Chapter 167: Lu Changqing's Sword Slashes the Two Saints, and the Huangfu Family Mansion Falls (2)

It's fear.

He has been famous for thirty years, and he is invincible in the Western Regions, but now he is afraid of a young man who is only less than twenty-five years old.

It's ridiculous.

He Zudao thought to himself.

It made him feel ashamed.

More often than not, anger.

Because this ridiculous emotion is actually real.

Naked truth.

"What the do you mean, boy?"

He scolded.

Angry.

"I just think ......"

Lu Yu smiled.

The clouds are light and the wind is light.

He looked at He Zudao, his eyes were very gentle, as if he was talking to an old friend he hadn't seen for many years:

"I just think...... Some are not enough to fight. ”

He added.

"So...... Would it be good to show your housekeeping skills? Don't let me down too much. And then—"

"Let me beat you in what you do best. This play is called a day. After all—"

Lu Yu paused and said very seriously:

"Master, I'm hungry."

Provocation.

Even the deaf can hear it, and this is a complete provocation.

But we have to admit that this provocation has had a full effect.

"Dare to insult me!"

He Zudao shouted.

The true qi in the body is boiling.

The robe bulged.

He soared into the sky, the huge brush in his hand dancing, and a few lines of handwriting appeared out of thin air.

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. After the incident, the clothes are gone, and the merit and fame are hidden. ”

These words were all a combination of the strong true qi in his body, and with a full ferocious aura, they rolled towards Lu Yu.

It's like a tornado.

And Lu Yu was under the tornado of raging waves, like a dead leaf and a small boat.

It will be destroyed and toppled at any time.

"To be honest, calligraphy is a thing, I can do it when I'm six years old."

Lu Yu's expression was indifferent.

Finger volleys are drawn in the void.

There are also several rows of handwriting that are revealed.

"The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea. The water is surging, and the mountains and islands are sturging.

The trees are overgrown and the grass is abundant. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are surging.

The journey of the sun and the moon, if out of it; The stars are splendid, if out of it. ”

Which of the poems of Wei Wu and Cao Cao views the sea.

It is also composed of true qi, between the lines, like the dragon god dancing, during which it is unbridled and chic, and it is even more on the foot road.

Boom –

Violent True Qi collided and shook and seemed.

The water column in the sky rises to the sky.

He Zudao's face turned slightly pale.

"This ......"

He couldn't believe that Lu Yu's calligraphy attainments were actually above him.

"I said, calligraphy is something I can do when I'm six years old."

Lu Yu repeated.

"So what, Lao Tzu is a martial arts saint, and you are just a quasi-saint! My realm is above you, and I can crush you! ”

He Zudao roared.

It's a brush brush brush and a huge pen in his hand.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Show you today, who has injustice! ”

The Swordsman by Jia Island.

Between the lines, Ling Yan's sword intent boiled and surging and rolled towards Lu Yu.

"Compared to calligraphy, you are not as good as me, compared to the understanding of kendo, how can you be above me?"

Lu Yu smiled coldly.

"He Zudao, you really disappointed me, among the three saints of Kunlun, you are the oldest, but you are the weakest, and at your age, you really live to the body of a dog."

"Your realm is above me, but so what? The enemies that Lao Tzu has killed over the years, which realm is not above me? You're not even the strongest one. ”

"Come on, you damned ants, old immortal moths. This river and lake has been controlled by you for too long before it has become so lifeless. Lao Tzu will kill him today Yunkai Yuji, Unai Qingping. ”

Lu Yu looked up to the sky and roared.

His demeanor, his movements, and his temperament are completely integrated with this side of heaven and earth.

In the sky, twenty-eight starlight rays entered the body again.

His body, surrounded by the starlight, became exquisitely clear, and it looked extraordinarily harmonious and natural.

These starlights gathered together and turned into a rich purple gas.

When the purple qi comes from the east, a saint is born.

What is the difference between this scene and the birth of a saint in the eyes of everyone?

He—

Like the wind,

Like rain,

Like goose yellow after snow.

Like the green of the first buds.

Like the peerless green lotus at the end of the years, born to die.

Everyone looked at him and felt a sense of intimacy.

Raise your hands and feet, and your supernatural powers are self-generated.

"Lu Changqing's strength...... It's actually a step further? ”

"Oh my God, what realm is he in now? Looking at this posture, I'm afraid it's the cultivation of the Martial Dao Yasheng! ”

"It's the cultivation of a martial arts saint, but it's only temporary. He relied on the secret method of the Son of Heaven's Qi Hope Technique to forcibly raise his cultivation to a higher level. Now the realm is already at the same level as He Zudao......"

"Lu Changqing's background is bottomless and immeasurable. He is completely invincible in the same realm, with his current state, where will other martial arts saints be his opponents? ”

"Yes, he won this battle. It's a win. He Zudao is dead, and Su Xinghe is also dead......"

"I just don't know how he's going to win? Can he really crush and win in what He Zudao is best at? ”

The crowd was amazed.

At the same time, I was extremely curious.

Lu Yu's calligraphy realm, strictly speaking, is better than He Zudao, but it is not much, and it is absolutely impossible to crush.

It's kind of a level.

What's more, He Zudao's blow also took advantage of the momentum of Jia Dao's "Swordsman".

Lu Yu smiled faintly, his eyes cold.

"You want me to kneel?"

"You want me to die?"

"Do you want me to never be reborn?"

"If I boast of the three major sub-holy wars, I can be crushed?"

"Come on!"

"I want to see who kneels and who dies, and who will never be able to live beyond life!"

Lu Yu looked up to the sky and roared.

The sword intent on his body boiled.

The purple qi on his body was dense, exuding a vast and rich aura of destruction.

Lu Yu painted in the void and began to write.

Not a poem, but a word.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless;

Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test.

It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

, leading countless heroes to bend their waists.

Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style;

Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish.

A generation of Tianjiao, Genghis Khan, only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

The past, the number of romantic figures, but also look at the present. ”

It's the song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan".

The Taizu of this dynasty set the world, swept the eight wildernesses and six combinations, and swallowed the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.

A single essay is a collection of elegance, this poem, in the vast history of literature, can only be regarded as a middle and upper work.

But the momentum contained in it is unparalleled through the ages, and Gai Mo can be right.

With the unparalleled domineering spirit of this poem, Lu Yu's whole person was sublimated and reached another realm.

The immersion of the ** method for a lifetime is a completely unimaginable realm.

And then, it's the end of it all—

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