The moment the erected fingers of the sword wine song were put down, Bai Luofeng, who was buried in the soil, slapped his big hand to the ground, and his body rose with it, his long arm was one, and Mo Ming, who was not far away, was summoned, and drew an arc out of thin air and returned to his hand.

Bai Luofeng didn't say anything more, and the sword went straight towards the sword wine song with his back to him, and the next moment he killed the defenseless old man under the sword.

However, the two fingers behind the sword wine song accurately clamped the tip of the sword, and Bai Luofeng suddenly felt that the ink in his hand could not be further advanced no matter what!

The old man ignored it at all, and with a flick of his two fingers, Bai Luofeng suddenly felt that his arms and shoulders were about to be torn apart, even though he used his other hand to suppress his right hand, but he still couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, and Mo Ming immediately detached from his five fingers.

After a while, Bai Luofeng rose from the ground and raised his head, his face full of surprise: "You, don't cultivate the five elements!?"

When he had not practiced his internal qi to the current state, Bai Luofeng always thought that the peerless sword skills of Sword Wine Song, who stood alone in the world, were because of the exquisite use of the five elements, but his own cultivation was not enough to spy on the subtleties.

But Fang Cai Jian Jiu Ge easily flicked his fingers, and did not release any internal qi at all, otherwise with the rigidity of Mo Ming, the scene would never have been so calm.

Bai Luofeng tried his best to calm the sharp pain on his arm, looked at the back of Jian Jiu Ge, and suddenly felt so unreachable: "Could it be that you have already achieved the Tao of Yin and Yang?"

"Hehe, don't compare me to the bald donkey. Jian Jiuge shook the wine gourd and turned slowly, and his cloudy old eyes flashed with disdain: "I'm not as rigid as those old bones." ”

"Hmph, people who practice martial arts in the world all cultivate the five elements of internal qi, and only half a step for an immortal can first grasp the yin and yang qi. Bai Luofeng held the sword and went up again, "I don't believe that your old immortal can go beyond the three definitions!"

The old man seemed to be dizzy with old eyes, and he squinted at the white Luofeng who was attacking wildly, and his immovable figure seemed to be unshakable since the beginning of heaven and earth.

Still playing the command room, Mo Ming was still restrained and could not move, and in the messy silver hair on the forehead and temples of Jian Jiuge, contempt and slight anger appeared in his eyes: "If that's all you have to do, let's honestly go back and guard the tomb for Yang Qinglian!"

"Do you think I haven't done anything in the past four years?" Bai Luofeng showed a ruthless look, "Don't blame me if you're dead!"

The moment he breathed, Mo Ming suddenly overflowed with a wave of ghostly energy, and swallowed it along the bits and pieces of the contact of the sword and wine song.

Jian Jiuge didn't expect Bai Luofeng to leave this hand, and hurriedly turned the sword head of his fingertips in surprise, and Bai Luofeng, who was holding the sword, was thrown aside by the unstoppable force on the sword.

"Although I haven't attained enlightenment, I have been infected with yin qi with the ink and the strange sword, boy, a little progressive. Jian Jiu Ge showed a little satisfaction, his arm that looked as thin as a withered rod flicked at will, and the remnant soul and ghost that was wrapped around it and intended to take away his body were immediately torn apart and disappeared, and he was still calm and light in his clothes.

"I'm not just that!" Bai Luofeng unloaded all the burdens on the sword and rearranged the formation, the sky was eclipsed between the old man's words, and the thick dead qi gushed out from the ink and transformed into nine swimming dragons, intertwining and intertwining with each other, and the creatures in his pass were depleted and weathered.

"Oh, you've mastered such a situation?" In Sword Wine's eyes, the color of the entire world seemed to be sucked away, and it was all gray and decaying, but he didn't show any fear at all.

"The sword crosses the gate of heaven!"

Facing the menacing black dragon, the old man only stretched out his original index finger and swiped away, and an invisible wind comparable to a cloud-piercing arrow broke the center of the Nine Dragons glued out of a one-day hollow track. Don't think this is the end, the indomitable majesty of the dragon actually slowed down, and the black smoke that composed them seemed to be being pulled away, following the direction pointed by the sword wine song and the dragon body.

By the time the dragon's head reached the sword target, it had already disintegrated to the point where a breeze could blow it away.

Jian Jiu Ge was full of pride, puffed up a breath to disperse the weak and unwinded lonely soul, and when he was about to say another sarcastic sarcasm to Bai Luofeng, the cold light of Mo Ming pierced through the smoke that had not had time to completely dissipate, without any excessive fancy, and stabbed directly at the opponent's face.

Jian Jiuge blamed himself for being careless, his middle finger and index finger immediately came together, and he used the back of his fingers to hit the sword to avoid the surprise attack. But Bai Luofeng didn't give him a chance to breathe, and took advantage of the short time when he was pushed away by his fingers, suddenly took out another hand and rushed to the old man's chest mercilessly.

When he was about to touch it, Jian Jiuge had to be on guard, and he also poked Bai Luofeng's palm with his other hand. But at the moment of collision, he noticed that the palm blow was different, and he dodged sideways for the first time.

When the two opened up the distance, Jian Jiuge looked back at Bai Luofeng's palm, and found that the lush forest behind him was bald, and he couldn't help but be angry, pointing at Bai Luofeng and scolding: "You kid, you really plan to kill the killer?!"

"Heh, aren't you okay? Bai Luofeng didn't think so, but the palm that hid the back * sword was burned by Fang Cai's counterattack, when he calmed down the dark wound, the sword and the arm and shoulder and chest were as flat as a line, pointing directly at the sword and wine song, and his eyes were sharp and sharp: "I don't know if you can still be unharmed like this?"

As soon as the voice fell, a lot of black gas came out of the land in the forest, like a very thin snake slowly rising and finally gathering towards Bai Luofeng, which was the dead yin qi left after the death of countless creatures in this place for a hundred years, and it was all called to the world because of Mo Ming at this moment.

Who would have known that this ubiquitous place was turned into yin and yang, and the land was full of green under the calves of the white phoenix, and the trees above it seemed to be withered and yellow in early autumn.

Jian Jiuge didn't take into account the surrounding wonders, he looked at Bai Luofeng who was rushing in the mountains and seas, and vaguely saw that the blood of slaughtering the world was immortal, and he could compare with himself one or two enemies and friends, and the smile on his old face became more and more satisfied and bright:

Without a trace, your vision has always been right, whether it is forging swords or picking people. This kid was only because of my one-trick teachings to realize the unbreakable sword way, and now the degree of collection and release of the ink is even more to the point of doing whatever he wants, and it seems that he has not been robbed of his heart, which is his own sword heart method, this son can be carved!

The old man didn't make any movements, but the surrounding grass and trees seemed to be endowed with aura and were being manipulated by others, and they were vigorously protecting him.

The wind swept the clouds, swallowed the mountains and rivers, and everything moved under the clear sky, and in the chaotic sandstorm, the old man who was weak and harmless before looked up to the sky and roared, and the arrogance in his words seemed to be a mayfly between heaven and earth.

"The world is the only one in the sword and the song, and the sword opens the yellow spring!"

(ps: Don't dare to be a eunuch, can't be a eunuch, update my fault slowly, break my fault, I can only express guilt, but I just want to tell a story, nothing else, that's all.) ）