Su Bian Cultivation World

The descendant of the old dragon god and the new god face each other across the air, and between them is Luo Jiujiang's tall, straight and fit body.

He is like a river that separates the old and the new from the Chu River to the Han border, but the heart of this embankment is obviously crooked.

Xuanwu smiled at Luo Jiujiang from afar.

At this time, there was more than two barriers between the two of them, it was difficult to communicate their voices, and it was easy to cause misunderstandings when expressing their opinions, so there was only a smile with fighting and killing intentions, like a brand new greeting card.

The cross-border passage of the cloud world where Luo Jiujiang is located has been closed. Of course, for Xuanwu, it probably doesn't take more effort than blinking to open the passage with one finger.

But he just smiled dismissively, and then he gave up that passage, took Netherworld instead, and opened up a new path that didn't exist.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Xuanwu came through the air, passed through the boundary membrane, and entered the cloud world with ease.

I don't know if it was out of some kind of ridicule, but the land he was standing on was exactly the place where Yin Banshi just fell into it not long ago.

Xuanwu went straight to one of the strongholds of the Three Thousand Alliance by himself.However, among the crowd present, it was thousands of people from the Three Thousand Alliance who were facing the enemy, and it was Xuan Wu, the polished commander, who was like an insignificant one.

He lightly smiled and brushed off his dark green robe, and said calmly without back pain while standing still: "It looks too nervous, everyone is not calm."

Luo Jiujiang watched him and realized that no matter what Xuanwu's nature was, he had some changes in appearance.

Those human puppets were not released in vain, and then shattered in vain.

At least two months ago, after Xuanwu walked in as if no one was there, it was absolutely impossible to talk to these mortals he regarded as ants.

However, now he has learned to ridicule in groups, which shows how much the experience of being with people has changed him.

Xuanwu raised his head and looked at the mid-air. There was a space water mirror hanging in the air. It was originally used to reflect the situation of each small world, but now the part representing the small world of Xiaguan has become pitch black.

But after Xuanwu saw it, his expression turned out to be very gratified.

"Very well, you have all seen what happened to Xiaguan Small World—then I don't need to repeat it again, so we all save a lot of trouble."

There was a small sound of restlessness in the crowd, and it quickly returned to calm.

Xuanwu watched this scene quietly without any reaction, obviously already had a good understanding of human nature.

He just looked at Luo Jiujiang, even ignoring Han Qianling behind him as always, and said naturally: "Last time I said, when we meet again, it's time to do it."

Luo Jiujiang nodded frankly: "Yes."

But soon, he added: "Give me a little time to dismiss the monks."

Xuanwu wondered: "Why should I give you this time? Is it because my opponent won't be restrained?"

"If you win, it doesn't matter to you whether they are dismissed or not, and there is no loss, anyway, human beings are all the same in your eyes," Luo Jiujiang did not answer directly from the perspective of Xuanwu's question.

"But you seem to want me to lose."

Luo Jiujiang said sincerely: "If you lose, then the rise and fall of these human beings has nothing to do with you."

He had tried his best to make his words euphemistic, but for Xuanwu, Luo Jiujiang's words were inevitably thorny, and it sounded like courting death.

However, Xuanwu looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Luo Lang, Luo Lang, have you never known what it means to be soft and bow your head?"

"Death trapped me in the prison, and I was broken to death; Qiongqi insulted my friend for several years, so I killed Qiongqi; Taotie and I had old grievances, and in the end he was killed by my knife...I accept The gift from the holy mountain, and he was helped to escape from the nether world. From the beginning to the end, Luo Jiujiang did not bow his head and refused to accept his fate."

Luo Jiujiang looked directly into Xuanwu's eyes, and said sonorously and forcefully: "I have not come all the way by being soft and bowing my head."

No matter what he said to Qiongqi Taotie or Baihu, I am afraid that it will only have the opposite effect, and it may even arouse the malice of those alien species.

But Xuanwu appreciates him.

For thousands of years, Xuanwu has been practicing the way of self. When the self comes, the whole world is me; when the self is narrow, everything except me is false.Luo Jiujiang's character happened to be against Xuanwu's temper.

Often in a trance, Xuanwu looked at Luo Jiujiang, feeling like he was looking in a mirror.

Luo Jiujiang reflects Xuanwu's persistence and perseverance, while Xuanwu reflects Luo Jiujiang's rare arrogance and coldness.

So he found Luo Jiujiang very pleasing to the eye, which did not prevent him from wanting to kill him.

"Okay, since Tian is with Chizi, how can I not be with Luolang?" Xuanwu nodded in agreement with Luo Jiujiang's request. He raised a finger and signaled, "Quarter of an hour."

enough time.

Luo Jiujiang simply and neatly made a hand gesture behind him. Most of the monks had heard the whole process of bargaining between Luo Jiujiang and Xuanwu, so they left without Luo Jiujiang talking.

Compared to Luo Jiujiang, Han Qianling knew more about these practices. He temporarily let go of Luo Jiujiang's hand, stepped forward, and mobilized them in the most reasonable and quick way.

Both Yin Banshi and You Su were gently persuaded away by him with a few words.

Before leaving, someone left a few water mirrors, so that they can watch the situation here at any time.

Luo Jiujiang was afraid that they would be too worried, so he deliberately leaned over and greeted Shui Jingli very closely.

Xuanwu looked at Luo Jiujiang's performance with great interest, and asked very politely: "Do you not know the gap between us at all, or are you really not nervous?"

Luo Jiujiang stood up straight, and replied seriously: "I know. I must withdraw these monks from the front line, because I am weak and you are strong."

"But since you still refuse to let go of the idea of ​​killing human beings, then killing you is what I must do."

