A one-armed fat man, surnamed Lu Ming Dafu.

There are not many people who know his name, at least 200,000 troops who have conquered the west, are clear.

But there are really not many people who know his identity. Although it is not a secret, and no one deliberately conceals it, it is not something worth proclaiming that the founding ancestor of the Shushan Sword Sect in the past is now serving as a man in the imperial army.

People who know his identity respect him from the bottom of their hearts and don't make fun of him.

On the contrary, some people laughed at this moment.

Guangyuan, the most prestigious peerless sword in a hundred years, once opened the gate of heaven for the six sword gods Lu Zhengli and slashed the legendary blade of the Nine Shadows, but now, he was casually shouted out by a one-armed fat man.

It's ridiculous, Guangyuan Sword, can you borrow it if you want to?

The children of the family and the rangers who didn't know Lu Dafu's identity looked at them curiously when they heard the words, and many of them were rebellious by nature, and laughed out loud.

Today, Fu Yudao slashed Chang'an, saying it magnificently, but the result was anticlimactic.

After the hussar general of the Great Zhou was vulnerable, although the rescue woman was amazing, it was just a sword fight with Fu Yu.

How's that?

What about the rumored master duel that shook the mountains and rivers?

A happy fight, and it's over?

Masters, real masters, after all, are in the minority. Most people only saw that the swords intersected, and each retreated, and then Shennong's sitting on the ground took root, and as for the battle in the sky, few people paid attention to it.

They didn't know that if it weren't for Fu Yu's intention to save him, the current Great Zhou Chang'an would be a piece of walking corpse.

Shennong once said to the Great Dragon Empress, and now all kinds of things are opportunities.

If Garu doesn't make a move, how can Shura be born.

All kinds of dust, all kinds of exchanges, are just Zhang Xufeng's unrepentant fall under the chess game.

Everything was as he wished.

And the origin of these things is that three months ago, the woman with a big sword on her back entered Beijing.

At this moment, Da Zhou has been waiting for ten years.

The big sword on the girl's back again, under Lu Dafu's shout, seemed to have a sense and trembled violently. Cistanche didn't pay attention to it, and she often encountered such moments. The man who gave her the sword told her that she was not yet able to handle it.

She couldn't control Shura's evil spirit, and when she saw Nangong in distress, she just wanted to come to the rescue. But in mid-air, she felt the cold power entering her body, she just wanted to protect Nangong, so she endured the cold and evil breath, rushed to Fu Yu, and raised her sword to resist.

The fire was close at hand, but she didn't feel the heat. I don't know if it's because her mind is pure and not consumed by karmic fire, or because she has Shura's evil energy, which is enough to protect her body.

In short, she carried it off.

On one side is the karmic fire of Jialou, and on the other side is the evil qi of Shura, under Fu Yu's deliberate action, a balance is formed inside and outside her body, so that she can accept Shura's luck so riskily.

At this moment, the big sword behind him hissed, trembling more and more violently, and finally broke away from Cistanche and flew up obliquely in the air.

The simple broad-bladed sword flew into the air, and suddenly a red light bloomed violently, like a brilliant gem in the autumn night rain.

The blades on both sides then separated, revealing a bright red glow.

"Its xia is like a rainbow, and its momentum is like a swimming dragon. Above the restaurant in the city, Xu Beiliang hung the wine pot in his hand, drinking with half his mouth open and muttering with half his mouth open in a strange posture.

That sentence is recorded in the Oriental Academy, about the description of the Guangyuan Sword.

Among those present, there were only three people who had really seen Guangyuan Sword.

One of them is Lu Dafu.

The second emperor is missing.

The third is the one who secretly hides his huge body, Wei Hongye.

The Danhong long sword stabbed straight in the air, levitating steadily behind Lu Dafu, and his left hand lost the wooden spoon and was carried on his waist.

The sword aura is clear, but it is not exposed, following in the footsteps of Lu Dafu, he follows leisurely.

Seeing this scene, Wei Hongye suddenly burst into tears, and the fat on his face trembled with choking.

A hundred years ago for the world, five days ago for him, the bald and white-robed old friend was also so calm and leisurely, stunning immortals with a sword and dying generously.

It is the old monk who uses manpower and enemies to fight immortals to continue his life for a hundred years in this world.

It is precisely because of this hundred years that the world has enough strength to fight against the end of the world that is a hundred years late.

He knew about this, and Emperor Que also knew about it. The only two remaining insiders are facing each other on the path they have chosen.

The fat man of Edgeworth walked along the edge of the green space, and only after halfway through did he stop and said to the Great Dragon Empress standing in the center: "Girl, perhaps, this is my last sword in the world. I've thought about a lot of possibilities, and I've even thought that maybe there won't be a day when the sword will be released. Forty years ago, a friend of my grandfather came to me and told me something and told me that I had to do something. Now, I have finally waited for this day, finally witnessed those things, and completed what I had to do. I haven't had a good fight with anyone in forty years. You, who have the qualifications, take my sword. ”

Lu Dafu looks forty, similar to the Empress of the Great Dragon, but in fact she is more than 100 years old, and this "female baby" did not take advantage of her.

This new generation needs some people to resist a burden that he can't afford to bear. Now, this burden is handed over to the dark woman opposite, he doesn't know if this decision is correct, he only knows that this woman, this heart, is the best choice.

Ye Yuqingtang is honest and straightforward, but he is particularly shrewd in martial arts. She may not understand Lu Dafu's words, but she clearly feels the meaning of his inheritance.

She clenched her left hand into a fist, stretched out her right hand, and bowed her hand. The right hand pressing the left hand is a gesture to worship the dead. She didn't have half a disobedience thought, only respect.

Lu Dafu's gaze passed through Ye Yuqingtang, and he deliberately walked to this position, because the opposite side was the direction of Shushan.

After Ye Yuqingtang finished saluting, Lu Dafu's imperial sword hung in the air, and in the majestic rain, he said loudly: "I am Lu Dafu of Shushan, the former head of the Shushan Sword Sect, and the eldest grandson of Lu Zhengli, the six-way sword god, today I have turned my lifelong cultivation into a sword, can Your Excellency dare to take it?"

Ye Yu Qingtang stood up straight and said in a loud voice: "Gu is the Qingtang Emperor of the Great Dragon Empire, ask the old-timers for advice." ”

Everyone present finally knew the identities of these two people, even if some people were suspicious, they couldn't stop it, and the news of the decisive battle between the founding patriarch of the Shushan Sword Sect and the Great Dragon Empress in Chang'an spread to the world.

Emperor Shennong, who was concentrating on planting trees, heard what Lu Dafu said, and finally raised his head, he knew the result, but he was very calm, and said loudly with a smile: "Dead fatty, eat your green onion noodles in the next life." ”

Lu Dafu also smiled when he heard this: "Add two eggs to you." ”

Then he picked up the sword trick in his left hand, and the Danhong long sword flew in front of him.

"Girl, be careful!"

A sword like a rainbow.

Its name is outliers.