The Sword Dynasty

The sky is faint.

As far as the Mid-Levels, not just the strength of the world, even the light is covered and twisted by an invisible force.

The coldness on Pan Ruoye's face grew stronger and stronger.

Wishes of powerful True Yuan and Heaven and Earth vitality are continuously shed from her body. Although a lot of Heaven and Earth vitality cannot be moved from outside this mountain, her body itself is like an empty mountain containing countless Heaven and Earth vitality.

Falling leaves dancing.

The fight between countless heavens and earth's vitality only made a slight noise, but the tearing of the real power made all the green leaves of the trees in Ding Ning's and Fusu's sights free from the branches and danced wildly.

The rolling leaves woven into countless curtains, covering the world in front of them.

"Why is this so hard?"

A light voice fell somewhere on the mountain top, passing through the countless heavy blue curtains, and passed into the pinna of Ding Ning and everyone else.

"Daojuan Liuyun, the strongest Dao dossier is the meaning of Liuyun, but today I want to see it."

All are true masters, the world's top characters, and even the temperament between the dialogues seems to be displayed most vividly under the oppression of the other party. At the moment when Pan Ruoye slightly looked up, a breath of freshness emanated from her body. Stabbed into the sky above her head.

Then she held out her palm towards the mountain.

With a snap, there was a sudden bang in the sky above her head.

A beautiful sun shone from the blue sky and shone on her.

Her entire body was dyed pale gold.

As the sun shone, there was a world like a dike.

The tumult of heaven and earth rushed in from this only gap and turned into a cyan giant wave visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, a pure white sword flew out of her palm.

The cyan giant waves poured into her little white sword.

The white sword disappeared instantly.

In the curtain of countless heavy leaves, a straight path of light was left.

At this time the top of the mountain, under an ancient pine, sat a man in a blue shirt.

The face of this man in blue shirt is only thirty, but it is like a pair of black eyes that are calm like an ancient well, but they seem to hide content like mountains and sea, which means the accumulation of years.

When the straight light path just appeared in the countless heavy green leaf curtains, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his index finger and middle finger combined as swords, spurting forward.

When his two fingers pierced, the air in front of him seemed to become extremely sticky, and a roaring thing appeared, spinning at high speed, unstoppable, officially Pan Ruoye's little white sword.

The two fingers of this blue shirt guru became absolutely transparent, and even the blood and bones seemed to disappear completely, only exuding a crystal luster.

His fingertips are like the tip of a sword, the point of the white small sword rotating at high speed in an accurate point.

The tip of the sword spun around his fingertips, and no trace of his fingertips remained, yet a bluestone sitting under him suddenly turned into a fine powder.

Cracks, like spider silk, formed on the ground beneath him and extended rapidly further.

He then looked up at the sky.

The invisible curtain that covered the whole mountain and isolated the world, disappeared completely at this time.

Some white clouds in the sky have changed in his eyes and turned into huge white runes.

Pan Ruoye took a deep breath, and the little white sword sword spinning around the fingertips of the green shirt guru at the top of the mountain then withdrew and returned to the light path that had not disappeared.

The ability to receive the sword at such a speed means that she did not do her best, or that she did not want to do her best to deal with the next counterattack of the blue shirt guru.

Master Qing Qing waked up and realized what came.

He also took a deep breath, frowning deeply.

The white clouds in the sky condensed like a freeze, and the terrorist power that was about to burst out was abruptly stopped, waiting.

Then he stood up and began to descend slowly.

All the green leaves fell, and his figure quickly appeared in the sight of Ding Ning and others.

"A good attacker is better than a good guard, a better guard is better than a good tibetan. Who can tell me nothing? It turned out to be the Dean Mo of Changling." Seeing Ding Ning and others from afar, watching Pan Ruo Ye's body In the Moshou City with side beards, the qingzhai guru sighed and greeted him with a hand. "I used to laugh at people before. I feel that such a self-consumption of mountain climbing is also demanding. It turns out that I have lost the old one first. Mr. One move."

"Sir, you're welcome."

Mo Shoucheng nodded his head and said, "Climbing a lot of mountains in this life, but no one has this mountain."

It wasn't until he said this that Fu Su realized that his body was covered with sweat.

Fusu reacted this way. Before the mountain climbing, Mo Shoucheng didn't use the true element at all, just relying purely on the body. Although Mo Shoucheng is also one of the closest people in the world to the eight realms, he is a real old man after all. Natural fatigue.

Master Qingshen groaned slightly and said, "Since this is the case, don't pass it."

After saying this, he turned and walked away, without any mess.

"This is the true grandmaster's demeanor?"

Fusu looked admired, and felt that this person was really indescribable between raising his hands and throwing his hands. When the hills did not seem to be like this, the back of this blue shirt guru came tall.

