Chapter 273 Set the cooperation of the teachers of justice

  Zhan Hongqu is very optimistic about Lu Bei, one is his understanding of Junior Sister Bai.

  Bai Jin's heart of asking swords is sincere, and he has long since abandoned the love between men and women. If it weren't for Lu Bei's tyrannical sword intent, which made her love him so much, how could he have agreed to Shuangxiu's involvement in him.

  Secondly, it was personal experience. Lu Bei had ended up in a disastrous defeat for beheading Hongqu several times.

  In her opinion, Lin Buyan's cultivation base is not as good as the Great Perfection of Lianxu. Even if he successfully retrieves the Dashitian, it will be difficult to gain the upper hand against Lu Bei.

  As for the other three masters...

  Looking at the end of Taste Buqing and Pang Buchu, you can tell that the three masters can only set off the atmosphere, but cannot decide the winner or loser.

Thinking of this, cutting the red song is quite inconceivable. In the past, someone told her that a mid-stage god-transforming swordsman could force the entire mountain gate to stand on guard. She absolutely scoffed.

  Now, she not only believes, but also believes deeply.

"What a tyrannical sword intent, Junior Sister Bai is willing to commit herself to him, I am afraid that today's scene has already been counted." Zhan Hongqu muttered to himself, Bai Jin sacrificed herself for the master, which she couldn't do, so she admired it very much .

  In a trance, Shengxue in white clothes has a more pure figure, with stains added to his body, not only did not dye it black, but instead made it sublimated and more attractive.

  Zhan Hongqu blamed himself here, Jing Ji smiled and said nothing, the young man only looked at the strength on paper, and completely forgot that this place is Beijun Mountain, the base camp of Lingxiao Sword Sect.

  Lin Buyan has experienced brutal and **** civil wars, and has always regarded Mei Wangsu as an imaginary enemy.

   "Let's go, call the disciples, let's go back to the Mountain of Brutality."

"Now?!"

  Zhan Hongqu asked in surprise: "Elder Jing, the war just started, isn't it inappropriate to leave now?"

   "It couldn't be more suitable, we are inconvenient to participate in Lingxiao Jianzong's family affairs." Jing Ji replied with a smile.

   "Master Ke Lin..."

   "The scourge has been around for thousands of years, it's so easy to die."

   "Then Junior Brother Lu..."

   "The scourge has been around for thousands of years, it's so easy to die."

   "..."

  Zhan Hongqu was stunned and speechless. After thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the truth.

  She looked in the direction of the Mental Cultivation Institute. It was a pity that she couldn't participate in such a pitched battle. She couldn't even watch the battle.

  Looking at it with nostalgia, he ordered Jingji to cut the red song and summoned the whispering juniors and juniors, and the group hurriedly left Beijun Mountain.

  …

  Boom——

  The rock-solid floor tiles collapsed suddenly, Lu Bei struggled to grasp the general situation, and the bulging veins on his neck were clearly visible.

   "If you don't let go, when will you wait!"

  Lin Buyan circulated his mana, and his old white face was smothered in purple and black, like a certain Yue head who didn't want to be named performing Zixia magic.

   With a sound of sword clang, amidst Lu Bei's sigh, the tug-of-war was declared over, and the great momentum broke through the sky, hovering directly in front of Lin Buyan.

   Finally drove away, I was exhausted.

  My little ancestor, you have come home!

  Lin Buyan raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the light of the sword swept across, and the sharp edge of the sword pointed at the ground slantingly.

   Holding the Dashitian in his hand, he looked at Lu Bei, who was empty-handed. For a moment, he was full of pride, looked up to the sky and screamed, and let out a deep sigh of relief.

   Ignore the script, he waited too long for the day.

  You old thing, you still installed it!

   Seeing Lin Buyan pretending to be coercive, Lu Bei was heartbroken, even more sad than his failure to pretend to be coercive.

