Lu Jing wants to kill people happily today.

The three stars in the sky were shining, even if there were too many divine powers shrouded in this eastern city, and too many martial arts qi and martial arts spirits were like wolf smoke rolling up, the sword in Lu Jing's hand was still sharp.

He originally had some illusions about this prosperous Taixuanjing, and he always felt that there was a prosperous Ming Yujing in the sky, and there should be an equally prosperous Dafuxuandu in the world.

It's just that today, Mr. Guanqi, who has taught him for more than two years, entered the Taixuan Palace and never came back.

Lu Jing also went back to Yanglu Street after pondering, the small courtyard in the empty mountain lane of Yanglu Street was still there, but Xu Wugui, Hao Yaoluo and even Qingyue had already gone away.

Qingyue was not in Taixuanjing, and Lu Jing looked at it again, but suddenly felt that Taixuanjing was also barren.

Why stay in a barren land for long?

Wouldn't it be better to get used to seeing a barren place, and then go to a barren mountain, to see the barren mountains and green pines, to see the clouds and rain in the distant mountains, and by the way, to take a look at the chess game that Emperor Chongtian is proud of?

The Emperor Star was fluttering in the air.

Ji Du Luo's throat looked a little dim in front of this Luminous Emperor Star.

But the dim starlight shone on the sword in Lu Jing's hand, but it made the sword in Lu Jing's hand flicker with a faint blood color.

In that blood, there was a big killing.

"The Glowing Emperor Star has not made Mr. Lu Jing lose his mind......"

There are many literati among the ministers of the DPRK and China, and they have always revered Mr. Lu Jing, who is excellent in poetry and painting, especially this Mr. Shulou who is dedicated to his heart is also a cultivator.

One day shines on the three stars and the Star Casting Palace, turning into a sword mountain.

On the Sword Mountain of the Star Palace, heavy snow falls, and the snow is three feet.

Just like the ice peak where Mr. Fourth Ji Shen'an once practiced swords.

Here, the eastern city becomes more and more mysterious, as if it is integrated with this sword mountain.

Lu Jing stood on the top of the mountain, holding his sword and looking down, and the strong man here was completely in his eyes.

Dajiangdong goes to Lang Qiandie!

Suddenly, there was a surging qi and blood lapping on the shore, and a shadow suddenly emerged from the void, like a thousand waves.

From that wave, a young Xuanyi suddenly stepped out of the misty sky.

He holds a large flag in his hand.

There was nothing on the banner, just a golden patch.

"Under the imperial power, everything is like dust!"

"Under the imperial banner, all the damned will die!"

The martial arts qi came in an instant, the figure of the Xuanyi guest was fluttering, the big banner was torn apart, and the surrounding qi waves were rolling for a while, and the power was almost unmatched.

Always hidden in the void, the human immortal who wanted to take Lu Jing's life finally made a move.

Lu Jingjian slashed the dragon, his courage was already strong, if he regretted the life of the strong man here, maybe he would really let Lu Jing escape!

This young man's sword armor sword light is like the sky, and if it drags on for a long time, the courage of these strong men who came to besiege and kill Lu Jing will inevitably be crushed by Lu Jing's sword mountain.

Because of this, the Xuanyi Grand Lieutenant, who had always commanded 5,400 Xuanyi guards in Taixuanjing, finally made a move.

He was the Grand Captain of Emperor Chongtian's guard, and he had been hidden in the palace for even longer than Emperor Chongtian's age.

This person made a move, and the sky seemed to be torn apart.

An indescribable spirit, along with a martial arts spirit, wrapped the Xuanyi Captain and climbed the mountain.

On the Sword Mountain, Lu Jing lowered his head with his sword, and looked at another void.

In that void, Shen Budo, who was wearing talisman armor, had long since disappeared.

There was a whistling sound from Zhijian Mountain, and a huge and suppressed vitality was like a landslide from the bottom up, and there was a huge majesty.

Until this moment!

The powerhouses who came to besiege Lu Jing finally found out......

"There is a human immortal hidden in the East City!"

"Human immortals, heavenly people, two Eight Realms, plus the strong people here, Lu Jing'an can not ......"

Some people's thoughts are flying, but his thoughts have not fallen.

