Chapter 378 Coincidence, must be a coincidence

  With the sword in hand, Lu Bei's fighting spirit is high.

  Da Shitian's complete immortal sword intent was so excited that the whole body of the sword was screaming.

  The two are combined, the black sword disk forms an abyss, blocks the blue sky above, the sword energy winds into fog, and the dragon's momentum below, it is as black as ink, and no light can penetrate it.

  Facing a person and a sword directly, as if looking directly at the abyss of heaven and earth, Lu Zhou's eyes suddenly shrank, and his heart was extremely shocked.

   What kind of sword intent is this?

   It's no wonder that Zhan Lexian was defeated by him, and he didn't complain about the loss.

  Lu Zhou suppressed his surprise, and his expression remained calm: "Master Lin controls Dashitian with his sword intent. He is not Lu's opponent. Are you going to repeat the same mistakes?"

   "What! Master Lin has sword intent?"

  Lu Bei was surprised, turned his head to look at Lin Buyan who was drifting away, and said cheerfully: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world, this is the first time Lu has heard of this, tsk tsk, I have learned a lot."

  Lin Buyan: "..."

  Smiling on the face, MMP in the heart.

  It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, he told Baihu to return to the mountain quickly, and the two surnamed Lu got together, and nine out of ten it was the rhythm of dying together.

  Using evil to control evil, Wu Zhou lost two scourges.

fine.

  Thinking of this, Lin Buyan made up his mind, because he thought too much before, the stinky boy surnamed Lu didn't run away with his senior sister, but fell into the enemy's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

   So, Hu Er should not have lied to him, the reinforcements have arrived at Beijun Mountain, just lie down and wait for the victory.

  The question is, where are these people hiding?

  Lin Buyan muttered here, and the reinforcements he was talking about held their breath and watched the battlefield between Lu Bei and Lu Zhou, silently cheering and encouraging Lu Zhou.

   Must win! x7

  As the diehards of the Immortal Sword Master who abandoned the scriptures, the seven sword cultivators have nothing but awe for the Immortal Sword Intent, so people like Lu Bei...

  Thousands of words can be combined into one sentence, cheer up with a knife, don't be compared to those with a sword.

  In the arena, Lu Zhou didn't know that he was sucked seven mouthfuls in a row. Facing Da Shitian who was showing his sharpness, he felt his eyes stinging, and wisps of sword intent lingered, lingering in every corner of the world.

  His eyes were tightly closed, his spiritual thoughts locked on Lu Bei, and streaks of white light dissipated from his body surface, gathering the wind and clouds to change color, and using the power of heaven and earth to suppress Lu Bei and Da Shitian.

  It is different from the small world. This is the vision of heaven and earth condensed by Lu Zhou. As his cultivation and Taoism continue to deepen, the prestige of heaven and earth borrowed will become stronger and stronger.

   Realm suppression!

   Lu Bei squinted his eyes slightly, trying to suppress someone Lu just one level higher, it was ridiculous, how could he have any confidence.

  He took a step forward, with a big sign in his hand to vent the shady scene.

  The Divine Artifact and Sword Intent are combined, and when they complement each other, their power reaches the extreme.

  But seeing the black sky rising from near, forming in the far sky, splitting everything into two, the terrifying power distorted the surrounding space and continued to collapse, and the straight cracks boomed and spread into an abyss.

   This is beyond what Nine Swords Sword Intent can explain.

  The seven people in the distance still didn't believe it. They were either frowning or distraught, and they insisted on escaping from the truth.

coincide!

   Must be a coincidence!

   Shua! !

  The black light remained for a few breaths, and the sky-covering curtain slowly exited.

  Lu Bei held Dashitian in his hand, and a straight black line stretched across the distance in front of him. Lu Zhou held the knife to block, keeping the posture of the horizontal knife above his head motionless.

  It was white and smooth, and there was a crisp sound of gold and iron when it fell to the ground.

