Chapter 362 You are lucky, kid

  The sword light gallops, flowing and rippling.

  The meaning of the Changchong sword is to take the heart of modesty and peace, to control the meaning of indifference and emptiness, the sky is infinite, and its uses are endless.

  The long-chong sword wielded by the mysterious man is comparable to Lu Bei in aura, but the realm it contains is far above Lu Bei, so that people can tell who is real and who is fake at a glance.

   Both are false.

  Lin Buyan is not like this.

  Zhao Zihao and others were stunned, subconsciously took a few steps back, there were actually two sword masters pretending to be Lin Buyan on a small barren hill.

   What the hell!

"impossible!"

   Lu Bei's eyes widened. He didn't know what was going on with the Heavenly Sword Sect, but the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect, in terms of Changchong Sword Intent, except for senior sister Bai Jin, everyone else was more or less younger brothers.

   In this regard, he is very confident, and his posture is so good, it is difficult to keep a low profile.

  For a while, he couldn't help but doubt the identity of the mysterious person, and he insisted on saying that there was indeed one person whose Long Chongjian was above him.

  Cheap Master Mo Buxiu's master, his master Lu's ancestor, the second head of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, and a generation of junior disciples—Mu Lichen.

  But Mu Lichen was imprisoned in a small black room, so it is absolutely impossible to show up here, let alone pretend to be Lin Buyan to rob the prisoner.

   Mu Lichen is not such a master who deceives his disciples, he is very moral.

   "Who the **** are you?"

   Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, with a golden light shining in his eyes, trying to see through the opponent's true face.

  The mysterious man smiled lightly: "Changchong sword will not lie, Lin is Lin."

   "Fart, Lin Buyan is not as confident as you!"

Lu Bei snorted coldly, and when the words fell, he found that Zhao Zihao and others had strange expressions, and smiled awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, my head means that Lin has his own set of flexible standards for choosing between advances and retreats. He imitated my face. But you didn’t learn the essence of me, it’s a complete fake.”

  “…”x8

  You said that you slipped your tongue, so why pretend. X8

"What a glib tongue, arrange Lin in front of Lin, I want to see who you are." The mysterious man raised his hand and raised his sword, the light of the sword fluttered, false and real, without moving, Then there was a sword force overwhelming the sky, rolling towards Lu Bei.

   "See, he is not Lin, he is too strong!"

   Lu Bei raised his long sword, slashed down Liu Guang in the air, and split the surging sword in half with lightning speed.

  “…”x8

  You TM are also very strong! x8

   "Not bad, worthy of a battle."

  The mysterious man stepped forward holding a sword, and said faintly: "In the past, Lin was forced to hide his cultivation to protect the integrity of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. Today, the long sword is at the forefront to sweep away the haze. In the first battle, I will sacrifice your head to the sword."

  Taking one step forward, the person and the sword turned into a white light, cut through the void, and escaped to Lu Bei.

  Behind him, the imperial swordsmanship was exerted to the limit, and the galloping sword light suddenly dissipated, one point ten, ten ten hundred, and in an instant it was like a violent storm, and countless sword lights sparked thunder.

  The violent white torrent swept across, submerged the barren mountains and the land, shaking the ground and rolling the dragon.

  The dust had just risen, but was wiped out by the dense and atomized sword energy.

  Looking from a distance, the barren hills are smoothed by a smear of white, and the sword light goes and returns, like a swimming dragon darting across the water.

  The shot was a map cannon, which seemed to exceed the limit of Lin Buyan's ability. Even if the latter had Dashitian, he couldn't cut such an amazing sword.

   It's not a problem of ability, but a lack of brains. The surname Lin can't play such a beautiful sword flower.

  Zhao Zihao and others flinched, not because they didn't want to leave, but because they couldn't.

  The surrounding area of ​​the barren mountain can be entered but not exited. A partition stands vertically, like a formation and a small world. They can't figure it out, let alone break through the formation and leave.

   Right now, there is nothing to do but stare blankly.

   "Two senior brothers, just listen to what Zhao said."

  Zhao Zihao spoke quickly and said: "These two people come here strangely, I can't tell them apart at the moment, but one thing Zhao is very sure is that they are not members of my Iron Sword Alliance."

   So, how long are you going to talk nonsense?

"Although many fellow sects in Tieshan Prison have made big mistakes, they are also our Heavenly Sword Sect. It is better to release them and explain the cause and effect. If we work together, we may be able to find a way out." Zhao Zihao Look at the two, waiting for their reply.

"no."

   "Can't do it."

The black-robed duo resolutely refused, and one of them said: "My brothers and sisters have received an order. If there are robbers who are unstoppable, they would rather destroy the Iron Mountain and banish the repeat offenders in the void. It is impossible for them to see the light of day again." .”

   "Whose order is this, so ruthless..."

  Zhao Zihao was anxious in his heart, he spoke quickly, realized that it was wrong, and quickly changed his words: "It makes sense, but the current situation is not optimistic, and many of the same sects have been exiled. No matter who wins between the two, I can't bear to walk around."

   "For the Heavenly Sword Sect, my brothers and sisters are willing to die!"

   "..."

  Zhao Zihao's face was ashen, the black robe wanted to die, he didn't want to, a great future and wealth were waiting for him, how could he die in this barren mountain where birds don't shit.

  He said with a cold face: "Zhao is the direct disciple of Elder Wu, if I am captured..."

   "Don't worry, before the two of us die, I will help you dedicate your life to the Heavenly Sword Sect."

   "..."

  You sword cultivators deserve death without a place to die.

  Zhao Zihao was so angry that his face was distorted, and he secretly scolded the higher-ups for not doing enough ideological work. The goal of the sword cultivators who are willing to die is to abandon the scriptures, not the youth. If this matter is not dealt with as soon as possible, it will inevitably lead to a serious disaster.

