Lu Nanqing folded his hands and looked angry, and the law minister behind him also opened his eyes angrily, and waved down his palm as a form of suppression.

She said that Long Fusheng wanted to kill Chu Xuanzhao, and she was going to kill him, so she didn't have the slightest intention of showing mercy to her subordinates, and she didn't care if she was qualified to be the bloodless land Guanyin in the future.

Long Fusheng looked up at the huge palm that was about to be suppressed, he didn't expect this slender and weak young woman to be able to summon such a huge Guanyin Dharma Image, and sure enough, the people who came to Longhu Mountain to participate in the martial arts were all those who were amazingly talented. If such a posture appeared in the martial arts arena, it was estimated that it would scare the courage of a large group of participants, and it seemed that she really wanted to kill herself.

At this time, the sky that was originally dark and unknown suddenly became full of dark clouds, and the black clouds rolled like boiling pot water, and the white electricity that had not yet fallen became more and more bright and thick, and it fell in an instant!

Long Fusheng slowly raised his right hand, letting this thunderbolt smash into his palm, and countless lightning sparks exploded at the moment of collision, and he could vaguely see his protective body Zhengang wandering and rolling around him like a crimson border, resisting the invasion of thunder and lightning for him.

His expression was still hideous, whether he was from a prominent family or with outstanding talent, he had a kind of invincible conceit on him, allowing thunder and lightning to pour down on his head and shoulders like a river of heaven.

Different from the royal family of the Zhao family who have pure blood but live in the palace, their Long family dominates the southern continent with their dragon blood physique, and the tempered dragon blood physique is comparable to the Buddha King Kong body, which is naturally invulnerable to thunder and fire, Long Fusheng was brought to Longwan by his father since he was a child to practice dragon blood physique, whether it was barefoot stepping on the sword or sleeping on charcoal, he survived, Long Fusheng, who has such a transcendent talent and perseverance, claims to be the second in the family of the Daqing Dynasty, and no one dares to call it the first, otherwise he will not be expected to become the next dragon commander of the army。

Long Fusheng tore the heavenly thunder with one palm, and the slowly scorching dragon flame rose and danced in the palm of his hand, looking at the woman bleeding from the seven orifices under the Guanyin seat, revealing a mocking smile: "Forget about the law phase heaven and earth, even the heavenly thunder dares to attract it, are you willing to give up your life for this bastard who is not sorry to die, or do you plan to directly cross the catastrophe here and become an immortal?" In my opinion, no matter what you do, it is the way to die!"

After the four words of the way of death were shouted by him like a dragon's roar, the Guanyin Dharma Statue behind Lu Nanqing made a sound like ice breaking, and then the sound became louder and louder, and the Dharma Statue was quickly covered with cracks.

As for Lu Nanqing, he was bleeding from all over the place, and blood and tears flowed down his face.

Long Fusheng looked up at the sky and muttered, "I really don't understand, why are you all willing to die to save him one by one, is it so difficult to watch him be killed by me?"

The dragon flame in his hand became more and more intense, as if he was grasping a small sun in his hand.

At this moment, Lu Nanqing raised his eyes to the sky with unprecedented courage, and the red spots in the center of his eyebrows suddenly cracked, as if there was a golden eye hidden inside.

The eyes of the gods and Buddhas, the resonance of heaven and earth.

In an instant, the thunder and lightning in the sky swirled and converged like a tornado, if this thunder and lightning slashed straight down, I am afraid that it could tear open the top of this Wunan Mountain and destroy all the creatures on this mountain.

Lu Nanqing was about to blurt out the sentence "believe in and be followed".

Then Long Fusheng smashed her Guanyin Dharma with an expressionless punch, and let her fall straight into the mountain path like a white bird shot in the chest by a sharp arrow, without looking at her again.

The thunder on the clouds shattered, and the imposing Guanyin Dharma also disappeared, and Lu Nanqing's figure had long since disappeared.

Chu Xianzhao, who was pierced through his chest by a big sword, had his head drooping, like a dog whose backbone had been trampled on, and he didn't even have the strength to roar.

