Liu Songtao raised his arm and lifted the sword, and gently wiped the sword with the fingers of the other hand, with a determined look in his eyes.
Luoyang in the city broke off a dragon's beard from a fish dragon, twisted her fingers lightly, and the dragon's beard wrapped around her arm. Obviously, even she didn't have much confidence to block the sword with her bare hands. At this moment, a man brazenly disturbed the situation and appeared at the end of the street where Liu Songtao was standing. He rushed into the city, saw the monk in gray and slowed down, walked forward slowly, stopped ten feet away, and said with a sneer: " Is it really Liu Songtao, the leader of the Demon Cult? Why is he living longer and returning, what kind of hero is he when he competes with a woman?"
Liu Songtao, who originally didn't want to ignore the uninvited guests, turned his head. The young son had an inexplicable romantic charm. What's the matter, why are the great talents springing up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, so that the streets are full of worthless? Although this white-headed young man crossed the threshold of celestial phenomena under the guise of a femininity, he could not be called genuine, but if his own foundation is not good, how can a small pond accommodate a river of floods? The man behind the white-headed young man should not be underestimated. In addition to the Wudang Taoist who spoke out by the river, Liu Songtao couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Taking fifty people, I am afraid that there is no chance of winning in the rivers and lakes I was in back then. With a sword in his hand, Liu Songtao was ready to strike, the sword intent was surging, and the sea of energy was surging around his body, but he was still forcibly suppressed by him, and smiled at the young man: "It's not easy to have this kind of ability at a young age, Liu Songtao A real gentleman who is not as knowledgeable as you today, watching chess without speaking, it’s okay for you to watch the battle. If you intervene, don’t blame Liu for pointing at you with his sword. It is already on the verge of collapse, so don't be arrogant, it will make things worse at this time, I'm afraid it will never return to the sky in this life... "
Before he could finish speaking, Liu Songtao's majestic sword intent disappeared in an instant, and there was no movement of Liu Songtao, but the sword in his hand was like a river going east, and the ground shook the city for a long time, making the people in the city mistakenly think that the underground stinging dragon was causing trouble. Earthquake, each escaped from the house to a flat place.
Twenty feet away, Luoyang was pierced by a sword.
Liu Songtao just handed out a sword, but he aged ten years in the blink of an eye.
Liu Songtao hadn't made a single sword a hundred years ago, and he might be the loneliest old sword fairy in the Jianghu. A hundred years later, when he came this evening with a sword, he could destroy mountains. Liu Songtao was neither sad nor happy, but looked at the woman in white who would stand at the top of the rivers and lakes a hundred years later, and then he let out a surprise, "Could it be that you are the one with the left side of your heart."
Luo Yang stood up from the ruins and said with a sneer, "It's my turn."
Liu Songtao glanced at the white-haired young man, then turned to look at the female devil who had shaken Beimang's government twice, shook his head and sighed: "Same disease and pity for each other. One has to rely on heresy ways to steal cultivation, and the other uses foreign vitality to renew his life. It is a helpless act of tampering with one's life. Your life is not long, and you fight with me again and again. Even if you can stop me Liu Songtao for three hundred miles, in the end, you will die soon after an old man who has lived for more than two years. Why bother?"
The person who came was naturally the mediocre Xu Fengnian. After jumping on the top of the city, he stopped to look at it from a distance. At first, he had absolutely no intention of interfering. For fear of missing out on this battle, not to mention the once-in-a-hundred-year encounter, after all, there is the old man in sheepskin fur and Wang Xianzhi in front of the battle in Donghai, and the two demon cult leaders are fighting each other. It was a rare battle in the past few decades, but the so-called white-clothed man in Zhulu Mountain in the letter, how could he expect that it would be the Luoyang girl who died in the Longbi River trough in Beimang! When he was close to the city wall, Xu Fengnian knew that Luoyang had noticed the yin thing with the same mind, stretching out his head and retracting his head was also a knife, so Xu Fengnian simply stopped running away, a strange coincidence, when he saw Liu Songtao strike with a sword, he was a little scared . While jumping down from the top of the wall in a hurry, he bolstered himself up. Anyway, there is a half-hearted celestial phenomenon around him, so he can join in the fun and say a word of conscience to the old leader, so he won't be slaughtered on the spot, right? You, Liu Songtao, are the leader of the Demon Cult, and you are busy competing with the whole world. Why do you have to feel sorry for us, who don't mix the rivers and lakes? Isn't that the reason? Besides, I'm used to living a miserable life of rats crossing the street in Beimang, once the wind blows hard, we're not slow to run.
Luoyang, who was walking straight ahead, didn't even look at Xu Fengnian, letting his winking eyes be thrown to the blind man for nothing. If Luoyang was the woman who could be deduced by common sense, she would not be Luoyang. Even the weather-beaten Liu Songtao also felt a little puzzled, this woman obviously didn't need to die, she was too lazy to decide whether to win or lose, so should she directly decide whether to live or die? Liu Songtao raised his head and laughed loudly, feeling as happy as finally meeting his confidant after a hundred years, tearing off the only remaining sleeve, and holding the second sword in his hand. I don't know if it is due to the simultaneous existence of the sword fairy, the demon head, and the yin. The heaven and the man are induced, and the vision is attracted. The sky seems to be scattered with some snowflakes.
