Chapter 406 The Dog Slayer

   Clang! !

   Immortal sword intent was injected, and the black iron powder swayed from the pitch-black sky, revealing the holy sword body as white as snow.

  Lu Bei raised his hands, grasping Dashitian tightly, and stepped forward, the extremely powerful sword intent exploded in an instant.

   At the same time, the small world within the range of the sword light was also detonated.

  The growth of the spiritual root brought a small world into reality, but in a short period of time, it was difficult to change the illusory trend, and his small world still could not withstand his full blow.

   "Dare you dare!"

  The sword fell, and all the demon cultivators shattered along with the small world space. Not to mention the physical body, even the primordial spirit could not escape.

  The eyes of the Moxue old devil are about to burst. He is a giant in the magic way of Qiyan country. He can have a place in the Xiantian mansion where strong people gather.

  Furious, he didn't care why Lu Bei disobeyed the wishes of his elders, why Lu Bei had a Nine Swords, his arms swung black ink and blood, and a pair of iron fists smashed towards the white light.

  Boom——

  A mushroom cloud exploded in the sky, and the air current raged violently, sweeping away in all directions.

   Twenty-eight stars are swaying, only the full moon remains motionless.

  The black figure staggered and fell to the sky.

  The ink blood old devil raised his unconscious hands, and was shocked to find that the two indestructible iron arms were full of bones, and all the flesh and blood had been cut out by the sword light.

   "Ho Ho Ho Ho!!"

  The ink blood old devil roared up to the sky, his body swelled by three meters, the blood light giant stepped into the sky, rubbed the air violently and burst into a howl, and killed Lu Bei in an instant.

  Behind him, a blood wheel stretched out, and five figures sat cross-legged on it, from infant to teenager, youth, to middle age, to old age in five life states.

  Changhe Blood Wheel.

  The ink blood old devil waved his hands, and the magic formula twisted the void, folding the space in the small world.

   The violent charge hit Lu Bei and stepped back step by step, his pupils shrank, and a serious look appeared on his face.

   Seeing that the old devil has no face among the monsters, he thought he was an ordinary guy, but he didn't expect his supernatural powers to be so extraordinary, three points more powerful than Lu Zhou, Zhu Xiuzhu and other veteran fusion periods.

   "Junior, I will take your dog's life today!"

  The ink blood old devil screamed sharply, clasping his hands together while his voice was drifting.

  The next second, he raised his arms high, pinched his five fingers to burst a heavy air current, wrapped in surging blood, and slammed towards Lu Bei.

  Changhe's blood wheel was shining red, and the figure representing the middle age stepped forward and punched, and jumped off the wheel platform. The blood-colored body swelled against the wind, the thousand-meter giant stepped on the ground, looked up at the moon and stars, and the giant fists pushed forward layer by layer, compressing the folds of space, and directly pushed back a small illusory world.

   Lu Bei was in it, clenched his fist with five fingers, and went straight to the giant's fist mark.

  The four spirits of the sky suppressed the small world and erased the trembling space. The five elements and five phenomena came together, and the five beams of light were like a rushing river, bombarding the giant with waves and waves.

  Boom! boom! boom--

  The scarlet giant punched continuously, each time getting heavier and bigger.

  In an instant, the nine fist seals were superimposed, and the five-color brilliance faded away without a trace.

   Breaking through the curtain of light, what greeted the blood-colored giant was a beam of scorching white light reaching the sky...

  The wind dragon roared, the giant was drowned in boundless white, and the sword lights strangled and cut, like ten thousand arrows, falling like a meteor, completely overwhelming the struggling giant in an instant.

  In the small world, the sky and the earth were pale, and even the black and white foundations were all rendered white at this moment.

   "Poof!"

  The ink blood old devil vomited blood, staggered back a few steps, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe that one of his avatars was easily beheaded.

  He raised his hand and shot out blood droplets like bullets, devouring several demons who ran away, refining their flesh and blood essence, enriching their bodies, and barely recovered two points of vitality.