This moment happened again, and he could only watch helplessly as another woman gave her life to save him, and now that he was going to die, it was not worth it.

Long Fusheng turned his head to look at the poor figure who was nailed to death by him on the mountain road, and sneered: "See, you killed her, not me! But you died in the hands of my Long Fusheng, and you can be regarded as a well-deserved death! Although I have always felt that you, Tang Huang, should fight me in the competition arena and let me kill you in front of everyone, now that I think about it, it is better to get rid of you as soon as possible, so as not to have too many dreams at night!"

The white-haired young man put his hand on the sword, not saying a word, and his expression was pathetic.

Long Fusheng looked down at his arms, and after his arms were torn, they showed iron-blue sharp scales, and the red gold in his eyes was even more enthusiastic.

"Now, there is no one left to save you, go to death!" Long Fusheng roared and slammed on the ground hard, about to throw a punch at Chu Xuanzhao.

At this moment, a young woman flew like a white bird, followed by a blue-shirted Taoist priest, stepping into the void.

The woman in white hovered her twin swords from her waist, hovering in front of the creature who had once again fallen into a mortal place, drew one of the swords, and stared at the frightened dragon Fusheng.

Then she said, "Long Fusheng...... I'm here to kill you. ”

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At the moment, the picture of friends meeting was unprecedentedly terrifying in Long Fusheng's eyes, and he had fought with Guan Ju in horror, knowing how strong the other party's roots were, and she was also the daughter of the Xilin Sword God and Qing'an Longxian, and she could kill most of the sect disciples in the world in seconds with this illustrious and prosperous era alone.

Compared to the Aunt Long Immortal whose sword qi was comparable to Long Yan, the qi in Guan Ju's body was not strong at all, but the speed of the qi flow made him breathtaking, as fast as the flood season of a river, if he let himself fight with her alone, he would not be able to take the slightest advantage from her.

Now that she's here, just when she's about to kill that bastard, does that mean that she can't kill him again this time?

Bai Chonglou knelt beside Chu Xianzhao and quickly pointed out a few key tricks for him, which stopped the blood that was draining endlessly, but I am afraid that this move will not be able to save his life.

Guan Ju looked down at Chu Xuanzhao, who was pierced through his chest by the long sword, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Why did you make yourself so bad again......"

Chu Xianzhao coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed at himself: "You just let go of your hands and feet and slaughter him, even if I die here, it is too much of a loss in my opinion, but I don't want to die yet...... There are so many things I want to do. ”

Guan Ju took his eyes off Chu Xianzhao with difficulty, holding his dual swords in both hands.

A sword and a dove.

Chu Xianzhao looked at Guan Ju's back, and remembered the bits and pieces of the past between the two, Yan Mang and Shu Yue's two national wars, this girl with two swords at her waist was by her side, it was also one more life talisman for him, and more importantly, there was one more friend, he remembered that Guan Ju danced with two swords in the bamboo forest of Shuyue, she was really good-looking at that time, not only the sword was good-looking, but also the person was beautiful, so Chu Xianzhao thought in his heart, this woman was unworthy of him no matter what, and it was also cruel for her to stuff such a white-feathered bird into the cold and luxurious cage of the Dayin Palace。

It's not that Chu Xianzhao doesn't know Guan Ju's thoughts about him, it's just that a man like him really can't love Guan Ju as much as Guan Changye loves Zhao Xi, so he would rather let go of her and be the closest friends with each other, this is the best.

Faced with Guan Ju's actions, Long Fusheng was shocked and frightened, and said in a low voice: "Do you really want to face your compatriot blood relatives for an outsider?"

"Although we have the same blood on our bodies, you are not my relative after all, he is, you are not!" Guan Ju took the lead in swinging his sword, and accelerated to form a brilliant light with a snap, like a bright moon rising from the sea.

As she moved quickly, the rubble beneath her feet stirred along with the surrounding trees, and thousands of leaves scattered around the white shadow, whirling and whirling in midair.

In the place where she left, she was torn out by this strong wind, and the traces were as smooth as a mirror.

