"I didn't expect you to worship that demon as a teacher. The black-robed man who had reached the middle of the attack was slightly taken aback when he found Bai Luofeng's unique momentum, but he was even more excited: "Wanhua Valley is hiding devils and criminals, and the old man can only make this decision to eliminate the harm for the world, hahaha, if this news spreads, the old man will be famous again." ”

"Shameless!"

A long sword pierced through the sun, the cold wind blew up, and the blade cut through the air with a piercing sound, piercing through the palm of the black-robed man's oncoming hand, straight into his arm.

"How! how is it possible!" the black-robed man was incredulous, he expected that Mo Ming should have been torn apart at this time.

"Dao Qi?!What do you have to do with Gangzhiguan!" Bai Luofeng's wrist turned, and Mo Ming's sword peak entered another three points.

"Ahh

"What about the five elements of the Dao Qi Lord, Heaven and Earth!" The blood in the young man's pupils became heavier and heavier, and his left hand turned into a fist and attacked.

The black-robed man didn't care about the suffocating pain, and his right claw came up with a fist.

The fists and claws collided, but the young man's momentum retreated, and he gritted his teeth to hold back the blood spilling from his mouth.

The right bowl drew his sword out, the black-robed man's palm was bleeding nonstop, Bai Luofeng ignored the blood foam splashed on his face, Mo Ming slightly retracted and stabbed at the black-robed man's chest.

Just the slightest moment, the black-robed man's other claw suddenly emitted dark power, and the young man couldn't react, and his left fist couldn't withstand it and threw his whole body backwards.

The man was not satisfied with this, and when Bai Luofeng was about to be knocked away, he grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

The ink in Bai Luofeng's hand didn't have time to block the front body, and the black-robed man's palm had already hit his chest hard.

The young man spurted blood from his mouth, but in an instant, the hilt of his sword swept by, and then he could not stop slamming into the distant rock.

Mo Ming didn't touch the man, but he gave birth to a sharp sword aura.

At a distance of a few feet, the black-robed man was not strong enough, and Queen Cang jumped, and the sword qi followed.

The man's speed was no faster than the sword qi, but when he got a little luck, when the sword qi was about to touch him, he waved his arm, and the air in front of him suddenly exploded.

When the smoke cleared, I saw the man holding the stabbed hand, his legs slightly bent and crossed, the other hand covering his chest, and the blood dripping from his black face was dripping, but he still supported his body strongly.

He looked at the young man in the distance, and he still had palpitations with his last sword - the palm he received from Nalan Yanbei with his bare hands in order to poison him had already suffered some internal injuries, otherwise he would definitely not have almost died under the "Turning God Grass". And if it weren't for Bai Luofeng's shallow cultivation just now, as long as he was one point faster, he wouldn't be able to urge the Dao Qi to disturb the five elements in the air in front of him, producing an explosion that would eliminate ninety percent of the sword qi.

Is this the power of Mo Ming, can he raise the strength of a teenager to a level that rivals his own eight-point ability?

Gotta get it!

The black-robed old man had a strong greed in his heart, looking at Bai Luofeng, who couldn't move his face to the ground in the distance, and just wanted to calm down his qi and blood on the spot and then go to seize Mo Ming, he suddenly felt a surge in his chest, and his body couldn't help kneeling down on one knee and vomiting blood, and the cold light in his eyes shot at the half-dead young man: "This is not internal qi!"

"That's resentment!" The young man, who was originally weak, suddenly gained momentum again, slowly groped for the sword that fell beside him with one hand, inserted it into the soil with his backhand, and then put the other hand on the hilt of the sword, moved his lower body inch by inch by knee, and finally stood up with his head bowed.

Bai Luofeng had long since lost his human appearance, spitting out the blood in his mouth, not giving the other party a chance to breathe, the originally calm sword exuded a black aura at this moment, and the sword blade turned, and endless killing intent appeared in his eyes again.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of the young man's eyes, and his hair was messy, "That is the sword qi generated by the resentment of countless powerful ghosts under the Ten Thousand Evil Cliff!"

The young man raised his breath and went away, but the sword in his hand kept letting out the wails of the dead, and wisps of lonely souls and wild ghosts escaped from the sword and raged in the air.

"Evil is invincible, the old man will do the right thing for heaven today!" The black-robed man pulled out a pure silver sword out of thin air, and at this moment, it seemed that all the spiritual energy around the dry stone pool flowed towards the sword body that drew the sword, and the originally withered yellow land under his feet actually appeared with dots of tender green.

