There is a world of difference in strength between the earth-level and the heaven-level, and in the eyes of the angels above the clouds, it is really not worth mentioning, and it is just a shining fire to support death.

Before Yaojing came down, he also learned from the Lord of the Earth Demon that the two Buddhist Dao disciples who were the most threatening to him had closed the dead, as if he was calculating something.

As for the so-called two tower masters on Luoshen Peak, no, now there is only one mud bodhisattva who crossed the river.

Therefore, even if he cultivated himself to seal at the half-step heaven-level stage, he definitely didn't believe that he was a middle-aged man who looked ordinary and could match him, after all, that man was unarmed, what could he do with a pair of meat fists?

But he still forgot that this was the human world, and that the Terrans were the best at surprises.

So he didn't dodge or dodge, and watched the man's fist smash into his face, as if even the mana in his body was scattered at this moment, and the huge force smashed through the stone of the berm on the shore, splashed, and flew down.

He couldn't believe it.

The crowd on the shore scattered and fled, screaming loudly.

Yaojing waved the dust in front of him, patted off the stone chips on his body, walked out of the pile of rubble, disdainful of the ants behind him, and spoke out to the bright and dazzling firefly that landed on the broken wooden board again, and asked: "You are not Huairen, Taixuan, dare to stop the angels from acting?"

The sound was not loud, but it condensed into a line, and it went far through the vast water.

Lu Wuving picked up the long bamboo pole that had fallen with both hands, glanced at the bottom puddle that was gradually flowing back, pulled a smile on his face, and paddled the water surface with the bamboo pole to the shore, but he replied to Yaojing with a joke: "You Lao Tzu and I, Lu Wushu!"

However, the three-foot-long and broken wooden plank broke through the waves, and within a few moments it arrived in front of Yaojing, and the two sides were opposed.

"Why don't you take Lao Tzu ashore quickly, you are a bad boy!"

Yaojing's forehead was bruised, and he took a deep breath after a long absence, and said: "I have protected the Dharma and subdued demons for countless years, and I don't know how many evil demons like you have been exterminated in the outer way, but those who dare to be invincible are all giants of the world, and the invincible sword eight hundred years ago has not been broken by us, and now which round will you be able to do it?"

Eight hundred years ago, there was a predecessor of the Sword Gate who almost broke through to the ground level and re-established the way of the sword, but was killed by the thunder that fell from the sky, which caused people to lament.

This statement made Lu Wushu laugh angrily, and only listened to him: "It turns out that your angels' so-called demon subjugation refers to this? No wonder some Taoist friends mentioned you with contempt on their faces, which is despicable. In this way, the illusion of angels must be broken and the world will be given a clear understanding!"

His legs stepped heavily on the broken wooden plank, but the whole person had already used his strength to step on the muddy water and rush towards Yaojing.

Birds of prey skim the water, passing by in an instant.

Yaojing didn't dare to take it lightly when he looked at Lu Wudi, who was hit by the punch before, and it was a little inexplicable.

Why couldn't the trace of heaven and earth rules he invoked when he cast his moves protect himself and block Lu Invincible's fist?

The hands are rolled out round, like mountains toppling, and the majestic power surges.

However, in the first hand, he suddenly felt that Lu Wu's fists didn't seem to care about his palm posture at all, and he took his palms without saying anything, and smashed him back dozens of steps.

He had only felt this feeling in the two team leaders, Tiangang and Disha.

How is this possible?

Yaojing stood still, shocked.

Lu Wushu shook his hand, surprised by the tenacity of the earth's demon angel's tendons, and even more surprised by what he said.

"I don't understand what you're talking about, let's fight first and then talk about the rest!" Lu Wushu was unforgiving, bullying and approaching, and his fists were pulled out like pounding garlic.