Long Fusheng roared and threw a punch in the direction of Guan Ju's attack, breaking through her fierce sword qi.

Guan Ju swept away on his back at this critical moment, his body pushed towards Long Fusheng's armpit, and he quickly slashed two sharp blood marks on his arm.

These two long swords, which were also made of the Fallen God Steel Sword, even against the dragon floating whose upper arm was covered with thick dragon scales, made a roar of gold and iron striking as they brushed past.

The dragon looked at the blood marks on his arm, and the corners of his eyes twitched, obviously he didn't expect these two long swords to be so sharp that they could break through his dragon scale armor with a single sword.

Under the power of that sword, his qi and dragon scale armor were easily torn apart by her.

After Guan Ju, who was holding the dual swords, swept away, he turned his sword with his backhand and pounced on Long Fusheng at a faster speed.

For such an airtight swordsmanship attack, Long Fusheng didn't dare to rashly expose any weak weaknesses, so he could only raise his arms and hold his head and retreat, Guan Ju swung his double swords one after another, slashing at Long Fusheng's arms, and suddenly there were violent ripples of qi, rippling away with the two of them as the center.

Long Fusheng's feet were almost kneeling, and the qi on his arms was like thousands of blood pythons entwined, and blood dripped down the stone steps.

Guan Ju slashed more than thirty swords on Long Fusheng's arm in one go with an almost unforgiving sword momentum, and the sword momentum was repeatedly superimposed, becoming more and more violent and rapid, and there was no sign of weakness at all.

Long Fusheng kept sliding backwards under such a domineering and peerless attack, and he didn't have the slightest strength to fight back. If this scene came out, I am afraid that the dragoons of the Dragon Protector Legion would be so frightened that their eyes would drop.

As Guan Changye's daughter, Guan Ju not only perfectly inherited the domineering spirit of his father's swordsmanship, but also joined the Qinglian Sword Sect's speed sword intent in this more than a year of tempering, and the swordsmanship was even more advanced, both the sword intent and the physique were far beyond that of two years ago。

Long Fusheng could only defend passively, thinking that she would inevitably be exhausted after a hundred swords, but when she was unconsciously forced to the top of the mountain, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have split nearly a thousand swords on herself, and her whole arm was so numb that she couldn't feel the pain, and the two swords attacked each other, and the speed was still climbing wildly, as if it was faster than Li Duzun's sword speed, so fast that it was not extreme!

This moment made Long Fusheng quite distressed, before he was obviously sure that he would kill her completely, but he was taken away by the Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain, and now he only had to be beaten.

Chu instantly summoned the picture of the sword qi all over the sky, lying in a pool of his own blood, and the picture of what he had experienced over the years flashed in his head, the burning Yan Mang Palace, the scene of the Empress of Lantai dying in the snow, the promise he made to Ying Liyang, and the Yin Kingdom, and everything in the Yin Kingdom, the Qionglou Yuyu of Lin'an City, and the sugar gourd in his hand...... The images were getting blurrier and farther away from him, and the sound was getting weaker and weaker.

He felt that he was really going to die this time, and it was nothing that he died, but he had lived up to the expectations of so many people, so he felt very guilty, but he felt that he was lying in a very warm place now, and someone was drinking water for him, sweet and warm water.

After drinking these warm waters, his consciousness slowly became clear, and when he opened his eyes, the person in front of him was no longer the Wudang Mountain Taoist priest, but Lu Nanqing, whose face was covered in blood, and she cut the pulse of her wrist and let herself drink the blood from her wound.

At this time, the blood that Chu Xianzhao drank was no longer the scarlet color of ordinary blood, but a warm liquid glowing with a faint golden light.

Legend has it that only those who have reached the ultimate realm of Buddhism will have their blood turn from red to gold, and even burn relics that symbolize the power of the Buddha after death!

Lu Nanqing was trying to squeeze out that drop of golden blood from her body, she looked so gentle, her face seemed to be shrouded in a warm sun, and the three thousand green silks fell naturally.