Lu Zhou gently stroked the broken knife in his hand, a flash of heartache flashed in his eyes, he took a deep breath, and looked at Lu Bei carefully: "With this sword intent, you will have a place in the world, leave now, Lu looks at your godmother In terms of face, just pretend that you have never been here."

  Why, there are still masters in the grass?

   Lu Bei raised his brows, and strode forward with a sword in his hand, not talking nonsense.

  Surrounded by the sword intent, the black abyss is added to the body, and every step it takes, it cleans up the impact of the sword, sweeping away all the surrounding places where people can hide.

  What kind of master is it to hide your head and show your tail? If you have the ability, stand up and challenge!

  The illusory small world slowly opened, Lu Zhou couldn't resist the pressure of the sword, and pushed away a vast expanse of whiteness with his hands.

  In the small world, the sky and the earth are the same color, and everything is white.

  Golden swords screaming, snow-white steel knives pierce the sky, big ones form peaks and mountains, small ones are like grassy blocks, swirling in the wind, and the air of killing and cutting fills the sky and the earth.

  In the materialized small world, every steel knife is sharp and sharp, but expecting them to fight against the general trend will undoubtedly hit a stone with an egg.

  Lu Zhou also knows this. A strong enemy is in front of him, and he has no right to hide his clumsiness.

  In an instant, the sky and the earth were compressed, and the boundless sharpness converged into one.

  Amidst the rolling sound waves, the Gangfeng dragon roared Jin Ge, and slowly heaved out a glamorous stream.

   Lu Zhou made a move with his hand, the wind dragon has a long handle, the dragon mouth spits out gold, and the four-foot blade is single-sided, sharp and sharp.

  Although there are no exquisite patterns and carvings, its majesty and domineering still attract Lu Bei's attention.

   This is not the first time he has lost the treasure of the mountain gate.

  The same goes for the woman from the royal family of Xiongchu who fought against before. When she waved her hand, a small world manifested as an artifact. The attack and defense were integrated, which fit her very well.

  The difference is that, as a phantom, the long knife in Lu Zhou's hand is more solid than the shield held by a woman's cane.

  Lu Zhou's small world manifested divine soldiers, and the territory was empty, no longer killing power.

  Lu Bei raised his hand and swept it, causing the full moon to stand in the sky, the light of the stars to fall, and the phantoms of the five gods and beasts to occupy the central square.

  Like other monks in the fusion stage, a pity flashed in Lu Zhou's eyes when he saw Lu Bei's small world for the first time.

  Bigness is good, but bigger is not better. This person must be extremely difficult to embark on the road to fit, and it is very likely that he will not be able to achieve it in his lifetime.

   "It's a pity that this sword intent..."

  Lu Zhou regretted, and swept out the long knife in his hand.

  The light of the sword is like electricity, and the wave of air is like a rainbow, galloping thousands of miles, stirring up the violent thunder.

  The bright knife light pierced the sky in an instant, and the endless sharpness poured down, stirring the airflow, tigers roaring and dragons singing, just like a big sun rising in a small world, tearing the small world apart.

  The phantoms of the five divine beasts were disillusioned, the yin and yang foundations were exposed impressively, cracks spread all over the dark void, and the scenery outside Beijun Mountain could be seen through it.

   A knife across the board, more or less with the meaning of getting back the field.

  Outside, everyone watching this battle only saw a blur in front of their eyes, and then there was a billowing wind and knife light coming out through the darkness.

  The unparalleled sharpness made their brows shudder. The knife was far away in the sky, but it was close in front of them.

   "As expected of one of the great elders of Huangji Sect, this knife can kill immortals."

   "What kind of immortal is so fragile, earth immortal?"

   "That is, don't boost other people's ambitions. If I hadn't waited for many years to sleep, it would not be the turn of the arrogant Lu."

   "Which one is surnamed Lu?"

   "Either one."

  …

   With a single cut, Lu Zhou was hearty and dripping, feeling the long-lost blood, and the spiritual spirit also reached its peak.

