I have nothing but luck

The incense burner seemed to understand Princess Ruyang's embarrassment, and came here specially to solve her problems. When the cigarette dissipated, it spit out an extra message talisman.

Princess Ruyang recognized the fluctuation of the national teacher's spiritual power from the talisman, she frowned, and smiled happily: "It seems that I don't need to be in a dilemma to be this villain."

She brushed off her clothes and got up leisurely, "The national teacher said that if Ji Huang is pursued with a blood oath, he will bear all the consequences. I guarantee that it will not affect me at all, so why should I seek skin with a tiger?"

Princess Ruyang's eyes were full of disdain, but she was good at nourishing her energy, as if she said a trivial matter: "Hui Niang, go and destroy the communication circle with the Zhou family, and look at the message from Ji Huang's son. Come in and see that I am very angry."

The female officer responded briskly, "Your Highness should have been like this a long time ago. Could it be that he will be under the control of Ji Huang and his descendants for the rest of his life?"

"I know I may not be able to keep your life."

Mo Luo is full of evil, and if he lives another day, he should burn incense to celebrate his good life, and he was not taken away by God in advance.

But he is indeed an opponent to be reckoned with.

Jiang Jingxing didn't seem to realize that his words undermined his prestige: "You have left too many behinds, it's really not easy to completely keep your life alive."

Mo Luo shook his head regretfully: "If there was no mutation of the Jiang family 30 years ago, and the soul lamp in Ru Yang's hands, you, Jiang Jingxing, should have ignored me a long time ago. It is not impossible to keep me completely. .

As soon as he changed his voice, he suddenly became sharp: "Everyone in Kyushu is scheming against you, wooing you for their own profit when nothing happens, and sometimes pushing you out as a talisman, risking their lives to protect such a group of people. Don't you think Are you angry?"

Reasoning with Mo Luo, the reasoning becomes more and more crooked.

"I don't pay attention to you now."

The corners of Jiang Jingxing's clothes fluttered up and down in the wind, making a rustling sound, like throwing all of the thousands of bright lights burning inside and outside the Marshal's Mansion on a person, under the brilliant light that can illuminate the night as bright as day , unexpectedly all of a sudden unattainable rise.

There is a kind of indifference in the world that cannot tolerate him.

"Furthermore, if I get angry on the spot, I'll be refreshing, even if I accidentally close my eyes one day, it doesn't matter. It's not like you, who have all the deep and small hatreds stuffed in his stomach, saying that he is waiting for the day of great success to go back together with retribution. But I didn't expect that I would burp my fart halfway, and I would die so useless and aggrieved."

Although Mo Luo was born in a barren place, he has read all the books he should read. He has been used to planning and countering the situation for 200 years. He couldn't react to the vicious words on his face for a while.

In the end, he couldn't let go of the burden of his identity, and he smiled with a bit of gnashing of teeth, diluting his kind demeanor to distortion: "You are so confident, why don't you see the truth under your hand."

Jiang Jingxing heaved a sigh of relief: "I'm afraid how long I'll have to argue with you. In addition, I'm here this time to tell you that you don't want to use the hard work of the radical."

He no longer has the carefree and undisciplined energy that he used to have in the past, and it is even enough for outsiders to see the essence of a saint through his skin that makes little ladies admire.

There is no man in the world more saintly than he.

"You have a lot of hole cards. You are an old guy who has lived for more than 200 years. Unfortunately, it is useless. No matter how many hole cards you have, I will kill you with one sword!"

Mo Luo's smile faded away, and he said grimly: "Then let me see the Haoran Sword that will cut off all my hole cards one by one."

As soon as he waved his hand, there was an earthquake and thunder.

It was as if countless immortal soldiers from the sky came down to the world in a majestic manner, and the dust kicked up by the armor was flying three feet.

One hundred thousand demon cultivators besieged the city.

The westernmost and strongest line of defense in the 200 years since the founding of Weibei Zhou.

Following the fall of the Jiang family, the commander of the Zhenxi Army died, creating a line of defense that was riddled with holes and holes.

Under the garrison of Pingcheng, Jiang Jingxing forcibly killed the Donghuang radical.

But there is a difference between the Heavenly Human Realm and the Holy Realm.

Jiang Jingxing couldn't put it into words: "You need to change what you said. It's not that I saw the real chapter under your hands, but under the hands of you and the hundred thousand demon cultivators. Of course you lost because of your bad taste, and you should bear all the blame: you won the credit It will also be distributed to one hundred thousand demon cultivators."

In this way, Jiang Jingxing was almost invincible ideologically from the beginning.

Although this ideological invincibility probably not many people would really want it.

Mo Luo looked at him without a word, and couldn't believe that at this juncture, Jiang Jingxing still didn't forget to talk about it, taking pleasure in suffering.

Jiang Jingxing looked towards the east and said, "If you don't come again, it will be really annoying."

"If you dare to give me small shoes to wear, I will speak ill of you in Ah Ci's ear when I go back."

She's a very confidante, she's not ashamed at all of blowing on her pillow.

He drew out the Baji sword like he had drawn his sword countless times in the past, as if he was facing an ordinary opponent he had faced countless times in the past.

The most simple and unadorned posture, without any bells and whistles and blood sacrificial swords.

Moro closed his eyes.

What he had to admit was that Jiang Jingxing's Haoran Sword was too powerful. To his level, he didn't rely on the sword at all, or even rely on the sword's intent to kill people.

Everything in the world can be a sword, a flower and a leaf, a grass and a tree, the so-called Haoran sword floating in the air.

Jiang Jingxing's Haoran Sword is no longer like the sword in this world.