  He took out the Suchen sword with his backhand, the cold light froze, and the white sword light was dazzling, and he went straight to Lin Buyan: "Da Shitian has chosen the Ming Lord, so don't return it to me as soon as possible."

   "You deserve it?"

  Lin Buyan's eyes were wide open, and the figure in front of him overlapped, as if he saw Mo Buxiu sword approaching, his blood that had been silent for many years suddenly surged in his chest, without even thinking about it, he rushed out with the big sky in his hand.

  Duang! x2

  The invisible barrier was incomprehensible, and after a bang, Lin Buyan pressed his face against the air wall, and the charge stopped abruptly, the wrist holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

  Lu Bei is the same, angrily split the road blocking barrier, and pointed Cheng Jian at Lin Buyan: "You old bastard, don't use formations if you have the ability, and I will fight with real swords and guns."

   "You want to fool me with a mere aggressive method, brat, you are too underestimating the master."

  He received a heavy blow to the forehead, and the blood on Lin Buyan's head quickly dissipated. Recalling the scene of being beaten by Mo Buxiu back then, he resolutely refused to give Lu Beiding a chance.

  Practice and competition, it is reasonable to maximize strengths and avoid weaknesses. It is unwise to gather teachers of justice to work together. It is really unwise to single out.

   "Coward, this battle was provoked by you, but if you shrink back before the battle, how can you get what you want."

   Lu Bei's eyes froze, a golden gleam flashed in his eyes, the Suchen Sword in his hand burst into brilliance, the Immortal Sword intent gathered a little, and the sword edge pierced straight out.

  Boom! Boom! Bang——

   The sound roared and exploded, and invisible barriers shattered at the same time.

   Lu Bei held the Suchen sword in his hand, and the sword energy swept across his body. With one sword, he pierced through thirty-three formation barriers, and killed Lin Buyan alone.

  The sword rises, blowing the wind and waves, and the sound of sweeping turns into a sharp and loud noise.

   "Headmaster be careful!" x2

  Sima Buzheng and Zhong Bufan stepped forward, the small world opened up, and while stabilizing the void, they joined hands to block Lin Buyan with their swords.

   Tap the edge of the sword and hit the center of the cross of the double swords.

  The sharp sword edge pierced through the air, cut through all the surrounding obstacles, and exploded with the walls of air, the sword air roared furiously, and the air froze in an instant.

   The stalemate was short and did not last long.

  Sima Buzheng and Zhong Bufan's sword-holding hands bear the gravity, only to feel that the sword's edge has provoked a mountain, which cannot be countered by manpower. The two tried their best to maintain the small world, mobilize the endless vitality of heaven and earth, and resist the invasion of the immortal sword.

   "The little thief looks at the sword."

  Lin Buyan jumped out, shouted loudly in mid-air, he swung his arms round the sky, and smashed down a jet-black sword light.

  The black light went forward indomitably, condensing the infinite cold killing intent, under the increase of the sword power, the black light skyrocketed infinitely, directly broke through the surrounding formations, and cut a gap.

Lu Bei raised the sky with one hand, clasped five fingers together, pinched the edge of the black light tightly, restrained Lin Buyan from moving, and at the same time his feet shattered the ground of King Kong, Suchen sword was slowly handed out, insisting on his own strength Shake the three-party small world.

   "Good aptitude, good cultivation, and good domineering sword intent, I'm waiting for Master to come and teach you your brilliant moves."

  Liang Busi stepped out through the void, holding a big sword and hitting Lu Bei's back heart directly, a wisp of sword energy condensed, and wanted to smash Lu Bei's sword body with a single move.

Ding! !

  The tip of the sword hit the vest, shattering the gown and tearing it.

  Under Liang Busi's horrified gaze, the tip of the sword touched the flesh and blood, and it was difficult to advance even if it was slightly dented.

  How is it possible, how long has he practiced?