Lu Jing's Heavenly King Luo Yu Dharma Body suddenly stood in the clouds, bowed his head and said, "Whoever stops me, come and climb the mountain!" ”

"This mountain contains my sword energy, hangs my sword light, spreads my sword intent, and there are nine stars illuminating this mountain.

Lu Jing is in the mountains, but he also walks with the mountains.

Come into my mountain, there is no way out! ”

Lu Jing stood on the Star Palace of Zhijian Mountain.

In an instant, the sword mountain was covered with wind and rain, and the wind and clouds surged, and the sword mountain suddenly became mysterious.

Lu Jing's figure was also dim.

Until a sword light shines!

A sword light was like a great avalanche!

Snowflakes fly and dust turns into a whirlpool of chaos.

Snowflakes, dust, mountain rocks, and forests have all become sword light, sword qi, and sword intent.

This power changes the color of the heavens and the earth.

In the hands of the mysterious Immortal Xuanyi Duwei, the golden banner suddenly raised, and he was also swallowed into the mist.

And in the wind and rain realm, Shen Budo's figure appeared, and when he stepped into the wind and rain, he saw that in the wind and rain, there were thunderbolts falling down, and Taibai sword light flying wantonly.

Countless sword qi were fearless, and they were filled with cold killing intent, as if they wanted to cut everything.

"Lu Jing is very different from what it used to be."

"He is no longer a gentleman who lives in a corner and only cares about teaching, but a scholar who travels thousands of miles with a sword.

Hold the sword, you must kill! ”

Shen Budo thought about this, but turned to look back.

But I saw that under the sword mountain behind me, there were already hundreds of ministers and generals who were about to climb the mountain!

Outside the East City, the Shaozhu Kingdom was in strict formation, waiting for Lu Jing to be unable to withstand the conquest of more than 100 people and escape from the East City.

"Enough!"

Shen did not doubt and said: "These more than 100 people are the price, enough for me and Captain Xuanyi to kill him!" ”

"Besides, after those more than 100 people, there are still many climbers around Taixuanjing."

"Mountaineering and killing Lu Jing is a great achievement, enough for me to enter the Dafu court."

Around Shen Budo's body, circles of runes mixed with vitality burst out, and the bursting firelight also condensed into a rune bow.

The Legalist held the talisman bow and pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow.

The arrow was mixed with runes, mixed with divine thoughts, and mixed with pure yang thunder, like thunder in the sky, heading straight to the top of the mountain.

And the golden banner shrouded in the wind and rain.

"Everyone, climb the mountain!"

The voice of the commander of Xuanyi came.

In the eyes of Nan Heyu, Luo Mingyue, and Liu in the east city, they saw all kinds of mysterious supernatural powers, strong qi and blood Xuangong, and strong martial arts spirits rushing to the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain.

"100 people ascend to the peak!" Nan Heyu's body was slightly stunned.

Everyone Liu hugged the Liuquan Guqin tightly and said, "Among them, there are two Eight Realms!" ”

"Eight Realms ......" Even Nan Heyu is the pride of the world, and his cultivation is a thousand miles a day.

But when she heard the word "Eight Realms", her body still shook slightly.

Luo Mingyue was still in a trance holding the famous sword of Toad.

Nan Heyu didn't want to look at it anymore.

In the East Palace, a trace of unbearability flashed on the crown princess's face.

The crown prince, who was carrying his hands behind his back, suddenly shot a golden light in his eyes.

He seemed to see something.

……

Twenty miles beyond the eastern city.

Jiang Xian, who was extraordinary, squatted down.

"Jingguo Gongqiang is strong, but the boyishness is inevitably too impulsive.

If he leaves Dongcheng as soon as possible, and does not kill Gu Chenhuan, the prince of Qi State, and Yu Xuanlou, the seventh prince, this matter will be simpler, at least there is no need to draw out the pulse of Taihua. ”

"But now...... The vein of Taihua had to leave the Taihua Heavenly Pillar. ”

Jiang Xianshi sighed at the strength of Lu Jing's Star Palace's sword mountain, and also sighed at Lu Jing's youthful vigor, and his hand finally fell to the ground.

All of a sudden, the earth shook!

Suddenly, Jiang Xian's face changed drastically.

