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Cui Yan is only in his thirties, and he is already a strong person in the early stage of the throne, as long as there is enough time, there is definitely hope that he can impact the fifth realm. Even now, although he is not the strongest in the Yin and Yang Family's ink armor army, he is definitely not the weakest.

But that's it, but in the time of half a burnt incense, the corpses are separated.

The strong and burly body was still standing in the air, and the vast vitality in the dantian spiritual sea was constantly rampage in the meridians, impacting the blood and bones, making his corpse look full of holes and blood.

The most terrifying thing is his head, the originally resolute and dark cheeks are already pale and bloodless, the bun is messily draped down, and the eyes still show a frightened look until death, and the expression is full of dead silence.

It fell directly from the sky and landed on the clean and smooth bluestone slab, making a muffled 'bang'.

The skull is torn apart, and the flesh is blurred,

Life and death turned out to be so simple, not only the Mo Jiajun of the Yin and Yang family couldn't believe it, but even the gentlemen in the academy were a little difficult to accept what was happening in front of them. They know that Lu Bai is a person, and he has always been rigorous and thoughtful, but this time he was so decisive and direct, which was really unexpected.

"This ...... , Senior Brother Lu Bai is a little too impulsive!"

"This is the ink armor army of the Yin and Yang family, at least it is also the strength of the sitting realm, and it has always been the backbone of the Yin and Yang family, so it died?"

"Oops, big deals, they ...... This is to besiege Senior Brother Lu Bai!"

The white eagle let out a sharp eagle roar, and its wings fluttered high, carrying the rest of the dozen or so ink armor troops, and swept directly towards Lu Bai.

Sword light, sword shadow.

Heaven and earth are filled with riotous vitality, one after another awe-inspiring and domineering sword momentum, one after another vertical and horizontal cutting sword intent, constantly slashing towards Lu Bai in the distance.

They were like crazy and regarded Lu Bai as a mortal enemy.

"It turns out that the strength of the Mojia Army is just to win more with less!" Lu Bai looked at them, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he clenched the chaotic ancient sword in his hand, at this time, the autumn intent on the sword intent had already been dispersed, and the seven flying swords that seemed to be real had all been returned to this one in his hand when Cui Yan's head landed.

The flowers are becoming more and more charming, and the most real thing is the one in his hand.

He held the Chaoli Ancient Sword in his hand, his face was solemn, and his eyes looked at Bai Jiying chasing in the distance, and he didn't dare to hesitate at all.

The figure swept backwards quickly.

"You can't escape!"

The white eagle that rushed first stood a man in his forties, with dark and resolute cheeks and murderous aura between his eyebrows. Although he is also dressed in ink armor, there is a golden seal on the armor, and the aura of the whole person is also very strong, which is enough to have the strength of the middle stage.

He held a long knife, his eyes were cold, and said: "Those who dare to kill my Mojia Army, our Mo Bai will definitely make your life worse than death!"

Lu Bai didn't have a chance to answer, because behind him, there were already several powerful sword movements, which slashed down blatantly. He didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and suddenly swept through the sky, the chaotic ancient sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the deep sword body slashed downward.

The 'Joyama style' of Ryuho Mountain.

Autumn is thick, the white frost is slaughtered, and the twilight sword body is crossed with a faint white frost in an instant. The entire ancient sword, falling from the sky, had a sword momentum that was like a bamboo, just to cut off the dragon's head.

With ingenuity.

One after another, the heavy and domineering sword momentum, in front of the 'dragon slashing dragon' of Dragon Tiger Mountain, all of them collapsed.

Fang Mobai's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't care about this, the white eagle fluttered its wings and flew high, definitely exceeding the speed of any sitting powerhouse.

He swept directly across the vast sea of clouds, chasing after him relentlessly, and his speed was amazing.

Lu Bai naturally discovered his existence, but he didn't have the slightest way, he had just cut off more than a dozen sword intents, which had already exhausted him, and before he had time to breathe, he was about to face several attacks that fell down again.

He felt deep exhaustion, and his doppelganger lacked skills, so he could only flick his right hand with a slight flick, and the chaotic ancient sword flew out again.

One is two, two is three, until seven flying swords fly through the sky and block the attack from behind.

"Haha, don't you like to run, I'll see where else you can run!" Fang Mobai stepped on the white eagle and was already in front. His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Lu Bai, who had no sword in his hand, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and he sneered: "Since you all have the courage to kill, don't you dare to stop and talk?"

Lu Bai's seven imperial swords were already very draining, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke, and said, "I have nothing to talk about with you lackeys of the Yin and Yang family?"

Fang Mobai's face changed slightly, and he said, "I think you're looking for death!"

"Looking for death?" Lu Bai Imperial Sword swept through the sky, and the seven long swords continued to slash towards the dozen or so white eagles that rushed forward, cold sweat flowed from his forehead, but he still couldn't help laughing and said: "If you are not afraid, even if you come to fight, in the same realm, I am not afraid of anyone!"

"You're really looking for death!" Fang Mobai's face was ugly, he looked at Lu Bai, who had no sword in his hand, pursed the thin corners of his lips, and slowly pulled out the long knife.

The sword is rippling, like a pool of autumn water.

The autumn water knife, the pursuit of the ultimate of sharp blades, kills like water, no life, no killing intent.

But it's a knife that really kills.

Fang Mobai drew his knife, just like cutting off water, without life, and slashed directly at Lu Bai.

Lu Bai, who was already distracted by the sword, and who had already lacked skills at this time, had no defense in the face of such a silent autumn water knife.

With a slash, the awe-inspiring long knife was wrapped in a mighty vitality, directly cutting off his entire arm.

Blood dripped and the severed arm was thrown directly into the distance.

Lu Bai's eyes were about to crack in pain, his right arm was broken, and there was no way to resist the sword again, and the seven flying swords fell down like catkins in the wind.

Without the blocking of the flying sword, more than ten white eagles flapped their wings and roared, the sword light flowed, and the sword intent cut vertically and horizontally, directly slashing towards Lu Bai.

"Even if you die, you have no regrets!"

Although Lu Bai's face was pale, his eyes were very calm, knowing that he was dead, but he was only unhappy in his heart, happy and vengeful, and he did not live in vain. With such a state of mind, it seems that there is a kind of detached transformation suddenly at this time, he smiled bitterly in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh: "Before dying, I can actually feel the artistic conception of breakthrough, which is really a little bitter smile!"

Heavy long knives, one after another awe-inspiring sword intent, have been cut down.

His eyes were closed, he had given up continuing to struggle, quietly waiting for death to come, but at the moment when he felt the blade falling, Lu Bai could clearly feel that more than a dozen familiar breaths suddenly appeared around him.

Some people sit and take photos, some people build foundations, and even have a clumsy atmosphere.

Lu Bai opened his eyes in disbelief.

I saw more than a dozen figures standing in front of him, they were dressed in wide courtyard clothes and holding ancient swords and rulers in their hands, they were the gentlemen in the academy. Their faces were awe-inspiring, and they stood there unswervingly, using all their only strength to block the heavy sword intent in the sky.

"You ......" Lu Bai's eyes were slightly red, there were few things that could move him, even if he didn't cry in the face of death, but at this time, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears.