"Even dragons and phoenixes can be painted and written, you really shouldn't be mortal. Bai Luofeng looked up at the two divine beasts flying in the sea of clouds, even though they were composed of pen and ink and not natural dragons and phoenixes, they were still breathtaking.

The yellow dragon's purple light and golden scales are transmitted in all directions, and the clouds and fog are spitting out in the sky, and the roar is like a copper plate, as if it has been lying in a coil for thousands of years. And the colorful phoenix that follows next to it, its sound is like a flute sheng, the sound is like a bell and drum, a song is quiet, two songs are in the mountains and forests, and three songs are in the birds!

Bai Luofeng couldn't hold the sword anymore, because the yellow dragon passed through the clouds, and the dragon's head slowly approached him, and he could even clearly see the beard next to the mouth that was long and sky-long, and there was a pearl under the chin of the bright victory of the sun, and the two eyes of the dragon were like candles staring playfully at the small people on the hill.

It exhaled a breath of dragon breath playfully, and Bai Luofeng felt that he was facing the Empty Valley Hurricane, and immediately covered his face with his hand.

Seeing this, Xiangfeng also flapped its wings and descended behind Bai Luofeng, its feather wind destroyed the trees within a radius of ten miles, and the dusty Bai Luofeng was sandwiched between the two wind walls, and there was only room to bend down to avoid its edge.

"I'll ask you one last time, can you stop it!" Li Xiang's judgment in his hand was slow to fall.

"Is there still a way out for you and me?" Bai Luofeng, who was in the wind and waves, gritted his teeth and asked.

"Then you, stay here forever. "The pen finally fell.

The sound fell, the Xianglong and Caifeng spread their high flying at the same time, and quickly detoured after not being in the clouds, and the Yellow Dragon together, the clear sky exploded into a fierce thunder, and the electric light in the fangs was obscure;

Under the sea of clouds surging under the undercurrent, the originally smoky yin qi on the body of the Mo Ming Sword began to slowly dissipate, and Bai Luofeng had just escaped from the hundred resentful ghosts in the sword.

The electric python in Huang Long's mouth came in an instant.

The fiery serpents in the beak of the colorful phoenix followed.

Bai Luofeng seemed to be frozen in place, waiting for the next moment to disappear.

He didn't want to die.

But he will surely die!

A loud noise shattered the eardrums, thunder and fire leveled the hills, and the trees flew sand and rocks!

The dragon and phoenix are still high above, overlooking the dust and settled.

Heaven and earth are blurred, but there is a sword, hanging in the air!

"Luo Feng, do you want to be a teacher?" In the dust, a hoarse and old voice sounded, attracting all eyes.

I saw that in front of the dragon and phoenix, a turbid shadow faintly showed a few outlines, and as soon as his arm was closed, Mo Ming returned to his palm.

"Master!" Bai Luofeng heard the voice of a long time away, regardless of the life and death situation, he couldn't see the two beasts of Tianwei, stumbled to the feet of the man and knelt down, and when he looked up, he was already in tears.

"Blood without a trace! you still exist in the world!" Li Xianggao, who had just dodged in the distance, galloped closer, and actually recognized who it was, seeing that he was half transparent and completely black, and it was obviously a lonely soul form.

"The Cliff of Ten Thousand Evils has gathered the world's powerful ghosts, I forged a sword under the cliff, I was born as a demon in the rivers and lakes, and after death, I naturally stayed in the sword. Blood Without a Trace smiled coldly and turned his head to look at Bai Luofeng, who was speechless below, and sighed kindly: "Stupid disciple, it still makes me feel uneasy." ”

"Master..."Bai Luofeng wanted to reach out and touch the person he had seen in his dreams for many days and nights, but he trembled and stopped in mid-air.

"Heh! After death, even the underworld won't dare to accept you!" Li Xianggao waved his pen and ink to cover the sky and the dragon and phoenix, "Today I will accept you for this day!"