He looked at Lu Jing in the distance, and his heart trembled slightly: "Jing Guogong has already sensed the vein of Taihua?" That's why you dare to ignore the 160,000 Great Fu Dragon Dance Army? ”

"His catalogue of the Emperor of Taihua Mountains and Rivers has such an understanding?"

Jiang Xianshi thought about this, and felt the throbbing of the veins of Taihua in the big underground more and more.

"So Jing Guogong can get out of trouble now, but he still stands up the Sword Mountain, what is he going to do?"

Jiang Xianshi suddenly shuddered.

Just as he thought, a blood mist bloomed between the whiskers in the sword mountain shrouded in wind and rain.

Mountaineer, someone died!

Jiang Xian's pupils shrank.

"Jing Guogong wants to kill people, he wants to feed Yingchao, and he wants to feed the sword in his hand!"

Thinking of this, his brow couldn't help but furrow slightly, and then stretched out again.

"Knowing that Jing Guogong has meritorious service to the world, knowing that the drought in Hezhong Road ended because of Jing Guogong, and knowing that the people of the world all revere Jing Guogong.

But these people still came to Dongcheng to besiege and kill Jing Guogong for the first time, hoping that Jing Guogong would die. ”

"I want to come to Jing Guogong, and I also want to use the heads of these people to pay tribute to Mr. Guanqi."

Jiang Xianshi thought so in his heart.

When he saw that the blood-colored mist on Zhijian Mountain was getting thicker and thicker, and even the heavy rain on the mountain had turned blood-colored, Jiang Xianshi finally noticed that his body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Straighten the Heavenly Pillar...... Could! ”

"Wei Xuanjun can support the Heavenly Pillar, and Jing Guogong can naturally do it too!"

Jiang Xianshi couldn't help laughing, as if he had never been a minister of Dafu, but just the city lord of Taihua City.

……

Lu Jing is killing.

The Brahma Dharma body is running, but it is no longer a bodhisattva statue, but an asura, a raja!

Na Luo's throat law body held the thunder and disappeared into the Southern Darkness, and there were still sword lights brewing in the center of his eyebrows.

And these sword lights are too sharp.

The powerhouses who besieged and killed Lu Jing here were all characters from the Seven Realms.

The martial artists of the Seven Realms are full of blood and blood, their physical bodies are harder than Baotie, and their souls are indestructible under the spiritual protection of the gods.

And the Seven Realms Yuan Shen Monk, the Yuan Shen resides in the True Palace, and the golden light is shining, that is, the body is dead, and the Yuan Shen is not dead.

It can be on the sword mountain, under the light of the stars of the Emperor of Confusion.

Often, an understated sword aura flew by, and the primordial god was crushed by the world's killing qi, and the indestructible body was also corroded by the Luminous Emperor Star, and the martial spirit was decayed, and the martial arts beacon fire was extinguished!

"Those who come to climb the mountain and those who come to block the way are all buried in the sword mountain!"

Everyone Liu saw it clearly: "How many people is Lu Jing going to kill?" ”

Nan Heyu was silent.

Luo Mingyue turned her head to look at the Taixuan Palace, the fog in the Taixuan Palace was so thick that she couldn't see it at all.

"The Holy Monarch has never ordered, slave ......" Luo Mingyue thought thoughtfully: "Taixuanjing has suffered heavy losses this time. ”

……

"This is chopping melons and vegetables?"

On Zhenwu Mountain, the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain rubbed his snow-white long beard, and the dust was thrown aside by him at will.

At this moment, he was holding a gossip mirror in his hand, and in the mirror, the Sword Mountain stood high in Taixuanjing Jingcheng.

There are people who go to climb the mountain one after another.

They couldn't see through the wind and rain, and they couldn't see through the blood mist in those sword qi, and finally turned into dry bones, and they also became a part of that blood mist.

"Killing too many people will not do me any good in the world."

Next to the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, a man with a firewood knife shook his head.

He frowned and said, "The strong people in the world are already withering, and if they are killed by this Lu Jing like this, wait until the next spiritual tide comes......"

The True Martial Mountain Lord suddenly stretched out his hand and struck the man's forehead with the mirror.

The man with the firewood knife was in pain, covered his forehead, and looked at the Zhenwu Mountain Lord in confusion.

"Ruyang, you are my eldest disciple, but you are the most stupid.

