"Alas, I still can't figure out why Senior Dugu would make such a decision, Yongzhen Sword God Mountain. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info you say he won or didn't win. ”

Zhang Ruoxu drank the wine on the stone table in one gulp, and said in a rather depressed tone.

At this moment, the four of Lu Yue had returned to the East China Sea from Sword God Mountain, and they were talking about Lingxiao's cave mansion and Yingzhou Island.

Listening to Zhang Ruoxu's words, the movements in Qinglian and Ling Xiao's hands couldn't help but stagnate, and there was also a deep thought in their eyes, indeed, they were quite puzzled by Dugu Sword Saint's final decision.

According to the general situation, the battle between kendo monks is divided into two situations, one is a sword fight in the form of a sword argument, which is usually a point to the end, and the other is a fight to the death, which generally does not leave the opponent a chance to live, because it is an insult to a sword cultivator.

The Dugu Sword Saint's action is so big, then this battle is bound to be a fight to the death.

But since it's a fight to the death, the one who survives should have won, but it's still quite interesting.

Because after the battle, the voice of the Dugu Sword Saint was full of depression and loneliness.

There was no joy at all, this was impossible for them, and he defeated the sacred figure in their sword cultivation hearts, the sword demon.

This person can be said to be the person who their group of sword cultivators have wanted to surpass all their lives, and even some people can only look at his back all their lives.

When the Dugu Sword Saint said that he was in Yongzhen Sword God Mountain, they felt puzzled.

In the primeval era they traced, the cultivation of this sword demon was so high, it had definitely reached the height of suppressing an era, and with the cultivation that the Dugu Sword Saint was currently excavating, it was absolutely impossible to defeat it.

It's not that they underestimate the Dugu Sword Saint, but that's the case.

Since he is comparable to a saint, he naturally has an existence that is higher than a saint, among which Dao Ancestor is counted as one, Rahu is counted as one, and this sword demon is naturally counted as one.

Sword God Mountain is guarded by sword demons, why did Dugu Sword Saint say this?

If there was no one guarding the Sword God Mountain, then who was the one who fought with the Dugu Sword Saint before?

Clouds of suspicion surrounded their hearts, locking them up layer by layer, and the primeval era that they thought they knew was once again covered with a gray veil, which made it impossible to see it really.

The four of them were all drinking with heavy thoughts, thinking about their own affairs, and this matter was a huge blow to their group of people who traced back to the primeval era.

What was the life and death of the primeval powerhouse who suppressed an era in the past? What is the realm above the saint? How can he become holy without Hongmeng Purple Qi?

These questions pressed on their hearts one after another, and the answers, which were already very close, seemed to be much farther away from them.

All four fell into a mysterious calm, and now none of them knew how to speak.

Zhang Ruoxu wanted to say something to break the silence at the moment, but he opened his mouth and couldn't spit out the words in his throat after all.

"My generation of monks, since we should be brave and diligent, the way of cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, if there is no road ahead, then we will fight a way, even if we have a lot of hardships, we will not come to this world in vain. Since we are all desolate beings, why should we follow the path left by our predecessors, instead of forging a path ourselves? What the predecessors can do, we can naturally do, rather than pondering the mystery of the primeval here, it is better to break it and stand up, some things, when it is broken, it will be broken. ”

Qinglian and the three of them listened to Lu Yue's fierce words, and their eyes couldn't help but regain their former brilliance, although these words were arrogant, if they were heard by others, they would inevitably sneer, and those who could walk out of their own path were not worldly geniuses in the era of suppression, but you were sitting in a well and watching the sky.

But whether they sit in the well and watch the sky, or have great ambitions, it is the best result for them to be able to regain their will at this moment.

Zhang Ruoxu picked up the wine in the cup and drank it all, looked at Lu Yue, and asked directly: "If the sky blocks your way, what should you do?"

"Punish the sky. Lu Yue picked up the wine glass and said in a slow tone.

Hearing this answer, the three of them all gasped, and Ling Xiao asked again, "What should you do if someone blocks your path?"

"Slaughter. After drinking a glass of wine, Lu Yue said an extremely terrifying answer.

The three of them were shocked by Lu Yue's courage again, knowing that this person was not only the human race, but the entire desolate beings.

"What will you do if we stand in your way? Qinglian's eyes were like swords, she looked at Lu Yue and asked for this answer.

Lu Yue put down the wine glass, stood up, looked at the three people in front of him, and gently spit out a word from his mouth: "Kill." ”

Three strong sword intents instantly pressed on Lu Yue's body, and an even more terrifying coercion rose from Lu Yue's body, which was the breath of the poison lord.

At this moment, although they were all quasi-saint seven-eight-fold heaven people, they were quite tricky for Shang Lu Yue, a quasi-saint one-tier heaven realm monk.

Because of the existence of the poison master, they were not Lu Yue's opponents at all.

In just a moment, the aura of the poison lord was suppressed by Lu Yue, looking at the three of Qinglian, he summoned the Plague Venerable Banner and the Six Treasures of the Plague Monarch in his hand, and said: "I haven't tried it for a long time, and if I have such an opportunity today, I might as well come to fight." ”

The quasi-saint twelve, one is even more heavenly, Lu Yue dared to provoke Qinglian with the cultivation of the quasi-saint one, I have to say that this is this kind of arrogance.

Qinglian Quasi-Saint Eightfold Heaven, Ling Xiao and Zhang Ruoxu are all Quasi-Saint Sevenfold Heaven existences, and any one of them alone is enough to crush them in terms of cultivation.

In such a cultivation realm, not just a few spiritual treasures are enough to smooth out the gap.

However, at this moment, the three of them had solemn expressions, the long sword was already in their hands for some time, their eyes were cold, and they looked like enemies to Lu Yue, and they spoke directly: "Okay." ”

The three of them separated, surrounded Lu Yue in the center, formed a circle of encirclement, the sword intent rushed into the sky, faintly moved the flowing clouds in the sky, turned into three huge sharp swords, and plunged straight down, directly suppressing Lu Yue.

Lu Yue looked at the position of the three of them, the twelve plague flags shook gently, and twelve desolate beasts appeared on the vast East China Sea, exuding an aura like an abyss and a prison, causing there to be no breath of a living creature except them for a million miles here.

"Don't forget, my side will always have the upper hand over the numbers. ”

After Lu Yue said this, countless black insect tides poured out from his body, and streams of dark green mana aura drifted out with the wind, but it was still well controlled by Lu Yue within a certain range.

"Plague?!" the three Qinglian exclaimed loudly as they watched Lu Yue's movements, and they were completely covered by these dark green mana aura.