I have nothing but luck

Mo Luo and Jiang Jingxing faced each other and stood on the highest peak of a series of snow-capped mountains to the west, which is also the highest mountain in the world.

It fit Jiang Jingxing and Mo Luo's wishes very well.

Jiang Jingxing was afraid that the aftermath of the fight would harm the innocent, while Mo Luo was waiting for the highest mountain in the world, enjoying the four spirits returning from all directions to worship.

Let you be admired by thousands of people during your lifetime, the ancient gods, and the little family property left behind after death that you thought would benefit your descendants can be used as a knife in the hands of others?

A knife does not recognize its owner.

Of course, it can be aimed at the people and land they swore to protect.

Mo Luo slowly wiped the hand that he had just pulled the qi machine and detonated the Haojing Palace formation, and confirmed that the last trace of spiritual power in his body was gathered in the dantian, ready to meet his own fame and fortune in the best state of perfection. holy battle.

After finishing all this, he looked at Jiang Jingxing with a smile and said, "You are a step late. Before you climbed to the top of the mountain, I just detonated the formation of the Haojing Palace."

Hundreds of years of silent planning probably suffocated Mo Luo, making him impatient to announce to Jiang Jingxing the secret joy and pride he had kept in his heart for a long time: "Can the small country of Nanman survive the pressure of half the army in the Western Wilderness?" There are two opinions all day long. The Zhenxi Army is in a state of disunity, and under the pressure of the other half of the Western Wilderness Army and the Northern Wilderness Twelve Divisions, it is bound to be defeated.

Even with the support of the three sects of the Southern Region, one of the three celestial beings of the three sects died and two were seriously injured, and the remaining highest combat power is no more than Mahayana, which is not very useful. "

The distance between Mahayana and heaven and man is like the difference between heaven and earth.

One is still a mortal with flesh and bones, but the other can already communicate with the way of heaven, so they are called heaven and man.

The strange thing is that Moro doesn't seem to have the slightest arrangement on the northern side.

Of course this is not the case.

Mo Luo said: "The northern border envoys have become confused, and the Zhenbei army can't take care of themselves. As for the Guiyuan army, they are powerful. They are not the same as those wine bags and rice bags. I don't know if Xie Ronghua is added, how is it compared to the national teacher?"

The eyesight of the holy realm allowed Mo Luo to see that when the national teacher was mentioned, Jiang Jingxing's eyes moved slightly.

This discovery made him feel happy: "Sometimes I don't know much about national teachers. With the white tiger aura, he could enter the holy realm 200 years ago. People are his opponents, but they are struggling to suppress their cultivation."

"It's nothing more than struggling to suppress your cultivation. Anyway, he hasn't been out of the holy realm in the past 200 years. He is also strong enough. He knows that he will be backlashed by the blood oath he made back then, but he still wants to kill Ji Huang anyway. What a shame! Stupid as hell."

Mo Luo and the national teacher are actually close relatives.

If it is really based on Xihuang's seniority, the national teacher is actually Mo Luo's father's cousin.

Back then, the Goddess of the Western Wilderness and the White Tiger Qi had already established a connection, and she was only waiting to marry someone and have a child, giving birth to a man of destiny who was destined to become a saint with the White Tiger Qi.

But I didn't want the Goddess of the Western Wilderness to marry a young man from Kyushu in the end, and she disappeared.

The national teacher is her son born with a white tiger spirit.

Also because of half of the barbarian blood in his body, the national teacher is always worried that after becoming a saint with the help of the white tiger, the barbarian blood in his body will gain the upper hand and be unable to restrain himself. Things that can be done with a lift of his feet, but Tolerated 200 years without sanctification.

In the end, because Ji Huang's previous efforts were wasted, he was controlled by Mo Luo.

Jiang Jingxing finally spoke: "Because the national teacher thinks that Ji Huang, who holds the dragon and tiger formation and the lives of hundreds of millions of people in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, is more important than himself."

