The black sword is called Dongyou.

The sword intent is like a dragon slashing down in the sky.

The corpse-faced dragon was in a trance for a moment, as if the time in front of him turned back to the day when the disaster was encountered hundreds of years ago. The same scene was so similar.

The silence of the bone sickle suddenly surged, and the eyes of the corpse-faced dragon Yin Hong were swallowed up by the fierceness in an instant. It endured and hiding for a hundred years, and was accompanied by flesh and bones all day long. How could it be defeated again and endured the silence of a hundred years?

The pale and twisted face became more and more ferocious, and he vowed to use the blood in this crazy boy's heart to fade away the dragon!

Chang Xi began to run, and a strand of golden blood next to his scarlet thin lips had never been wiped away, with the ferocious and fierceness that was not inferior to the corpse-faced dragon. The black hair and black fur flew in the cold wind of early winter, and the sword fingers in the sleeves were buckled lightly. Yuehong's sword body trembled slightly in the distance and quietly unsheathed.

The evil dragon's magical powers were all revealed in the human face, like a hoarse roar of gold and iron attacks, and the loud sword sounded across the sky, the bones of the arms turned into invisible, and the thick dragon's tail crushed the flat ground in the valley into a broken river.

One man, one sword, one dragon collided with a loud bang.

The scary clan pattern on his face and the green snails beside him looked at the valley full of scars and gullies from afar. The black cumulus clouds above the valley were shattered by the corpse qi and sword intent. The sunlight shone through the gap and shines thousands of feet of light, which is a scene that has not appeared in the Burying River for hundreds of years.

Biluo's heart was far less peaceful than her apparent calmness.

Previously, she saw a fortune from a distance by taking the dragon but fell here. The secret technique of taking fortune from the Witch God Valley in the southern border has always been passed down by women but not men. All the masters of the valley were the most prosperous witches. As a close disciple who had high expectations for the valley master, if she wanted to take over the witch's mantle from her master, she had to convince the crowd with her supreme luck.

The rough man picked up his arms, and his expression, which was originally full of relaxed and freehand painting, had long disappeared. Whether it was because of nervousness or inexplicable awe, his hand holding his arms tightly felt a little harder and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to take this man's luck?"

Biluo, who has always been decisive and not inferior to men, rarely hesitated.

The black fox fur man fighting head-on with a corpse-faced dragon in the valley was the only one who saw the golden and blue weather in her life. The shadows of dragons and phoenixes intertwined and reflected the beauty. She almost became intoxicated by a few more glances.

The tribal totems of dragons and phoenixes have never appeared in various sects and sects in southern Xinjiang, and no one can control these two noble bloodlines.

Biluo had no doubt that if she could really seize the luck of this black fox man, even if it was just a little bit, it would be enough to make her and even the Wushen Valley where she belonged to dominate southern Xinjiang.

Seizing luck is not only a time-consuming and laborious technical skill, but also requires extremely technical skills. It also has extremely strict requirements on the basic requirements of the person who seizes luck. It is not as easy and freehand as described in third-rate novels in the market stalls. If the degree of luck between the spell caster and the person who is seized is too different, the spell caster will be the first to be retaliated by the way of heaven.

There is never a free lunch in the world.

The witch, who had no clan patterns on her face, had a bad face when she was still in trouble, faced the rough man beside her who was destined to protect her for the rest of her life, shook her head gently.

The rough man with a completely inconsistent personality and name smiled helplessly. The black fox fur sword cultivator was really fierce and fierce. He took his life with a move. Even from such a distance, the cold sword intent seemed to be able to be cut into his face and felt a hidden pain. He asked himself, the sword cultivator who could be equal to the tyrannical corpse-faced dragon who was tyrannical was something he could never afford to provoke.

Biluo suddenly moved, his eyes tightly bit the black fox fur sword cultivator.

The golden and blue pillars of the weather on his head became more and more solid, and the phoenix shadows flying around the pillars were already in reality.

"It's time to leave."

She vaguely saw the result when she stroked her black hair in her ear.

A man and a woman in Wushen Valley who had not been infected with karma on her hands disappeared from the top of the mountain.

The corpse-faced dragon's arms were broken, and the tail that was still trembling was still a hundred feet away.

The man with black fox fur's chest collapsed and his body was covered with bruises, and his bones could be seen.

Chang Xi suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and shouted inexplicably: "Did you see clearly? This is how the fight is. Like you are so cowardly, who do you think you can beat?!"

The corpse-faced dragon was distracted and was still hideous because the man was not talking to it.

The man in the black fox fur staggered, but the sword aura he stepped out was still steady. He rushed towards the corpse-faced dragon again with the roar of winter thunder. This was his last run.

The man in the black fox fur shouted with blood in his mouth: "Look, Chang Xi!"

The spiritual power and energy are rushing like a flood, and the spirit reaches its peak again.

The roaring sounded like thunder was spreading across the body in an instant.

The long-established curved sword finger burst straight in an instant.

The sword intent soared into the sky, and the black fox fur fur sounded.

The hands that had been hidden in the sleeves were finally revealed.

Draw a circle on each left and right and embrace the bird on the chest, and the Yin and Yang Pisces are swimming in front of you.

