With Situ Erlang's second change of face, Lu Li felt as if something heavier was hanging on his face.

You don't have to look at him to know that the black angry face and the white crying face are both hung on his body by the other party's spells.

At the same time, he felt an inexplicable emotion of incomparably sad surface, as if countless things were happening at the same time that made him sad.

His heart was pricked with a needle, and the pain was unbearable.

Obviously, this is another kind of mental attack, which can arouse people's emotions and make them incapacitated.

"Whoosh!"

Dugu Xiaoqi's fangs shot at Lu Li like money, and the fangs, each one contained aura, and the power was amazing.

This time, Lu Li didn't wait for Xuanyuan Er's sword intent to be triggered.

A peachwood sword appeared in his hand, the tip of which was not forward, but pointed towards the sky.

With a "bang", he used force under his feet and jumped into the air.

This leap is a full jump of dozens of meters.

When he reached the highest air, Xuanyuan Er's sword intent activated again, and the fine rain fell obliquely, but not a drop fell on his body.

"There's no moon!"

Lu Li sighed.

The peachwood sword pointed diagonally downward.

A hint of astonishment appeared on Situ Erlang's yellow face, followed by pain.

Situ Erlang seemed to have been hit by a heavy object, and the whole person flew out upside down.

His costume danced in a row with long sleeves, and his face changed one after another, yellow, red, and flower faces, and all kinds of faces were changing.

With each face, he retreated a little slower.

The last face vanished, his face had changed to that of a normal person, and his steps back completely stopped.

He looked down at his feet, the soles of his shoes were completely worn out, and his feet were showing two marks of tens of meters on the ground.

"How can you not be affected!"

Situ Erlang wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and glared at the sky, but he didn't expect that Lu Li was no longer in the sky.

A peachwood sword struck his neck silently.

Lu Li said coldly behind him: "If you have seen tens of millions of people die in front of you, you will not be afraid of a mere face." ”

The corner of Situ Erlang's eyes skimmed to the peachwood sword around his neck, he knew very well that although it was only wood, it was enough to kill him with a sword.

His costume was flicked again, and there was an extra face on his ordinary face without a face.

Red face.

"Whew!"

Redface opened his mouth, and a pillar of fire spat out of his mouth, igniting the night sky.

The pillar of fire shot out like a flamethrow, and the raindrops around it not only failed to extinguish it, but burned even more vigorously as if it had encountered oil.

Lu Li was startled, took a step back, and the peachwood sword was removed from his erect neck.

Situ Erlang put the fingers of his right hand together and put them in front of his mouth, and the flames came out of his mouth like an endless stream, chasing Lu Li.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Lu Li chuckled lightly and stepped on the ground again, his body straight into the air.

This Situ Erlang, all the kung fu is like a Sichuan opera changing face, which is very interesting.

On the other side, Dugu Xiaoqi's fangs kept shooting into the air, but they failed to hurt Lu Li in the slightest.

Without waiting for Lu Li to try Xuanyuan San's sword intent again, Xuanyuan Yixi, who had been sitting on the stall car and had not moved, sighed.

"Stop playing, it's time to find a place to practice swords."

She gently untied the Jiuding Sword on her back and looked into the air.

Lu Li suddenly remembered the days when his legs trembled after being trained by his wife, and he came down from the air.

Since he initially mastered Xuanyuan San's sword intent, he often used the ability of sword intent to jump into the air, after all, this is very handsome.

A piano, a pillar, a pot of wine, and a sword alone in the moon palace.

The sword intent already contains the true intention of soaring.

The sword intent of this sword is actually a bit like the fingers of the childish woman, and the hand of the childish woman is like an air cannon, pointing at anyone who will lose half a life.

But this sword needs to be issued with the help of the power of the moon, and a sword alone in the Moon Palace Heaven can make the sword intent play to the extreme.

