Chapter 307 The Staggering of the World

   Well known.

  Ningzhou Lu Bei's verbal skill is mediocre, coupled with his shyness, he is notoriously inarticulate.

   It is also well known that people who are not good at words have always been more hands-on. Zhu Jingting wanted to talk to Lu Bei about the criminal law of Wu and Zhou, but Lu Bei couldn't tell, so he could only torture him.

  Because of the desire for longevity, the world of cultivating immortals does not have the concept of respecting the elderly. Even if there is, it only stays above the throat, not reaching the heart. Five hundred years old is the same as fifty years old. No one is young.

   Judging from Zhu Jingting's appearance, it can be seen that the burly young man with short hair is not much older than Lu Bei's eighteen-year-old boy with a handsome face.

  They are all young people, there is no such thing as a sneak attack on a 500-year-old man.

  Zhu Jingting has a fusion stage cultivation base, the specific realm is unknown, and it is not stated in the file. Facing a powerful enemy of this level, Lu Bei decisively chose to strike first.

  The golden light criss-crossed and killed Zhu Jingting in an instant.

   Ripples appeared, golden light burst into the muddy swamp, Lu Bei's vertical fist split through layers of barriers, and his powerful speed became extremely slow.

   "Not bad, legs and feet are sharp, and I can run and jump better than the old man when he was younger."

Zhu Jingting smiled lightly, and raised his hand to hold Lu Bei's fist: "In the Void Refining Realm, few people are your opponents, but the watershed in the realm is too big, and you can't cross it with your ability. If you want to beat the fusion period, unless you You are also a fit."

   "It's true, I don't believe it!"

   There was a lot of malice coming from behind, and Zhu Jingting's calm expression suddenly tightened. Before he could make a move, the fist full of sword intent struck the back of the heart, triggering the protective restraint of the vestment, and blasting the monstrous fire waves with a bang.

  The expanding fireball distorts the void, and the azure blue is gloomy, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

  At the critical moment, Zhu Jingting expanded his own small world to take all the damage from the backlash, so as to prevent the West Palace from being razed to the ground by the explosion.

  The wind blows, and the flames dissipate.

  Zhu Jingting stared intently at the three identical Lu Beis opposite, his brows congealed into the word 'Chuan', such a weird method of avatars, which managed to fool him and deceive his perception in his small world.

   But that's all. There is a big gap in the realm, and a little blindfolding is just a scratch, and it can't change anything.

  Zhu Jingting stretched his hand forward, and with a volley, endless thunder thundered down.

  The strong light Thunder Snake sprinted away in an instant, and the power grid that covered the sky and the sun was interspersed. At first glance, it looked like the veins of the branches of the sacred tree, sealing off the four sides of the world without any gaps.

  Two beams of golden light were struck out by thunder, and the last one...

Disappear.

  How did it disappear?

  Zhu Jingting turned pale with shock, exuded perception, and searched for Lu Bei's trace in his own small world.

  At this time, the familiar fist landed on the back of the heart again, triggering the vestment restriction, and exploding the giant fireball with a bang.

  After two consecutive blows with sword intent, the color of the cassock was dim, and it was at a critical juncture. Zhu Jingting didn't bother to pay attention to it, and opened a space in shock, his eyes flickered to lock on Lu Bei's figure.

  What's going on, what kind of blindfold is it that can deceive the old man again and again?

  As a professional Dharma repairer, Zhu Jingting has seen a lot and determined that Lu Bei possesses an immortal technique, or supernatural power. With this trick, Lu Bei can be kept unimpeded in the small world of the monks in the integration stage, even the master of the small world cannot perceive his existence.

  However, no, the pure speed crushed it, so fast that everyone was not at the same frame rate.

  Zhu Jingting sits in the West Prince’s Mansion all the year round, with little experience in battles, coupled with his arrogance towards the Void Refining Realm during the integration period, and his prejudice against physical training during the cultivation period, he fell into a serious misunderstanding of thinking.

