he did not hurt him.
Luo gradually couldn't help but smile. In the past few days, some suffocating suffocation in the heart finally dissipated. He said, "Well, Master, then I will go to fight for the face of Yuxifeng. Just don't know, if I will face If you are vying for it, will there be a reward? For example, you can open the door? It is not necessary to open the back door for a while. When you open this front door, you will cough..."
A sword rushed out, and Luo gradually cleared. Luo gradually settled on the ground and was not injured.
"A nonsense!"
Luo gradually laughed and went to the bamboo house and whispered a word. However, for a long time, he took the initiative to turn and left, called the ink autumn sitting in the stone pavilion, the two went down the mountain together. Along the way, Mo Qiu's face was black and black, just out of Yufeng Peak, he asked directly: "What did you just sneak and say to your master?"
Luo gradually turned to look at him and asked: "I don't know, is the ink Taoist friend so gossip?"
Mo Qiuqi smiled and said: "Jokes! I am gossip? How can I gossip?"
Luo gradually asked: "Why did you ask me just now?"
Mo Qiu: "...I am caring about you."
Luo gradually cleared: "..."
After a while, Luo gradually cleared up: "I will tell you, it is up to me to decide. I will not tell you."
Mo Qiu: "..."
From Yufeng Peak to Cang Shuangfeng, it was not far away. Soon, the two saw the monks gathered on the Square in Cang Shuangfeng. At this moment, it has reached the battle of the disciples of the foundation period. The two disciples in the late stage of the building were very hot in the ring. Even if the two men were not high, the solid strength made the match quite worth seeing.
When Luo gradually cleared the square, countless sights immediately gathered.
The disciples of Taihua Mountain are all looking forward to eagerly awaiting, and there are still many younger sisters in Huaichun who are holding heart-shaped and excited cheeks. The ordinary disciples of other small sects also looked at Luo gradually with great respect, as if they saw idols, and the voice of the cymbals buried the audience.
"This is the legendary Taihuashan master? This is too handsome!"
"This predecessor has entered the Yuan Ying at the age of forty! My Master said that he may be able to reach the expiration date at the age of 60!"
"Is it impossible? It was a period of embarrassment, and the elders of our sects were only in the early days..."
"How is it impossible? The fifty-six-year-old sacred spirit who entered the Yuan Ying can enter the stage of the gods before the age of three hundred, and the 60-year-old of Luo’s predecessors is simply a nail!"
......
"Brother, I have something to ask you."
"Ha ha ha ha, sister, you said! As long as I can do it, there is no problem in the sea under the knife!"
"That... my brother, I heard that you have made a good relationship with the disciples of Taihua Mountain. Can you help me hand over this piece to the Nalo predecessor?"
"$%#$#..."
......
Because of the roots, Luo gradually cleared his natural ears, and he was very high. He immediately heard these words in his ears. Originally, Mo Qiu was still very curious to sit next to Luo Qingqing, watching the situation on the platform, and suddenly heard these words, he smacked his mouth and said: "How are they so gossip!"
Luo gradually said: "So, do you know what I felt now?"
Mo Qiu didn't understand it at first. After a while, he realized that Luo gradually cleared and said that he had just been gossip. This time, the ink is not dry, and directly passed on the past: "Whoever makes yourself and your master is that kind of relationship, I... I am curious!"
Luo gradually cleared his heart and asked, "What kind of relationship do I have with my master?"
Mo Qiu was silent for a while, and he passed the voice: "What kind of things do you ask me to do?"
Luo gradually cleared his voice.
The atmosphere between the two people instantly picked up. When the disciples of the Jindan period began to take the stage, Luo gradually cleared the voice: "My relationship with my master is not tolerable. If you feel embarrassed, then this time After the door is big, you will leave Taihua Mountain. We will see you less in the future."
Mo Qiu: "You let me go, I will leave? Isn't it just to be with my master? What a big deal. You, the so-called righteous people, are bored. Although we have such rules on the surface, we have never People obey. The two guards of my magic palace..." The voice stopped instantly, and Mo Qiu said: "The two friends I know, they are the biological brothers, but they have been together for a thousand years. The blood relationship is better than yours. The mentoring relationship is more intimate, but no one in the magic repair dare to make a slight remark to them. The mysterious person is the first person today, who dares to control him?"
Luo gradually drooled, looking at the scene on the platform, whispering: "He himself, will control him."
Mo Qiu was dumb.
After half an hour, all the games below the Golden Age ended. Not surprisingly, the second brother of the seven sons of Taihua Mountain, Zuo Yunmo, once again defeated the third division sister Wei Qiongyin and won the first place. At this point, the entire duel only left the Yuan Ying period of the event, but the Yuan Ying period monk only Luo gradually clear one person, as long as no one challenges him, then he is the first.
The elder responsible for the matter looked to Zuo Yunmo and asked: "Do you have to challenge?"
Zuo Yunmo looked up and looked at Luo Qingqing in the stands. The latter smiled and bowed to him, his lips curled slightly.
Zuo Yunmo turned his head and shook his head: "The master is overpowered, and I naturally don't challenge."
Luo gradually cleared his eyebrows in surprise, only to hear the elders begin to announce the final result of this Zongmen Dabi: "The seven-year-old Zongmen Datong of Taihua Mountain ended here. The first refining period was Cang Shuangfeng Linzhen. The first in the foundation period was Bishenfeng Yueyunfeng, the first in the Jindan period was the Cang Shuangfeng Zuoyunmo, and the first in the Yuanying period was the Yufengfeng Luo..."
"And slow!"
A loud voice suddenly sounded and interrupted the elders.
The elder turned to look at the audience. I saw a young man in white robes standing up, shaking a jade fracture fan in his hand, and smiling in a graceful manner: "In the next white house, ranking seventh, this time instead Bai Jia came to Taihua Mountain to watch the battle. I have long since admired Taihua Mountain. After coming to Taihua Mountain, the head of the lord also asked us to treat Taihua Mountain as our own home. In this case, I don’t know Can you participate in this fight?"
The scene suddenly disappeared!
This kind of thing has never happened in the past thousands of years!
Taihua Mountain stands on the Xuantian continent for thousands of years. It has experienced the wind and frost, and once dominated the mainland in its heyday, no one can match it. But the mighty biracial wars of the millennium ago made Taihua Mountain hurt the foundation, even the peak of the Lord died, and the elite powers died.
The four major Zongmen and the Eight Great Family developed in a few thousand years. In the eight major families, apart from the long-established Mohist and Weijia, the other six families did not have too deep foundation, but the white house led by the company Three Mahayana monks. There is one or the late Mahayana!
The strength of the four major sects is also quite strong.
In this case, although Taihua Mountain is still the head of the right path, it can no longer suppress the same group as it was a million years ago.
Although this white is pretty, it is still a provocation. However, in this regard, the lord of Guangming, the leader of Yan Mingfeng, laughed loudly and said: "It’s just a fight. If you want to compare it, what is the twist?"
This made the white seven a glimpse. I didn't expect the other party to agree so soon.
Guanglingzi looked at Luo gradually and asked: "How, gradually clear, do you dare to fight? This white family Xiaoqi heard that he just entered Yuanying last year, he will not go to bully the low-level juniors, certainly Come to challenge you."
In a word, the rules are given: challenges can be, but must be challenged above the realm!
Luo gradually looked at Guanglingzi, and then looked at the star, and then got up and said: "The disciple should fight!"
When the voice just fell, the white seven will fold the fan and smile: "Please!"
Looking at the other party's tribute to the good son, Luo gradually cleared his eyebrows, a laughter from the nose, and the toes point to the ground, and suddenly it was on the platform. The next moment, the white seven also flew up, standing in front of Luo gradually clear.
Under the vast sky, Cang Shuangfeng stands between the mountains and points to the clouds. On the Baizhang Square in front of Lingyun Temple, thousands of eyes are gathered in the bucket.
I saw two white figures standing opposite each other. One person wore a gorgeous brocade, with a beautiful jade ornament, and a thick gemstone belt attached to the waist. The jade in the hair was used for a hundred years of ice jade. It can be regarded as a magic weapon.
The other person wore the simplest white robe with a simple white belt around his waist. All the decorations on his body were only the jade of the disciple hanging from the waist.
However, when Luo gradually cleared the station on the stage, it seemed as if the haze of the sky had fallen, and all the light between the heavens and the earth was attracted to the past. He is standing there quietly, just like the most beautiful paintings under the sun, the impeccable facial features, the elegant temperament of splashing ink, and the true beauty of the gods and the glory.
On the other hand, that white seven, in the Xuantian mainland is also considered a young man of the age. He ranks seventh in the white family's son, and his strength is second only to Baijia's four sons. In the past, this white seven is also handsome and handsome, but it can stand here today, but it has completely become the background wall.
