"Don't-"

Lu Xuanhuai saw his brother's frightened eyes, screamed, and hugged Lu Jiyu's leg tightly.

"Don't! Don't make any more mistakes!"

Lu Jiyu smiled, gently pushed her away with her irresistible strength, and said with a slight teasing: "Xuanhuai...... He's the culprit who ruined our family..... don't you hate it....... your sister ..... because of his ..... it's because of .....

Xuan Huai had tears in his eyes and shook his head frantically: "Brother....... I'm sorry, it's all Xuan Huai's fault, it's Xuan Huai's bad behavior that makes you work so hard...... Let's go home......"

She tried to rush up, but was pushed away by an unseen force.

In the distance, the resurrected lord trembled with fright, watching Lu Jiyu, who seemed to be a killing god, slowly step forward, and had to climb backwards with his hands and feet. Standing under the tree, Haunting Dust couldn't hear everyone's conversation, but she also vaguely sensed that there was something wrong, and she clutched her neckline tightly and looked ahead worriedly.

"Brother...... Don't make mistakes again......" Xuan Huai cried weakly, but he couldn't stop Lu Jiyu.

"Xuanhuai, this world has never been fair to us. Lu Jiyu smiled slightly, his eyes full of sharp stubbornness.

This sentence reminded Nan Ling of his master's words: "Ling'er....we, we shouldn't be treated like this." ”

The world is not fair, and some people are born destined to carry suffering. Some people are born to fight against the whole world, to defend what they have! It's just a matter of perspective, not right or wrong.

Yingchen, Jiyu, and Xuanhuai, three orphans abandoned by fate, with lowly and lowly names, with infinite desires for life, were hurt to the fullest. But why can Yingchen always keep a smile, even if she is abandoned and hurt, why can she do it?

Over the years, Lu Jiyu has kept asking himself this in his heart.

Why do you insist on going your own way when you know that there is no hope, why do you continue to do it when you know that there is no result, why do you still hold illusions when you know that it is impossible?

He gritted his teeth fiercely.

The lord of the country in front of him seems to be the embodiment of all the ugliness in the first half of his life. At this moment, he was once again carried away by hatred and anger. Why, why treat yourself so unfairly?

"Why ......"

His heart was filled with rage, and he muttered to himself. He pulled out his fan, only to see a flash of cold light, and the handle of the fan suddenly revealed three sharp blades, glowing with a chilling chill!

"Why...... Why do you want to hurt Yingchen, why do you look down on us, why do you go to war, why does she fall in love with you?", in the last two sentences, he obviously no longer questioned the resurrected lord.

"Jiyu! Don't be stupid!"

Nan Ling flashed in front of the resurrected lord and said in a low voice.

"Stupid?"

Lu Jiyu looked at the young man standing in front of him, and smiled sadly but fiercely: "What do you tell me to be stupid?"

"The demons in your heart are too heavy, if you don't get rid of them, you will be attacked in the future!"

Lu Jiyu laughed: "I practice for the sake of revenge! It doesn't matter what demon he has in his heart or not! God is so unkind, what if I give him three points in return?"

"Ji Yu, when is the time for retribution, stop being obsessed, even if you kill him, even Yin will not come back, and Yingchen will not leave, why increase your karma in vain!"

"You fuck ......"

Lu Jiyu seemed to have been poked in the underbelly, he narrowed his eyes, his expression was fierce, and he stared at Nan Ling: "It's your business!"

After that, he raised his hand and threw out his fan, and a cold light accompanied by the sound of breaking the sky came straight towards Nan Ling's front door, Nan Ling sighed, and then flashed sideways in a microsecond, and the fan spun in the air like a boomerang, and flew back into Lu Jiyu's hand.

"I'm not going to do anything with you. ”

Nan Ling said lightly.

"But I won't let you kill either. ”

Lu Jiyu sneered and said sarcastically, "Where are you the savior?"

Nan Ling was silent for a moment, and then responded, "It's just a traveler from the north. ”

Lu Jiyu snorted coldly when he heard this: "Hmph..... then why bother to save someone you don't know, you can't save him!"

You can't save anyone. This sentence once again blasted Nanling's nerves.

"I'm not saving him, I'm saving you. ”

"Less fart! I don't need you to save me! The bad guy should die! His soul has long been corrupted!"

"Then don't be like him. ”

Nan Ling said lightly.

Lu Jiyu's face suddenly became very ugly when he heard this: "Shut up!"

As he spoke, he waved his big hand, turning the fan several times the size, and shook off the huge fan with a stabbing of both hands, and fanned out several sharp wind blades in the air, attacking Nanling from three ways!

For Nanling, such a pediatric attack was too simple. For ordinary people, they may be even more fearful, but for Nanling, it only takes one trick to solve it.

Between the lightning and stone fire, the three wind blades drew three long ravines on the ground, Nan Ling protected the lord behind him in a low posture, urged the vast spiritual power in his body, and pulled out the Xuanyuan Sword to use a sword, the sword qi turned into shape, and the dense aura sword net shattered all the wind blades in an instant!

This is the swordsmanship that the master taught him.

But in an instant, Nan Ling felt an extremely cold murderous aura coming straight towards him, and a few millimeters ago, he saw that huge fan was like a storm, carrying a strong air flow straight over!

It turns out that the wind blade is just a false move, this is the real killing move!

Just as the two were about to make contact, Nan Ling raised his breath and jumped backwards, easily dodging the attack of the fan blade. But suddenly, the huge fan spun in the air, bypassing Nan Ling, and slashed straight at the resurrected lord who had no power to restrain the chicken!

Nan Ling was shocked in his heart, and he didn't dare to fight with his sword qi, for fear that he would hurt that person. But time was too short for him to consider, so he flew up and grabbed the fan with his bare hands. The high-speed rotating fan was extremely sharp, if it was an ordinary person, he was afraid that his arm would have been crushed by the surrounding air flow before he got close, but Nan Ling rubbed the sharp air flow alive, grabbed the huge fan accurately, turned around on the spot, borrowed strength, and threw it back untouched!

With a thud, the huge fan slammed into the ground like a sharp sword. The surrounding turbulence is also gradually disappearing. With a bang, the fan exploded into a cloud of smoke and returned to its original size.

Lu Jiyu looked at the person in front of him with a cold face.

The strength of this person is unfathomable.

He grabbed his high-speed rotating magic weapon blade with his bare hands so easily, and this kind of strength was definitely several grades higher than himself!

Lu Jiyu first explored the Xianmen, and his talent and roots were good. Coupled with the help and guidance of the real Yun Master, he came into contact with a lot of high-quality cultivation methods, and he studied hard and practiced hard, but he also successfully gathered the Sea of Spiritual Void and successfully built the foundation. At the same time, he secretly refined a magic weapon that was not weak—it was this fan blade. Needless to say, it is not necessary to deal with mortals, and if you face a monk of the same level, if you are careful to face it, you will not be too embarrassed.

It's just that he has never seen anyone who can grasp his magic weapon with his bare hands so far, and this person's strength is definitely far more than that!

He felt a hint of fear.

"Give it up. I'm not going to let you kill. ”

What the hell is this guy all about? Why is he so tough and yet so weird? Who the hell is he?

There is one more shift in the afternoon

(End of chapter)