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The Relic Talin was silent for a moment.

The fighting spirit of slowly rising around Luo Changfeng's body made the nameless wind rise again in the tower forest. The fallen leaves on the ground suddenly rose up in chaos, floating and dancing between the two of them, and the red leaves were gradually fascinating.

An Hongdou, Li Xingyun and others quietly retreated to the side.

At this moment, Luo Changfeng's eyes locked in a daze of red leaves.

A sword light flashed, and the red leaves were cut into two pieces quietly and flatly. After the sword mark that started to separate the leaves, the second and third pieces... the sword light cut open fifty-six in an instant.

Red leaves, and they advanced in progress, and finally pointed directly at the eyebrows of the green demon hand Zhao Gou.

Hold your breath and concentrate.

The sword force started without warning, and the people watching in the tower forest held their breath and focused.

Luo Changfeng, who was in the midst of the scattered leaves, approached his eyebrows with a sword. Zhao Gou's expression in the realm of Transformation did not change at all. He just raised the blue hand, and then clamped it with his indestructible index finger and middle finger.

The tip of the sword like thunder and lightning.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The red leaves suddenly froze.

Wu Xiuyang, who was even more nervous than going into battle in person, took a deep breath, and then the frozen picture in the Talin was like loose sand being blown away by this breath.

Luo Changfeng's figure disappeared.

The sword in his hand disappeared.

The figure of the green demon hand Zhao Gou disappeared.

Only the inconspicuous ordinary temple ring knife was inserted obliquely among the thick fallen leaves.

Wu Xiuyang was unbelievable and quickly covered his mouth.

Li Xingyun, who had gained the sharp increase in sword skills after his teacher gave him the sword box, frowned slightly, and the figures of Luo Changfeng and the Qing Demon Hand Zhao Gou were once again like a static picture.

This time, it was above a Tallinn.

It was Luo Changfeng who still drew his sword.

It was still Qingmo who took the sword with one hand.

The blue arm as hard as a thousand-year-old black iron was extremely strange. The moment he touched the tip of the sword, Luo Changfeng could clearly feel a force that could not be broken free from was faintly transmitted, like a slight move of a thousand pounds, soft and continuous swing

Don't go.

Luo Changfeng had no choice but to draw his sword again, from different angles and tricky angles.

He stepped on the star position under his feet, and in an instant, dozens of afterimages appeared, and he seemed to be a clone. So he slashed obliquely, slashed vertically, swept horizontally, raised upward, and stabbed straight... Luo Changfeng produced nineteen swords, which was the time when he was cultivating his sword.

The sword-like sword of understanding.

The angles and acupoints that each sword focuses on are different, but they all have the same destination, just to find the blind spots where Zhao Gou, the Qing Demon Hand, cannot take the sword with one hand, or to make his body actively avoid it.

But in the end, it was a waste of money.

Zhao Gou, the green demon hand who connected Luo Changfeng's dozens of swords, did not use his demon arm, he used a knife.

He held the Buddhist ring knife.

When the knife was raised high, clouds rolled in the distance, and the blue sky suddenly became darker in the morning.

Then the ring knife fell.

Looking down from Yunkong, I saw a striking golden light suddenly burst out from Hongye Temple in Hongye Mountain, and a giant Buddha sitting upright with a golden body sitting in a treasure face suddenly fell.

The sound of a sword roared in my ears.

Hundreds of sword roared in my ears.

My thoughts moved slightly and summoned hundreds of thousands of ancient swords in the Huanhua Sword Washing Picture. More than a thousand swords were like Optimus Prime trying to hold up the flower print that was slapped on the head, and wanted to break through the Buddha Tathagata

palm.

Luo Changfeng, who had not known how much pressure, was surging blood. The silver fox's face was angrily open, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

As soon as the energy was released, more than a thousand swords dissipated in an instant.

