Qingyang Town, on the stone street.

Witnessing that the genius of the Sword Sect was just a round, he was smashed and flew out with a punch, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and everyone's faces showed a different color.

You must know that He Weiwen is a cultivator in the middle stage of Yuelong, but the person who came only used one trick to beat him, how is this not surprising.

"Who is this person, who actually injured the people of the Sword Sect. ”

"One move is a second to the monk in the middle stage of the Leaping Dragon, who is the cultivator?"

"What kind of person is this, in today's situation, he still dares to be an enemy of the Sword Sect, he simply doesn't know whether he is alive or dead!"

"Senior Brother He Weiwen in the middle stage of Yuelong has not been made a move, junior brother, you stab yourself a few times with a sword to see if it is true......"

“......”

Everyone was talking, looking at He Weiwen, who fell to the ground, his clothes were stained with blood, and his appearance was miserable, everyone's scalp was numb, his face was full of fear, he took a deep breath, and then moved to Lu Xia on the side with a frightened look......

Lu Xia had a breezy face, as if he had just done a trivial thing, which was even more shocking in the eyes of everyone.

However, for Lu Xia, in terms of physical body alone, who can compare to the physical strength of the Ten Stars Consummation Realm, which is terrifying to the extreme, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a lone leaping dragon.

Not to mention that the opponent is only in the middle stage of the Leaping Dragon, for Lu Xia, who has such a demonic combat power as the retrograde Unpredictable, it is really similar to shooting an ant to death.

After all, in the past five years, a lot of things have happened, and the realm that he once looked up to is now slaughtered like a dog!

Lu Xia looked at the Oriental Stars who were looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle as He Weiwen was learning, and couldn't help laughing: "You also fell into a pillow?"

"No, I find that I like this angle. ”

“......”

The remnant sun was falling in the west, and night was approaching, Lu Xia's eyes fell to the end of the stone street, where the wind was whistling, and he didn't know if it was the onlookers or the enemy of the Sword Sect.

But Lu Xia just smiled disdainfully, and walked slowly forward, looking at the town that had been a little vague in his memory, vaguely remembering the prosperity of this place that day, and the end of this stone street was where the fang market was located back then.

He remembered that his first talisman transaction was in the Spirit Rune Xuan in Fang City, and it was at that time that he attracted the eyes of the people of Pingshamen, forcing him to open the killing ring, and even activated the Zhutian Knife, allowing the Zhutian Nine Knife to reappear in the world.

It was also at that time that he received the Qiankun Removal Order, the treasure that saved his life several times.

Memories hovered in the sky like soft clouds, and at this time the wisps quietly awakened in his mind, and as he walked forward, he looked at the dilapidated and empty street at this time, and was somewhat embarrassed.

The prosperity will be blown away by the rain and wind, and in the passage of time, except for the memory, nothing will be left.

As Lu Xia groaned, the sound of breaking the sky continued to echo, and a small group of people appeared against the wind and swept towards him, looking at the mini sword emblem on these people's chests, how could he not know where these people came from......

After all, this mini sword emblem also made him unforgettable, as if he knew that now, it was still inserted in his heart, and the blood dripping there belonged to the Lu family.

When he recalled, he didn't want to be disturbed, and looking at the current atmosphere of arrows and crossbows, it was obvious that his memories could only come to an end.

At this time, all the people who came were majestic, and the lowest cultivation was also at the ninth level of qi refining, and the strong were even at the peak of the leaping dragon, and everyone had a strong killing intent and sword qi.

All of a sudden, this place was full of brilliance, the sword was vertical and horizontal, like the realm of a sword, the sharp breath, as if even the air could be cut, and even the whistling wind was like a sword.

The people of the Sword Sect are amazingly imposing and menacing, and there is no need to ask, they must have come to take revenge.

In the land of Donglin, the name of the Sword Sect shocked all souls, who dared to be disobedient? Who dared to contend with it? Who dared to provoke?

But just now, the black-clothed young man in front of him mercilessly beat the disciples of their Sword Sect to serious injuries, and under the hatred of the enemy, the senior brothers and sisters of several nearby strongholds were killed in an instant, and they wanted to see if the person who injured their disciples of the Sword Sect had horns on his head, or did he have a halo on the back of his head?

But when they saw with their own eyes this young man in black who was like a demon reincarnated in fantasy and reborn as a reborn Shura, he was extremely ordinary, if he had to say anything special, it was that the smile on the corner of this person's mouth became more and more brilliant, shining like a star.

Lu Xia, who had a smile like a star shining on the corner of his mouth, frowned slightly, looked at the Dongfang Xingchen who was looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and said lightly: "I seem to smell blood, presumably you don't want to splash blood, so it's best to stay away from me." ”

Dongfang Xingchen tilted his head slightly, muttered solemnly, and said: "Senior, although my cultivation is still shallow, I am also willing to share hardships with my seniors. ”

But as he spoke, he tilted his head and stepped aside, not seeing the slightest intention of sharing the suffering, and even walked briskly as never before, as if he was afraid that he would be splashed with blood if he walked slowly.

Lu Xia rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Are you really going to leave like this?"

Dongfang Xingchen didn't look back, and the faint words came along the wind: "Seniors take care of themselves, this dress is really not cheap, and when I go out, it will affect my image very much." ”

Lu Xia couldn't help but say, "Didn't you just say that you want to share the hardships with me?"

Dongfang Xingchen's steps forwarded, and just when Lu Xia's heart was flooded with praise like this question, the young man still had a little conscience, and words like a hammer floated from front of him, smashing the praise in his heart fiercely.

It is said that we should share in suffering, but it does not include life and death together. ”

“......”

Seeing that there was no one next to the two people in front of them, the anger in their hearts instantly boiled to the boiling point, and the cold voice with a cold murderous aura finally resounded suddenly.

"Kill him!"

These words were like a fuse, igniting mad anger and surging murderous aura, and even brought out a chain reaction, as if at that moment, countless sword sounds burst out.

Sen Han's killing intent and sharp sword blade cut the sky to pieces like a spider's web, and then suddenly fell, heading towards Lu Xia, the sword flowing, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.

Staring at the Sword Sect's technique, Lu Xia exhaled slowly, his right fist ran out, and a fierce and unmatched energy suddenly appeared, and then mixed with earth-shattering power, as if he was about to smash the sky.

The cobwebs were full of swords, as if they could be bombarded, and finally fell down.

But Lu Xia's whole body was full of golden light, his qi and blood roared, and he was in the sky with one hand, resisting the sword net that seemed to be able to cut everything, and shouted violently: "Break it for me!"

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