Young people's singing: playing and singing, Asking the Sword Xueyue City

"Arrogant!"

"Find death!"

Luo Qingyang gripped the long sword Jiuge, the sword was not unsheathed, and with a sudden swing of the scabbard, a desolate sword qi suddenly rose up around him, forming a feminine and fierce sword wind that swept towards Lu Yi's side.

"Bang!"

The vast sword qi was resisted by the puppet Hades' golden giant sword swinging out and the fierce sword qi that swung the tiger down the mountain.

The surrounding area suddenly set off wild sand, and the hair of the army of seven thousand puppets flew upside down.

Hades was shocked back ten feet away, half kneeled on the ground, got up on the ground, and returned to his original position with an expressionless face.

And Lu Yi was still safe and sound, looking at Luo Qingyang very calmly.

Luo Qingyang's eyebrows froze, and he was surprised.

"This.... How can it be? He stared at Hades: "The swordsman at the peak of the Comfort Realm, this is the Golden Giant Dao!"

Then he looked at Zhonglu Yi in the middle of the air and said, "Dead people can also be used for you, and they can also exert their strength before birth, I underestimate you."

Lu Yi smiled at the corner of his mouth, and leisurely turned Chen Qing in his hand and said, "General!"

"I heard that in Muliang City, hundreds of masters came here to challenge you, and your sword has never been unsheathed, but it easily defeated it, and later there were rivers and lakes called Lone Sword Immortal."

"I want to see if my seven thousand puppet corpses can make the famous Lone Sword Immortal come out with a sword!"

Luo Qingyang's face showed disdain: "Just rely on them, they are not worthy of letting me take out the sword!" "

Oh~yes?" Lu Yi waved his hand, and Big Yellow shouted in place.

"Wang!"

That roar resounded throughout the desert.

"Tap-da-da!"

"Buzz!"

Seven thousand ironclad troops marched forward with various weapons in their hands.

The Tianquan Old Man of the Tianquan Sect, the Hades, the Phantom Shadow, Xiao Tian, and the top killers of the ten Freedom Realms all flew forward and surrounded Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang was shocked, and a mighty aura of sadness emanated.

But it only shocked hundreds of iron-armored soldiers, while the old man of Tianquan, the marquis of Hades and the others did not move.

Luo Qingyang had to take a deep breath and felt an inexplicable pressure.

"Zheng Zheng~~"

The sound of the impact of the sword light and shadow kept coming.

Luo Qingyang stood alone at the ruined city wall, holding nine songs, sleeves flew over, and his long hair fluttered in the wind.

With his body as the center of the circle, he swung his sword scabbard, and the sword unfolded, and in an instant, dust and smoke were everywhere, and the ruined city wall around him was lifted three feet high.

Flying sand and rocks splashed in all directions, crushing all the surrounding attacks.

With just one move, Lu Qingyang blasted Lu Yi's corpse puppet in half.

And those masters of the first rank of the Tianquan Sect were shocked back ten zhang away, forcing out of the tattered city gate.

"Good! You're okay. Lu Yi smiled softly in the air.

"Woof!" Big Yellow shouted a few times, and the momentum of those puppet corpses skyrocketed, and they began to wave their weapons at Luo Qingyang to bombard

the corpses in all directions and rush to Luo Qingyang again, and Tianquan and Hades attacked again.

"Hmph!" Luo Qingyang snorted coldly.

He still hasn't drawn his sword!

But the sword he swung with his scabbard was like a surging wave, manic and full of madness, and then became ethereal and clear, like a cloud rolling and misty, unexpectedly soft and affectionate.

Luo Qingyang fluctuated with the sword momentum, his expression was indifferent, relaxed and relaxed, like a swimming dragon, and his body was already full of sword qi.

Row after row of corpse puppets fell, and one master after another was shot away.

Gradually.

Under the city wall where Luo Qingyang was located, there were piles of broken arms and corpses.

But those are just some ironclads.

None of the masters of the Tianquan Sect fell.

Luo Qingyang looked at the dense corpse, and his mood was suddenly bad.

Unless the corpses were blasted to pieces, they would still get up and fight him.

Moreover, there were hundreds of masters of the Tianquan Sect who were besieging him all the time, so he had to pay attention to it.

His clothes were cut in several places, and he was actually hit with a sword in his arm.

Luo Qingyang knew that if he was consumed like this, he would be defeated.

If it is any single group, he can kill the other party in seconds with one move, even if the opposite side is a top killer in the free realm.

Right now, there are only two options.

Either draw your sword or kill Lu Yi in mid-air.

After Luo Qingyang resisted a move around him, he suddenly soared into the air and flew towards Lu Yi: "Kill you, one hundred!"

