Chapter 728 Your opponent is me

   There is nothing wrong with a sword repairer using fists.

   One word of Dao can be understood in one word, and after comprehending the rhyme of Dao, the supernatural means will not stick to one.

  Oftentimes, there is no difference between a sword and a fist.

  The gravekeeper was curious that Lu Bei possessed the first-class sword intent in the world, and he was undoubtedly a top sword cultivator at the level of a master of swordsmanship. Such a person is extremely sword-like, and without a sword in his hand, his strength will definitely be weakened by 30%.

  A sword can't break through, let alone a pair of fists.

  The so-called punching with fists is a bit exaggerated.

  clang——

   Lu Bei looked at no one in his eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he walked slowly in the void.

  The sword light and air flow bloomed, and white lotuses bloomed under his feet.

  The pace seems to be slow and fast, and every time he takes a step, it seems that he has resorted to the method of moving and transporting.

  Only the sword intent was surging and dignified step by step. When he came to the tomb guard, the boiling sword intent was hard to suppress and reached the peak that can be achieved so far.

  The horizontal punching edge is really like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the light is dazzling, dazzling, and the sword edge is invincible.

   "Hey, this..."

  The tomb guard looked sideways, not knowing how to describe this sword, or this punch.

  Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and the golden pupils under the mask showed a startled brilliance for the first time.

  The sword light disappeared, almost to the point where he could no longer see it.

not good!

  As the sword edge approached, the tomb guard's alarm bell rang loudly. Without thinking too much, he pushed his hands in front of his chest and blasted at the source of the crisis.

  Boom! !

  The beam of light burst out, rushing to the end of the void.

  The moment the tomb guard raised his hand, severe pain hit his limbs and bones, and his internal organs were overwhelmed, and it was generally impossible to feel it when it evaporated.

  He flew upside down, and he didn't know how far he flew before barely stopping.

  The painted face mask cracked open, and the pale golden eyes were full of dignity.

  The gravekeeper patted the fiery fist mark on his chest: "Yes, this blow is enough to hurt me. What about you, how many times can your body carry sword intent?"

  Such a powerful sword intent, he had never heard of it before, and while wondering where the Jiang family brought the reinforcements, he concluded that Lu Bei's physical body could not bear it.

   After all, people have limits.

  White light breaks the dawn and dissolves the dense darkness.

  The tomb keeper's eyes danced with golden light, his breathing rhythmic, he displayed his blood magic powers, strengthened his own perception, and infinitely slowed down the flow of time around him.

  At this moment, he is faster than Lu Bei.

  Boom! !

  The black figure flew upside down, and the mask was bathed in sword light, crackling into powder.

  The gravekeeper raised his hand to touch the sword wound on his cheek, and there was a hint of disbelief in his solemn eyes.

  He clearly saw it, why was he still a step behind?

  Lu Bei stopped his figure and brought the honor of the tomb keeper into his eyes. With a wide mouth and lion nose, wide face and big ears, wild hair and shoulders hanging down, not to mention extremely ugly, but it is also beginning to take human form.

  Looking at the golden mane drawn from the face of the tomb guard, Lu Bei frowned and said, "Monster?"

   Not only a demon clan, but also a demon king without a form.

  The demon king of the Mahayana period, who is about to ascend and has not yet taken form, imagine how powerful the bloodline of the other party is. From Lu Bei's shallow common sense in the world of cultivating immortals, he only knows that Little Snake, who has the bloodline of the Soaring Snake, has the same potential.

  The mask was knocked off, and the tomb guard simply put it off. With a low growl, his body crackled and fried beans, and the height reached three meters.

  Shoulders with lion hair, long and slender ears standing upright, humanoid beasts with ferocious eyes, **** mouth spewing hot steam, and golden canine teeth are extremely eye-catching.

He shook his sore neck: "The Yaozu is indeed a Yaozu, but I have nothing to do with the Wanyao Kingdom, and King Yan will not leave you with such an obvious handle... Forget it, it is useless to talk, anyway, you are about to dead man."

