Seeing that Lu Qi didn't speak again, the middle-aged man looked at Lu Yihan in Lan Xue'er's arms, his eyebrows furrowed, and asked, "That little doll is your son and her?"

Lu Qi nodded in reply, and he watched quietly not far away, with a flat face, making it impossible to guess what was going on in his heart at this time.

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and then he was a little more confused, and said, "If this is the case, he should have died a thousand years ago." ”

When Lu Qi heard this, he said, "It's true, but it's alive again." Lu Qi smiled faintly and said, "A thousand years ago, you hurt my wife and children while I was away, and now you hurt him again." ”

There was suddenly a little more murderous aura in the wind.

The middle-aged man stared closely at the long sword held in Lu Qi's left hand, he didn't want this sword to be pulled out of the sheath, because this was a murderous sword, this sword had been stained with too much blood thousands of years ago, and now if this sword was unsheathed again, he was not sure if he would still be alive.

A thousand years ago, he had met this person in front of him on the battlefield of heaven and immortal, and that time he stood far away and walked very fast. If not, there is no such thing as his yin and yang crown in the Heavenly Dao today.

The middle-aged man said: "Your wife and children did not die in my hands thousands of years ago, you know this. ”

Lu Qi said: "If you hadn't injured the fetus in her womb, how would she have died?" Speaking of this, Lu Qi's face, who had a flat face, showed a rare anger, and the sword on Lu Qi's left hand seemed to feel the anger of the master, and when he was uneasy, the sword emitted an incomparable killing intent and a "buzzing" sword sound.

The middle-aged man's face became more and more frightened, and Lu Qi in front of him was a god of death in his eyes, as long as he pulled out his long sword, he could decide his life and death in an instant.

There is no shame in the fear of death for anyone. The middle-aged man said: "I am the head of the Heavenly Dao Yin Yang Poisoner Family, if I die here, the Emperor of Heaven will definitely order a crusade against the Immortal Dao." Liudao has been safe and sound for a thousand years, do you want to be the one who provoked the war?"

"Buzz!"

The long sword was pulled out of the scabbard by Lu Qi, and when the long sword was pulled out of the sheath, it sparked with the scabbard, and the dazzling cyan had a faint coldness, although the cold was cold, but it was cold to the bone. Lu Qi's eyes were ruthless, the sword waved lightly, the sword flicked lightly, and the voice of the sword told the thirst for blood, this is a fierce sword, a murderous sword that always wants to drink the pool of blood.

The moment he drew his sword, Qingguang couldn't help but make the middle-aged man squint, and the faint chill pierced his bones, and his soul trembled.

The wind blew the middle-aged man's black robe, and the Tai Chi pattern on his chest became dreamlike with the wind.

At this time, I only heard Lu Qi, who drew his long sword, say: "As early as after Han'er's death, I was no longer a person in the royal city, but it is useless for you to say this." My heart died long after she died, Heavenly Dao, Immortal Dao, what does it have to do with me?"

In the cold wind, a trace of sweat flowed from the middle-aged man's forehead, he pretended to be calm, and said: "But you are still a person in the Immortal Dao after all, if you kill me, then the Emperor of Heaven will definitely order a crusade against the Immortal Dao, and then it will be a war of blood and blood." ”

The sword returned to its scabbard, and the middle-aged man's face did not change relaxed, but became more solemn. His voice trembled, "You...... Are you really going to kill me?" the middle-aged man's voice trembled for fear of death.

He knew that the return of his sword to the scabbard was not to let himself go, but to perform a profound swordsmanship, which had only one sword, called "Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword", and the Emperor of Heaven was cut off by this sword thousands of years ago.

The middle-aged man had a wry smile on his face, he couldn't escape after all. Is it the swordsmanship that can be slashed by the heavens, can he still withstand this sword? A thousand years ago, the Emperor of Heaven said that if it weren't for the sword immortal not wanting to kill him, how could it be as simple as breaking an arm a thousand years ago.

The sword was hidden in the sheath and was held tightly by the left hand, and Lu Qi's right hand held the hilt tightly. Suddenly, the sword came out of its sheath without a sound, so quickly! Even the middle-aged man, who had not blinked his eyes, could not see how the sword had been pulled out of its sheath. The long sword waved with a faint blue light, only to hear Lu Qi say: "Cut the sky! Draw the sword!"

As Lu Qi fell word by word, after the last word fell, there were a few more spider webs in front of the middle-aged man that could be seen with the naked eye, which were the cracks formed after the space was destroyed by the sword. The blue light is very light, but it can be compared to the sun. Under the moonlit night, the sky gradually changed, and it seemed that even God was afraid of this sword against the sky, so God began to be restless, thunder, lightning, and rain. It was as if the end had come.

The cyan sword qi didn't know when it opened a hole in the middle-aged man's chest, the middle-aged man was stunned, and then looked at his chest blankly, until the blood on his chest fell to the ground with the rain, he raised his head and looked at Lu Qi stupidly, and said: "Didn't you say that the sword in the hand of a swordsman who is moved will rust? But why...... Why is it still so sharp?"

Before the sword could be retracted into its sheath, Xiaoyu slowly fell to the ground along the cyan sword body, one drop, two drops, three drops. It's like a piece of music, a piece of music that kills. Lu Qi said lightly: "Although the sword is a little rusty, it can still kill people after all." "As long as it is a sword and falls into the hands of a swordsman, it is a thing that calls for killing.

Before the rain fell on Lu Qi's body, it fell by itself through the thickness of his fingers, vaguely as if there was an invisible cover covering Lu Qi's body.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man couldn't care about the wound on his chest that was wounded by the sword, and the whole person said like a madman: "The goodness is like water, the realm of the Tao......? You...... You've already reached this realm?"

Then the middle-aged man slowly calmed down, only to see a little tiredness on his face, and said, "You...... You deserve to be called a ......" It seems that the word "genius" can no longer describe him, so these two words are hidden in the hearts of middle-aged people and are not spoken.

Middle-aged people never imagined that it would take thousands of years for someone to reach the legendary realm, which is the realm that all real people dream of, but in their lifetime, very few people can cultivate to this point. Real people are like carp crossing the river, but how many people can cultivate to that realm? There are many fish in the river, but there are too few and too few who cross the dragon gate. At this moment, the middle-aged man really felt tired......

The cyan long sword was retracted into its sheath by Lu Qi, and when he turned around, the middle-aged man disappeared, and what about Lu Qi?

Like the end of the night, a man in Tsing Yi stood in the rain, he was stunned like a fool, and only listened to him: "I can't kill him after all, just because I can't let go of the fairy road, I don't want to have another war." I know that he hurt you and Xiaohan thousands of years ago, but I can't see that the Heavenly Dao and the Immortal Dao have a war because of me alone. Liudao has been calm for a thousand years, I don't want to be this sinner, Han'er!

At night, in addition to the voices of the people in Tsing Yi, there are only rain, thunder, and ...... Crying.