"Can Nalo's predecessors beat this white family of seven sons?"
"What do you know, this white family has just entered the Yuan Ying for a year, but Luo has two years."
"This is not necessarily the case. I heard that in the Bai family, the resources of the seven sons are good at the top of the day. They are only a little worse than the four sons. He has a lot of resources for cultivation. It is said that there are also a lot of magic weapons and exercises."
"Anyway, my predecessors are so handsome, I support Luo's predecessors!"
Listening to the arguments in the stands, the original white seven still pretended to be deep in the shelf, but gradually his face stinky. He took out his long gun directly, and looked at Luo gradually, and Luo gradually cleared and smiled at him.
The referee elder shouted: "Begin to start!"
In the next moment, Bai Qi took the gun and it was very fast. It turned into a virtual shadow and forced Luo to gradually clear. From the very beginning, he did not have any reservations, so that he could attack with all his strength. The gun was too fast to be seen. The only disciples in the Taihua Mountain disciples, Zuo Yunmo and Wei Qiong, could see some doorways. The disciples in the stands only I can see that stern gun.
This gunshot rushed to Luo gradually cleared and sealed every way out. Recruiting hot, pointing to the dead hole, but no one stopped, because the fight is to do their best, the last moment will naturally have the elders interrupted, and the injured will be saved.
Luo gradually cleared his toes and sneaked around. He didn't hide fast, as if he was just strolling in the air. In this dense gunshot, only one of them seemed to be laid-back, and everyone was amazed.
The elders with small martial arts sentiment said: "This Luo gradually clears the fruit really, and even cultivated Taihuashan's "Ping Shi Bu" to such a realm, I am afraid that it has reached the second realm? Wonderful! Wonderful! It is wonderful!"
"Yeah! Look at him like this, I am afraid that it is not far from the third realm!"
Bai Qi constantly stabbed Luo and gradually cleared, but the latter fled in the air. After a while, Bai Qi felt uncomfortable. He shot directly on the long gun. He smashed his hand in his hand and muttered a spell in his mouth. I saw that long
white jade-like color appeared on the gun, the whole body of the black iron seems to turn into white jade, bursting with dazzling color.
Someone exclaimed: "What happened to this gun?"
The white family on the side of the road proudly said: "This is my white house's "White House Seven Guns", and the seven sons have already trained the third shot of snow white plum!"
Everyone was amazed.
On the stage, the white jade is long
the gun keeps spinning, igniting the whirlwind, like a gusty wind crossing, blowing Luo's robes. In the air, a piece of light-colored petals gradually floated down, and the plum blossoms fell silently, covered by the white snow, and there was only boundless white snow between the heavens and the earth.
boom!
A shot, snow plum!
White snow and plum blossoms spurred toward Luo with the stunning shot, and it was shocking. Whoever expected Luo to gradually stand still, he just smiled and looked at the shot that stabbed himself. When the gun was about to stab him, he suddenly raised his hand, and his fingers were close together. Swing away.
A blue sword light and white jade long
gun collided.
boom! boom! boom!
Just a face-to-face, the white snow and plum blossoms of the sky are gone. Bai Yuchang
The gun flew out and directly inserted on the platform, falling at the foot of Bai Qi. The white jade gloss on the gun disappeared, and the black iron was dull. The white seven spit out a blood, and the whole person almost fell.
Luo gradually flew up and went to Baiqi in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the white seven had just vomited blood, and it was too late to react. A blue sword was forced between his neck. He trembled and stiffly raised his head. He saw that Luo gradually stood by his side, and his thin lips were slightly hooked. The eyebrows of the ink slightly curved, and he smiled and asked: "White Taoist, do you still need to fight again?"
The audience was silent.
The next second, suddenly boiled!
"It’s less than a fragrant time! It’s less than a fragrant time! Luo’s predecessors only had a sword light, let the white family’s seven sons vomit blood, and this is too bad!

"He didn't pull the sword!"
"What? He didn't even pull the sword! Isn't that proof, even though it was the same as Yuan Ying, but Luo's predecessors could completely hang the white son?"
Listening to such arguments, Bai Qi was so distressed that his body kept trembled. He gritted his teeth: "I don't admit defeat!"
Luo gradually cleared the light "oh", the original white seven thought he would persuade himself to admit defeat, who knows that Luo gradually cleared but whispered: "That will make you admit defeat."
boom! boom! boom!