   "Junior, your sword intent... who are you?"

   "The dog slaughterer."

  Lu Bei had no expression on his face, and regarded the old Moxue as the elder of Nine Swords. Da Shitian felt the anger of his master, and desperately inherited the immortal sword intent that could crush the blade.

  The body of the sword became whiter and whiter, and the intent of the sword became heavier.

  Lu Bei took a deep breath, and at the moment when his energy and spirit were at the peak, he slashed with his sword, and a vast white sea swept across the small world.

  Go down to the ground, go up to the sky, devour the stars and the moon, and disturb the illusory sky.

   With a bang, half of the small world shattered.

  The remaining power of the white light continued, killing black and white foundations, spilling over the Humen Mountains, erasing dozens of peaks in a row, and sinking a huge canyon.

  The remaining demons wailed and died, the old Moxue demon was seriously injured and fell down, on the blood wheel of the magic weapon Changhe, after the middle-aged figure, the two life states of teenagers and youths disappeared.

  Five out of three, leaving only babies and old people.

   "Elder, save me!"

  The ink blood old devil fell out of the small world, looked at Lu Bei standing in the dark void with his sword in the distance, and felt that the arrival of the demon **** was nothing more than that. He raised his head and shouted, hoping that the elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect would come to clean up the door.

   "Today, no one can save you."

   Lu Bei's eyes flashed coldly, and the golden light escaped, and he killed the old Moxue. The snow-white sword swept across, and cut the old Moxue's head straight.

   "The devil is messing with me!"

  The ink blood old devil folded his arms on his chest, and the baby blood shadow rushed out of the long river blood wheel with a strange smile, and the red light was like lightning, directly sinking into the center of Lu Bei's eyebrows.

"Hahaha--"

Seeing this scene, the Moxue old devil couldn't help laughing loudly, swung his fist with one arm, and slammed Lu Bei's head straight away: "Junior, even if you have the ultimate sword intent, you can destroy the three incarnations of this seat, but the evil thoughts are in the head. Have you accepted the evil of three hundred years of penance?"

   Hum! !

   White light flashes.

  Old Moxue looked at the shoulder-length broken arm in astonishment, and then saw Lu Bei holding the sword high with both hands, his eyes were clear and unmoved by the evil thoughts, and he froze in place, forgetting how to dodge.

   Impossible, how can he not be troubled by magic thoughts?

  Cultivating immortals is not like this, could it be... His evil thoughts are deeper than this seat?

   Ripple cut through the flesh and blood, and cut it in half together with the space. On the Changhe blood wheel, the old man who was sitting cross-legged had not yet shown his supernatural powers, and was used by the black blood old devil to die, and it was cut into two neatly.

  White light spreads, dust billows, and cracks are everywhere. The violent power changes the terrain of Humen Mountain, crushing all the peaks toppled, and the sky is more than three feet high.

  The ink blood old devil vomited blood and retreated, five incarnations were beheaded one after another, even if he was reborn with a broken arm, he did not dare to fight Lu Bei again.

With a look of fear on his face, he yelled frantically: "This seat was invited by the Heavenly Sword Sect to rescue you from the enemy Huangjizong. You are a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Why did you kill me so painfully? Wake up quickly. You can't kill me."

"I can."

At the side of Lu Bei's horizontal sword, he was about to draw the sword to slaughter, when he sensed two sword lights galloping towards him from a distance, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped forward and punched, exploding the **** old Moxuemo, severely injured and trampled on him. underfoot.

  Boom!

  Boom!

  Two figures of sword light landed on the ground at the same time, one with gray beard and majestic appearance, the other...

   Familiar.

   Cut Le Xian.

   Sensing the lingering familiar sword intent around him, guessing that the person who slaughtered the audience was Lu Bei, Zhan Lexian felt guilty and couldn't help swallowing. Looking at the eyes of the other party's suppressed anger, he subconsciously looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.

  The situation is not right, this kid had a hippie smile in the past, why did he put so much pressure on me today?

