Lu Qikun clenched the red Hidden Blade, slowly raised his right arm and stood on his chest, and the Red Hidden Blade tilted forward. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There was a wind quietly rising under the calm Xiangcheng, pouring into the room from all directions, making the candle flame flicker and extinguish, and making the yellowish and white veil on the bed swing.

The wind sword is invisible, as cool as the autumn wind, which makes people feel comfortable, but it has a hint of death. Several pots of green-clad vegetation in the room gradually withered and yellowed in the cool wind, ending their short life.

Lu Qikun's movements are very simple, they are the starting style of the wind sword, naturally there will be no sharp wind, and there will be no incomparable sword intent. Lu Qikun took the lead in order to take the lead and deal with the next opponent's moves, and at the same time, he was also hiding his inner tension.

That's right, nervousness, not fear and retreat.

Even if it was clear that the two people in front of him were the pinnacle of the real Cave Mystery Realm, and even half a foot into the Knowing Destiny Realm, Lu Qikun did not have a trace of fear and retreat. Although most of it was because of the Dao Sword, which killed Lu Qikun's negative emotions, it was more of Lu Qikun's most instinctive desire.

In the hundred miles from the Moon God Temple to Xiangcheng, Lu Qikun only made one move, that is, the one on the official road, but he didn't have any fun, and he didn't test how powerful he was.

Lu Qikun is not an old man who has become sophisticated, nor is he a person who has experienced vicissitudes, but a young and energetic young man. No matter how much Dao Jian tries to kill his desires, he can't kill Lu Qikun's primitive desires, nor can he kill people's most instinctive desires.

After reading the story of the young man who became famous all over the world in the Taoist allusions, and listening to the Central Plains Tianjiao in Mi Xing's mouth, Lu Qikun couldn't help but want to be like the people in the book, like Tianjiao in Mi Xing's mouth, to become a legend and an existence that needs to be looked up to.

So in the face of the two people in front of him, Lu Qikun was not afraid or retreating, but more full of fighting spirit. Moreover, the two of them are of the same age as themselves, and their cultivation has reached the Cave Xuan Realm, obviously the two of them are the Tianjiao in Mi Xing's mouth.

Lu Qikun recalled Mi Xing's words, stared at the two people in front of him tightly, and unintentionally looked at Mao Sheng behind him, seeing Mao Sheng's angry appearance, he suddenly thought clearly about the two people in front of him.

"Childe, Lu Qiqian," Lu Qikun said with an angry expression and a calm voice.

In Nuo Daxiang County, there are only two Tianjiao, that is, Gongzi Wu and Lu Qiqian

Zheng~~...

The response to Lu Qikun was not the words of the two, but the sound of Lu Qiqian drawing his sword. The sword slowly came out of the scabbard on his waist, and Lu Qiqian's movements were regular and elegant. There was also a light as the blade of the sword slowly came out, and in an instant the room turned into daylight. Even after the sword was all unsheathed, the light overflowed the room and scattered the streets.

The brilliance is accompanied by an unconcealable artistic conception, and everyone on the street gasps violently, as if they are carrying a boulder of 10,000 catties, which makes people frightened and afraid.

Lu Qiqian's sword is naturally not an ordinary sword, as the heir of the thousand-year-old Lu family, it is naturally a famous sword that is famous all over the world, and it is also a sword that only the head of the Lu family is qualified to wear.

Gentleman's Sword, ninth on the artifact list.

The brilliance is not as important as air, but has an unimaginable heaviness. That heaviness is the thousand-year-old history of the Lu family, and that heaviness is the thousand-year-old ritual of the Central Plains.

History makes people heavy, etiquette makes people awe-inspiring, so glorious and naturally heavy.

As the son of the king of Chu and the governor of a county, Gongzi has nothing to believe what happened. It's just the action of drawing the sword, it's just the gentleman's sword out of the sheath, and it has such a terrifying power. Holding monstrous power and the innate nobility of the Chu State Office, it has disappeared in the glory, in history, and in the rituals, and it cannot be compared with the bearing in the glory.

In the past, the son was not afraid of the Lu family, even if his father once looked at the south and told the horror of the Lu family with a solemn expression, he was also disdainful in his heart at that time, and felt that his father was too cautious and timid. After all, it is the princes who control the tens of millions of soldiers and monstrous power of a country, and they are actually afraid of a family with only history and money, which makes Gongzi not convinced at all.

As he grew up and became the governor of Xiangjun, Gongzi was in awe of the Lu family, not of course history but influence and money.

But now in the face of Lu Qiqian's drawing of the sword, this simple action is just a simple action, and the brilliance that emanates from the sword makes Gongzi really afraid and frightened.

The history and etiquette in the glory are so thick that Childe does not feel suffocated. It seems that countless people are telling the thousand-year-old rituals of the Central Plains. It seems that tens of millions of people are writing, and the history of the Lu family has lasted for thousands of years.

"Master Lu, the governor of the Lu family is inconvenient for outsiders to interfere in" Gongzi fled the room without respite, leaving the heavy light.

Lu Qiqian ignored Gongzi's departure, stared closely at Lu Qikun, who was pale, and walked away casually with the gentleman's sword in his hand, just like taking a walk after dinner, and slowly raised his hand holding the sword.

The Junzi Sword gradually approached Lu Qikun's body, easily piercing Lu Qikun's white clothes, embedded in Lu Qikun's shoulder, and the blood dripped down the blade of the sword in the light, as if throwing stones into the calm lake water, causing ripples to spread outward.

Lu Qiqian naturally would not kill Lu Qikun, even if the other party became a cultivator from a waste, he was still an ant in Lu Qiqian's eyes, and he was not worthy of Lu Qiqian's attention.

"Cousin, I really want to kill you, but you are lucky to be a member of the Lu family, protected by the ancestral training of the Lu family" Lu Qiqian said calmly, sighing and sighing.