Luo Jiujiang said frankly: "I will cut it when I meet a stone, break it when I meet a water, walk it when I meet a valley, and cross it when I meet a sea. There is only one way forward for me. I would rather die on the road than stop."

So today, the younger and weaker Luo Jiujiang stood calmly in front of Xuanwu, with clear and resolute eyes, without any fear.

Xuan Wu exclaimed: "If there are still some remnants of human beings left in the end, your name is worthy of being praised by their descendants for thousands of years."

Luo Jiujiang said with a smile: "Just to please, I'd better give this honor to Your Excellency."

"Then look at your skills."

Having said that, it has come to an end.Although there was no tension in the words, but the eyes of the four looked at each other, and they all saw the final end of this battle.

Not only do they have to decide the outcome, but they will definitely decide life and death in this battle.

Luo Jiujiang drew his sword, and Chengxue's frosty blade reflected his side face. Like never before, Luo Jiujiang felt that his sword was as heavy as a thousand weights, and the links on it bear the rise and fall of human beings from ancient times to the present.

At the end of the long road is victory or defeat, life and death, growth and decline, and beside Luo Jiujiang is Han Qianling.

No matter whether his path goes to black or white, whether it goes up to the poor and blue, or goes down to the end of hell, there will always be someone to walk side by side with him.

His best friend, his relative, and the only Taoist companion in his life.

"It's time, Xuanwu."

As Luo Jiujiang's words settled down, Han Qianling turned into a blue dragon, hovering in vain, encircling Luo Jiujiang in the dragon's body.

Yousu Painting Soul attaches great importance to charm, but it does not come out of nothing.He didn't even dare to change the color of Luo Jiujiang's clothes, for fear that if he changed his temperament, he would lose his painting spirit, so he was naturally more realistic about the scenes in the painting.

The picture scroll of the blue dragon surrounded by him that he once threw out is obviously well-founded.

At this time, the mighty and slender blue dragon surrounded Luo Jiujiang, and each scale of the blue dragon shone with a sharp cold light, making Luo Jiujiang in the center look like a wind and thunder.

They have been together since they were young, with the tips of their knives matching each other, attacking from left to right, attacking and defending, both advancing and retreating.Now that the long sword is replaced by claws, and the dragon body is replaced by the human body, they are still familiar with each other and have a tacit understanding, as if the sword is the embodiment of the will of the dragon, and the tail is the extension of the human limbs.

Suddenly, Xuanwu collided with Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling in mid-air.

The blade and Xuanwu's palm wrestled past each other, making a piercing fleshy sound, and the sparks produced by the collision fell from the sky to the ground, and the moment they met the grass and trees, they burned the leaves and turned into an immortal fire. wildfire.

The blue dragon circled around Luo Jiujiang. He was Luo Jiujiang's spear and Luo Jiujiang's shield.

There are two of them, each possessing the source of yin and yang, and they seem to have the upper hand by fighting more, but in fact, Xuanwu is stronger.

Perhaps understanding the complex emotions of human beings is really the last piece of the puzzle to complete Daoyuan for a special species like Xuanwu.

At the White Tiger Banquet, Xuanwu's aura when he appeared was enough to make most human monks dizzy and weak, but today's Xuanwu is even stronger than then.

His Dao heart, Dao source, and the Dao he is walking now are all in one, almost impeccable.

——Ba Kezi is probably inherently more resistant to beating than a mortal body.

Luo Jiujiang was overflowing with knives, and immediately rushed to the nine famous families of Xuanwu. In addition to the palms touched by real knives and guns, the blades of swords and blades emerged layer by layer like waves, intending to drown Xuanwu on the spot.However, there was a faint golden light on the opponent's body, and even the corner of his sleeve didn't scratch a thread.

Xuanwu, who was shrouded in that layer of light, suddenly gave people the illusion of a light wheel of Purdue.In the short moment of the confrontation, he was so self-conscious that he almost lost himself.

Luo Jiujiang's blade was still against Xuanwu's palm, Xuanwu smiled at him, not caring about the fleshy blade, and slowly tightened his hand.

The blue dragon slammed into him three times, the force was enough to tear apart an ordinary small world, and even shake the holy mountain.However, the moment the power of Daoyuan collided with Xuanwu, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he took all of it.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the only dragon after ten thousand years..." Xuanwu said with emotion, "But in my new world, there is no need for the old gods."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling both sensed something was wrong.At that moment, the two turned from offense to defense at the same time, and Luo Jiujiang's reincarnation path even showed a faint phantom behind him, but the next moment, that phantom was covered by Xuanwu's figure.

The Tao of Xuanwu is self.

Xuanwu's Tao is himself.

In the wrestling of Dao, the human-shaped Xuanwu held the sundial of Luo Jiujiang's Samsara Dao.

Han Qianling rushed towards Xuanwu like crazy, and those who had seen how calm he was in the past didn't even dare to recognize him.However, Xuanwu just pushed Han Qianling away lightly, and his eyes were almost pity at that moment.

"You newborn dragon, you don't even have a Tao."

At the moment when Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath and raised his head, and the sundial on the gate of life was pinched by Xuanwu and even deformed, a figure suddenly appeared on the battlefield that had been emptied.

At the moment when Luo Jiujiang was suffering, it seemed that there was nothing unusual about a few people coming.The strange thing is that this person came from the cross-boundary passage on the Xuanwu side.

Dong Shuangyu rolled up her robe sleeves, looked up at the direction where the three were fighting, her voice was neither high nor low, but clear enough.

He broke into the battle abruptly like this, and then asked abruptly: "Why isn't the Master's Taoism the Xuanwu body?"

After asking this question out of pure curiosity, Dong Shuangyu smiled and said calmly, "Because your lord is not Xuanwu at all, but he has been using the name of Xuanwu for thousands of years, right?"