Chapter 1 Two people in Mu Liang City

The sky of Mu Liangcheng always seems to be late. Even if the sun has risen, it is difficult to dispel the shadow in the tens of millions of deserted houses.

The cold wind on the northern desert is passing the house, bringing the desolate wind like thousands of people crying, making this city look like a ghost city.

But there are still two people here!

The former is Luo Qingyang, a lone sword fairy, who raises a sword with a city, known in the world, and knows the world.

The latter is Qi Lin, who is still unknown at this moment.

But unlike Luo Qingyang, Qi Lin is a normal person.

When the sun shines into the room, he gets up.

Pushing the door of the room and walking out, the seven spirit pigeons gurgled and flew over.

Qi Lin took the ingredients from the pigeons, walked into the kitchen, and started cooking.

The sound of the kitchen knife, the smoke rises, the aroma overflows, the desolation of Mu Liangcheng seems to have dissipated here.

"Uncle Luo, eat!"

Although the sword has not produced the sheath, the houses on both sides of the street and the streets are turned into pure desolate swords.

"I want to practice swords with a lone city, your kid every day ping ping -pong, how can my desolate sword practice?"

However, Luo Qingyang was not interested in them, and he simply turned around.

But now, his seven sword swordsmanship has achieved it, and the fire dance spinning swordsmanship has also entered the door. How can you achieve the seven qi and one?

Luo Qingyang was not forgiving, but his hands still picked up the chopsticks.

Qi Lin stunned, and then shook his head and said, "Uncle Luo, I know you are kind, but I haven't lived enough, let's forget it!"

"Bottleneck? What are you practicing the seven -door swordsmanship, as long as you specialize in one door, what bottlenecks can you reach the Xiaoyao Heavenly Realm at any time?"

Luo Qingyang has always been unwilling to move his mind for such trivial matters, and he has disappeared in place.

But for more than ten years, no one has just stepped into this city half a step.

But after all, they still overestimated themselves. Between a few breathing, dozens of soldiers had fallen to the ground. Their war horses lay on the ground and shed tears.

Breakfast was finished, Luo Qingyang was sitting in crisis. On the sword, he could still pointers Qi Lin.

Qi Lin wanted to get more distressed, and felt that his head was about to explode.

At the beginning, Luo Qingyang was very disgusted with this child who did not ask for.

He had no intention of showing his head, and hid on the back of the roof not far away. The seven spirit pigeons fell beside him and motionless.

He frowned: "Qi Xiaozi, how many times I told you, and get less fireworks when cooking."

"But Qi Sword refused to be used by me, and the casting light sword, there is no material in this world!"

Relying on the seven swords, he escaped from the battlefield, but did not break through the rivers and lakes.

Qi Lin's arrival made him feel that he was personal again.

Even if the sword fairy was sitting opposite, Qi Lin was not polite at all, and even turned his eyes to show his speechlessness.

"Who will come to this kind of place?"

"I have never seen you for half a month! Although you and I have different ways, Xi Jian is like walking against the water.

To this day, he has reached the peak of the territory of the world's martial arts.

Changhong, Bing Chou, Ziyun, Rainflowers, Ben Lei, Qiuguang, Whirlwind.

In the final analysis, Luo Qingyang is also a person, and people do not like loneliness.

The leading general was wearing golden scholarly iron armor, and two tiger heads hung behind the waist.

Without a moment, a middle -aged man wearing a gray robe and a strange long sword appeared silently next to the table.

"Knot!"

This time there is a good show. It looks good.

He can stay alone for decades, nor is it because he wants to be lonely, but to bring out the sisters in the Apocalypse City, and no longer lonely.

Twelve years ago, the Tianwai Lord Ye Ding led the army to attack the northern departure. Qi Lin also crossed the world and became a soldier on the battlefield.

There is a memory of the seven swords.

But he didn't want to do this.

Qi Lin shook his head, put Qi Jian in his own sword box, followed up.

The comer was not a person, but a team of soldiers, wearing a black armor, a waist -hanging knife, holding a long gun, riding a war horse, and exuding the evil spirits of the veteran soldiers.

Seven dwelling swords flew, and around Qi Lin, the sword owner cheered.

Qi Lin placed breakfast on his own table, shouting at the sky.

Luo Qingyang frowned and looked at the gate of the city, "Someone has stepped into the gate!"

Qi Lin shook his head distressedly and reached out.

"Go and see!"

The leader pulled out the double knife behind his back, and dozens of soldiers put on a gun array.

There are still many people around Mu Liangcheng. They are all spies. They are staring at Luo Qingyang, a lone sword fairy, and see if he will leave the city.

The seven swords are combined, seven gas is combined, and can enter the big light sword realm! "

"I am now thinking about the seven swords, and the seven -door swordsmanship is like a fingering arm, but I don’t know how to close them together."

"Naturally, it is the bottleneck of the seven -door sword method.

"Is it going to find someone to find a seven -sword, or to cast a bright sword."

After the volcanic cast swordsman Mo will be cast as a bright sword, the Changhong sword master insisted that the sword of the gods and Lingshanmen fought above the nine days. He realized that the big light swordsmanship can make one person unify the power of the seven swords at the same time.

Luo Qingyang is a sword fairy, and his eyesight is poisonous. He has seen Qi Lin's problem long ago.

Qi Lin thought that he was not as shocking as Changhong Sword Lord, so he practiced the road of the big light sword from the beginning.

"Fighting is the best way to improve. If you want, I can fight with you!" Luo Qingyang suddenly said.

Five years ago, Qi Lin detained the eyeliner of all the forces in the world into Mu Liangcheng, and won the right to residence in Mu Liangcheng with a sword.

However, at that time, the seven swords had their own Lord, and the 13 -layer fire dance spinning swordsmanship of Changhong Sword Master had also been absolutely ancient and modern.

Qi Lin lifted the pottery bowl and rolled his eyes, "I do n’t collect money for you every day for free. Where can I have so many requirements?"

From a thought, Mu Liangcheng moved.

After coming to Mu Liangcheng for so long, he has never seen someone who has come to Luo Qingyang.

Luo Qingyang has traveled half a step, and since this time it was helping him to understand, he would not be as just meeting.

The two people's kendo was very different, and Qi Lin also liked to toss very much, making a good Mu Liangcheng angry.

Qi Lin was lucky, took a water flow, washed the tableware, and replied at the same time: "I have encountered a bottleneck recently, and there is no clue, so I want to relax one or two."

But for a long time, he was used to it.

The leader of the leader gritted his teeth and shouted: "I am the leader of the Chinese army, General Golden Against, Ye Xiaoying, and was instructed by my elder brother Lei Meng. Here, I invited Qi Lin's little brother to help."

After Ye Xiaoying finished this sentence, the sword of the full city was instantly dispersed, the pressure on his shoulder was instantly dispersed, and he did not fall off the horse.

"Empty mouth!"

Luo Qingyang's voice sounded in the city.
Chapter completed!