Seeing that Lu Wushu started fighting again without saying a word, Yaojing had to stop his attacks one by one, fortunately, his friend Yaoquan was the best at boxing before he was killed by mistake, and he was almost inseparable from his palm skills that he had refined for countless years, so he was not caught off guard by Lu Wuving's stormy but undisciplined offensive.

Of course, if you want to say that the martial arts are exquisite, it seems that Lu Wushu is not as good as the countless years of cultivation of a full-time martial arts angel like Yaojing, but there are always exceptions to everything, this Lu Wuving's unreasonable boxing technique is too clumsy, back to the basics, the strength is not weaker than Yaojing, and the boxing technique always makes Yaojing's brows furrow.

It's as if some kind of rule has blessed the power and corrected the omission.

It's no wonder that Yaojing mistakenly thought that Lu Wushu would be the kind of powerhouse whose peak realm was like the Lord of Tiangang and the Lord of Earth.

But why did Lu Wushu give him such a strange feeling? It seemed that even in the face of a powerful opponent, he could settle it with just a pair of fists, you must know that Lu Wushu was just a mere prefecture level, not even a half-step heaven level.

The two of you are fists and palms, some advance and some retreat.

"Eat Lao Tzu!"

The fist was not enjoyable enough, and Lu Wushu kicked Yaojing on both arms, kicking him far away again, almost hitting the cargo ship on the shallow shore, and startled a few shouts.

Yaojing was naturally not injured, after all, the angel's physique was not just talking.

It's just that he couldn't hold his face, and when he looked at Lu Wudi, who was rubbing his hands and feet not far away, the thoughts in his heart gradually became clear.

"You have not been defeated since you became a force?" Although it was an inquiring tone, Yaojing was very determined.

Lu Wushu pursed his lips and said, "You angel is not happy, you will fight if you fight, how can you talk more than the little doll's feces and urine!"

But he muttered in his heart, this angel obviously didn't know him, how could he know that he hadn't lost a fight since he broke into the Xuan level? Back then, he was crumbling after winning more than 300 games in Duming City, but fortunately he was rescued by an old blind man, and told him that as long as he didn't lose a fight in the future, he would have the opportunity to win the throne of the leader of the rivers and lakes, and Luoshen Peak would let him stay at that time.

He was chaotic at the time, and he didn't understand much, but he thought that he really didn't want to lose again after losing for decades.

Then he experienced the big and small battles, no matter the priority, all of them were passed by him safely, and he survived in danger, and he was the best to defeat the strong with the weak, and he won naturally, if God helped.

Even if he fought with Taixuan, he still didn't lose the slightest advantage, although Taixuan didn't sacrifice the strongest killing move because he wanted to close the death pass, he didn't do his best, and finally narrowly won a move and a half.

In the end, the ranking of the masters of the five states is to study combat power, not to fight well, otherwise Lu Invincible can still climb up the ranking.

Yaojing was not annoyed when he heard Lu Wuving's words, knowing that what he had just said was true, so he confirmed a possibility in his heart, looked at Lu Wuving like a monster, and then said: "The human race really has infinite potential, and it is not easy to struggle like this when it encounters the scourge of demons!"

It is a rare amazement to speak out, coupled with such a little identification with the human race, which is undoubtedly extremely unusual for the angels who have always been high.

When he made a move on Luo Buyi before, he unlocked a trace of the seal, even if it was extremely small, the time left for him to seal after a while was not much, but Lu Wuyi's difficulty was beyond his expectations, and Na Luo Buyi didn't seem to move after receiving a blow from him, his task can be said to be half completed, and the rest is as long as he truthfully reports to the master, believing that the master has the opportunity to understand his situation.

Defeat Lu Invincible and return to the sky?

Let's not talk about whether there is enough time, it is one thing that he doesn't want to be rescued by his master again. He didn't really want to gamble.

I don't even want to bet, unless I have the opportunity to shoot it directly with the pinnacle of an angel, otherwise Yaojing will not give Lu Wushu even the slightest chance of winning.