It is a way that is integrated with the heaven and the earth, making it impossible for people to find any flaws.

Even Mo Luo had to close his five senses, relying only on his most basic and direct holy-land intuition, which can communicate with heaven and earth, to sense Baji Sword.

If Jiang Jingxing hadn't lost that soul lamp—

I'm afraid there is nothing wrong with Tamoro in this world.

But Jiang Jingxing lacked the soul lamp, that is, God's will to help him, and the east wind to help him.

Moro couldn't help smiling, and he raised his hand to indicate the sword.

Mo Luo is not as lucky as Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao. He is famous for choosing the master of the sword. He is not picky about the master's sword because of his high spirit and he doesn't like it.

The hundred thousand magic cultivators are well-trained, and they set up bows and strings and ladders in a uniform manner.

Although the Zhenxi Army is also a fierce soldier trained in iron and blood, there is a sudden change, the morale of the army is slackened, and the city is full of soldiers running around, trying to calm down the army and restore the situation by yelling loudly, but they do not know that their slightly trembling voices are doomed. The powerlessness of the field.

Jiang Jingxing didn't look at the situation of the demon cultivator approaching the city, but only faced Mo Luo, immersing himself in his awe-inspiring sword.

Mo Luo raised his eyebrows. He was not impressive in appearance, and his stature was not so tall and burly. Walking on the street, there might be naughty children who would treat him as a talkative old man and beg for a sugar man.

But he is indeed a saint who has survived 200 years of changes in the world and ascended to the holy land.

At this moment, he seems to have gathered all the 200 years of turmoil he has personally experienced in his large robe sleeves, mysterious, sublime, and unfathomable.

Seeing him like a mountain pressing down on him.

Moro raised his eyebrows and drew out his sword.

According to his expectation, Mo Luo's sword should traverse the entire town of Zhenxi, split upwards the cloud cover in the sky, and downwards smash all the mansions and residences including the Marshal's Mansion into broken bricks and tiles, and even penetrate the 200-year-old indestructible The walls of the city, announced to the world that another saint was born.

The wind lingered around his hand for a while, and then moved away lightly. Some kind of bird was chirping on the branches.

The Marshal's Mansion is in good condition, there is not a single gap on the roof tiles, and it still glows smooth and golden under the moonlight.

No movement.

It's embarrassing.

Moro raised his hand again in disbelief,

Cut off again.

The birds chirped more cheerfully, and from the previous chirping and chirping over a step, they changed to chirping, which disturbed Moro.

Moro suddenly laughed out of his annoyance.

It makes people wonder whether he was mentally disturbed by the blow.

Moro understood the key.

Jiang Jingxing thought that the Qi of heaven and earth was nothing more than Qi of grandeur, so he used Qi of grandeur to control the Qi of heaven and earth.

And the practitioner relies on the spiritual power in his body to control the energy of the heaven and the earth, regardless of whether it is clear or turbid, so that he has all kinds of magical powers that startle people's eyelids in the practice.

He decided not to entangle with Jiang Jingxing any longer, and raised his hand again, this time not for the sword, but for the convenience of Moxiu in the distance to see him attacking the city with his raised gestures.

In the confrontation between the saints, the hand was raised three times, but it was only a blink of an eye when Moxiu drew his bow.

Mo Luo must not have turned over the almanac before this time.

Farther away, a line of smoke and dust billowed towards the sky like a tidal wave.

The smoke and dust came very quickly.It was so fast that Mo Luo didn't have time to put his hand down, and he had already seen clearly the leader, a woman in a red dress and a red horse, with a treasured sword on her waist.

The traces of sword energy condensed on the grass, flowers, leaves and even the bricks and tiles of the house changed.

They gradually gather in one place, transforming from invisible to tangible, like water dripping through stones, accumulating less and becoming more.

The vast army of Guiyuan came to Moxiu.

The moment the arrow was sent from the string, a long rainbow crossed the sky from Zhenxi City, piercing the poles of the sky and the earth with a sword.

The dark clouds receded, and the bright moon gave way.

After the radiance of the Changhong gradually dissipated, Mo Luo was no longer seen in Zhenxi City, leaving behind a bottle of radical blood that was knocked down on the ground.

Jiang Jingxing withdrew his sword and smiled: "You helped me cover up the Tianji partnership pit Moluo once, and I will sprinkle this bottle of heart and soul for you to save you from disaster."

The national teacher in Haojing Palace wiped the blood from his lips, and sighed with a smile: "Please worry about it, my doom is coming, there is no way to avoid it."

Unless he voluntarily cut off his love thread.

How can he let go of the affection that has lingered for more than two hundred years?

A figure in red hurriedly came from the south of Zhenxi City and rushed into the city. The situation was urgent, Xie Huan didn't care about his appearance, he pressed out his wrinkled clothes and the hair that fell from his crown, and told about his journey.

He pointed at Jiang Jingxing's nose angrily and cursed: "Jiang Jingxing, look at the second time you want to do this kind of thing without saying a word, will I help you notify the first day of junior high school, and clean up the mess for you!"

After saying that, he consciously slipped his words, and shook his sleeves angrily: "Forget it! Don't even think about doing it a second time!"

Jiang Jingxing was lost in thought on another matter.

In front of him, Xie Huan, who was so angry that he had no manners, Xie Ronghua, his old enemy outside the city, and A Ci, who was waiting to settle accounts with him in Buddha City.

Tsk, exciting.

He felt a little hopeless in life for a moment.

Thousands of landlords in Donghai City laughed loudly and swung their sleeves: "Let's go to the Buddha School to watch the excitement."

How many years can there be a great excitement, how can you miss it?