   This fit period is very ordinary!

   On the other side, Lu Bei, who had succeeded in two moves, evaluated Zhu Jingting's strength. During the integration period of his fight, Zhu Jingting was the worst. Especially the combat literacy, which is worse than that of Wen Bubei, who just broke through the fusion stage. Five hundred years of rice has been eaten for nothing.

During the fusion period of all fights, Mei Wangsu has an innate sword body, invincible physically, able to attack and defend well, and has almost no weaknesses; Xinzun Jun has a tyrannical body and powerful means, even if he is half disabled and has lost his magic weapon, he can still pass through pure realm advantages , restricting all actions of the opponent.

  Wen Bubei, who still wants to give away the third time even if he is angry with his experience twice, has developed the Three-Yuan Sword Formation in response to his own shortcomings.

  Compared to these three, Zhu Jingting...

  Perhaps, this is the unevenness of the world, and people cannot be generalized after all.

  Thinking of this, Lu Bei took a deep breath, clenched his fists to condense his sword intent, and trembled in a large area of ​​space: "After warming up, seniors, open your eyes wide and look at the front carefully. Don't blink, Lu is going to make a real move!"

  buzz buzz——

  Two setbacks were just around the corner, and Zhu Jingting was no longer as calm as before. He held his breath and concentrated his attention without daring to be careless. He tried his best to operate his own small world, the space around him was blocked and solidified, and the tortoise shell was covered layer by layer.

  At the same time, the boundless thunder rumbled, and the hundred-meter-thick thunder pillars touched the sky, making the whole small world dazzling and difficult to see.

  Earth fire spewed out again, the earth cracked the gap in the abyss, and sticky red earth dragons rose from the ground, bathed in thunder, and screamed silently.

  Integrated body stage Dharma cultivation, if you don't do it, it will be enough, once you do it, the world will change color.

  The boundless expanse ends with a golden light.

  Zhu Jingting looked forward with wide-eyed eyes, got a hard blow from the back, collapsed a valley, stood up forcefully in the thunder light, and just reached the mid-air, was knocked down by the golden light coming from the vertical and horizontal.

  The cassock was broken, and the magic weapon embroidered with exquisite brocade was hammered into a ragged garment.

  Zhu Jingting didn't care about his heartache, and with his backhand was another cassock covering...

   Not caught.

   With empty hands, he stood there in a daze.

  Where are my clothes?

  Lu Bei swallowed the cassock in one gulp, wondering if it had the effect of automatically recognizing the owner, so he decided to go back and give Hu San a try.

  Being able to receive three sword punches from him, out of emotion and reason, this cassock is predestined for him.

  Now, no matter how low the fighting literacy is, Zhu Jingting can see the reason why Lu Bei is rampant. As he expected, Lu Bei possesses a supernatural power of the physical body, which is so fast that even the divine sense in the fusion stage cannot capture it.

  This monster, could it be a demon cultivator?

  Zhu Jingting secretly thought it was tricky, but fortunately, as a Dharma cultivator, he had learned two-handed physical training methods and borrowed the insights of sword cultivators, so there was no room for retaliation at all.

  The small world is closed, no longer obsessed with restricting Lu Bei's actions, but blending into the body and sticking to the soul.

  A full moon was in the sky, and Zhu Jingting, who was facing an enemy, had not yet noticed any abnormalities around him. With a loud shout, his burly body soared to 2.5 meters, his muscles swelled, and a faint golden halo appeared.

  The perfect golden inverted triangle human body structure fully explains what is called Dharma cultivation. At the same time, a black sword is in hand, blooming a strong sword intent intertwined with thunder and fire.

   "???"

  A string of question marks floated across Lu Bei's forehead, and he looked at the black sword in Zhu Jingting's hand in surprise. If he read it correctly, it was an elder sword of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

  Elder-level sabers are second only to the Nine Swords in Tianjianzong. Every time a sword is forged, several elders must work together. Therefore, although there are some differences in appearance, there is no difference in essence, and it can be seen at a glance.

