"Stop!" Nangong Jing let out a cold snort and drank Lu Junsi, who rushed to within two zhang.

"Jingti, are you injured......" Lu Junsi looked at Nangong Jingti, who was pale and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and immediately swept towards Lin Luo with a murderous aura and said, "Have you let her break Zhangliu's grand wish?"

He naturally recognized Lin Luo. But apparently, Lin Luo didn't recognize him.

Also, he was wearing a mask that day, and although he had met Lin Luo, he didn't show his appearance.

Although he didn't know how Lin Luo tracked him here, for now, he could only pray that Lin Luo had brought the Lu family's Tridacna rosary with him.

Only in this way can we keep Nangong Jingti's ambition.

Therefore, at the moment, although he was murderous, he did not dare to break into the range of Nangong Jingtizhang Liu.

"Let me ask you......" Nangong Jingti stared at Lu Junsi two feet away, and said coldly: "Did you kidnap Lu Junyao in order to get the cradacna rosary?" ”

"You-" Lu Junsi, who originally wanted to hide his identity, changed his expression and said, "How do you know?"

But in an instant, he suddenly realized: "I almost forgot the secret of pure heart fasting, the Sutra of the Past! It seems that you have used this Sutra to deduce the past and see the truth of the matter. ”

"You-" Nangong Jingti, who had an indifferent temperament, couldn't help but be a little angry when he heard Lu Junsi's answer: "Do you know, because of the cause you planted, I broke my ambition!"

"What! Your ambition has been broken? Has it been broken by him? So, your cultivation has to be reversed three times in a short period of time and fall into the middle realm of internal strength?" Lu Junsi's expression changed sharply, and the long sword behind his back burst out of its sheath.

"Lin Luo, you're ruined

Nangong Jingti I practiced, and it would not be too much to kill you ten times!" Lu Junsi roared angrily, and the Changhong Sword in his hand roared, and he stabbed towards Lin Luo.

At this moment, Lin Luo had already stiffened in place.

It turned out that this Zhang Liuhong wish was so dangerous. Once the vows are broken, the cultivation is reversed three times in a short period of time. Isn't this about falling to a whole big realm?

Then Nangong Jingti, why did she still lightly skip this matter? Moreover, not only did she not kill herself, but on the contrary, she wanted to take him out of here?

Why is she so stupid?

Lin Luo's thoughts stagnated, and the whole person fell into deep self-blame.

So much so that when Lu Junsi came with a sword, he didn't move at all and didn't notice it.

"Lin Luo, be careful!" Nangong Jingti looked at Lin Luo, who was sluggish beside him, and hurriedly turned around and blocked in front of Lin Luo.

"Jingti-" Lu Junsi exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly shook the Changhong Sword, and picked it up, avoiding Nangong Jingti who was blocking in front of Lin Luo.

"Are you crazy? This sword almost stabbed you!" Lu Junsi looked at Nangong Jingti and shouted angrily: "He let you break your ambition and ruin your cultivation." If you don't kill him, you will still block the sword with your body! Are you really crazy? If you go away, you are born with compassion and compassion for others, and you have the heart of a bodhisattva, so naturally you can't bear to kill him! If you don't kill him, I'll help you kill him!"

"That's enough!" Nangong Jingti said coldly: "If it weren't for the cause you planted, how could there be such a fruit?" You go, I don't want to see you again." ”

Lu Junsi was stunned at first, then snorted a few times and laughed insolently.

"Hahahaha!" Lu Junsi laughed angrily and said, "It is said that the female disciple of the Pure Heart Zhai will can't help but fall into the red dust tribulation of the person who breaks the vows. seemingly

The rumors are indeed true! He broke your vows, and not only did you not kill him, but you also saved him with your life.

"Presumptuous!" Nangong Jingti snorted coldly and said, "Hugh ruins my reputation!"