Luo gradually cleared his foot on the belly of Bai Qi and flew him. Did not wait for the white seven to land, Luo gradually clear figure appeared on his side, but also a ruthless hegemony.
The white parents in the stands stood up angrily and shouted: "You junior, deceiving too much!"
However, the elders have not finished yet. Luo gradually cleared his foot on the face of Bai Qi and took him out of the bucket. Bai Qi had already fainted, and was quickly carried away by the white family. Luo gradually turned and looked at the sluggish referee. He smiled and said: "Can the elder, read the result?"
The elders woke up in an instant: "Yes... Right! This time, the winner is Taihuashan Luo gradually..."
"Is ridiculous! You junior, since you have already won, why are you still humiliating my Baijiatun children on the stage? The old man let you stop, you actually dare to move again. Taihuashan really is my white home is arbitrary Is it soft persimmon? Um?!"
Baijiaguo is full of real power, and the elders sent to watch the battle are actually powerful. In the past, they only sent the elders of the fit-up period to watch the battle. This time, I don’t know whether the four major sects and the eight great families have made an appointment to find the embarrassment. They even sent out the elders of the robbery period, and even sent the Mahayana period. Elders!
The old-fashioned voice of the white parents fell, and the sage of Yuqingzi sneered, saying: "Is there a white house when I am in Taihua Mountain?"
The white parents said: "Yu Qingzi, you also saw, your Taihuashan juniors are still smashing after the victory, and I will be the same as Bai Baixiaoqi! For this matter, please be sure to give me a saying."
Yu Qingzi patted the table: "What do you want to say? It is the white seven that shameless challenge!"
White parents are old: "Yu Qingzi, you...!"
This kind of power above the robbery period is rarely seen, and now there are more than a dozen people at once, and there are two survivors of the robbery period still quarreling. The young disciples in the stands were watching with excitement. Luo gradually smiled helplessly and saluted: "Yu Qingzi Shibo, you seem to have forgotten something, the disciples did not win."
Yu Qingzi said: "Did you just put the white seven down than the stage?"
Luo gradually explained: "The disciple said that the disciples did not win before he was laid down."
White parents angered: "Hu Yan! Everyone saw that you repelled Xiao Qi's ‘Bai Xue Mei Mei Gun’, what do you have to say!

Luo gradually clears the difference: "But the predecessor, that white bears his mouth, he does not admit defeat!"
Everyone was stunned, and after waiting for a long while, someone whispered: "Yes, the white man who just said that he really said that he didn't admit defeat?"
"Oh! Just Luo’s predecessors were so powerful. I didn’t notice the white words... 咦? White holding the white? How is this name familiar?

"This is not an idiot! Hahahaha!"
The white parents are old and open-mouthed, speechless.
Yu Qingzi's sages laughed, and the Guanglingzi sages on the side laughed louder. Throughout the Taihua Mountain, only three peaks came here. In addition to these two people, the first star of the Stars touched the beard, a fairy-skinned bone, and did not ask the world. All eyes are appreciative.
Luo gradually cleared himself and did not boast. He took a ritual and smiled: "In this case, the disciple will temporarily retreat."
"And slow!"
In the stands, I saw a man with a strong body suddenly stood up. His eyes were sharp and sharp, condensed in a line, staring at Luo gradually. Luo gradually cleared his lips and gradually dissipated. The two men looked at each other for a long time. The man arched his hand: "In the lower Yunjia Yunrong, ranking first. I heard that Luo Daoyou took care of the girl in the Valley of the Flames. I want to ask for advice from Luo Daoyou today!"
As soon as the voice fell, this Yunrong flew to the platform. When he landed, he was very light and did not make a little noise. The general gaze of the eagle always stared at Luo’s body, and the latter slowly became alert.
Before the First World War in the Valley of the Flames, the most outstanding people in the young generation of Xuantian mainland were four people.
The sorcerer's rumored sorcerer, the singer, the singer, the singer, the singer, the singer, the singer, the singer, the white singer, the singer, the singer, the singer
These four people are more than twenty years old than Luo, and they have practiced more than twenty years. There are gaps in these two decades. Although the world knows that Luo gradually clears the roots of the only surviving under the sun, but also thinks that Luo gradually clears them less than the four of them. They are the top forces of the younger generation of Xuantian. It is called "Xuantian Four Jie".