"Immortal Qi!" Bai Luofeng, who was leaping in the air, was taken aback, there were actually people in the world who really cultivated immortal qi, but then hatred and anger covered up the shock, "You are really a person from Gangzhiguan, and Gangzhiguan doesn't have a good dog!"

The young man was on the sword line, and thousands of ghosts behind him were like a tide, hugging forward with a resentful wail.

"This is the evil sword that the old man has cultivated with half of his cultivation!" the black-robed man waved his sword and stood up, "The old man is going to go out of your evil obstacle today!"

The two swords collided, and they were like dead leaves falling into the water without a single ripple, but suddenly the wind blew violently, and the sky above the head was full of dark clouds.

The group of ghosts rushed up like a tide, but they were less than a foot away from the black-robed man and were annihilated in the ethereal immortal aura, and the chilling cry resounded throughout the entire Extreme Heaven Peak.

"You can't fight me!" The black-robed man grinded his teeth, and his immortal aura kept rising.

The young man did not retreat at all, but he saw countless souls in the air with gray smoke forming a torrent of water pouring into his body,

The elephant of ten thousand ghosts!

The surprise in the eyes of the black-robed man was clear, and the dead air on the young man in front of him became heavier and heavier, the scarlet pupils were covered with a dark cloud for a moment, and the corners of the eyes were flooded with black silks, until finally the eyeballs in the eye sockets disappeared from time to time like skeletons that had taken off their skin, and the black-robed man's gaze seemed to be deep in it and could no longer move away!

That abyss-like fear hit his heart, and when the cold sweat finally cooled his sense, he found that countless resentful souls drilled out of the ink in Bai Luofeng's hand, and they were entangled along the sword body little by little to cover the immortal aura of the evil sword, and the huge mouth pounced on his arm.

He couldn't hold it anymore, let go of the sword in his hand, and hurriedly retracted his hand.

Mo Ming lost his hand and stabbed him in the left shoulder.

The black-robed man was in pain, and the extremely strong desire to survive at the moment of life and death made him raise his right hand and grasp the blade of the sword in pain, using the last trace of strength to pull out the ink with difficulty and quickly, and strive to swing it to the right.

Bai Luofeng had also reached the limit, and he could no longer take the strength of the black-robed man's last resistance, and retreated backwards again and again.

When he finally stopped and looked up, the man had fled.

"Boy, you will die without a place to bury in the future!"

The air was filled with the smell of blood and a vicious message.

Bai Luofeng was relieved, if he stalemate for a while, he would be the one who would die, but before he could recover his strength, his body immediately shook.

"Folding the wind!"

Bai Luofeng was pressed by Mo Ming, and raised his head with difficulty to find Nalan Zhifeng, and what he saw was indeed an empty dry stone pool.

With a bad premonition rising in his heart, he shook his head vigorously, and finally vaguely saw a pair of footprints left in the place where Nalan Folding Wind was originally located, and the tips of his toes happened to point directly at the dry stone pool. His mind suddenly remembered the name of the person Nalan Zhifeng had finally shouted, and it became clear in an instant.

Bai Luofeng hurriedly wanted to move to the dry stone pool, and kept silently reciting in his heart: "Breaking the wind, don't jump into the dry stone pool......

But before he could take the first step, a whirling sensation hit his brain, and he couldn't hold it anymore and broke off the hilt of his sword and fell.

In the haze, he seemed to see the demons running towards him.

"Master, it seems that you are really right, the powerful ghosts in the ink can't be called......"

(Guest officer, please stay, Xiao Er has something to say: This is the first time I write the rivers and lakes I yearn for according to my own ideas, no yy, no luck, no invincible.) I wanted to express such a sentence a long time ago: How can people make enemies so easily in the world, just like Cui Renzhu and Bai Luofeng, when they are out of the sheath, they do their best, and after drawing the sword, more of the victory and defeat have been divided, and our love is here. will not be unwilling to be unconvinced and will take revenge, such a person does not have much energy, and he will not live long.

I was fortunate enough to be asked why the people in the book love to drink and quarrel, so they are not very enthusiastic. Here I answer this question: I hope that everyone in my pen is an ordinary person, with joys, sorrows and desires, and does not have to be born to take the world as his own responsibility, because the rivers and lakes imagined by every boy are chic and casual.

One last word: a good story can make people feel that he is very attractive even if it is the opposite, and I have been working hard in this direction, and I hope you can feel in this book that these people live so open-mindedly. )