   "Who is coming?

  Lu Bei held the Dashitian in his hand and hung it over the head of the old demon Moxue. The latter coughed up blood and wailed and reached out to the two sword repairmen: "Elder Wu, this man is crazy, save me quickly."

  Elder Nine Swords, Da Jingtian, Wu Xian.

"Your Mightiness…"

  Wu Xian ignored the black blood old devil, stared at Lu Bei with a pair of tiger eyes, and said in a deep thought: "But Lu Bei in Ningzhou, who is rumored to have learned the immortal sword?"

   "Who are you?"

   "Sky Sword Sect, Wu Xian."

  Wu Xian's heart skipped a beat, and at the moment when Lu Bei's gaze was on his body, Jianxin was in a mess, and he suddenly felt a strong pressure.

  The pressure from the top of the food chain made him feel deeply uncomfortable, and he tightened his hand tightly to feel better.

"And you?"

  Lu Bei looked at Zhan Lexian: "Who are you?"

   "..."

   "Speak, are you dumb?"

   "Cut, cut Lexian."

  Zhan Lexian pursed his lips and made a dry sound.

   "What happened to the two elders?"

Lu Bei chuckled lightly: "Seeing the smoky atmosphere here, Mr. Lu guessed that there was a demon gathering to make trouble. When he took a closer look, he took a knife and dropped it, and killed him completely. Right now, only this lost dog is left. If the two of you feel elegant, Lu is willing to part with you and let you carry out the execution."

   "I'm afraid...not very good."

  Zhan Lexian spoke dryly, but was stared at by Lu Bei, and immediately lowered his head, not daring to take a breath.

   This scene made Wu Xian dumbfounded. In his impression, Zhan Lexian has always had a hot temper. Although I can't beat you, I am a die-hard who refuses to accept. It is the first time I have seen him so honest.

   "Since the two of you have no intention, then Lu can only do it himself."

   "No, this person is Tianjianzonggui..."

  Wu Xian turned pale with shock, before he finished speaking, a human head rolled to the ground, and the violent sword intent wiped out the vitality. Under the blessing of Da Shitian's sharp edge, even the primordial spirit of the Dzogchen in the fusion period could not bear it.

  Suddenly, a generation of magic masters died.

   I don’t know if there was a marquee flashing before he died. If so, think on the bright side and don’t have to worry about the lightning during the tribulation period.

"you you…"

  Wu Xian was furious, his face flushed like a pig's liver, and under the rage, Da Jingtian led the sharp edge down, hitting Lu Bei's chest and neck directly.

Ding!

  The white sword braces the black sword.

  Feeling the killing intent in the blade, Lu Bei raised his eyebrows to look at Wu Xian, and asked indifferently, "Elder Wu, are you from Qinggan?"

   "That's right, a royal bloodline is inherited."

   "Also."

   Lu Bei nodded lightly, and under Wu Xian's horrified gaze, he directly raised his hand to hold Da Jingtian. How sharp the edge of the Nine Swords is, it can't even hurt him at this moment.

Not only that, Da Jingtian became weaker and weaker in the process of struggling, but within a few breaths, he completely fell to the opposite side, bursting into the light of the sword and biting the master, causing his palms to be **** and bloody, and the tyrannical sword body disappeared for a while. block.

  Lu clenching his five fingers tightly, he pressed Da Jingtian tremblingly: "You are willing to stay with him, it shows that you are not a good thing, a shameful thing, not worthy of being used by Lu."

  After speaking, he raised his hand and threw Da Jingtian into the void.

   "Da Jing..."

   Shua!

  Wu Xian kept stretching out his hand, looking at Lu Bei holding the sword in astonishment, a line of blood fell from the peak of his eyebrows, the world in his eyes was divided into two, and the figure of Lu Bei holding the sword turned into two.

   "What about you, Elder Zhan is also a Qinggan?"

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  Tomorrow everyone celebrates the festival, and it will be delivered at midnight. By the way, ask for a monthly pass.

  (end of this chapter)