At present, Lu Li is still far from this sword mastery, but after the learning experience of Xuanyuan I and Xuanyuan Er, he understands that he must have enough experience to learn this sword.

That's why he came to Qingcheng Mountain in person to investigate the matter of Qingxuan Daoist.

I didn't expect to encounter something before I went up the mountain.

Dugu Xiaoqi squinted his eyes, looked at Xuanyuan Yixi, and asked uncertainly, "Xuanyuan Sword Immortal?" ”

Xuanyuan Yixi's temperament is very special, when she is unwilling to appear, the two who have been fighting will ignore her inexplicably.

When she is willing to appear, then all eyes will be on her.

Xuanyuan Yixi ignored him, she just raised her sword and groaned softly: "Xuanyuan San!" ”

……

On the winding mountain road outside Jianmen Pass, a special team is moving forward.

A lengthened luxury car drove slowly, and in front of the luxury car turned out to be a donkey.

On the donkey sat a middle-aged man dressed in green cedar, it was drizzling, he did not hold an umbrella, but sat on the back of the donkey, closed his eyes and rested.

The donkey seemed to have become a spirit, and he didn't need to control the direction, but he could move smoothly along the winding mountain road.

It's just that the speed of the donkey is too slow, and the people in the luxury car seem to be unable to sit still, and a small head sticks out of the window with black film.

"Old Lu, you slow man, when will you find the army commander?"

The middle-aged man in the green shirt, known as Lao Lu, replied with his eyes closed: "Little grandfather, if you are in a hurry, why follow Lu." ”

It turned out that the person who spoke before was the child Lu Li had seen on Yuanke Island, the little grandfather Kong Youyi, the descendant of Yan Shenggong.

Hearing Lao Lu's words, Kong Youyi pursed his lips and said, "Do you think I am willing to follow you?" It was my grandfather who asked me to follow, he said that you are a great Confucian in the world, let me learn more from you. ”

These words made Lao Lu open his eyes, and he said with some excitement: "Grandpa Tai really said that I am a great Confucian?" ”

Kong Youyi still wanted to speak, but saw a black umbrella suddenly appear in the air, blocking the rain on his head.

He looked up depressedly, pointed to the umbrella on his head and said, "Lao Lu, look, I can't get drenched even if I want to get drenched in the rain, you are a great Confucian in the world, can't you help me think of a way?" ”

The umbrella was indeed weird, it just floated in the air like that, and the car took the umbrella and walked, maintaining the same speed as the car, only covering the rain that fell on Kong Youyi's head.

Lao Lu sighed, stretched out his hand flat, and the raindrops fell on his hand.

He said: "Don't say these words about not eating minced meat, we countrymen can't find someone to protect it." ”

Kong Youyi pouted again.

Lao Lu continued: "A good little girl, you have to be a boy, and I don't know what Grandpa Tai is thinking." ”

It turned out that this child was really a little girl as Lu Li guessed, but she was raised as a boy every day, and she couldn't see it at all.

"He's confused!"

Kong Youyi said disapprovingly.

The umbrella overhead swayed, but it still covered the drizzle.

The two stopped talking.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, both of them looked ahead at the same time.

"The old man of the Sword Immortal is doing something to someone!"

Kong Youyi shouted excitedly.

Lao Lu hurriedly slapped the donkey's buttocks.

I saw that the donkey's four hooves landed as usual, but its body, as if climbing the stairs, actually walked into the air step by step.

Within seconds, the donkey was in mid-air.

At the feet of the donkey, there is a winding mountain road, as well as the majestic Jianmen Pass.

Lao Lu looked ahead, and the battle hundreds of kilometers away seemed to be happening right in front of him.

He patted the donkey's buttocks again, and then gently read out a poem.

"This body is a poet, drizzling rain riding a donkey into the sword gate."

On this day, outside the Jianmen Pass, there was a great Confucian Lu Jiuling, riding a donkey into the Jianmen in the slanting wind and drizzle.