"It's not that simple." Ding Ning glanced at him, but shook his head and said softly.

Mo Shoucheng glanced at Ding Ning approvingly and said, "It's really not that simple."

Fu Su looked at Mo Shoucheng and Ding Ning with some shame, and Ding Ning did not waste time. He looked up at the white clouds in the sky that were still solid.

"When I read the scriptures in the Baiyangdong Jingjuan library, there are records in the books. The body of the practitioners above the Seven Realms is a huge container for the heaven and earth. However, once they are worn out, they are naturally slow to supplement. Especially The use of some Xeon solutions is far from simple.

Ding Ning said calmly: "If this guru retreated before showing such a rune, it would naturally be normal, but he has already lost his vitality to condense such rune, and the power he has smashed, even if it is used to Looking at Dean Mo’s methods, maybe he will have some feelings. But he just left...it means that he did not want to take any risks before the Lushan Association."

Fu Su suddenly understood.

"This kind of risk is within the controllable range. People like him will never give up such an opportunity to fight." Pan Ruoye looked at the back of the blue shirt guru who disappeared in her sight, expressionless Turning his head to look at the Moshou City beside him, he said, "I just don't understand that the Taoist doctrine has always been hidden from the world, and it has no intersection with the world's dynasties. It does not intervene in the disputes between the dynasties. Why did it break this example?"

The Taoist doctrine is a very mysterious sect. Although it is powerful and does not enter the world, it is only known to practitioners like Mo and Shoucheng who are knowledgeable.

Even so, neither she nor Mo Shoucheng even knew the name of the blue shirt guru.

It is too difficult for an opponent who is completely unfamiliar and just retreats after a fight to guess the intention of the other party, so it is almost impossible for her question at this time to have an answer.

However, Mo Shoucheng is not an ordinary person.

"The intention is Lushan."

Mo Shoucheng looked at her peacefully and said, "At this time, he was wearing a lot, but his intention to retreat toward Lushan means that in his heart, it is safer to retreat to Lushan, which shows that he has some relationship with the people in Lushan. ."

Pan Ruoye said no more, but there was a chill in his eyes.

At this point, it is already clear.

At this time, only the Da Chu Dynasty came to Lushan, and the master of the Dao file was naturally related to someone who came to Lushan in the Da Chu Dynasty.

Mo Shoucheng's tired eyes were slightly closed, and a burst of energy was released from his body.

A breeze was blowing.

It took a lot of time to climb to Mid-Levels before, but at this time it was only a breeze blowing, just a few breathing time, the prospects of Ding Ning and Fu Su's eyes have completely changed, and they have reached the top of this mountain.

Between the plains on the outer side of Lushan, a huge row slowly appeared.

This group of people exceeds 5,000, but from the top of the mountain, you can vaguely see that only half of the more than 5,000 people are the army, and the other half are all officials and ceremonies of various colors. .

Countless bright yellow flags and golden dragon patterns on the canopy have been subtle at extremely long distances, yet they still have an amazing charm, and each one seems to fly out of the sky.

So that this team is always Jin Cancan, as dazzling as the sun at this time.

Between the world, naturally only when the emperor travels, can such a battle be possible.

After Chu Emperor came to Lushan, the second emperor finally arrived.

"You said it was really good. This second person who landed at Lushan was indeed the Yan Dynasty." Looking at such a golden team, the whole body is in a mysterious Qi machine, and it seems to become nothingness, constantly absorbing the farthest world The energetic Pan Ruoye glanced at Mo Shoucheng, and immediately sneered.

"Why can it be guessed that the second mountaineering must be the Yan Dynasty?" Ding Ning asked this time.

"The strength of the Dayan dynasty is not under the Dachu dynasty, but Emperor Yan is the most cautious and gentle, and everything is not in front of people, so he has been in power for many years and is also very conservative." Mo Shoucheng replied patiently.

Ding Ning asked: "What about the emperor of the Daqi Dynasty?"

Mo Shoucheng smiled faintly and said: "The emperor of the Daqi Dynasty was the most brazen, and the thick skin is unmatched in the world, but this is also his strength."

Fusu became curious. He couldn't help but ask the rest of the dynasties how he rated his father. But when he thought of asking such questions, he seemed too disrespectful to his father. He laughed at himself and gave up. Idea.

His subtle movements couldn't escape Mo Shoucheng's eyes. Mo Shoucheng glanced at Ding Ning, who had been quiet and silent. He thought that the genius born between the cities was more complicated and mature earlier.

Why don't you ask this kind of question, if you don't feel that the emperor Yuanwu and the empress are truly ruthless and have the heart to swallow the world, how can the other three dynasties regard the Great Qin Dynasty as the number one enemy?