Lu Qikun quietly stared at the black robe, clenching the red hidden blade in his hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking nervously at the situation on the official road, the blood stained the mud red, which was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight. Ordinary people who have lost their lives lie in various places, their faces full of fear and despair. The living trembled and fell to the ground, their faces like ashes to meet the coming of death.

Anger came like a mudslide, burying the tension in Lu Qikun's heart, this is the anger that Lu Qikun has never had, making the Dao heart like a sword shine, constantly slashing Lu Qikun's anger, so that he will not lose his mind in anger.

As a high-ranking cultivator, he made a move on ordinary people, which was something that Lu Qikun could not tolerate, and at the same time, he felt a deep sadness. This is the turbulent era of the Spring and Autumn Period of the Central Plains princes, not the prosperous era of the princes of the Xia Dynasty. A cultivator without restraint is like a beast without shackles, deliberately killing without any scruples.

Lu Qikun still remembers that in many ancient books, the cultivators used to be heroes who resisted the barbarians, but now they have become a nightmare that everyone fears.

Seeing Lu Qikun's anger, the black robe showed a cruel smile under the black cloth and said, "The second son is really compassionate."

In their eyes, ordinary people are just ants, objects they can slaughter at any time. They don't care about the lives of ordinary people at all, they care about the desires and killings in their hearts.

Lu Qikun's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "They are just ordinary people, you are too much"

"Second son, it's better to worry about them than to worry about yourself," the black robe said coldly

Dozens of black-robed men shot at the same time, like wolves in the wilderness, heading towards Lu Qikun. In the deserted wilderness, several iron arrows suddenly appeared, breaking through the sky and scattering brilliance.

Lu Qikun adjusted his emotions and then swung his sword, like an ordinary person splashing water, looking very casual and ordinary. It is like a child holding a wooden sword in his hand, wielding it chaotically in the air. But it was such a sword that made the pupils of the leader shrink sharply.

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

This is the sword style, the wind sword.

The sword style is different from the sword move, which is a tangible attack, while the sword style is an invisible attack.

The wind sword is recorded in the secret room of the Lu family's deep house, and on the day when he read all the allusions to the Taoist collection in the storage room of the Moon God Temple, Lu Qikun looked at another volume of books, which is different from the earth tomb is a cultivation scripture, and the other volume is a record of three sword styles.

In the dark night, Mi Xing secretly came to discuss the knowledge of cultivation with Lu Qikun, and during the day, Lu Qikun practiced the three sword styles by himself. It's just that the time is too hasty, the three sword styles are too profound, and in the end, only the wind sword is cultivated.

Even if it's the Wind Sword, it's just a glimpse of the doorway.

The sword intent is like the wind, pervasive and unstoppable. It can be like a spring breeze that warms people's hearts, can be like a summer breeze that is hot and unstoppable, can be like an autumn breeze that is slightly cool and invades the skin, and can be like a winter wind that freezes into the bone marrow.

When the wind is calm, caressing the earth makes people enjoy the beauty of life, and when the wind is angry, destroying the earth makes people fear the ruthlessness of heaven and earth.

Lu Qikun's wind sword is naturally not as strong as a storm, there is no such terrible scene, but it is also a strong wind that makes people afraid.

The wind descends from the sky and shatters the iron arrows that break through the sky, and harvests the withered and weak weeds of the wilderness, and the people who hide in the weeds snort.

The dozens of black-robed people who attacked flew out upside down, the sword intent tore through the black robe and cut the skin, and the blood overflowed and merged with the black robe on the body, making it difficult to tell whether it was blood or black paint.

The eyes of the leader were gloomy, and he looked around at his subordinates who had fallen to the ground, and his heart was shocked and puzzled. The sword was terrifying, making the black robe cowardly and wanting to leave here. Although he was a peak cultivator in the Cave Xuan Realm, he was in a hurry to resist the sword light just now, and his left hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was not at his peak at all.

Moreover, Lu Qikun has not exposed his cultivation until now, which makes the black robe feel uneasy in his heart, and secretly scolds the people of the Lu family for being perverted.

Lu Qikun didn't look at the black-robed man who fell to the ground, a style of wind sword made them powerless to fight again, and now there is only the person in front of him, so Lu Qikun must take it seriously.

The peak of the Cave Xuan Realm, even Lu Qikun is not sure, after all, the Cave Xuan Realm has not been cleansing for a long time, and it can be said that the realm and strength are seriously inconsistent. But when Lu Qikun saw the fear in the other party's eyes, he must have been frightened by his own wind sword, so that the leader did not dare to act rashly.

The red Hidden Blade lay horizontally on his chest, his breathing was steady and rhythmic, and his feet were shining and performing seven star steps.

In the black robe, it seemed that Lu Qikun was walking very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he had already reached the front of him, and the red Hidden Blade swung out a slow Dao pole.

The black robe was frightened and the true yuan in his body boiled, and his right hand grabbed towards the slow red hidden blade, but the grasp was only a wisp of phantom, and the blade of the sword had reached the throat. Before the pupils of the black robe could dilate, Lu Qikun walked past him and appeared behind him.

"Seven Star Steps" The black robe said with difficulty, and a red line appeared in his throat.

Lu Qikun's expression was calm, and he did not leave a shadow because of the killing, as if he was doing a trivial thing.

The black robe at the head fell to the ground and lost his life, which made Lu Qikun breathe a sigh of relief, after all, such a bold move made Lu Qikun inevitably afraid, and the result was good in the end. Injured and frightened in the left hand of the black robe, he took the seven-star step by surprise, and finally got the ending he wanted.

Sweat overflowed on his forehead, wetting Lu Qikun's sideburns, and the whole person was a lot weaker and paler. Although the Seven Star Steps will not make the true yuan in the body boil, the consumption is extremely terrifying and unimaginable, so that Lu Qikun will inevitably be unable to support it. Luckily, nothing serious, just a short rest.