Compared with the big Mr. of the study building and the scriptures reading monks of the Great Leiyin Temple, it is much worse. ”

"Even Guanyang and Xuanyang are much smarter than you, not to mention that little Yunlong."

The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain hated that iron could not become steel, and said: "If you were born in Taixuanjing, I am afraid that your bones will be eaten." ”

Ruyangzi was not annoyed when he heard the rebuke of the True Martial Mountain Lord, but just lowered his head.

These two masters on the True Martial Mountain were talking, their five senses were so sensitive, and suddenly they heard someone whispering again.

"The Lord of Zhenwu Mountain will really put gold on his face, the master is not as good as Mr. Big, can he be compared to the master?"

…… The True Martial Mountain Lord took a deep breath, picked up the dust on the ground and waved it gently.

The vitality was condensed, and the master and apprentice who were hiding not far away were suddenly taken in front of them.

"Yunlong, don't talk nonsense."

Ruyang, who had just been taught a lesson by the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain, scolded.

The young Yunlong Daoist, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, shrank his head and nodded lightly.

"Mountain Lord, Momoyama Mountain Keeper is visiting."

Xuanyangzi, the master of Yunlong Daoist, lowered his eyebrows and respectfully reported.

The True Martial Mountain Lord stood up and walked out of the mountain gate.

I saw a Taoist man wearing a wide monk's robe waiting in front of the door.

The lord of Zhenwu Mountain saluted the monk, looked left and right, and said: "This is Zhenwu Mountain, the devil is buried here, even if the Great Fu Holy Monarch and the Great Candle King of Northern Qin come here, they must not fight." ”

His voice had just fallen.

From the country road, Mr. Nine carried the wide chopping green mountain on his back and stepped out.

In another forest, two mysterious people wearing black robes and black cloaks, their faces hidden deep under the cloaks, slowly walked out.

The two mysterious people glanced at Mr. Nine, and there seemed to be a woman among them, and said in a soft voice: "The study building is more and more arrogant, knowing that we are from the Taixuan Palace, and still dares to show murderous thoughts to us. ”

Mr. Nine bowed his head and said, "There is always a person who reckons, and Mr. Guanqi will not die in vain."

I am different from other gentlemen, even if there is trouble in the world, I will take revenge first. ”

The mysterious woman said, "The great enmity doesn't stop at Mr. Guanqi.

That Lu Jing is to kill some characters, and after all, he can't get out of the big dragon dance array, and he will inevitably die.

Mr. Nine, you also have to remember that his great enmity is. ”

Mr. Nine seemed to be poked in the sore spot, and there were waves in his eyes.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest Yun Longzi suddenly said: "The fog on the Sword Mountain has dispersed, and the ground is full of dry bones, this Lu Jing shouldn't be the reincarnation of a big devil, right?" ”

When Yun Longzi said this, his eyes rolled and he said to Xuanyangzi on the side: "Master, I bet with you that this Lu Jing can't die." ”

Xuanyangzi quickly glanced at the True Martial Mountain Lord with a black line on his face, and said angrily: "You little animal...... Little cub, how dare you be presumptuous with your teacher...... What to bet on? ”

The anger of the Lord of Zhenwu Mountain came from it, and he was just about to teach the two of them a lesson.

But I saw that in the gossip mirror, there was a bloody rain.

Lu Jing is still standing on the mountain, the Xuanyi Lieutenant has never climbed to the top of the mountain, and the same is true of the famous Legalist Shen Budo.

The mountain keeper of Momoyama nodded.

"After Zhongshan Hou Jing Wushuang became a big dragon elephant...... In this world, Lu Jing should be invincible in Pure Yang and Yuque! ”

"It is the two Eight Realms Pure Yang and the Jade Que Peak, there is the Wind and Rain Realm to rely on, and the Sword Mountain is the killing technique, if there are no more than 100 strong people, I am afraid that they will die under Lu Jing's hands."

The Yunlong Daoist's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Xuanyangzi.

Xuanyangzi's head shook like a rattle: "Don't bet." ”

Daoist Yunlong sighed, as if he had missed the opportunity to knock his master hard.

At this moment, the True Martial Mountain Lord suddenly looked at Yunlong and asked, "What did you see?" ”

Yunlong said casually: "I saw a broken pillar of heaven. ”

(End of chapter)