  He pushed out his cross arm, and his muscular arms flashed a pale golden light, as indestructible as a Buddhist golden body.

  The front of the fist tore through the turbulent flow of the void, with a domineering aura, spanning several miles, and it acted on Lu Bei's chest in an instant.

   Afterimage erasure.

  Lu Bei turned into a golden light and arrived behind the tomb guard. He swung his arm and raised his three fingers together, using the method of three extremes of bitterness to penetrate the monster power of the yin, the sun and the shaking characters.

  Fingertips touched the golden light, faintly blurred light and shadow.

   One blow failed to break through the defense, so startled that Lu Bei pulled away and walked away, dodging the three-meter beast to fight back.

  What kind of monster is it? The physical body is so tyrannical. Even if it is a monster, it is a bit outrageous.

  Lu Bei squinted his eyes slightly, and there were two **** of golden flames dancing in the white eyes without pearls. In his sight, the tomb keeper was a human-shaped golden flame, full of explosive destructive power like a volcano.

   But he really couldn't tell what species it was.

   Just when Lu Bei guessed the tomb guard's heel, the latter raised one hand, flicked his five fingers, his sharp claws burst into a piercing sonic boom, and the golden blade cut through the darkness, stretching down like a sword to vent thousands of miles.

  Five beams of golden light slashed, one of which went straight to Lu Bei's location.

  The golden sword energy opened the magnificent curtain, and the remaining light distorted the void and ignited an extremely hot sea of ​​flames.

   Lu and Bei are far apart, and they can still feel the oncoming heat wave.

  This flame, he has seen...

   twice.

   The first time I met my cousin, the Zombie King played the same type of corpse fire, and the second time was Ji Han, the golden corpse poison fire body protection, which can be attacked, retreated or defended, and it is difficult to touch.

   "So that's it, it's a zombie, not a monster."

   Lu Bei curled his lips, during these Mahayana periods, there was not a single truth in his mouth, and farting was a taste of conspiracy.

   Zombies are zombies, pretending to be monsters, I'm not afraid to make a fuss for King Yan, and attract the siege and interception of the Holy Land of the human race.

  Oh, Emperor Ji has long been unhappy with King Yan, and has always supported the Jiang family's royal family.

   That's fine.

   "Hide and hide, where is the third punch? Is your physical body unable to support it?"

  The tomb guard bathed in golden flames, and raised the phantom of the roaring beast with both hands. Lu Bei's eyes were sharp, and he could see some afterimages of unicorns in the hazy phantom.

  The corpse of the Yaozu turned into a zombie?

Lu Bei was in a daze, and after finally clearing his thoughts, he immediately became confused. Knowing that he lacked common sense, he simply stopped thinking about it. At the invitation of the tomb guard, he turned into an afterimage and rushed into the sea of ​​flames, with fist marks hitting his hideous face .

   "Come here..."

  Boom! !

  Some gaps can’t be changed by hard mouth, slow is slow, and the truth will not be distorted due to personal subjective will.

  The zombie gravekeeper clamored for the third punch, begging for a good hammer, and really caught it with his face.

  Lu Bei's figure flashed for a moment, and the moment he flew upside down, he cast a shadow across his body, pointed his hands together to form a sword, and used the two Dao rhymes of Changchong and Yuanran as fronts to cut through the indestructible flesh of the zombie.

   Then clapped out with both palms, the four forces of Taiyin, Sun, Thunder, and Storm rushed in one after another.

  The lunar yin and the sun are twisting, the yin and yang swim and fish become powerful, and everything bears the yin and embraces the yang, stirring up thunder and storms against disorder.

  Lu Bei revises a new big move, based on Dao Yun, using the method of the wheel of life and death to create yin and yang, master life and death, and deprive the body of the tomb guard's primordial spirit.

Then…

   Yuanshen was not found.

   "Jie Jie Jie——"

  The tomb keeper turned around ferociously, and his five fingers catapulted his sharp claws, tearing down his chest.