  Then the question arises, as the grandfather of the West Palace, why does Zhu Jingting possess the magic weapon of the Heavenly Sword Sect?

   Good guy, another rebel!

  At this time, the Iron Sword League has not yet risen, and it is still officially recognized as a first-class force in Wu Zhou. There is nothing wrong with Zhu Jingting holding the elder sword.

  Lu Bei didn't say much, just smiled coldly, and took out his elder sword with his backhand.

   "???"

   Now, it's Zhu Jingting's turn for a string of question marks to float across his forehead.

   After playing for a long time, it was...

  My own people?

   Just as he was dazed, the golden light rushed in front of him, and Lu Bei slashed down with a black broadsword in his hand, the black light vented and swept across the distance.

   Clang!

  The cold front hurt Yuanshen, Zhu Jingting hastily set up a black sword to fight, he practiced a piercing sword intent, no matter in quantity or quality, it was no match for all of Lu Bei's immortal sword intent.

  The moment the two swords collided, the Po Xiao Sword Intent broke in response, and the defeat was crisp and clean.

  Lu Bei pressed down with his hands, and Zhu Jingting buried half of his body in the loess. His golden face was bulging with veins, and he gritted his teeth with difficulty and said, "Young man, stop your hands first. There may be some misunderstanding."

"There is no misunderstanding, Mr. Lu severely tortured Zhu Qiming of the West Palace, and obtained strong evidence of the king's rebellion. It is useless to say more. As the leader of the rebels, let's go to Ningzhou with Mr. Lu to drink tea!" Lu Bei lowered his broad sword and gathered Entering Xiantian Qi, the sword's edge heaved and breathed out the strongest sword intent, and with a click, a gap was cut in the elder's saber in Zhu Jingting's hand.

  At this moment, the advantage of the realm disappeared, and the basic attributes and skills formed a crushing effect.

   "Young man, you may not be clear about some things, but...quickly stop..."

  Zhu Jingting's scalp was numb, and seeing that the saber in his hand was about to break, he shouted loudly: "You can go to Tianjian Peak and ask, I also invited Elder Zhan and Elder Qin to have dinner!"

   "Who is that? Lu only knows Elder Jing. Remember to invite him to dinner next time."

  Prepared a confession, a confession that he didn't want to hear, and Lu Bei's scalp was also numb.

   Before the Iron Sword Alliance rebelled, he didn't dare to let Zhu Jingting talk nonsense, for fear that he would say something indiscriminately, so he would use it all. He lowered the epee with one hand, wrapped around the sword with the other hand and punched, and buried it in Zhu Jingting's face with a bang.

  In order to silence the rebels and prevent them from confessing honestly, the loyal and patriotic soldiers of the Son of Heaven broke their hearts.

   This heavy punch was powerful and heavy, and Lu Bei used all his strength, even more force than when Mei Mei forgot her customs.

Zhu Jingting's body training method is quite particular. Based on the sword body of Tianjianzong, it is integrated into the top palace of Huangjizong. The original intention is to take the strengths of the two families, but after the fusion, it becomes the shortcoming of the two families. It's not as good as how to block Lu Bei's full blow.

  Under the severe injury, Zhu Jingting's facial features were deformed, and his momentary stiffness caused a chain reaction.

  First, the elder's saber in his hand was cut off, and then the blade crossed the shoulder bone and sternum, and he was very happy on the spot. In the end, the two immortal sword intents collided and deformed the small world, and the soul was seriously injured.

  Boom!

  Zhu Jingting's body was covered in blood and there was no movement. The powerful vitality automatically repaired the injury. After a while, the physical body healed itself.

   Lu Bei turned his head to look at the formation in the garden of the West Prince's Mansion, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the black light sword energy swept across.

  Boom——

  That day, the entire Xiwang County saw a sword light soaring into the sky.

  (end of this chapter)