Can you drink a sword
Liu Songtao is like ten years of life in exchange for a sword.
It's just that compared to the first sword, this time even Xu Fengnian felt that there was a suspicion that he was going all out and then weakening. The next moment Xu Fengnian had no time to yell, no wonder Liu Songtao was slack in this sword. Zhang then turned the tip of the sword and stabbed at him quickly. Yuan Zuozong started earlier than Xu Fengnian, who was finally pointed at by the tip of the sword, grabbed a wooden stick from the street to make a spear, and strode forward. The speed was faster than thunder, Xu Fengnian's twelve gifted swords were destroyed by Han Diao Temple, but it was no problem to build a sword formation and thunder pool, and the sword energy was strong within three feet in front of him. The invisible clothes sword has been broken to imply an insurmountable thunder pool, and the flying sword ding ding dong dong scurrying wildly for a while, Xu Fengnian's mood stopped, and he raised his hand to shake Kunlun. Sliding back and forth, the chaotic sword energy was like countless ice picks, smashing hard on the face, and the flying sword kept hitting the Yijian, who had never seen his real body. Xu Fengnian still retreated again and again. The sword in exchange for life can be said to have caused Xu Fengnian a lot of suffering.
Fortunately, Yuan Zuozong held sticks in both hands, and swung them down simply.
In front of Yuan Zuozong's eyes, a big pit exploded on the ground, with sawdust and clothes scraps in it.
The Yijian was destroyed, Xu Fengnian stood still and stretched out his finger to wipe away the blood stained by the fierce sword energy.
Liu Songtao, who wanted to change people to kill him on the spur of the moment, was also uncomfortable. He exchanged kicks with Luoyang. Luoyang's figure never retreated. Fluttering got up, Luoyang was like a gangrene, Liu Songtao just stabilized, he gave her a sweeping arm, his body was a few feet off the ground, before he flew sideways, Luoyang stepped on his abdomen again, directly breaking the kite string Another seven or eight feet away, this time Liu Songtao didn't fall, he just touched the water a few times with his toes in the air, and landed lightly on the edge of the ravine, with one wrong step and one wrong step, there was a tendency to accidentally lose everything. Pushing out with a palm, Liu Songtao's expression was concentrated, and he leaned back, dodging the nail of Luoyang's flying sword that fell in the palm of his hand. Luoyang changed his palm and elbow, and often knocked Liu Songtao to the ground. With one kick, Liu Songtao hit a far wall directly. When he stood up from the dust, shocking black blood oozes from the corner of his mouth. A sinister flying sword was inserted into his body from behind, Liu Songtao looked at the scheming white-headed young man, and said with a tusk: "Good means, it should be the word of consonance, at the moment of life and death, I don't forget to borrow the sword once, stop the sword once, All are wonderful to the peak. Sure enough, Liu's sword against you was not in vain."
Not only did Liu Songtao not have any anger on his face, but he was a little joyful. He gently threw the transparent flying sword back to Xu Fengnian, "It is not easy to raise a sword fetus. Wei Cao can't be called a sword fairy. Sui Xie, who was as young as you at the time, Gu is not vulgar, but it is a pity that Liu does not know whether Sui is dead or alive, otherwise you can learn swords from him. Ordinary martial arts people believe in Wu Wu Er, and they are afraid of being trampled on the head. But masters of swordsmanship are not afraid of being overtaken by younger generations, but they are only afraid that the inheritance of swordsmanship will not be as good as the next generation. Kid, what's your name?"
Xu Fengnian asked cautiously: "Sui Xiegu, do you like eating swords?"
Liu Songtao nodded with a smile, "That boy threatened to ask all the strongest players in the world and eat the best swords in the world. When I retreated to practice swords, it was this defeated general who became more frustrated and braver who guarded the test for me."
Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, "Old man Sui has a big hatred against me, but the grievances are clear, and he also has a kindness for me."
Liu Songtao waved his hand, "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."
Luo Yang glanced at Xu Fengnian, who immediately fell silent.
Luo Yang flicked his fingers lightly, and an object flew towards Liu Songtao. The latter took the object with a complicated expression, and asked softly, "It's you? How is it possible?"
Luo Yang was expressionless.
Liu Songtao, who was already planning to fight to the death, sighed, bounced back the object, his eyes were strange, "Even if I saw it, it's not that person anymore."
Luo Yang's expression remained indifferent, "There's nothing else, just get out."
Liu Songtao burst out laughing, and then disappeared in a flash. When he left the city to the east, the devil who caused a bloody storm a hundred years ago said to himself: "So there are people who are more idiotic than me."
Luo Yang smiled subtly, staring at Xu Fengnian, "Woman?"
You really hold a grudge, why don't you say that I took Liu Songtao's sword for you for no reason
Xu Fengnian was thinking about how to run away, Luoyang had already opened his mouth and said with a smile: "The sword of the Yellow River, the little girl will remember it in her heart."
Xu Fengnian immediately shuddered when he heard the word "little girl".
Unexpectedly, the Northern Mang female devil looked down, stretched out her hand to cover her heart, and laughed at herself, "Where did the heart come from?"