Every move is exactly the same as what I saw in the Heavenly Fire Secret Realm. There is no tepidness or fire. There are no heart-stirring stories that make people cry. There is no grandeur of the sky collapsing and the earth destroying the world. It is just walking on the road. The only thing that can shock people.
It's just that they keep walking and never stop.
Li Luo thought for a long time and finally realized that this is the time...
He, the black sword and the white knife, as well as the living and dead mountains below and beyond, the snow-capped mountains towering into the sky, the Great Wall pavilions that cut across the north and south, the spiritual river that reaches the sky that never seems to dry up, and flowers forever
The flower beds in full bloom all day long have been passers-by over the years. Many years from now, maybe the fog that shrouds the wasteland will dissipate completely, the snow will melt, and the white salt sea in Mobei may turn into a lake.
, an inland sea, finally deserved the title of White Salt Sea, but by that time, perhaps no one could remember the name White Salt Sea.
After the years have passed and the sky fire has gone away, this door may exist for ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even one million years, but it will eventually collapse, and everything behind the door will be reduced to fly ash.
Li Luo suddenly wondered if anyone had made a picture of the years. When he encountered something good-looking or interesting, he would read it more slowly, bit by bit, day by day. When he encountered something boring and monotonous, he would just sweep it away, and then look at it again.
It was already a hundred years later when I looked at it. In the eyes of the person holding the painting, the length of time is probably different from the length of time in the eyes of ordinary people. I just don’t know that I spent half my life in the army, but how many pictures can fit into the person holding the painting?
Eye.
The black sword and the white sword walked up to Li Luo, pointing the tip of the sword forward. Li Luo raised his head, his eyes followed the sword body and the black sword and the white sword met each other's eyes. There was an inexplicable relief in each other's eyes. This is an insurmountable skill.
Being inferior to people is no longer a chasm that can be bridged by moves, opportunities, forbearance, and calculations, but the gap in strength, just like a tiger and a fierce horse. If you avoid it, the fierce horse may have some vitality. If
If you must block the tiger, you will only die. If there were more fierce horses in this world, we should be able to stop the tiger, but it is a pity that he is the only one.
Looking down at this mortal who had blocked him for so long, Black Sword and White Sword couldn't bear to take action for a moment. He tried to recruit him many times, but was rejected. However, he was not very angry. After all, he did not make a mistake. Li Luo was indeed
Worth recruiting yourself.
No need to talk nonsense anymore, the black sword and the white sword nodded and smiled. The black sword was raised and slashed towards Li Luo's head. There was no sloppiness or too many emotions. As he said, killing is just killing, without so much pretentiousness.
This sword was naturally very fast. Li Luo watched and thought that he could dodge this sword, but the second sword, the third sword... the first sword, the second sword... the four people of Cangyang Jiahe were still far away.
Standing on the edge of the stone platform, they did not move a step. Just when the weapons raised by the black sword and the white sword were about to fall to their heads, their faces did not change at all, as if they had painted a facial makeup and put it on their faces in a dull and monotonous manner.
superior.
Either he shouldn't dodge this sword. Anyway, he can't dodge past the first grade of junior high school, but he can't dodge from the fifteenth grade. This idea is quite tempting, but what is faster than his thoughts is his hand, together with the dawn in his hand.
Dream knife.
The blade blocked the spine of the sword, but the black sword and the white sword did not withdraw the black sword. They suddenly exerted force and pressed the Xiaomeng sword towards Li Luo's chest. The black sword reflected in the eyes like a black mountain, and the force of ten thousand was moving along the Xiaomeng sword.
Meng Dao poured down, and for a moment his energy and blood surged, and he was almost crushed to death under the black sword. The black sword and the white sword didn't wait for Li Luo to react, and he waved his left hand lightly. Li Luo's face turned pale, and he didn't know what was going on.
It's the elusive white sword.
The black sword broke through Xiaomeng Dao's resistance and slashed down suddenly. The white sword also cut out, jumped over Xiaomeng Dao, and stabbed Li Luo's body. The sword entered his body, but the expected blood splattered everywhere.
Appeared. With a muffled sound, both the black sword and the white knife fell on the stone platform. I don't know what the stone platform was made of. It was extremely hard. Even such a magical weapon could not pierce the stone platform.
Only two faint white marks were left on the surface.
The black sword and the white sword glanced sideways, and the afterimage was still in front of him, but the real body was already half a foot away, but this time he was in an unprecedented state of embarrassment. Li Luo fell to the ground, and after a few rolls, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
, gasping for air, he reluctantly got up from the ground, knelt on one knee, held the Xiaomeng knife with one hand, and breathed in desperately, like a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
Black Sword and White Sword stood up and said without hiding his envy: "The secret arts of space are better than those so close to the end of the world. Such pseudo-magical powers are simply unbearable in the face of real rules."
"Want it? I'll give it to you!" Li Luo smiled and tried to stand up, but without the giant door to rely on, he found it difficult to even stand up.
Black Sword and Bai Dao raised an eyebrow: "Really?"
"But I have a condition." Seeing that Black Sword and White Sword were silent, Li Luo smiled casually, "If you don't open this door, I will tell senior the secret of this power."
"I thought you would ask me to spare your life."
"Fate? Forget it, it's useless to keep it."
Black Sword and White Sword sighed: "You are too stubborn."
"Senior, you want to say that I'm stupid." Li Luo coughed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said with a bitter smile.
"It's important for you to know yourself." Black Sword and White Sword looked at Li Luo with regret. The trapped beast was still fighting, but with the mess he was in now, even his dying struggle was of little use.
The black sword hung above his head, and the white sword with a smile on his face. Li Luo could most likely dodge this sword, but if the onlookers didn't take action, then this would be the last sword he could dodge.
The sword was not swung very fast. The black sword and the white sword were waiting. He felt that someone would definitely save Li Luo before he died. Even if he died, it would not be so easy. But the black sword and the white sword had forgotten.
Li Luo, a mere commoner, walked from the south of the sky to the extreme north. Now he was standing on the stone platform, blocking in front of the giant door. This was already very difficult, and it almost exhausted all his mental calculations. If he had been there early in the morning,
Knowing the origin of Tianhuo Yuanxue, maybe we can arrange it more calmly, but we have spent too much energy on the road and have no time to care about it.
To hide or not to hide... This sword is indeed very slow. It is so slow that Li Luo has enough time to see the sword slowly approaching his neck. He can also see his own reflection clearly from the black sword.
, bleak and embarrassed, but there was also a trace of indifference that made him slightly satisfied. Fortunately, it was not embarrassing.
Li Luo's indifference made Black Sword and White Sword feel an indescribable regret, like a jar of old wine.