He was not irritated by Mo Luo's ridicule, nor did he feel hopeless about the current situation. He mocked in a calm manner: "Of course you don't understand what the national teacher is thinking."

"After all, summer insects talk about ice, frogs in wells look at the sky, and mayflies don't understand human emotions. It's a very normal thing."

Moro strikes.

He felt that his own palm, with the help of the white tiger, green dragon, and basalt power, was enough to pierce the mountain to the bottom of the valley, break the snow-capped mountains that stretched for thousands of miles, and completely divide the bottomless South China Sea into two halves.

But he was stopped by Jiang Jingxing's Baji sword which slipped out of its sheath.

Mo Luo was really shocked at this moment. He closed his eyes and felt it for a while, and said in a voiceless voice: "Your soul lamp, how is it possible?"

After experiencing the manipulations done by the Nanjiang enshrined, even though the soul lamp is intact as before, Jiang Jingxing will still be fascinated.

Practitioners value the soul the most.

There is a lack of soul in this part, no matter how amazingly talented Jiang Jingxing is, he will conscientiously block Jiang Jingxing firmly from the threshold of [-]% perfection, and set him at [-]% of the place where he cannot move forward.

Ten percent and ninety percent, the difference is not as simple as one point.

Mo Luo's palm, if it was normal, even Jiang Jingxing, who fought with him outside Zhenxi City last time, would definitely be beyond his reach.

However, today's Jiang Jingxing took over steadily and did not fall behind.

Mo Luo was puzzled: "What did you do to your soul lamp? How could your soul be as good as ever?"

This is not something that Jiang Jingxing can just piece together.

It stands to reason that the gods are powerless, and the Buddha sighed.

"This tells us that mud can't support the wall, even if you borrow the mud from the three spirits."

Jiang Jingxing couldn't help sighing, and then spread his hands: "The soul lamp is with Ah Ci, I don't know what he did."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Jingxing drew his sword again: "But you can only repay Ah Ci once or twice by taking your head back!"

Mo Luo was so angry that his veins twitched violently, and he shot at the same time as Jiang Jingxing.

What about the [-]% perfect holy land?He has three spiritual powers to help him, is he still afraid of Jiang Jingxing who is helpless?

So what if Jiang Jingxing could beat him?Jiang Jingxing is a [-]% perfect holy land, but he is not overpowered. After defeating him, Kyushu is like a capsized ship, and the decline is irreversible.

"Good Dongliu."

Xie Tingbai showed a regretful look on his face: "You should be the pride of the Xie family and the younger generation I value the most, just because you used this trick against you, why did the relationship between you and me fall to such a point? "

It was as if Xie Rongjiao had some deep friendship with him.

The more Xie Tingbai thought about it, the more he felt that it was not worth it.

He worked so hard to conquer half of the country, and the father and daughter of the Xie family all turned against him. Who would he let the country he conquered go to?

Xie Tingbai was heartbroken when he thought that after a hundred years, no one would inherit the family business he had laid down, and he almost wanted to give up.

Dongliu's momentum was so powerful that it almost swallowed the entire Fengling City Lord's Mansion and half of Fengling City together, but the high tower remained as bright as ever and was immortal.

Xie Rongjiao did not hide his low momentum under the Dongliu style, on the contrary, it was the torrential river that set off his figure with windy sleeves like a towering tower of light rising above the clouds, even though the sky was covered with dark clouds, the light still reflected The whole city remains unchanged forever.

"It's because I can make a trick that you and I have come to this point."

Xie Rongjiao's expression was indifferent, as if a god descended into the world, and he could see the shadow of Phoenix Gaohua in people's imagination from his expression: "Dongliu only sends people who go with the times, and of course those who go against the times will be killed with a single sword."

After finishing speaking, he grasped the sword and slashed straight to meet Xie Tingbai's huge sword born from the heart, hanging high above the head of Fengling City Lord's Mansion, gathering the momentum of the wind and clouds.

It's really deadwood.

