The dark clouds slowly obscured the stars, and the first drop of rain fell from the dark clouds and was cut and shattered in the wind, and then the majestic rain descended on the world, allowing the incomparable wind to cut, but it could not stop the majestic rain from wetting everything. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people on the streets took refuge from the sudden rain, and they hid in fear and anxiety in the shops on the side of the street, as if it were not pure rain, but a sharp weapon that fell. In particular, the cold that comes with the heavy rain makes the body cold invade the bone marrow, making everyone suppress and fear, and tightly wrap the clothes on the body to prevent the cold from invading the body.

It's just that this is not the coldness of the temperature, but a frightening breath, this breath is very light but affects the heavens and the earth, as if the flood from the beginning of the primordial wilderness, with the meaning of ancient times.

Lu Qikun's face in the rain was even paler, whiter than the snow in the distant North and South Poles. The sword-wielding arm trembled slightly, and then the whole body trembled with it. His eyes were firmly fixed on Lu Qiqian, who was not far away, and his eyes revealed puzzlement, but it was more of fear, the fear of the slave to the master.

The incomparable wind vanished in the rain, and the sword intent dissolved into crumbs in the cold.

"Why" Lu Qikun said with difficulty.

A simple why, after using all the strength of Lu Qikun, he could no longer maintain the action of swinging the sword, and his right arm fell weakly in an instant, and even the red hidden blade could not be held tightly. That breath was not strong but so frightening and frightening, so that Lu Qikun could only stand in place and could not move, and even made Lu Qikun feel ashamed and lowly in his heart.

Childe sat in the inn for no reason, his right hand clutched the unsheathed sword at his waist, his arm trembled slightly, but his expression remained calm, and the pupils in his eyes continued to expand, making it difficult to detect the trembling of his chin, all of which showed Childe Wu's fear and fear.

The "True Dragon" Gongzi thought in horror unintentionally, and looked at Lu Qiqian in the rain in disbelief.

Everyone in the world knows that Lu Qiqian is the reincarnation of a real dragon, but they have never seen Lu Qiqian make a move, which has led to many rumors circulating in the world. But today's Gongzi didn't even watch this fight, and finally clearly felt Lu Qiqian's terrible.

Lu Qiqian stood quietly in the majestic rain, letting the rain fall on this world, but not half of it fell on him. The white Chu suit embroidered with impatiens was clean and free of any wetness and wrinkles, and the gentleman's sword in his hand was a little bright.

True Yuan quietly flowed in Lu Qiqian's body, and the true dragon essence blood was not hidden in the heart, but flowed through the blood vessels in the body, and the true dragon breath was accompanied. At this moment, everyone seemed to see a giant dragon wake up, open its huge dragon eyes and look down on the heavens and the earth, exuding the aura of a top-notch creature to announce its appearance.

Even if Lu Qikun is just an awakening, he is not as powerful as the legend, and he has not really tapped his potential, but he is powerful and terrifying enough.

"Cousin, you make me very angry," Lu Qiqian said calmly.

His expression was indifferent and there was no change, his tone was calm and he didn't roar, and he didn't look like he was angry no matter how he looked at it. But only the people around Lu Qiqian know that Lu Qiqian is really angry and angry, like a volcano in the deep sea that is imperceptible but amazingly powerful.

The sound of the dragon burst out, like thunder, exploded in everyone's minds, deafening, making the powerful cultivators' faces pale and the weak cultivators and ordinary people unconscious.

The gentleman's sword swung out, and thousands of rains paused in mid-air for a short time and then fell suddenly, and a terrifying sword intent came with the rain.

The sword intent is not as heavy as the gentleman's sword, nor is it the incomparable contained in the wind sword, but the supreme majesty in the wilderness.

Lu Qikun's body staggered back, and the true yuan in his body suddenly became chaotic. The sword intent made the white clothes tear, and bright red overflowed from it. The sword intent made Lu Qikun's head split, and there was a dragon roar constantly ringing in his mind.

"Mole ants can be compared to real dragons," Lu Qiqian said sarcastically.

The gentleman's sword in his hand was swung again, and the sword intent was not close to the sky, and the wooden signs hanging outside the street shops turned into sawdust.

Lu Qikun was difficult to resist, and he didn't even know how to resist, that sword intent was supreme, as if it could destroy all things in heaven and earth. The whole person was crumbling and would fall down at any time, the chaotic consciousness in his mind was collapsing, and he looked at Lu Qiqian not far away with a wry smile.

If it weren't for the cultivation of the Dao Sword, Lu Qikun would not be able to support it at all, and he would have collapsed and passed out in a coma, and he might even become an idiot.

The people who hid in the shops and watched couldn't stop trembling all over, looking at Lu Qiqian who was like an emperor in the rain with fear and fear.

On the edge of the broken hole on the second floor of the inn, Mao Sheng held his hands tightly, wanting to help Lu Qikun in the rain. As the reincarnation of the White Tiger, Mao Sheng can naturally fight against that aura. But after all, it has just awakened for the first time, and it is very good that Mao Sheng can stand up.

"You're worried about him," a voice suddenly sounded.

A teenager dressed in a patched road uniform walked over to Mao Sheng's side and looked at the street in the heavy rain. The young Taoist priest had an obscene expression on his head, which made anyone who saw it disgusted or disliked. But in Mao Sheng's eyes, the young Taoist priest was very gentle and close, and of course there was a deep fear and vigilance.

The young Taoist priest is naturally Lin Shi.

Lin Shi ignored Mao Sheng, who was wary of him, and walked to the broken wall and looked at the street.

Lu Qiqian was very calm and waved the gentleman's sword in his hand, the sword was not close to him, dancing in the void like an acrobatic play, which made people feel funny but no one dared to laugh. Lu Qikun's body staggered and kept retreating, if it weren't for Dao Jian's coma, it would have been impossible to survive until now.

"It's really surprising to me, since you have been able to persist until now, presumably the family torture hall will let you tell your secret" Lu Qiqian said calmly, extremely surprised in his heart.

Just now, Lu Qiqian wielded at least dozens of swords, then there were dozens of true dragon breaths that turned into sword intent, if it was an ordinary person or even a cultivator in the same realm, he would pass out at the first sword, not to mention the sword intent that withstood dozens of swords and true dragon breath, then he would directly return to his divine consciousness and shatter into a living dead.

Now that Lu Qikun has supported dozens of swords, although he is embarrassed and miserable, he still persevered without falling into a coma, not even having a turbulent consciousness, and not having the slightest collapse. Then Lu Qiqian was naturally surprised and curious, what kind of exercises did his cousin practice, since he could resist the sword intent that the true dragon's breath turned into, of course, a trace of jealousy quietly appeared.

"You probably won't have a chance to know," Lin Shi's voice sounded.

Lu Qikun saw Lin Shi on the wall, still wearing the patched robe, and the handsome but obscene smile, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly and laughed, and then closed his eyes and fell on the street in the heavy rain.