Until the battle of the Valley of the Flames, Luo gradually cleared an enemy three, and there were also Susu in the opponent, and the descendants of the Mohist sinners, Mo Qiu, were born, and they became the myth after the Valley of the Flames. Many monks were very sorry when they heard that they might die in the Valley of the Flames, but now they are in good condition, which adds a mystery to their legend.
Yun Rong is not Bai Qi. He entered the Yuan Ying period as early as eight years ago. He is not at the bottom of the "Xuan Tian Si Jie". It is said that Bai Qi also had a fight with Yun Rong. Even the guns were not pulled out and they were lost to Yun Rong.
Yunrong stood on the platform and handed the ball: "Please also be careful with Luo Daoyou."
Luo gradually cleared a smile, dagger: "Please!"
boom!
Luo gradually cleared the voice, but saw the world in front of his eyes bursting. The disciples in the audience disappeared, and the elders in front of the Lingyun Temple never saw it again. The majestic Taihua Mountain suddenly shattered. The sky was red, and the dark clouds were condensed. The silver electric snake continued to surge in the thick lead clouds.
Luo gradually felt the pain of his body uploading. His left hand seemed to be placed in the magma. There was no spiritual power, the meridians were broken, the blood wet his eyes, and even the breath was strong. Bloody smell. The body involuntarily trembled, Luo gradually found out that ... his repair suddenly fell back to the late Jin Dan.
The wind screamed and screamed from his ear. Luo gradually dared not look up, but heard a loud voice: "Brother, you kill countless. Brother Luo, I will call you the last brother again today. You have broken into The Magic Road has also ruined the two brothers and the six brothers. It can be said that the heavens are inconvenient and the big ones are rebellious. If you are willing to settle yourself on this broken cliff today, then in the past brothers and brothers, I can give to the friends. Please order, leave you a whole body."
Luo gradually raised his head slowly and suddenly saw a group of people.
Hundreds of monks were encircled in front of him, each taking out his own magic weapon and glaring at him. The person headed, wearing the white robe of Taihua Mountain, the jade card of the disciple of Yufengfeng at the waist, looks mournful, looks like a big righteousness, holding a sword in his hand.
The sword, sharp and sharp, has not been sheathed, and it makes the world tremble.
Luo gradually looked at the sword blankly, and did not speak for a long time.
Li Xiuchen said again: "Luo gradually clears, are you still stubborn?"
Luo gradually moved his eyes up and looked at him.
This handsome and elegant face has long been stained with blood, but the long narrow phoenix can still see the old style. Luo Qingqing's green robe hunted and danced in the wind, behind him was a cliff of eternal love, but in front of him was the right person who chased him for ten days and ten nights. He looked at it at a loss, his lips twitching, but his throat was blocked by a huge stone and could not be opened.
Li Xiuchen picked up his eyes and suddenly pulled out the sword.
When the sword came out of the sheath, the wind stopped, and the swords lighted up, and it was terrible.
Li Xiuchen pointed out that Luo gradually cleared, and sighed: "If this is the case, then Luo gradually clears, and I am ruthless. If you still have a trace of humanity, you should be self-disrupted, and you don't have to dirty the mysterious sword that Master gave me!

"Why... is this sword?" The hoarse voice rang from the gradually clearing throat.
Li Xiuchen said: "Master is worried that I can't subdue you. I will give this sword to me!"
Luo gradually felt like he was thrown into the ice of a thousand years, his heart was iced a little bit, every breath seemed to into the blood, his eyes were blood red, and the endless desperate in his heart was Endless darkness, only the last light.
He muttered and said firmly: "He wants you to... kill me!"
Li Xiuchen suddenly had a meal and hesitated for a moment. He said: "Master has words, see the sword as a person, and after you have self-contained, I will naturally bring your body back back to Master, let him know that you have self-discipline, no more humiliation. The face of my Taihua Mountain Yufeng Peak!"
"Li Xiuchen!"
"Oh--", the final light also disappeared in an instant. Luo gradually cleared the last voice, and the chasing sword in his hand had already been broken into two sections. Holding the last broken sword, Luo gradually rushed to Li Xiuchen. His body has reached the point of sudden death, but all physical pain is not comparable to the wound in the heart!
A big sorrow, no more than a heart!
Forty years of mentoring and friendship, more than forty years of getting along!
He hid that person in his heart, and he made the best Taihuashan first for the rituals that the man obeyed! He is never himself. He is only the master of all the teachers and sisters of Taihua Mountain. He is a perfect Taihuashan first apprentice. He is the apprentice of his mysterious son.