  …

  Boom! !

  The mysterious man held a sword in the air, and the white dragon ran across the ground.

   Lu Bei blocked the roar of the dragon's head with his vertical sword, and retreated all the way under its pressure. His heart was cloudy and full of doubts. It was obvious that everyone's swordsmanship was of the same level, but his long-distance swordsmanship still couldn't do anything to the opponent.

  It's too strange, it's not as simple as realm suppression.

   Now, it is meaningless to play the role of Lin Buyan, who has impressive kendo qualifications. Lu Bei gave a low drink, and the immortal sword intent was injected into the sword body. The boundless sword energy condensed and turned into a sky-reaching sword pillar, instantly erasing the white dragon figure.

"Huh?"

   In the air, the mysterious man let out a surprise, and the sword intent displayed by Lu Bei attracted his attention.

   "Don't be that dog thief, eat Lin's sword."

   Lu Bei shouted loudly, stepped out of his body, turned into a golden light and rushed towards the mysterious man.

  Pinch the five fingers to explode the air, and the immortal sword intent condenses the front of the fist, and the fist print crosses the sky, oppressing one side of the world and slowly moving back.

  Good sword intent!

  The mysterious man took a deep breath, and danced the long sword in his palm. The scorching white sword light transformed instantly, condensing a white light curtain, protecting his whole body in it.

  Fist print bombardment, overwhelming roaring impact fell on the sword screen, blasting layers of ripples.

  Suddenly, the sky and the earth were surging, and the ripples suddenly escalated into turbulent waves, ready to be destroyed at any time.

  The mysterious man calmly tapped his hand in mid-air and shook it with his fingertips. The curtain of sword light swirled like Yin and Yang, and Pisces swam between them, releasing their terrifying strength and easily dispelling the Heaven-shrouding Fist.

  Lu Beiwang's heart was jumping with fear, secretly thinking that the great elder of Huangjizong had something, and the sword fist in his hand increased instead of falling, and he bombarded heavily on the sword screen.

   Click!

  Boom——

  The streamer shattered, and the world became silent.

  White light is released to wash away the sword rain, gathering and melting without a trace, and suddenly sweeping in all directions, stirring up the sky and the earth.

  The mysterious man thought he had overestimated the Immortal Sword Intent, and Lu Bei couldn't make any waves in his hands, but the moment he faced the Sword Intent, he realized that his intentions were wrong. He didn't overestimate it, but underestimated it.

  The unprecedented sword intent was far more powerful than he had imagined.

   Hiss!

  The mercury ripples swayed and shrunk down to a silver bead. The mysterious man held it in his hand, completely revealing its original appearance.

  He looked at the blood red on the silver bead, his eyes were full of horror.

   What is the sword intent?

  Lu Bei: ∑(д;)

   Familiar.

   To be precise, I only saw it some time ago.

  The Great Elder of Huangjizong, Zhu Heng.

   "Isn't this grandpa? Why did your old man come in person? How is Aunt Ba at home? Did you beat Uncle Ba to relieve your anger when you were unhappy?"

Lu Bei put away his long sword, and seeing Zhu Heng's puzzled expression, he raised his hand to wipe his face, revealing his original appearance: "Grandpa, it's me, have you forgotten, we two teamed up to sell Zhan Lexian for a good deal that day?" And the price!"

  Being on the safe side, he took out the command token again, and hung it on the waistband with a snap.

   "Grandpa..."

  Zhu Heng raised his hand and touched his chin, with a playful look in his eyes, he smiled strangely and said, "I don't know when there will be such a filial child like you. Since you call me grandpa, I can't make things difficult for you."

   "It must be, Aunt Eight loves me the most!"

"hehe."

  Zhu Heng's face turned cold, and he pressed down the Huangji Sacrifice Seal with his backhand.

  At the same time, the **** sword in his hand swept across the sword art, and the layers of sword light twisted the void, producing endless strange changes.

   There was a bang.

  The high imitation version of Dashitian shattered instantly, and the sword light dissipated.

  Zhu Heng's body shook twice, a fishy sweetness rose from his throat, his face changed, he swallowed the sweet blood silently, and looked at Lu Bei even more strangely.

  What a profound idea, I can't imitate it, this is by no means Nine Swords Sword Intent.

   "Boy, something is wrong with you!"

  Lu Bei didn't know what it meant, he smashed the Huangji Sacrificial Seal in front of him with his fist, his face slowly sank: "Who the **** are you?"

   "Huangjizong is doing things, why do you need to explain to you, a thief from the Xuanyin Division, that you are lucky to meet me today. For that person's sake, I will not make things difficult for you."

  Zhu Heng stepped out with one step, his body was illusory and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

  Lu Bei felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body stiffened in place, his vision was in a trance, the sky and the earth were hazy, it seemed that a giant beast was dancing a violent wind, disturbing the earth, fire, water and wind.

   Immediately afterwards, two big suns bloomed in the dark sky, and his body and soul lined up on both sides with brilliant power.

  Look carefully, it is not a big sun, but a pair of eyes.

  In the outside world, Lu Bei stood in mid-air in a daze, dancing with hands and feet, with a strange shape, the kind that can't be described in words.

  Zhu Heng reached out and took out an iron sword, tried to imitate the immortal sword intent, and shattered a large piece of black iron again. He thought about it, looked at the sky after a while, and bent down towards Zhao Zihao and the others.

   Playful for a while, delayed too much time, and almost missed a big event.

  He raised his hand to touch his face, changed into Lin Buyan's appearance, fell to the ground as if nothing happened, and swiped down with a sword.

  Blood light shot into the sky, and two human heads flew straight up.

  (end of this chapter)