  Gold is easy to get, but a good opponent is hard to come by.

  He stepped out, crossed the void and came to Lu Bei, there was no fancy way, and he slashed down with the long knife in his hand.

  The blade is as heavy as a thousand ounces, carrying all of Lu Zhou's understanding of the sword. Although it is a magic weapon, the intersection of life and life is also his own.

  Boom!

  The earth trembled and the sky shook, as if the earth dragon turned over, the turbulent knife light annihilated the air flow and wind, and fell silently.

  Golden light flashed, and Lu Bei faced the attack with both hands holding the sky. The black light condensed on the edge of the sword and did not disperse. The moment it hit the blade, ripples visible to the naked eye spread.

  The strong wind howled, and the two looked closely at each other.

   Lu Bei formed a knife with his palms together, and stabbed directly into Lu Zhou's face.

  The golden light fled away.

  Lu Bei flew a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye, followed by a giant dragon in a wave of air, and after a joyful cry from the sword body, the mighty sky waved like a dragon, casting light and shadow of sword energy all over the sky.

   Immortal Sword Intention is enough, it has never fought such a rich battle!

  The sword light roared, and the black light waterfall fell to the sky. Looking from a distance, the darkness eroded the sky and the earth. Wherever it passed, everything could not be spared.

  Lu Zhou's pupils shrank, and the moment the black light sky fell, he felt that the whole world disappeared in front of him.

  The unprecedented crisis made his scalp numb, the long knife in his hand soared like a dragon, and instead of retreating, he rushed straight into the black waterfall of light. The frenzy of sword intent rolled down, and he was bathed in the light of the sword, his whole body burst into blood and blood, and the light of the long knife in his hand became increasingly dim.

  Lu Zhou closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the torrent of sword light to scrape off the flesh and blood from his whole body, and using the sword intent to wash away, he infinitely raised his sword intent.

   Sailing against the current, if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

  Finally, the white light was compressed to a point, and the **** skeleton rose horizontally, the brilliance bloomed immeasurably, and the slash made the dream cut.

  The thunder blasted the sea of ​​consciousness, and a glimpse of it was breathtaking.

   My way is accomplished!

  The black sky dissipated.

  Below, the skeleton holding the long knife remained silent, and at the same time as it healed itself rapidly, surging knife intent rose from the ground.

   Lu Bei stood in the air holding a sword, a line of blood ran from his shoulders to his lower abdomen, almost splitting him in half obliquely.

  He frowned and looked down, and said sourly: "As expected of a brother from the same family, his aptitude is not bad, he is 20% equal to Lu, and Wu Zhou will definitely have his place in the future."

   After finishing speaking, he patted Da Shitian.

   "Hurry up, if you don't work hard, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people, and get another one."

   Lu Bei snorted coldly, not to scare Da Shitian, he shouted now, Daweitian immediately gave up Zhan Lexian to vote.

  If you don't know how to lick, go to the side, he, Lu, has a lot of spare tires.

  As soon as he heard this, Da Shitian immediately vibrated, woke up from the trance of bathing in the immortal sword intent, and tried his best to shake the sword body, resolutely not giving other licking dogs a chance.

   Shua! !

  The black light ended, and the darkness seamlessly connected the world, too thick to melt away.

  Among the black solid wall, Lu Zhou held a knife and resisted with difficulty. It was clear that the knife's intention went further, but the suppression was more obvious than before, which made him puzzled.

  Two Huangji seals blasted out, Lu Zhou jumped into the air, his body healed itself, and the aura was drawn around the garment.

  He looked at Lu Bei uncertainly, intending to continue the battle, but due to the helplessness of reality, he waved his hand and tapped twice in the void.

  The black void opened the way, and two figures walked out slowly, powerful and powerful, and one of them was still on top of Lu Zhou.

  The Great Elder of Huangjizong, Zhu Yuan.

  The Great Elder of Huangjizong, Zhu Xiuzhu.

  (end of this chapter)