Xie Tingbai was half regretful and half angry: "Since Dongliu was born from the meaning of the river, then I will cut the river across and build embankments to stop it. How dare you speak wildly?"

Xie Rongjiao had countless opportunities to cut him down by the sword.

When he grasped the big eyes of Fengling City, Xie Tingbai had no turning back.

It is impossible for him to beat Jiang Jingxing.

However, Xie Rongjiao's youthful pride flared up, and he forcibly released Xie Tingbai from Jiang Jingxing's hands, saying that he wanted to kill him himself.

It's ridiculously young.

Xie Tingbai's heart was as cold as iron, thinking indifferently.

Sooner or later, he will die on his own will.

For example now.

The giant sword moved, just as the owner wanted, and was firmly blocked on the east-flowing river. No matter how turbulent the river was, it was always the most solid and reliable. It took tens of thousands of laborers and decades of painstaking efforts to build it. of the dam.

Standing still, unshakable.

Xie Rongjiao did not regret not letting Jiang Jingxing kill Xie Tingbai with his sword.

He also didn't feel like he was being impulsive.

He felt like he was just doing what he was supposed to do.

For example, fight Xie Tingbai across the border.

For example, after the cross-border battle against Xie Tingbai, killing him will give an explanation to the common people in the world, and to the ancestors of the Xie family.

Xie Rongjiao believed that what he did was right.

I also believe that I will win in the end.

So he has awe-inspiring spirit under his sword.

The dam can stop the river water, but how can it stop the great gas?

Xie Rongjiao turned his sword, and the river water sparked countless water arrows, dense like rain, and then disappeared into the air, like a big river that appeared out of thin air and never appeared before.

The murderous intent has not diminished at all, even worse.

Because the eastward flow of the river has turned into a mighty sword that fills the city.

Xie Rongjiao said: "Someone is waiting for me in front."

And I rushed over to fight side by side with him.

It's not impulsiveness, it's not aimless arrogance.

I have people I want to protect, and rivers and mountains I want to protect.

What I want to protect are my loved ones, my closest relatives and friends.

It is the prosperous scene of singing and dancing in Haojing and Fengling City, and it is also the leisurely and comfortable life of drinking, drinking and storytelling in ordinary small villages.

This cross-border battle is well worth it.

What Xie Rongjiao did was not the sword style of the Haoran Sword, nor was it the astonishingly powerful Qiangudongliu.

He unleashes his sword with the momentum of Dongliu, makes a turning point with the sword style of Haoran, and finally ends with Qiangu.

Complete this one-of-a-kind sword.

What lasts forever is the noble spirit of the ages, not what you Xie Tingbai called the ancestral incense, the Xie family business.

The same is true for what needs to be passed on.

Such a unique sword is very worthy of the death of a strong man in the realm of heaven and man.

Xie Rongjiao put the sword back into its sheath, it seemed that he was not proud of the fact that he had killed a strong man in the Heavenly Human Realm who was the closest to the Holy Realm under his sword, and he didn't seem much excited about it.

He knows the road ahead of him, and he doesn't regret walking it.

He wanted to find Jiang Jingxing to join him in the first battle of Mo Luo. Compared with Mo Luo, who had three auras in one body, Xie Tingbai was just a rock that he had to cross.

Xie Rongjiao's feet were like an immortal relying on the wind to control the wind, rushing towards the direction Jiang Jingxing was going without stopping.

"You can rest assured to find your beloved, draw your sword and fight for your beliefs."

"As for Fengling City, leave it to me to protect."

This sentence seemed to say goodbye to Xie Rongjiao, but also seemed to be said to Xie Huan who was rushing to Nanman Road.

Zhu Yan bid farewell to the figure in red at the city gate, and when she turned her head back, her expression was cold and solemn, she flicked the formation plate with her fingers, and a mysterious formation with endless changes and infinite murderous intent was born between her fingers.

Few people know that half of Xie Ronghua's ability to form troops is given by Zhu Yan.

But after this battle, everyone in the world must know.