"Nanqing...... Your hair. ”

Chu Xianzhao used all his strength to make that inaudible sound, and the soft green silk that he couldn't put down along the way was falling on his face in wisps, as soft as falling leaves, with the unique fragrance of the woman in front of him.

"I'm here to save Childe...... I want to save Childe, that's right. ”

Every time Lu Nanqing said a word, a strand of hair fell on Chu Xianzhao's face, and his eyes said with pity: "It doesn't matter if my hair grows, it can grow in the future...... But isn't it ugly now. ”

"You're the best-looking woman I've ever seen, I didn't lie to you......!

Chu Xuanzhao, who was on the verge of resurrection, held her head tightly in his arms and couldn't help crying loudly.

He didn't love the woman in front of him, she was just a passerby in his life, and when this martial arts was over, she would go back to Guanyin Sect to continue to be her land Guanyin, and do some good things on the way, and he had to figure out how to defeat the most powerful people in the city, compared to Lu Nanqing's lofty desire to purify all living beings, how ugly and dark his ambition seemed to be, but she still spared no effort to save herself, this blank paper woman was seen through by Chu Xianzhao at a glance, but Chu Zhaozhao may be a book that Lu Nanqing can never read, even so she still has the patience to understand him, The only result is to fall into it and can't extricate themselves, just like those women who are willing to die even if they are desperate for him, but Chu Xuanzhao doesn't want her to do it for herself, the relationship between them is warm and tense, like a fairy who is new to the world meets a sinner covered in mud.

Since Chu Xianzhao left the Yin Kingdom, he had never cried so sadly.

Bai Chonglou looked at the man and woman who were hugging each other, silent.

The so-called Pure Land of Bliss is false after all, and the real world will always be so cruel and so beautiful.

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A cloud of snow rolled around the dragon.

Guan Ju couldn't count how many swords he had swung, and the rolling wind and thunder between the two swords was no longer something that could be done by simply swinging the sword.

The twin swords in his hands glowed with a golden red light that only appeared after the sword forging master had been tempered for thousands of years.

If it is replaced by Chu Xuanzhao's sword, the same master can swing a move similar to Guan Ju's swordsmanship, but it will definitely not be able to do a sword like Guan Ju's swiftness and lethal at the same time, and it can also continuously change his mood.

Right now, the dragon's protective body will be shattered at any time under the slash of this raging storm, which is simply unbelievable to him.

But what really unnerved him was her eyes, although he couldn't see her face clearly, he could clearly feel her deep cold gaze after the sword was drawn, and it looked familiar.

How could such a gaze be so familiar? It made Long Fusheng feel as if he had seen it somewhere, and he felt deeply chilled.

He suddenly realized that this was the frozen look in his aunt's eyes when she looked at his uncle, as if she were staring at an enemy, and now he felt this terrible look in her illegitimate daughter again.

That's what he hates about her the most!

Long Fusheng also has the same backhand skills, but he doesn't know if he should use it now, he originally wanted to save it for the final of the martial arts, not the two of him fighting Guan Ju now.

If you don't use it again, your arm may be cut off by her sword!

Long Fusheng roared and opened his arms, allowing the two long swords to slash at his chest, and a dragon shadow appeared on him, looking up to the sky and roaring.

Guan Ju was stunned by this sudden dragon power, and the rotation of the qi machine was forcibly interrupted, and the result was that the meridian injury made her stagger back, and there was no need for Long Fusheng's fists to attack, and the distance between the two was widened at this moment.

Red flames suddenly erupted from Long Fusheng's body, and the hot temperature rushed to Guan Ju's foothold, her clear face still had no fear, a wisp of red blood flowed down her snow-white chin, Ju Gu slammed her sword on the ground, and Pu Jia was facing Long Fusheng's chest.

The red dragon breath qi slowly rose in Long Fusheng's body, and these qi ripples surrounded his body, and finally turned into a small red dragon, wrapped around Long Fusheng's arms and chest, and an indescribable coercion emanated.

At this time, Long Fusheng can no longer be called a human, the characteristics of dragon transformation are so obvious in him, the knotted back muscles and the sudden bone spurs all tell Guan Ju what kind of power is contained in his body at this time. The bloodied arms were covered with golden-red scales, like the sumptuous brocade on a king's robe.