"I'm already dead, why am I afraid to die again?" The turbid soul was not afraid at all, with a twist of his wrist, a sword and a rainbow!

The dragon and phoenix breathed, and it was half of the wind and rain and half of the flame.

With a wave of the evil sword, it actually cut through the clouds, rain and fire, presenting a fault phenomenon.

The dragon and phoenix are arrogant, and when they see that the ghosts in the wilderness dare to match them, the magic in the beak is even worse, and they slowly press towards the soul.

There is no trace of blood, there is only a remnant soul left, and the skill is not as good as three points before death, and the body that was still visible is slowly blurred.

Bai Luofeng looked up and seemed to have no figure, as if it would dissipate in a blink of an eye, he wanted to go up to help, but he was defenseless and could not do anything.

"I slaughtered all the disciples of Gangzhi Daomen without a trace, broke through the dangers of the rivers and lakes without fear, and killed all the immortal demons under the cliff of ten thousand evils. But for you, Master still feels that he is too useless. Blood Without a Trace glanced deeply at Bai Luofeng with guilt, and walked away with his sword.

Under the dense dark clouds, a thunderbolt cut off the waist.

Above the nine heavens, an inch of sword light flashed in an instant.

Caifeng's crimson belly immediately appeared with a large hole.

The phoenix died and mourned, and finally turned into a stream of fire and fell, inadvertently hitting the hovering yellow dragon.

So, under the pain, the dragon's claws slashed through the bloodless and weak body with monstrous rage.

"Master!" Bai Luofeng's third call was like a mad demon.

At that moment, the memory of being forced to practice swords under the cliff for a few years flashed fleetingly.

At that moment, Bai Luofeng's heavenly spirit seemed to explode, and everything around was quiet.

My master is like a father, and whoever dares to kill him, I will kill him!

He suddenly remembered the power of the sword and wine song piercing the clouds.

He suddenly heard the sound of the sword wine song laughing and breaking the yellow spring.

He leapt into the sky and headed straight for the Yellow Dragon.

"I have a sword, I don't see the dragon's blood, I don't collect the blade!"

Mo Ming flew into his hand, and the ghost in the sword rushed out of the sword again. It's not that they're not afraid of the Yellow Dragon, but they're even more afraid of the sword-wielding Bai Luofeng.

With a sword, the door of the ghost is wide open.

One sword, eight dark tides.

A sword, obscuring the sun.

One sword, no yellow dragon!

Li Xianggao looked at Bai Luofeng in the sky and smiled with relief: "You, finally realized." ”

When the heavens and the earth will turn back, no one knows. The hill where Bai Luofeng stood was surrounded by the ink river, which was the thousand-year-old ink that the dragon and phoenix turned into after his death, who would have thought that Li Xianggao would spend so many treasures that the world's scholars could not ask for for for this war.

Bai Luofeng walked through the pothole to a tree stump, where lay the person he respected most in his life.

The remnant was no longer human, and he couldn't even say goodbye, so he could only gently grasp the corner of his disciple's clothes with the only two fingers that remained.

Bai Luofeng held back her tears and tried her best to squeeze out a smile at the blood in her arms: "Master, Luofeng understands that he will not let you worry in the future." You see, Luo Feng has nothing to do now. ”

The transparent hand patted the back of Bai Luofeng's hand with peace of mind, and finally turned into fluorescent light little by little, as if the snowflakes were gradually drifting away.

"Master, let's go!"

(PS: At this point, I find that I can't write any more, I don't know if you can empathize, or maybe my penmanship is still not enough to express, but I still adhere to this sentence:

This rivers and lakes, regardless of good and evil, whether they are friends or enemies, whether they live or die, whether they win or lose, they are always unpopular. Just like the introduction said, the world cannot be stopped.

But thankfully, we were able to find something important for me to hold on to, and fight for it, even if my head bleeds!)