  The blow with high hopes, not to mention going all out, but also with full confidence, hit the injury like scraping, which made Liang Busi fall into doubt about life.

   Vaguely, I saw the little junior brother Mo Buxiu.

  The five of them wrestled on the spot, Lu Bei went up to capture Lin Buyan, pressed Sima Buzheng and Zhong Bufan in the front, and arrived in the back at Liang Busi.

  Terrifying energy fluctuations vibrate the folds of space, stagnate with the surroundings, and spread in circles of ripples, pressing out several black lines in the air, each strand carrying terrifying destructive power.

  The two players who recorded the video at close range suffered, and tried their best to understand what it means to fight between gods and mortals.

  The sword energy passed by, and the vitality was slackened on the spot, and he died so simply.

   In the next second, he was revived on the spot, rolling and crawling away.

   "Mom, I thought they could do it, and I could do it too. I didn't expect to blow my breath and I would die."

   "I'm going to die, I also thought they were making concave shapes, but it turned out to be real."

   "Four people can't control one of them, they are either in charge of the sect or in charge of the courtyard. Is our Lingxiao Sword Sect so bad?"

   "Which of your eyes saw four against one, it is clearly one against four!"

  The players kept rolling and crawling, running far away. They were not afraid of death. They always kept in mind the professionalism of war reporters. The camera was aimed at five people, and they were unwilling to miss for a second.

   "Open it for me!"

  Lu Bei let out a low cry, his majestic aura condensed, using his body as a sword, the light of the immortal sword soared into the sky, like a rainbow of Qi rising from the ground, setting off waves of energy like waves.

  When the black light faded, Lin Buyan bore the brunt of it, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

  The three masters followed closely behind, retreating more than ten steps in a row, trying to stabilize their figure, when they were suddenly injured by the sword body, they couldn't hold back the qi and blood, their faces turned blue and white, and they were extremely ugly.

"First."

  Hearing a cold voice, Sima Buzheng hurriedly held his sword in front of him, and saw a golden light flashing by, and Zhong Bufan who was standing beside him disappeared.

   What disappeared at the same time was the unshakable small world.

  Kilometers away, a pillar of soil rose into the sky, and the dust billowed and lingered for a long time.

  Sima Buzheng turned around in astonishment, nothing but inconceivable, impossible in his mind.

"the second."

  Golden light stuck to his face, the small world shattered in response, Sima Buzheng's eyes went dark, and his whole body was in excruciating pain.

When he came back to his senses, there was darkness all around him, and he was buried deep in the ruins of the mountain, his limbs could not move, and he closed his eyes helplessly: "One move defeated me, even a monk at the fusion stage is nothing more than that, Junior Brother Mo, where did you find it?" evildoer?"

"The third."

  The golden light stopped, the voice fell, and a pillar of dust rose in the distance.

Lu Beiyin looked at Lin Buyan who was in mid-air: "Master, you are the fourth one, obediently hand over Dashitian, and I will give you a decent way to land, otherwise...hehe, I will definitely ask you to stick your **** outward Enter Dabie Peak!"

   It's unreasonable, there is no such line in the script, you have some personal grievances.

  Lin Buyan held Dashitian tightly, and he successfully retrieved the token of the sect leader. Unexpectedly, Dashitian was determined to lick Lu Bei. Just like the sword just now, the black light seemed powerful, but in fact it looked like a good-for-nothing, and it couldn't even break Lu Bei's skin.

   What use do you want!

  Lin Buyan cursed in his heart, and tightened his grip on Da Shitian again.

  Forgive it one more time, never again.

   At this moment, two hundred sword lights came interspersed, and all the disciples above the Xiantian realm of Lingxiao Sword Sect rushed to the Mental Cultivation Institute.

   Well done!

   Lu Bei's eyes shone with golden light, and he was in control of the right time, place and people. Today, he will single-handedly fight Lingxiao Sword Sect.

  (end of this chapter)