He came to the top with a flower seal, and no longer lived from the academy, so he kept the butcher's knife intent for a long time, and never showed a knife until the moment of life and death. Luo Changfeng's body, which had been experiencing a holy lotus, broke out from his body.

Luo Changfeng, who recast his body with thirty-five-petal lotus, can be transformed into a thirty-five-character lotus birth technique. However, this time the holy lotus that broke out of the body is not any of the thirty-five words, because this

It is the last lotus.

There is a word in the 36-character Scripture of Lotus Sheng. This word is a Buddha lotus world, and it was once a scabbard for butchering the knife. The Wuxiang Dao Sect used this word to enter the east of the sky on the snowy night.

Lian Zheng Tiandong Eight Hundred Sects were isolated from the world for a year!

Now the Buddha lotus appears again.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere.

Silent and breathless.

The Buddha lotus seems to have an infinite gravity. Under the guidance of that unknown force, the flower seal turns into countless soft lights, and together with the Buddha statue, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one

The light drove away the darkness in the sky.

The Buddha lotus came out silently, disappeared silently, and turned into a dot of light and penetrated into Luo Changfeng's body.

An Hongdou blinked her beautiful eyes.

Luo Changfeng and the Qing Demon Hand Zhao Gou were still standing there.

They looked at each other.

The messy red leaves between the two of them shattered in an instant, and the powder dissipated with the wind.

There is no obstacle between sight.

Blood spilled out of Luo Changfeng's mouth...

The green demon hand Zhao Gou looked at the young man with low cultivation but extremely difficult skills not far away in front of him and said, "You are very good. I was not like this at that time. You are the second place in Tianque!

Luo Changfeng grinned and smiled miserably: "Dare you ask senior, are I going to follow this move?"

The green demon hand Zhao Gou reached out and pointed to the back: "Through this Tallinn, it is the Muguchen Bell Tower. The person you want to meet will be there."

Wu Xiuyang was shocked and could not be more shocked.

An Hongdou smiled and turned to Luo Changfeng.

Li Xingyun quickly stepped forward and supported the shaking comrades.

Although Luo Changfeng was injured, his eyes were filled with joy: "I seem to have broken the realm."

Spiritual orifice realm.

It is only one step away from the realm of transformation.

That means that the chance of revenge of Yan Bailou in the Killing Realm has undoubtedly increased a little more, and Luo Changfeng could not hide his joy.

In her heart, An Hongdou, who was wandering around the edge of struggle, still walked over with a slightly red face.

The ever-winning general Luo Bing, who has never been defeated in the battlefield in the Qizhou Region, was wearing a red robe and was so heroic and energetic. However, for some reason, after meeting this young man with a silver fox face, he could not raise any part of Luo Bing.

Wang Fenghua's peerless temperament.

Is it because of that night?

An Hongdou's cheeks became more and more burning.

She walked to Luo Changfeng, stared into Luo Changfeng's eyes, and said sincerely: "Thank you."

Then he turned around and left without any shame or determination.

But just as she took a step, she turned around and stared at Luo Changfeng with her bright autumn eyes and said, "I have really seen you before."

Wu Xiuyang followed closely.

Luo Changfeng, who calmed down a little, smiled bitterly and walked through the tower forest with Li Xingyun Ling'er to the bell tower of the evening drum and morning.

Li Xingyun and the Qing Demon Hand Zhao Gou passed by.

The sword inside the sword box behind him was trembling faintly.

The dull sword roar came into Zhao Gou's ears, and the latter looked at Li Xingyun's back and looked frightened.

...

In front of the quiet small courtyard behind Luoqiu Village, there was a white-haired old man in Taoist robe who gently buckled the gate of the courtyard. The old man was covered in dust and seemed to have been running non-stop for many miles to find this place.

Although he was a little tired, the old man was in a good mood.

Because he finally found that person.

The second demon in the Tianji Pan punished Tianbai Zhiqiu, and it was in this Luoqiu Village.

It's in this small courtyard.