Only the face wrapped in bone no longer had any expression, and the dragon floated up to the sky and breathed, and a deafening roar came out of his mouth.

Guan Ju said with a solemn face: "I didn't expect you to follow the same old path as your father, a road to death......

To this day, she still clearly remembers that among the nine dragon generals who besieged and killed her father, the three dragon generals who died in his hands were also as terrifying as Long Fusheng at that time, turning into a terrifying monster that could not be separated from human and dragon, completely losing control and killing her father, and finally being killed by her father himself.

"It's a great gift...... A mongrel like you can only pollute this power. Long Fusheng lowered his head to his arm wrapped in red qi, and his eyes burst with a red gold-like light, as if someone had poured a pool of melted gold into it.

At this time, the blood in the dragon's body was boiling hot like boiling water, and the miserable white bone spurs broke through his back and spread all the way to his tail vertebrae, which was already about to give birth to a dragon tail like an iron whip.

The more forbidden the power, the greater the price he needs to bear, and at this time, he is so powerful, he doesn't believe that Guan Ju can threaten him anymore.

What's more, Gongsun Changxue is still by his side, although he has cut off an arm, there are still various strange means that can be used.

Then, Long Fusheng will experience a great defeat since he was born as a human because of the light of the enemy.

Chu Xuanzhao, who drank Lu Nanqing's blood, slowly pulled out the big sword inserted in his chest, and the wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then stood straight, his spirit and spirit gradually approached the peak moment of his life, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chu Xuanzhao raised his right hand, and shot the mercury crossbow arrow that Jiang Tang specially sent for him at Long Fusheng from a distance of dozens of zhang.

It's like a stone thrown by a mortal at a god or Buddha.

In the process of this arrow, there was no sharp sound of breaking the wind, nor did it set off a wave of vertical and horizontal winds.

Not even a single sound.

It was as silent as drops of water from the leaves.

So Long Fusheng didn't even think about avoiding it, and he didn't even have the idea of blocking, and let this crossbow arrow shoot into his chest.

Finally, the bolt stuck in the dragon's chest, stuck deep between his scales.

Immediately after that, the arrow exploded, filling the air with a silvery white vapor of mercury, and the pride in Long Fusheng's eyes was quickly replaced by fear and shock.

The dragon scales began to peel off his chest, and I don't know if it was because they were born from the flesh, but each piece of dragon scales would pull a small piece of flesh as it fell.

There were hundreds of fine scales on Long Fusheng's chest, which turned pale and fell off like a torrential rain, leaving behind a large silver-white mercury scar, and the sharp pain exploded in his mind.

He knelt down in this thick fog of mercury and roared wildly, the mercury scars on his chest became more and more terrifying, and even turned into exaggerated blood flowers, and the dragon breath qi in his body was rapidly eroded and disturbed by the mercury, like a piece of fine brocade being torn into pieces.

He fell to his knees and vomited blood, and laughed hard and whimsily, his smile so painful that he couldn't even say a word.

The dragon-blooded physique that he worked hard to build the foundation in the first half of his life, at this time, it seemed that he suddenly encountered the prosperous imperial capital of a thousand-year flood, which was built by him with one hand and one foot, and finally under the attack of this devastating flood, it only took a few breaths to become the residue of rotten wood, which made him regret not being at the beginning.

He is the heir of the Dragon Family, and he is still the capital of the next Dragon Protector Legion, and the first half of his life is full of golden light, almost all his peers around him have become shadows behind him, unable to take the slightest light from him.

This martial arts move should have been an opportunity for him to make a name for himself, he wanted to win the title of martial champion this time, inherit the power of the Qimen Great Urn from the hands of the old heavenly master, and finally take this power to sweep the army of the Northern Regions, and become the next dragon king Zhao Gongming-like legend of the Southern Continent.

Right now, the white-haired man shot an arrow at him.

This arrow turned the first half of his life into a big joke.

Why didn't he laugh?