At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

In the dark cul-de-sac, Luo Qian jumped above the eaves and hid in the dead corner to look condescendingly at the white shadow that followed.

It was a handsome-looking man, his wide white robe was blown up by the wind, and the whole person seemed to be taken away by the wind at any time, just at first glance, people would think that this was a weak scholar. The eyes are like peach and apricot, the eyelashes are quite upturned, the facial features are quite small and delicate, and she looks like a girl dressed as a man, but there is a discordant heroism in her eyebrows.

His back was straight, and he had a sense of pride, as if heaven and earth could not fold his back, his black hair was messily coiled into a bun, and the hair hanging from the end of his tail brushed his neck lightly, like a spreading sword spike.

Luo Qian controlled the release of the breath, melted himself into the environment, looked at the white-clothed scholar, and frowned slightly.

Although looking at the harmless people and animals, it seemed that he could cry for a long time with one punch, Luo Qian felt the breath of transformation from the breath he inadvertently emitted, that is to say, this weak-looking man in white was also the lowest realm of transformation.

And such a realm is considered profound, and people who know how to disguise are tracking themselves, Luo Qian can't help but think more, and at the same time he is also puzzled.

He and Su Yingmo had just come to Chang'an City, but they were targeted again in two days?

That's too unreasonable, right?

Could it be Immortal Religion? But it doesn't feel like it, the sense of oppression given to him by the Yuejun of Yaodong City is quite strong, if it weren't for a realm simulation card, maybe he would really be planted there.

After that, the Immortal Sect was like a high mountain hidden in the clouds, and it made a lot of waves in his heart, so that at this moment, when he saw someone following, he couldn't help but think of the Immortal Sect.

His mind turned, but in an instant, Luo Qian had a plan in his heart.

Strike first! If you don't figure it out, I'm afraid it won't be calm again.

The white-clothed scholar who walked into the dead end found that the person had disappeared, his face froze, and then turned to surprise.

He turned and was leaving.

The next moment, he frowned, turned around sharply, and the qi machine burst out uncontrollably, reflecting in his pupils a fist that was fast to the extreme, like a torrent, stirring up dust.

When the fist was about to close to his face, the white-clothed scholar instinctively raised his arm to protect his cheek, while his body fell backwards.

"Touch-"

The fist hit the back of his hand, and the huge force shook his entire hand numb, and he took advantage of the force to take a few steps back and open the distance of more than ten meters.

Outside the cul-de-sac at this time is a spacious street, empty and devoid of pedestrians.

The white-clothed scholar flicked his arms, and between the wide sleeves rose and fell, revealing a pair of slightly white knuckles and slender hands.

At this time, he also saw clearly that the owner of the fist was the man in blue who followed the alley before.

Luo Qian, dressed in a cyan Confucian robe, stood in the middle of the alley, his robe hunting, and the only ray of light that shone into the alley fell impartially on his side face, rendering a layer of aperture, as if adding a hint of divinity to the immortal. He clenched his fists, looked calm, and cast his gaze, which actually made the white-clothed scholar feel a chill in an ice cellar.

"Wait, brother, wait! This is a misunderstanding! The white-clothed scholar said busily.

Luo Qian did not let his guard down.

This may be a misunderstanding, but it is not highly likely.

In any case, you have to fight again, and when you find out his details, it is not too late to misunderstand.

Just as the white-clothed scholar was still about to speak, Luo Qian twisted his toes, and the whole person ejected like a cannonball, and the meaning of Bai Zang condensed, and Qing Yi seemed to be dyed with white dew, and there was a sense of autumn beauty.

The white-clothed scholar raised the corners of his eyebrows, and there was also a three-point anger under his eyes, and he thought that this person was so arrogant and unreasonable?

But in the end, it is their own tracking first, not reasonable.

He pressed the anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and while constantly retreating, he spoke up again to explain.

But when Luo Qian wanted to speak, he punched again.

The white-clothed scholar made a hard connection again, and when he was overwhelmed, the whole person flew out upside down, and his toes slid on the ground like dragonflies for a few meters before he could stabilize his figure.

Of course, this is the reason why Luo Qian deliberately collected his strength, and the strength he used at this moment was probably turning into one or two to test it.

The man in white raised his head and stared at Luo Qian, and suddenly smiled, feeling that it was interesting enough that he took two punches.

"Since Brother Tai wants to give it a try, I'll take it next." But fist and foot kung fu is not my specialty..." Luo

Qian's lips hooked, and he said with a smile: "Then what are you good at?" Just make it out. "

That's exactly what he wants.

First of all, Luo Qian's realm in Yaodong City broke through from the purple mansion to the third level of the Xuan, which caused him to be a little uncertain about his strength, and it happened that he was all white-clothed scholars to temper it.

Secondly, a person's move and play style is linked to his spirit, just as a bright monk likes to be tough and hard, and a cunning and sinister monk loves to poison, although it is not absolute, but some clues can be seen.

"Arrogant! Brother Tai should be careful, but if you say something first, you will be beaten by me, don't cry your nose! The

white-clothed scholar's two eyebrows were raised like a brush, and he also had a little more fighting intent in his heart.

His lips opened slightly, as if he was chanting, and a cyan spirit sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, the sword body was slender and thin as a cicada wing, and the blade was like a pool of water leaching out, surrounded by a little cold light.

Luo Qian also took out the Biyue Spirit Sword, the Bai Zang sword was like a slaughtering autumn breeze, I don't know if he smelled an opponent who was equal, the Biyue Spirit Sword was extremely excited at the moment, the sword body trembled like a vibrating string, and the sword sound was crisp and pleasant.

"Come on! Brother Tai should be careful! "Good

!"

The next moment, two figures rose up at the same time, turning into two blue and white sword rays.

"Dingding-ding-"

Qingyue's collision sound instantly exploded throughout the alley like a spring flower, and the blue and white points kept colliding, all the way from the alley to the empty street.

They deliberately restrained, and the sword qi would dissipate when it fell on the green brick and white wall.

But there were still one or two swords in the flowing sword qi that shattered some masonry.

Seeing this, the two flew towards the sky at the same time, and in the air, they turned into two points that kept colliding and intersecting.

Luo Qian's realm at this moment continued to improve, and finally came to the seventh layer of Huafan.

At one point, the two separated.

Luo Qian stepped on the white clouds, the cyan Confucian robe was delicate and clean, and the blue moon in his hand was shining with blazing white sword light, cutting out one after another of the sword qi like the moon, turning into a sword shadow in the sky.

The white-clothed scholar stood on the opposite side, and there were countless swords on his side, like a roll of wind blades that could not be broken.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be separated, with the moon dissolving on one side and the blue waves on the other.

"Drink!"

The two slashed a sword at the same time.

"Boom-" Like

the moon falling into the blue sea, the sea of clouds seemed to be crumpled by immortals, and the sky became clear, only blue and white.

Then, a strong white light erupted in the sky, and the sword qi that burst out exploded like heavenly thunder, and the residual spiritual power spread into the depths of the sky like ripples.

A moment later, the white light subsided, and the heavens and the earth became silent, leaving only two blue and white figures in the void.

Luo Qian was still light, and the Confucian robe on his body was only slightly dimmed.

And the white-clothed book was panting, and the sword marks on the white robe like snow were dense.

Obviously, he lost, and he lost completely.

At this moment, a divine thought suddenly popped up in the inner city of Chang'an, pointing directly at the two people in the sky.