While dodging, Jia Kang suddenly understood something, and said angrily to Lu Qingming: "I see, hide your strength, your scheming is quite heavy." ”

"Scheming?" Lu Qingming suddenly sneered, "It's not about scheming or not, it's about a principle, never put your true strength in front of the enemy, even if the enemy has reached the end of the road." ”

As he spoke, the aura on his body climbed again, and a sword slashed out. With this sword, Jia Kang no longer has the slightest possibility of resistance, and this move has gone beyond the scope of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

A haze flashed in Jia Kang's eyes, gritted his teeth fiercely, and threw a small ball out.

With a "boom" explosion, Lu Qingming's eyes became a fog, and he didn't know if the last sword move hit the other party, anyway, when the fog dissipated, Jia Kang was gone.

Lu Qingming carefully looked around again, and was relieved to make sure that the other party had left. As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt his body go soft and collapsed instantly.

This time against Jia Kang, he didn't use the Xuanfa too many times, not because he didn't use it, but his body couldn't bear it. In the face of a master like Jia Kang who has reached the true limit of the Qi Cultivation Realm, he must inject all his strength into one move, the previous two or three moves are already the limit, where can he use other moves?

"Huh, who is this master?Why do you know that I am carrying the ascension to heaven?" Lu Qingming repaired his body with a simple movement and immediately continued to rush towards the Burning City, but his heart was haunted by puzzlement.

"Who was that aunt back then?" This was what he was most puzzled about at this time, because Ascension ** was given to him by the woman back then.

Putting these questions aside for the time being, Lu Qingming looked at the love sword in his hand again, and frowned.

It may not be much in this Great Sun Seven Cities, but if you walk out of the Great Sun Seven Cities in the future, it will attract the disaster of killing, and then it will be at least the Ning Yuan Realm that will hunt down and kill you.

"Maybe Master has something to do, she might even know why this sword became a three-grade spirit sword. Lu Qingming thought. Thinking that Master had been telling him to go to the Mysterious Qi White Mist, he was even more sure in his heart that Master knew how to deal with this matter.

Lu Qingming's injury belonged to the overrun of the Qi Sea, and he had already recovered from seven percent after only half a moment of cultivation, and his speed at this moment was not affected in the slightest, and he soon rushed out of the grove and came to the Burning City.

Standing at the gate of the Burning City, Lu Qingming did not hide his identity at all, and appeared in front of people with a swagger.

As a result, the people at the gate of the Burning City immediately became birds and beasts, and they all stayed away from Lu Qingming. Lu Qingming's side suddenly became a vacuum belt.

The guards of each city belonged to those forces above the Ning Yuan Realm, so they were not afraid of Lu Qingming, and still stood at the door expressionlessly, like statues.

Lu Qingming looked up at the word "Liecheng" above, and stared at it for a while, before he took a light breath, his gaze condensed into substance, and the air instantly cooled.

It's not true that everyone in this world likes to kill, Lu Qingming killed for the first time at the age of ten, and now, there are no less than two thousand people who have died at his hands. However, when he harvested his life so ruthlessly, did he really feel good in his heart? This is impossible, no one knows, Lu Qingming longs for sentient beings, but his childhood injury makes it difficult for him to open his heart. Even if you care about someone, you don't want to get close to them.

The cold murderous aura was confused in the air, and the soldiers defending the city couldn't help but feel a chill, this murderous aura was too strong. Rao is they calm, and at this moment, they couldn't help but tremble, and looked at the young man in front of the door with a look of awe.

The cold sword slowly walked into the city.

The two guards looked at each other with apprehension and breathed a sigh of relief. One of them said, "This man is the devil swordsman, isn't it? ”

"Well, that's him. The other person replied, "But at this moment, he came to the city with a murderous aura, I am afraid that he was going to save that little girl." This time the battle must have been much more tragic than that year. ”

The companion frowned, and said worriedly: "It seems that it is going to be reported to the above." ”

Another guard stopped him and said, "No, the general gave an order a few days ago, no one is allowed to participate in the battle between the devil swordsman and the major forces, just protect the ordinary people." ”

"Oh. Although the soldier was puzzled by the decision of his superiors, he still decided not to meddle in his own affairs, and he still cared about himself, and besides, this kind of battle really should not be taken care of by himself.

Lu Qingming walked slowly in the scorching city, and as soon as the people along the street saw him, they immediately felt like they had seen a plague god, and they were so frightened that they abandoned their stalls and fled for their lives.

Lu Qingming sighed slightly in his heart, but his face was still cold, and his attention was focused on the Qinglong Fort in the center of the Burning City, which was the base camp of the Qinglong Regiment.

"Big **, big iceberg, don't come. Twilight, a familiar voice came to my ears, it was Ling Meng'er's voice. She knew that this group of people arrested themselves just to lure Lu Qingming out, but how could this be?

As a result, there was a cry of the Burning City for the past few days. I have to say that Ling Meng'er's voice is really good, and her voice is still so loud after a few days of screaming.

I don't know how far away, several old men were looking for something, but suddenly they all raised their heads and looked east, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

"Over there, over there, probably in the Far East. ”

Lu Qingming also suddenly looked in the direction of Qinglong Fort at the same time, his eyes suddenly narrowed, with a murderous aura.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped walking slowly, jumped up, and moved quickly with the starting method.

This is the spiritual method - the day is bright and dark. This is the spirit method, the footwork that has been used in the face of Shang Ze's first-line life. This move Lu Qingming didn't even reach a single fire, but its speed was already very fast, but it was a pity that it consumed too much true qi, and ten breaths were enough to consume all of Lu Qingming's current true qi. It can be seen from this that the spiritual method is many times stronger than the occult method.

It's ridiculous that the people before were still delusional about Lu Qingming's spiritual method, not to mention whether he had the ability to learn it, but how much true qi he could use to exert it if he learned it.

A sword qi flashed from Lu Qingming's body at the same time as Lu Qingming's movement, and it went straight to the sky, revealing its edge. At this moment, the swords trembled, because there was a trace of sword intent in this sword qi that had not yet become a climate.

"Is it finally here?" Liu Hui sat in front of the door of Qinglong Castle, showing an expression that was not what I expected.

On the contrary, the leaders of the major forces all looked at the sword qi in the sky in amazement, and they had to suppress the sword in their hands while using their swords.

"Isn't he a ruthless Dao martial artist? How is it possible?" Everyone had this question in their hearts, but they didn't say it, they all felt as if they were caught in a trap, but they couldn't escape at the moment.

Why can't they escape, because they all participated in the pursuit of Lu Qingming back then, and they have already made a feud with Lu Qingming, and it is impossible to unravel the feud easily.

Let's ask, a proud swordsman, slandered by others, and chased by others to the point of losing the swordsman's capital, is he making a comeback, is he likely to let go of these enemies?

Swordsmen have terrifying self-esteem, and they would rather die than have everything related to the sword harmed.