Lu Qikun in the light seemed to have a serious illness, his face was pale as snow, his expression was hideous due to pain, his whole body trembled, and the sweat dripping like pulp was not stopped, allowing the gentleman's sword to pierce the white clothes and skin, and the sweat rippled on the ground with the blood dripping on the ground. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is not physical pain, but mental pain. The thousand-year-old history and rituals carried by the glory make Lu Qikun's memory like a weed breaking through the ground in spring. And the Dao Sword's desire to slash is like a sickle harvesting weeds, constantly shattering the memories that are stimulated.

The mental impact of the two made Lu Qikun miserable.

Lu Qiqian slowly pulled out the gentleman's sword, letting the brilliance vent stimulate Lu Qiqian, the corners of his mouth curled imperceptibly, enjoying Lu Qikun's pain. The things carried in the brilliance may make the people feel awe-inspiring, but for the people of the Lu family, it is burdenbearing and painful.

A thousand-year-old history of the family, naturally full of blood and fire, witnessing the changes in the Central Plains. And the etiquette and law of thousands of years are even more fearful and timid, and people need to respect them from the heart.

This is not a sword move or a sword style, it is just the past carried by the gentleman's sword.

Lu Qikun endured the pain from the spiritual world, sweat condensed and dripped down his eyelashes, and slowly raised his head to look at Lu Qiqian with difficulty. Lu Qikun wanted to smash the brilliance, but although the wind sword was an intangible substance, it could blow out bright candles, set off monstrous waves, destroy the heavens and the earth and refine all things, but it could not make the light disappear.

The collision of the two spirits in his mind, as if two torrents were constantly colliding, there was a thunderous sound echoing in his mind, and there was a terrifying power spreading in his mind, not to mention that ordinary people even cultivators could not bear it.

Memories are like shadow puppets behind the light curtain, emerging one after another, and then disappearing one after another.

I remember a child looking up at the sky, longing for freedom.

In my memory, the old man was gentle and kind, telling stories for himself.

In my memory, the sound of reading aloud sounded, and a gentleman explained the knowledge.

In my memory, there was a willow tree scattered with green shade, and the wind stirred up endless willows.

In my memory, a green finch chirped and fluttered, and finally landed on the shoulder of a young girl.

The memory was so clear that Lu Qikun recalled the past, but under the slashing of the Dao Sword, it turned into dust again and was forgotten.

Yes~~~~~~~~

Lu Qikun screamed in pain, the breath of the Cave Xuan Realm came like a flood bursting the embankment, and the true yuan in his body boiled. The red hidden blade swept directly towards Lu Qiqian, and the wind came from all directions, this is a sword style and a sword move.

Lu Qiqian's pupils dilated, and he held the gentleman's sword in his hand to meet him, and the sword intent was vented.

The collision of swords with swords was like thunder. The two sword intents were sharply entangled, and the things in the room shattered in an instant.

The brilliance vanished the moment the two swords touched, and the heavy history and awe-inspiring rituals were gone.

Lu Qikun gasped violently, staring closely at the retreating Lu Qiqian, and after the brilliance disappeared and did not inspire Lu Qikun's memory, the Dao Sword cut all the budding things, allowing Lu Qikun to keep his senses. It's just that the mental exhaustion made Lu Qikun weak, his pale face did not improve, and even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but he looked calm and terrifying.

Lu Qiqian should have taken a few steps back in order to deal in a hurry, his eyes were deep, as if the Lu family's thousand-year-old history, and he was not surprised or surprised that Lu Qikun could break free.

"Cousin, I really underestimated you" Lu Qiqian smiled, his eyes were full of disdain, not praise but sarcasm.

As soon as the sword came out, the sword body erupted with a sun-like vitality, as if it was about to break through the darkness that had descended on the earth.

The Lu family's swordsmanship, the rising sun breaks.

Lu Qikun solemnly waited for the red Hidden Blade to catch up, the sword was raised from low to high, and a rainbow followed the sword trajectory faintly appeared.

Rainbow hanging. Ten thousand allusions record the swordsmanship of the Tianhong faction.

The sword moved, and the two stood together, the rising sun and the rainbow alternated with each other, and the true yuan in the body boiled like magma. A morning sun broke through the inn walls, and a rainbow rose from the ground. The two leaped from the room to the street, and the gentleman's sword and the red Hidden Blade collided to produce sparks, and the sound of grinding iron sounded.

The people on the street did not appear, and when they saw the morning sun and the rainbow, they retreated, making way for a huge area. There were cultivators and civilians among them, but they didn't want to get involved, they just wanted to pay attention to this fight.

The three swords of the Lu family

The morning sun breaks

Noon heat

The sun sets

appeared in Lu Qiqian's hands, like flowing clouds and flowing water without the slightest stop, which made Lu Qiqian very beautiful, as if he was not fighting anyone, but practicing swords by himself.

"The three swords of the Lu family" Some onlookers sighed, and the son in the inn also paid attention.

The core of the Lu family is these three swords, which seem to be just simple three moves, but they contain the wisdom of the Lu family for thousands of years. Each move is not fixed, but has a thousand variations, which makes it difficult to resist.

On the contrary, Lu Qikun was very embarrassed, and the three swords of the Lu family that changed in a thousand ways made Lu Qikun tired to deal with. After all, Lu Qikun had not formally learned sword moves, even if there was no peerless learning in the Moon God Temple's guarding room, he could only imitate the peerless learning in the three thousand collections and thousands of allusions.

But it's all in vain.

Of course, it is still possible to deal with the current situation, but Lu Qikun will still lose if it takes too long.

Lu Qikun naturally didn't want to be defeated in the hands of Lu Qiqian, and after dodging a sword and taking a few steps back, the red hidden blade lay horizontally on his chest, and in the calm night and on the street, suddenly the wind came from all directions.

"Sword style" someone was surprised,

The sword intent is incomparable, like the wind, coming from all directions, silent, and unstoppable.

Lu Qiqian sneered and let Lu Qikun perform the sword style, allowing the wind to come from all directions, like thousands of sharp swords and thousands of sharp knives coming to his body, shattering the plaques on both sides of the street, causing cracks in the clothes of the people around him, and even making the bluestone streets full of cracks.

Gongzi was frightened of Lu Qikun's sword style without expression, and hurriedly ran his own cultivation exercises, holding the sword until he was in front to resist Lu Qikun's sword intent.

"It's all perverts," Childe thought in unintentional horror.

It was really Lu Qikun who showed his strength, and he was not weaker than himself at all.