Chapter Seventy-Two: I Started a Fire to Fear Myself

"Actually, you have another option, which is to jump off the cliff above. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" Long Po said coldly, and the mocking tone in it was self-evident.

At the peak of this night run, more than 600 people joined it, but after running in the middle of the night, in the end, only Long Po found Li Xuan.

In this case, just like Long Po said, unless Li Xuan jumped off this cliff, it would be impossible to escape.

This is the forbidden place on the Beginningless Peak, and Long Po knows it, so he doesn't have to worry that someone will disturb him to enjoy the refreshing process of Li Xuan's death.

Since it has been done, then completely solve this big problem, and now I don't want Zhao Bin to know the consequences of this matter, anyway, the person has already been killed, and it is a big deal to go back to the Siguo Cliff in the back mountain for a few years.

As soon as Li Xuan died, it was all worth it.

"Third Senior Brother, I just can't figure it out, I can't be considered a life-and-death feud with you, why are you just staring at me?" Li Xuan asked helplessly.

"There is no great enmity between life and death, are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid?

"The conscience of heaven and earth, my senior sister and I are absolutely innocent, I didn't even dare to think about it, just my senior sister's violent temper, can that man stand it?" Li Xuan pointed to the sky and squatted on the ground, and almost swore blood.

Long Po laughed for a while, looking at Li Xuan with contempt and disgust.

How could the junior sister fall in love with this kind of goods, could it really be that she was thinking too much.

"The third senior brother is handsome and chic in my heart, and there are countless heroes in the world, and there is only a senior sister you can match. There is an old saying that is in the truth, the sword is given to the strong, the beauty is the hero, the third senior brother and the senior sister are definitely a match made in heaven, if anyone dares to say a word, I will be in a hurry with whom" Li Xuan said with a sincere face.

Long Po's smile revealed a transcendent look that understood everything, as if all these conspiracies and tricks were like a blank sheet of paper in front of him, which could be broken when poked, and could not withstand any scrutiny.

"I know you're stalling for time, but what's the use of doing this? This is the forbidden place of Luo Tianzong, without the invitation of the sect master, even the master can't come here at will, and there is only a dead end waiting for you, and now although I haven't recovered, it's enough to kill you."

Long Po said unhurriedly.

Li Xuan had a surprised and sad expression on his face.

"You've guessed it, what should I do?"

"Let's die" Long Po had already regained a little strength, obviously not wanting to have too many changes with Li Xuan, but wanted to solve the scourge as soon as possible, and avoid changes later.

As soon as he stepped out, a cold and scorching vitality swung around, and a stream of vigorous sword qi crisscrossed within a radius of ten zhang in the center of the dragon break.

"Long Journey on a Moonlit Night" is a heaven-level sword scripture, which is one of the two major body skills of dragon breaking.

The bright moon on the sea is born together, and the waves are thousands of miles.

The waves are magnificent, and the darkness begins to be quiet.

This moonlight like silver is tinted with tranquility, mottled with longing, not flattering, not vulgar, not causing dust.

This sword style perfectly blends into the surrounding night, like loneliness, a wildflower blooming on Mo that no one is watching.

When I raised my eyes, I saw that the mottled sword shadow revealed a kind of righteousness that lasted forever, like a long river flowing quietly, and the years were like this.

Brushed by the delicate hand of the night breeze, there seems to be the sound of a heartbeat.

When you feel the aggressive sword intent, it is like a hook of eyebrows and the moon hanging obliquely in the sky, clear as water, pouring through the treetops, slowly coming towards you, not impatient or impatient.

When everything calmed down, I realized that the sword style had become irreversible.

It's like the moon has slanted to the west, and thousands of lights are dim, which is the highest level of "Long Moonlit Night".

The lights of thousands of homes are dim, this is the pass of "Long Moonlit Night".

Long Po had already broken through this barrier three years ago, so the sword momentum at this time had been condensed to the peak.

And in the end, the sword style faintly echoed the stone formations around it.

This time, Long Po has really exhausted his hole cards, which is to show the shortcomings of bullying Li Xuan's lack of vitality and cultivation.

Looking at the staggered sword qi that shrouded him in front of him, the terminal system in Li Xuan's brain was running at a high speed.

Gradually, the trajectory of this sword was slowly analyzed by Li Xuan.

Dozens of holographic projectors practiced sword postures one by one in Li Xuan's mind.

When Long Po quickly approached Li Xuan, the trick of cracking had already appeared in Li Xuan's mind.

With a tremor of hundreds of times per second, the Heavenly Prison Sword in his hand turned into a phantom and stabbed out in the air along specific tracks.

This does not belong to any set of sword scriptures of Luo Tianzong, but after each trajectory is stabbed, a sword qi can be clearly cracked.

The sound of "Boom" was imperceptible, and Li Xuan's right hand had almost become a phantom.

Long Po's body almost rushed towards Li Xuan.

When Li Xuan pierced the last sword qi, Long Po had already deceived him and smashed it down with a punch.

The dark red flames streaked through the air in a clear trajectory, and a series of dull explosions sounded above Li Xuan's head.

Li Xuan's sword had already been slashed out casually.

It's completely an instinctive reaction, or it can be said that the perception of "Chaotianque" is more profound.

Long Po suddenly felt a chilling killing intent enveloping several of his important points, like cold needles.

At this time, the Heavenly Prison Sword was a few levels higher than it had previously been in Luan Le's hands.

Although Luan Le has a special matching vitality to keep this sword at its peak.

If it is said that in Luan Le's hands, the Prison Heaven Sword came to life, then under the influence of the sword style of "Chaotian Que", the spirit of the Prison Heaven Sword has been sublimated.

This is the stroke of genius, elusive, unpredictable.

Long Po turned his body sharply, and he was able to avoid the edge of the sword. The blow that had gathered momentum to the apex also passed by Li Xuan, bombarding the rock next to him.

Suddenly, sand and gravel flew and dust rose everywhere.

The long sword in Li Xuan's hand stabbed at Long Po again, completely ignoring Long Po's counterattack, like a violent wind, like a shower.

That kind of publicity, that kind of unruliness, that kind of unruliness, that kind of wantonness, is beyond the reach of Long Po.

Just like Li Xuan said, I started a fire to even fear myself.

People often describe fast as electric flint.

At this time, although Li Xuan's sword was not as fast as lightning, ordinary people's eyes could no longer keep up with his speed.

Every sword is unusually crisp, and every sword is unusually direct.

This is also the true meaning expressed by Zhao Bin when he taught him this style of swordsmanship.

Long Po's eyes shrank sharply, and a dangerous aura surged into his heart.

A style of "pushing the boat along the river" was used, and with his strong vitality, he could avoid the sword blade stabbed by Li Xuan.

Li Xuan stabbed the air with one sword, and the next sword had already stabbed again.

Dense as a drizzle, just like the light rain in April.

Synaesthesia is in the sky, down to the earth, this is holy.

Of course, Li Xuan didn't know that the style of swordsmanship he learned was the emperor's masterpiece left by the saint.

He just felt like he had found that sense of freedom again.

Do whatever you want, don't go beyond the rules.

That is, in the rules, and out of the rules.

At this time, I felt that the world seemed to have changed differently from before.

Whenever Li Xuan was led into this state of perception by such an unrestrained sword intent, he felt an extraordinary pleasure.

This is a kind of touching, for life, for the world, for everything has another deep understanding.

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