The sword was stained with blood, and the bells in the Niwan Palace were ringing loudly.

Yuehong and cave You shot out from both sides of Chang Xi, and the sword intent broke through the sky and passed through the dragon in an instant.

Swallow returns to the dragon!

Yuehong and Dongyou exhausted their last spiritual power and fell into the dust. Golden blood dripped at their fingertips. Chang Xi slowly withdrew his sword finger and was unable to kneel on the ground. The corpse-faced dragon was still not dead due to this severe injury. The tail of the dragon, which was twisting and only half of the remaining dragon continued to pounce.

Chang Xi's face was free from sorrow or joy, and he was obeyed by fate.

In his eyes, the silver cross star disappeared, and his breath fell back to the half-step of the golden elixir.

He was not afraid, he could feel that destiny was behind him.

The ferocious face of the corpse-faced dragon, whose body was trembling and stopped, finally changed.

Nine wings spread out in the sky, and the beautiful Qingluan Divine Boat, the size of a mountain, crashed into the black sea of ​​clouds above its head and soared in the sky. Several figures on the bow of the boat jumped down into the air.

Short-haired Chen Lu took the lead with a sword in front of her, glanced at the sweetheart of the junior sister whom she had never met before. Even though he had a vicious look, he couldn't help but secretly praised him in his heart.

The powerful pressure of his Nascent Soul Realm, who was ranked fifth in the back mountain disciple, came with a sudden arrival, which was no less than the peak period of the Corpse-Faced Dragon. The Corpse-Faced Dragon, which was severely injured by Chang Xi's two-style kills, was quickly punished. Yin Hong's eyes were full of reluctance and gradually extinguished.

The evil dragon will never turn into a dragon.

Seeing Chang Xi kneeling with blood all over his body, Xin Tong's phoenix tree fell silently to the ground, and ripples in her beautiful eyes kept staggering. She stretched out her hand to wipe away the blood on her heart, but stopped tremblingly, afraid that it would hurt him.

Chang Xi slowly raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said softly that he didn't know what he said. Xin Tong could no longer stop crying when he heard this, and threw herself on his chest and cried wildly.

Yu Han picked up two long swords, one black and one white, and looked carefully at the handsome man who held the veritable queen in the back mountain in his arms, his beautiful eyes shining brightly.

Yu Han put two swords in front of Chang Xi, smiling at Chang Xi, who had only heard of his name before, said: "Half-step Golden Dan Realm, small Vajra's body, and the two swords of the newborn spiritual consciousness, well... it's still a sloppy."

Chang Xi gave a blank hand to pay respect to the two disciples of the back mountain who were as breath as a sea. They did not hold their own identities and returned the gift with a smile.

Tianhuang and Xiaoyao, a pair of golden boys and jade girls, cheered and jumped all the way. Aying, who had grown most of the golden feathers again, fell on Chang Xi's shoulders, and was met with the two mistresses in a black dress. Xin Tong, who had always been sparse in temperament, was teased and laughed by two naughty and cute dolls and Aying, who was very human.

Xin Tong leaned against her lover's warm chest and asked softly: "Come back to Qingyun?"

Chang Xi sniffed the faint fragrance of virginity in his nose and smiled: "Of course I have to go back, but I was entrusted by someone before, and I still have to go to pick up the agave and return to Chengfu, Yaocheng."

Chang Xi stood up and looked at the stable breath of the monk Jueming but still not awake. He was about to wake up but was pulled by Chen Lu beside him.

Chen Lu shook her head and said in a deep voice: "This little monk is in an enlightenment. Don't touch it, otherwise this great opportunity will be cut off."

Chang Xi immediately retracted his palm and pondered for a moment and asked, "How long will it take for him to wake up?"

Yu Han interrupted, "Maybe it's a breath, maybe it's a quarter of an hour, maybe it's a day, a month, and an epiphany is an extremely rare opportunity, and it's hard to say."

"Since that's the case, then that's it."

Chen Lu drew out the long sword with his backhand, and drew a circle to the tip of the sword to bring the little monk into it.

Withdrawing the sword and returning to the sheath, Chen Lu said calmly: "There are no powerful monsters in the Burying Bone River. I draw a circle with the prohibition. Anyone with malicious intentions cannot enter the circle. Let him understand it here."

Chang Xi nodded, and saw the torn robes worn by the little monk on his shoulders, his heart trembled.

"Wait for me a little bit."

Chang Xi sat cross-legged beside the little monk and took out a carefully wrapped sewing bag. The needles and threads he often used to sew summer clothes and winter clothes for himself on the road to seeking immortality for 20,000 miles.

The needle and thread pass through the cassock, and the needle and needle walk carefully.

He smiled. After practicing sword for a long time, the needlework was also very beneficial, but he was much more familiar than before. The needlework outlines carefully wandered around, and the fine stitches weaved the fiery red robes together again.

I don't know if it was a trance or an illusion, Chang Xi felt that the figure of an old monk with a Buddha's light seemed to be on the cassock, and he bowed to him with kindness.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but he disappeared.

Xin Tong had gentle and infatuated faces, Chen Lu and Yu Han had a slight head, and the eyes of looking at Chang Xi were already very different.
Chapter completed!