"Hmph!" Lu Junsi's expression turned cold, and the internal qi around his body rushed out of his body like a mountain torrent and tsunami: "I am so infatuated with my heart, I don't know what to do." It's okay, if I can't get it, others can't think about it. Since you won't get out of the way, I'll cut you first. ”

Lu Junsi's fighting spirit was accumulated, his internal qi was shocking, and his clothes were windless.

When his killing intent and momentum accumulated at the same time to the peak, he moved.

The Changhong Sword in his hand, a burst of golden sound, like a Changhong, broke through the air.

Before the sword arrived, the sword qi had already stabbed with a murderous aura.

Sword Qi!

He was already able to condense his sword qi.

Then his realm is already the realm of dark energy.

No wonder he was dismissive of Lin Luo.

An ancient martial artist in the realm of internal strength, in front of an ancient martial artist in the realm of dark strength, is like the gap between a mayfly and a giant tree.

Can a mayfly shake a giant tree?

Nangong Jingti looked at the stabbing sword, and countless fragmentary images flashed in his indifferent eyes.

These images, little by little, are connected into a line, and finally condensed into a picture. In the picture, Jingnian Mountain stands in the void, she looks at each other from a distance, looks at the man on the other side of the void, and dances with a sword.

The man is handsome and burly, and his swordsmanship is light and chic.

The two looked at each other from afar across the void. One cultivates the Taoist heart, and the other guards the obsession.

This mind is cultivating the Dharma.

This obsession is loved by Nangong Jingti.

The master of the Dao Heart is Nan

Gong Jingti, the obsessive master is Lu Junsi.

It's just that as the years go by, her Dao heart remains the same, and the person who is obsessed has given up her obsession.

Nangong Jingti, who was originally apologetic, was relieved in an instant. All the past was disillusioned in her eyes. Her Dao heart is even stronger, like a towering mountain of pure thoughts, towering and immovable.

"Thorn!"

The bodhi flute in her hand stabbed out.

Boom!

The sound of gold and jade colliding resounded through the valley.

The tip of the Changhong sword is in the middle of the flute of the Bodhi flute.

For a while, the sword qi rushed to kill, like a rain of arrows, spraying out from the various pores of the Bodhi flute.

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the momentum is magnificent.

"Nangong Jingti!" Lu Junsi sneered: "In your heyday, I was still a little jealous. But now, your ambition has been shattered, and you have been seriously injured. The more you exert your efforts, the faster your cultivation will reverse! I see how long you can hold on!"

Nangong Jingti looked indifferent, held the right hand of the Bodhi flute, circled the flute, and then moved back abruptly. The palm of his hand slapped towards the mouth of the flute, and a strong force slapped out.

Suddenly, the internal energy collided with the sword qi, like a long rainbow, from the other end of the jade flute, rushing out.

As soon as he came out of the jade flute, his strength was like a divine phoenix, turning into a screaming divine phoenix, carrying majestic energy, and swept towards Lu Junsi.

"Shan Huang Chaoyang!" Lu Junsi looked at the condensed energy, exclaimed, and hurriedly withdrew the Changhong Sword.

Suddenly, the sword light was monstrous, turning into a canopy, resisting Nangong Jingti's momentum.

But Nangong Jingti's offensive did not stop, and as soon as she mentioned it, she immediately put it in front of her mouth.

The jade flute played.

The sound of the flute is melodious and diffuse.

But as soon as he rushed out of the jade flute, it was like a galloping horse

generally, the momentum rushed to kill the past.

As soon as Lu Junsi heard the sound of the flute, his expression suddenly became painful. He immediately retreated. At the same time, the mind is one, and the energy in the body automatically seals all the points in the body.

But the strange thing is that Lin Luo, who was immersed in self-blame, was not hurt by the sound of Xiao at all.

The sound of this flute is sometimes melodious, sometimes passionate, sometimes tactful, sometimes bright. When it is melodious and tactful, it is like a girl stroking the piano, such as crying and complaining; when it is passionate and bright, it is like a chivalrous warrior dancing a sword, and Jin Ge is roaring.