  Golden light flashed, and the two looked at each other silently, one was dumbfounded, the other was shocked.

  The gravekeeper looked at the five white marks on Lu Bei's chest in surprise, and then looked at his own paws, speechless for a long time.

  He travels all over the world, he has never seen any scene, this kind of...

  Sword repair?

   Physical training?

   I have never seen it before.

   It can't be a monster race!

  It’s hard to say, the move just now is very similar to the Tiangang warfare passed down from generation to generation by the Yaozu. Even if it is not a Yaozu, it has a lot to do with the Yaozu.

  Lu Bei was surprised that the tomb guard was a zombie through and through. Unlike Zombie King and Ji Han, the former borrowed his body to revive his soul, while the latter refined his body into a corpse, and he had souls in his body.

   If I have to give a similar example, it can only be the earth fairy corpse in the grave of Mizuzeyuan.

  Yan Wang has such a strong man under his command, he picked the wrong opponent!

  There are such great supernatural powers under the royal family, no wonder they dare to challenge me!

   One person and one corpse are afraid of each other, confront each other on the same spot, the enemy does not move and the other does not move.

   Right at this moment, two shadows arrived, one chasing and the other fleeing.

  Jiang Biehe was ashamed, with a tattered folding fan in his hand. He lost to Qiu Yuandian Cangyin and the secret method of the Six Heavens Demon King.

   Seeing the two confronting each other, with only concave shape and no effort, they were immediately extremely envious.

   "Fellow Daoist, let me deal with this monster, you need to rest first."

  Jiang Biehe arrived at Lu Bei's side, spread out the torn paper fan, and a line of text was drawn across: "The dog thief of Qin Tianjian said a lot of bad things about the Wuliang Sword Sect in front of me. I couldn't bear it, so I brought you here."

   Lu Bei: (_)

  Sister Shao worked hard to spread rumors!

   Work harder, the old Zhu's family who eats and raises fat in two days should know.

   "Fellow Daoist, talk, I traveled a long way to bring you the dog thief." Jiang Biehe urged, lest Lu Bei would not agree.

   "This person is very strong, and he will not die after counting swords against me."

   "It's okay, I like to challenge the strong, and I'm not happy if I'm not strong!"

   "..."

   Having reached this point, what else can Lu Bei say, his body turned into golden light, shimmering and disappearing into the distance.

  The moment he set foot on the ground, he arrived in front of Qiu Yuan. The latter put his hands together, using fists, palms, and fingers together, blasting out the Dian Cang seal that points to the common people.

Snapped!

  A big hand clasps his face, Qiu Yuan spins around and is taken far away.

   "Sword cultivator rests—"

  The gravekeeper roared into the void, and the thunder and flashes vibrated and transmitted the sound.

   "Fellow Taoist, your opponent is me." Jiang Biehe raised his finger, and the golden light built a bridge, blocking the way of the grave guard.

  The tomb guard froze, turned around expressionlessly, his pale golden eyes were indifferent and calm, and wrote only two words—what are you, worthy of being my opponent?

   "Jiang is not talented, and I would like to learn from you." Jiang Biehe spread out his folding fan, and shook the breeze, blowing his long hair that was scattered like grass on the grave.

   "..."

  The tomb guard's expression was gloomy. When had he ever received such an insult when he was in the Xiyou Demon Territory?

  …

   "Ahem..."

  Bleeding from Qiu Yuan's mouth, his internal organs could be seen from the sword marks on his chest, his hands were **** and his ten fingers were shapeless.

  He used punches, palms, and fingers to make dot marks, but he failed to break the defense, and even broke his hands.

  Lu Bei is still in the state of fighting against the zombie grave guard, his energy and spirit are all raised to the peak, and he goes all out without holding back.

  As a sword cultivator, abandoning the sword is the best proof.

  He doubted that Qiu Yuan was weak, and even Yan Xiaoshuang was inferior, at the same time, he raised his hand and patted the dust on his chest.

   "But that's all."

  (end of this chapter)