Lu Yi looked at the sudden Luo Qingyang and said lightly: "If you don't solve them, how can you get close to me?" "

At the moment when Luo Qingyang slashed Lu Yi with his sheath.

In front of Lu Yi, the thirteen corpse masters of the Tianquan Sect formed a wall to block it.

"!" Luo Qingyang was entangled by the Tianquan Sect and the others, and he couldn't attack Lu Yi at all.

This made him very humiliated!

"I admit, these things of yours are very annoying!"

"Very good, you are the first person in more than ten years to let me draw my sword!"

Luo Qingyang was faintly angry and finally pulled out the Nine Songs.

Between the whiskers.

The Nine Songs of the Long Sword were cold and incomparable.

Luo Qingyang landed at the city wall and actually danced.

Lu Yi looked at Luo Qing with interest and muttered,

"Nine Songs Sword Dance!"

"That's just decent!"

Lu Yi knew that Luo Qingyang's desolate sword was actually a set of sword dances.

There are eleven forms of this sword dance.

The names of the first nine styles are the names of the gods of ancient mythology.

They are Donghuang Taiyi, Yunzhong Jun, Xiangjun, Xiang's Lady, Dasimei, Shaosimei, Dongjun, Hebo, and Mountain Ghost.

The first three are three types without killing.

And starting from Xiangjun, it is a sword dance full of killing moves.

Luo Qingyang is dancing exactly Mrs. Xiang now.

At this time, Luo Qingyang held Nine Songs in his hand, and his posture was as tall as a sharp blade. His gaze was a little indescribably pathetic, but it gave people a sharp feeling like cutting iron stone.

Luo Qingyang's every movement was filled with a majestic and sad aura, and it seemed that his every move could trigger the entire Muliang City.

While Luo Qingyang danced one after another, his Nine Songs Long Sword posture was extremely powerful, like a dancing sword demon. Between the jumps of the sword body, it emits a whistling sound and cuts through the air, as if it is releasing the most powerful attack power to heaven and earth.

Luo Qingyang's steps were light and fast, and every movement carried a feminine and tyrannical sword radiance.

In an instant.

All the ironclad soldiers who besieged Luo Qingyang began to collapse.

The corpse puppet master represented by the old man of Tianquan could not get close, and there was even a rout.

At this time, Luo Qingyang's eyebrows revealed a trace of ruthlessness, and the ingenious and delicate sword dance combined with the raging death momentum of Mu Liangcheng, making the seven thousand iron-armored legions seem to be in the middle of the storm.

The entire Muliang City was now like a hellish catastrophe.

The sword shone brightly, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.

The sword qi rippled, and the corpse flew everywhere!

At the moment when Luo Qingyang jumped to the ninth form of the mountain ghost.

Lu Yi's corpse puppet was defeated by more than half.

Lu Yi praised in the air: "It is worthy of being a lone sword immortal in the half-step Divine Wandering Realm, and he dances well!"

"Now are you going to think about jumping the two behind you?" If you don't jump again, you won't have a chance! "

Luo Qingyang's sword dance is followed by the second form of national martyrdom and ritual soul.

The national martyrdom is sad, the sword is vast, it can be described as a peerless dance, it can also be called a peerless

sword, and the soul of the ritual gathers all the desolate, sad sword qi in one sword, which can be called a thousand miles.

If you want to bring out the latter two forms, it is as difficult as heaven.

The first nine styles of practicing the sword dance can be regarded as small.

The latter two forms of the practice session are Dacheng.

According to the original plot, Luo Qingyang once defeated Wushuang, who could control thirteen swords, with the National Death Sword Dance, which is enough to prove the horror of this sword dance.

Unfortunately, Lu Yi did not see Luo Qingyang use the last two forms.

"Your corpse puppet was destroyed by me, if you have strength, then you have to die here today!"

"You kid really bluffed people just now, saying that the five great sword immortals joining forces are not your opponents, it turns out that they are bragging!"

Luo Qingyang looked around, all the broken corpses and remains, inexplicably irritable.

Just now, he danced the nine-style sword dance, but he still didn't kill all of them.

If he wasn't a half-step iQue realm, if he was an ordinary person in the Escape Realm, I am afraid it would be difficult to retreat safely.

He had indeed underestimated Lu Yi's puppet legions just now.

"Hey~" Lu Yi took Chen Qing, looked at Noda's Mu Liangcheng, he spread his hands, flew directly above Mu Liangcheng and said wildly: "

Wake up, my army of 100,000 revenants!"

When Luo Qingyang heard these words, the moment he saw Lu Yi playing the flute, his heart suddenly jumped wildly, and a fear of death lingered in his mind: "Won't it..." Luo Qingyang

became more and more uneasy, and the Nine Song Sword was trembling inexplicably.