"Heavenly Thunder Eight Sounds!" Lu Junsi retreated a few feet, looked at Nangong Jingti with a painful face, and said in horror: "I didn't expect you to even comprehend the Heavenly Thunder Eight Sounds." This is Shakyamuni's supreme technique of sound killing. Once cast, the ghosts and gods are not close. However, with your current cultivation, you won't be able to sustain it for long. ”

Lu Junsi stood with his sword in his hand, and his momentum changed abruptly.

The anger on his body suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a kind of heroic righteousness.

"Could it be that only you have the skill of sound killing when you are purifying your heart?" Lu Junsi's eyes flashed, he shrank his abdomen and lungs, condensed his qi and gathered pills, and his body was like a conch, and all the Haoran internal qi in the eight veins of the Qi Jing was included in the dantian.

Then, with a big mouth, the internal qi poured out.

Suddenly, a series of magnificent and rich male voices, containing Haoran righteousness, burst out from Lu Junsi's body. It is like thousands of troops and horses, stepping on their hooves, thousands of birds and beasts, looking up and singing, and thousands of volcanoes, ready to erupt.

"Heaven, earth, existence, righteousness, qi, miscellaneous, natural, fu, flow, shape!"

Haoran's long song bursts out with strange, sharp, majestic, and heroic syllables.

The wind is blowing.

The majestic syllables of "Haoran Long Song", with Lu Junsi as the center, turned into a circle

The sound waves rippled like ripples.

The heavenly thunder eight tones close to Lu Junsi were directly rushed by this thick and domineering syllable. It's like a bow and arrow that is already at the end of a strong crossbow, and when it gets close to its target, it is shot down by a powerful arrow that fires ten thousand arrows.

These 10,000 arrows shattered the approaching Heavenly Thunder Eight Sounds, and then washed out of them, carrying a mighty momentum, and slashed with the Heavenly Thunder Eight Sounds.

Sonic shock, two sound killing techniques, in the middle of the two, fighting.

This is Yuhuamen's "Haoran Long Song Recipe", majestic and domineering, refined to the depths of the essence, and can even descend to people with sound, which is convincing. This is the supreme secret technique of the Feather Sect to dominate the Hundred Sects.

Even if it is the eight tones of heaven and thunder, in front of this Haoran long song, it will not take the slightest advantage.

In addition, Nangong Jingti suffered internal injuries, and his strength was reversing rapidly. After one or the other, I saw the rich and majestic voice of Haoran's long song, like a large army pressing the border, sweeping in.

Lu Junsi is like a master who preaches and teaches his profession, spitting out a male voice and stepping in.

With each step, the pressure of Nangong Jingti doubled sharply.

With every step, Nangong Jingti's Heavenly Thunder Eight Tones weakened by a point.

When Lu Junsi walked to a distance of six feet from Nangong Jingti, suddenly the thunder rolled, and a rush and violent syllables surged out of the Bodhi flute.

The syllables are like a ghost crying, like a wolf howling, poignant and sharp.

"Hum ! ] ]

The eight-character mantra turned into eight heavenly dragons, like divine dragons, summoned from the flute. Eight phantoms, mighty and powerful. The dragon's horns, long beards, divine eyes, and sharp claws are all lifelike, as if a real dragon had descended into the world.

A vast primeval atmosphere

, swept out.

Exorcise all demons and monsters.

Even Haoran's long song was also a dark voice, suppressed by this primeval atmosphere.

The eight dragons meandered and circled, and kept chanting. Each dragon is condensed into a mantra, deducing the supreme mystery in the eight-character mantra.

All damage is extinguished at this moment, evil luck is expelled, and demonic obstacles are slashed. Nangong Jingti is like a bodhisattva in the present world, sacred and inviolable.

"Ahh

"Poof!" a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But he did not retreat but advanced, instantly condensed, the lower abdomen kept contracting, bulging, the spine condensed, and the muscles stretched and flexed. Once again, a more vigorous and righteous aura was condensed, and the body broke out.

A smile appeared on his face, and he stepped into Nangong Jingti within six feet.

(End of chapter)