Do not! He is no longer an apprentice of that person.
Until now, that person is going to kill him.
The pain in the heart is flooding, and Luo is gradually swallowed up. His heart has been broken into thousands of pieces, blood flowing in his eyes, his last thought of living, his only hope of survival for more than 40 years, but to become a disciple of that person, to be able to observe etiquette Look at him. And now, what is he getting?
Heartbreaking, willing to die!
When Luo gradually rushed to Li Xiuchen, he suddenly threw the chasing in his hand.
The chasing sword sent a panicked sword, but Luo gradually cleared but never wanted to hold it.
Chasing the sound, he has been chasing for so many years, he has been tired. He was too tired to lift his fingers. He was too tired to speak, and he was too tired to chase. What is chasing? Since it will never catch up, since it is destined to be abandoned by this person, what else does it have to do?
The sword spirit of Xuan Lingjian did not hesitate. Under the leadership of Li Xiuchen, he suddenly stabbed the chest of Luo Qingqing.
Luo gradually cleared his mouth, and he smiled and licked his lips and slowly closed his eyes. The sword touched his skin, cold and ruthless, and the thorns gradually cleared and chilled. There were so many pictures flashed in front of his eyes. When he was a child, he fell asleep in the arms of that person. When he grew up, he was severely taught by that person. The man gradually alienated him. He hid in his bamboo house and looked at the person carefully. Teach Li Xiuchen.
Sword, a little bit of piercing.
The sound of flesh and blood broke loudly at this moment.
"Don't fall off the face of my jade peak."
"You are my master of Taihuashan. If you don't practice hard, how can you lead your younger brother and sister!"
"You are so complacent about this kind of achievement? Gradually, you really disappointed the teacher."
......
"... gradually clear, you have to be careful."
In the last sentence, the voice is soft and soft, seemingly suppressing the strong feelings, and straight into the ear.
Luo gradually cleared his eyes, and now the black spirit sword has stabbed a half inch. Li Xiuchen’s face was like a evil spirit. When he saw Luo gradually awake, he swayed five claws and rushed toward Luo gradually clearing, but Luo gradually cleared his eyebrows but his blue light was a masterpiece. A four-petal lotus flower slowly emerged.
The next moment, the intact frost-fighting sword appeared in the hands of Luo gradually cleared.
"This is my heart, but this life is different! Give me a break!"
On the frosty sword, the sword was shining, and a beautiful Qinglian suddenly burst into bloom, mixed with the majestic spiritual power, and stabbed Li Xichen. Li Xiuchen screamed and turned into nothingness, and the cold wind and sorrowful cliffs disappeared at this moment.
Luo gradually cleared his eyes and returned to the fight platform. In front of him, Yun Rong spit blood, face like gold paper, squatting backwards. No one can believe that this sturdy brawny is actually a talented illusionist!
Although Yunrong has the swordsmanship to cultivate the Yunjia, his spiritual power is inherently huge. The reason why Baiqi did not even pull out the guns was to be defeated by Yunrong, because he was caught in the cloud at the beginning of the fight. In the illusion of glory.
Yunrong’s body trembled slightly. He wiped his lips and hoarsely:
You clearly have my fantasy, why...

Luo gradually clears a little blood on his chest. Although the sword that pierces the heart is only a fantasy, as long as Luo gradually clears the letter, it can be reflected in reality. This is Yunrong's unique trick "four fantasy shadow kill".
Luo gradually cleared the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Yunrong solemnly. "Because, some things are really different."
This time, Luo gradually cleared his hand and took out the frost floating sword, looking seriously at the opponent in front of him. He sighed and said: "Thank you for letting me see some things buried in my heart, but also make my heart more stable. You are a respectable opponent, but also let me pull the sword and defeat you.

As soon as the voice fell, the sword that shocked the world suddenly waved to Yunrong. Jianying formed a blue lotus in the air, seemingly gentle and moving, but hiding the horrible murder. Then Yunrong immediately pulled out his own sword and fought off, using the "Fengfeng Shenyu" ", but still spit blood, and flew out than the bucket.
On the stage, Luo gradually stood proudly, and his posture was long and clear. He just stood quietly, but he held his breath.
I saw him gently swinging his sword, and a deep sword mark appeared on the hard platform. Luo gradually lifted his throat, his eyes, his voice