This self-proclaimed invincible man is even more important in Yaojing's eyes at this time than Luo Buyi, greater than the Buddha, and the two descendants of the Tao, he wants to report to the master to know about the matter, to see what went wrong, whether the decaying world is not exhausted or the light is back.

The most important thing at the moment is that we must not let this invincible land win like this again!

Thinking of this, Yaojing snorted coldly, pulled out and flew into the sky, and threw down a sentence: "You and I have no score, next time we will fight, remember, remember!"

Originally, Lu Wushu was ready for Yaojing to fight back, and he was ready to fight back at any time, but he didn't want this earth-shattering angel to act so unexpectedly, so he ran back to the sky directly, which was really disappointing. Next time?

The thunder is loud, the rain is small!

"Next time, I'll beat you up!"

Lu Wushu crossed his hands on his hips and scolded at the sky, quite like a rogue child who made an appointment in the market but was told not to fight this time, and will continue next time, I don't know if the angel can hear it.

At this point, he didn't know that he had been put on a swing by Na Yaojing in the dark, and what he had lost, and he would not be able to fight for his life until a long, long time later.

The waves on the Qi water finally calmed, the hookah rose again, and the bored Lu Wushu had to find himself a little fun.

"Hey, that kid doesn't come out, come, come, come, see who can survive whom!"

Lu Wushu was stupid, and the corners of his mouth smirked at the water surface that had been smashed through the water before, and finally calmed down at this time, and he didn't move and took a horse step.

The so-called horse step came from the army in ancient times, and as the name suggests, it practiced the footwork of horse combat skills. But I don't know when it has been "carried forward" by people in the rivers and lakes, as the best choice for exercising patience and laying a foundation for muscles and bones.

Therefore, not to mention those martial artists with a background in the sect are familiar with this posture, even Lu Wudi, who was born in Yeluzi, is also familiar with it, and it is no problem to casually take a horse step for a few hours without moving, as long as he is willing, even for three days and three nights.

It's just that only half a quarter of an hour later, Lu Wushu finally put away his movements, left a sentence, and then paced and left the bank of the Qishui River.

He was afraid that if he continued to stay, the shy boy under the water would be suffocated by his own internal breath.

As Lu Wushu expected, Luo Buyi poked his head out of the water as soon as he left, changed his breath, was dying, his lips moved, he didn't know what to say, but his eyes rolled and sank into the water again, completely gone.

Autumn days get dark very quickly.

At night, since Lu Wu's invincible figure disappeared on the shore for about a cup of tea, someone finally came to the shore to inquire about the situation, and at the same time, the garrison troops of Qi City finally gathered and rushed to look for traces of the fight under the leadership of the commander of this place, and at the same time to find the young man who was rumored to be the master of their palace, but it was just a scene.

Qi Shui Huahua, the drunken fairy boat sang and danced again, the warbler Yanyan, the lights and candles swayed.

Outside the hull of the Drunken Immortal Boat, the dirty girl Shu Yun grabbed the anchor rope and floated on the water, at this time, the cold Qi Shui soaked her in a drowsy consciousness, dying, but her hands did not dare to relax the slightest.

The Drunken Immortal Boat was a little far from the shore, and although she was good in the water, her strength was not enough to support her to swim to the shore. As for the cry for help, no one would pay attention to her shouting, and it was not the first time she had fallen into the water, even if it was an accident, not for the sake of it.

She can only be truly saved when the boat docks late at night, and before that, she can only rely on herself.

She didn't notice the ripples in the distance, stirring up the scales of the moon, as if something was lurking underwater, waiting for an opportunity to move. When she suddenly realized that it was too late, a huge mouth silently grabbed her shirt and pulled it gently, her head was flicked and hit the hull of the boat, and she fainted.

Qi Shui reflects the moon, the light gauze blows in the mirror, and the drunken fairy boat is still lively, no one cares that a dirty girl is missing.