"Senior brother, you should take a break, too."

The clouds are lonely.

Murong Haoyue's red eyes stared blankly, and the lightning flashing from the Zixiao box was easily sandwiched between his fingers by Xiao Haochen.

Xiao Haochen's expression no longer had the laughter he had just now, but suddenly became cold and lonely.

Rebellious.

"Although you have become an immortal, don't forget that your immortal body is given to you by me. No one in this world knows you better than me, and even you are no exception." Xiao Haochen said in a deep voice: "To the disadvantage, you are just a piece I have left in this mortal world."

"Why?" Murong Haoyue murmured, as if questioning, or talking to herself. The hatred in his eyes also dissipated, and in replaced it was despair.

"You only have that lowly singer in your heart, the surging world, and even give up everything for her, it has violated our original intention of practicing Taoism and becoming an immortal. As the head of Daokui, I should have cleared my door." Xiao Haochen slashed out the lightning light, "But who told you to be my senior brother? No matter what, I will not attack you, Brother."

Murong Haoyue looked at the sneer that caught Xiao Haochen's mouth, and her heart also became cold, "So, are you treating me like this?"

"This immortal body is like a shackle, the biggest shackle in the world. With this shackle, if you leave Wudang Mountain half a step away, you will be destined to be disturbed." Xiao Haochen said in a cold voice: "If you are determined to become the lonely cloud and wild crane, I will not let you do it."

"Then why do you want to implicate her?" Murong Haoyue lowered her head slightly, looked down through the gaps in the dark clouds, and her eyes remained on the woman who was like a fire.

Xiao Haochen lowered his head and smiled, silently.

"Answer me!" Murong Haoyue roared.

"The clouds are cold. Senior brother, you have just recovered from a serious illness, so it is not advisable to travel here for a long time. Please fall into the clouds and talk about it again." Xiao Haochen closed his right hand, and the ink chessboard under his feet was immediately held in his palm.

Then raise your hand.

It caught the rain all over the sky and condensed on his head.

In an instant, the surging momentum of the Zixiao Thunder Box was suppressed.

"The old friend is about to meet again, and the senior brother should be happy." Xiao Haochen looked at Murong Haoyue's surprised and angry pupils and laughed a long time, then his eyes trembled, "Fallen!"

Cuiyun Pin.

"Fate?" Ling Jianqiu repeated the two words that Luo Feiyu said indifferently.

"Senior brother, I know that you brought your sword into Luoyang during this trip to punish the entire Ling family in the name of killing the emperor." Luo Feiyu looked at him, "But do you know that in this situation, if you kill him, there will be only one fate."

"The world is in chaos."

Ling Jianqiu raised his head and looked at the sky where the rain gradually stopped.

He also understood the meaning of what Luo Feiyu said.

There are three brothers in the priest today.

Among them, King Cheng was exiled and King Xiao died in Junshan. Both of these things were from the hands of the emperor. As King Anlan, he was holding the sword until he was in front of the emperor.

Moreover, the emperor has no children at present, and there is no crown prince in the Yangyang Liangyang.

The defiance of the heaven-defying battle a hundred years ago is still there, and the vassals and princes in various places are separatist and eyeing them. It has been several months since the last rebellion, and facing this kingless country is enough to revive them.

And, countless people in the world with unique skills are present.

No one can guarantee that after witnessing his own eyes, will they rectify order or cause chaos.

Any of the above points will result in extremely terrible consequences.

What's more, these things are all strangely brought together.

On the altar.

Mo Wendong stopped all the rituals and faced Cui Yunding, thinking about something.

"For you and me, what's the difference in troubled times?" Ling Jianqiu raised the sword in his hand slightly and asked lightly.

"I don't want to be the hero who serves the country and the people. And no matter whether the world is prosperous or declining, I can choose to avoid the world and pursue the pure land hidden in my heart. But I can't do it." Luo Feiyu stood up slowly, "because--"

"This world was washed out by the master's wife in blood back then!"

"For this reason, are you willing to give up the freedom and freedom you yearn for?" Ling Jianqiu asked lightly.

"Xiaoyao is also my pursuit. I just can't bear it, and I watched it fall into chaos again." Luo Feiyu smiled openly and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Jianqiu also followed him and laughed at himself, "I think it's me who's in charge. Your swordsmanship really disappointed me, but your heart didn't disappoint me. Very good."

"What am I doing? I never need others to comment on it." Luo Feiyu held the sword.

Ling Jianqiu sighed, "But the momentum of the sword heart has gone but not returned. My sword will end when it comes out. Just like the autumn leaves, it is destined to return to its roots."

"So?" Luo Feiyu raised his eyebrows.

"Sorry." Ling Jianqiu answered briefly. At the same time, he raised the dust sword in his hand again, still with the fancy starting point. Luo Feiyu's red pupils flowed in his eyes, and he saw the trajectory of the sword and the person he finally pointed to.

Emperor Jingyang!

"You also want to kill the orphan!" Emperor Jingyang said angrily.

Ling Jianqiu said a word lightly.

"punish."

Then he closed his eyes.

Everyone knows what his next sword is.

"Transfer internal strength to me quickly." Luo Feiyu shouted to Gongsun Shilan.

Gongsun Shilian was stunned, "What did you say?"

Luo Feiyu urged: "Hurry!"

Gongsun Shilian hurriedly stretched out her palm and slapped it on his back, and soon opened her eyes widened, "How about your meridians..."

Except for the very few alternatives like Luo Feiyu who transforms sword energy into internal force, most martial arts practitioners will refine internal force in the dantian, and the meridians become channels for maintaining the transformation of internal force flow. Logically speaking, after the internal force is activated, the meridians will be a little brighter than ordinary people, and they will be connected to the various parts of the human body like a beacon.

She had awarded the meridians of Xihe Fuxue and Luo Feiyu that year, which should also meet this condition.

But at this time, the "beautiful lamp" on Luo Feiyu's meridians became dim.

Even the sword energy produced by the Sword Vein Art is gone.

"I used my pulse to summon the sword veins. After defeating the sword heart on the senior brother's sword, I ended up stagnating with the meridians. My good senior brother didn't have any affection, and he also beat the sword energy raised by my sword vein technique to no end." Luo Feiyu said quickly: "If you have time, explain to you, you can pass the internal force to me first and let me shoot another sword. The sword is probably not good for him. After you pass it, you will play a flute and use that sword."

Gongsun Shilan lowered her head and put her hand off his back.

"Are you?" Luo Feiyu's turn was stunned at this time.
Chapter completed!