In the green hills, the fallen leaves are flying.

Lu Xia Senhan's cold voice kept echoing in the mountains, startling countless birds and wild birds.

The long sigh in the void gradually dissipated.

At this moment, the void suddenly shattered, and a slender but glowing golden crack cracked.

Lu Xia's gaze followed the gap, looking at the bright golden light, and his heart moved slightly.

Shout!

Suddenly, a golden light rushed from the crack, splashing countless sand and gravel dust.

The long sleeves full of patches flew, and the golden light faded, revealing a familiar figure.

It's not who Bu Qiankun is.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Lu Xia's mood was peaceful, and even the blood in his eyes was gradually fading.

Faintly, there seemed to be a voice ringing in his ears constantly.

"Let go of all fate, lift the heart lamp to see the pearl. ”

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Although Lu Xia's cultivation was trapped in the emperor's body, after all, he had experienced many big scenes, and his state of mind was already as firm as a rock.

It was in the Ten Thousand Ancient Burial Dragon Bureau that year, the blood of all saints stained the sky, and the terrifying illusion of the emperor's body fighting against all enemies alone could not make him lost, not to mention this district Daoyin.

The red dust is rolling, all fates are intertwined, who can let it go lightly.

If he could let go so lightly, then he would have fallen many times on this extremely dangerous path of cultivating immortals.

Lu Xia slowly looked at his hands, the slender and pale hands seemed to be stained with endless blood, and there were wisps of looming sword qi.

He doesn't need to lift the heart lamp, the knife in his hand is his pearl.

So Lu Xia straightened his back, and at the same time, the rusty wood knife appeared in his right hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black knives, but swallowing a terrifying light.

Where the golden light flashed, Bu Qiankun's deep gaze was slightly condensed, as if it was quite unexpected.

Then, there seemed to be a faint sound of satisfied laughter.

Why do you need to give me the Pure Land, with the knife in my hand, I can also cut a smooth road.

This is Lu Xia's attitude, for Bu Qiankun, and also for the middle pole Lu family.

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This qiē happened extremely quickly, from the appearance of Bu Qiankun to the sound of Lu Xia's Dao heart, but it was just a moment of brilliance.

At any time, but he didn't understand the danger, tortured the Daoxin, and if he was not careful, it would be a catastrophe.

This is their second meeting, but it is the first time they have met.

Fortunately, Lu Xia did not lose.

Then he let out a clear roar, and then laughed, his silver hair fluttering, and his expression was flamboyant.

Bu Qiankun glanced at Lu Xia, and there was a hint of relief on his wrinkled face, faintly, as if there was a trace of appreciation.

"You have the right to say those words. ”

Bu Qiankun's voice sounded slowly, his voice was very soft, but it was full of the taste of time, which was undoubted.

Lu Xia was unmoved, and the hand holding the knife did not tremble in the slightest, just like many years ago when the Qingyang Sect cut down the green iron bamboo, focused and firm!

There was no tremor in his voice: "I have broken a lot of killings in my life, and I don't know how many big people I have seen, so naturally I don't care about the Lu family." I only believe in the knife in my hand, even if your old man personally strikes, I dare to wield the knife to resist. ”

The voice was sonorous, like a shock of thousands of soldiers, murderous, facing the master of the corpse gate who was peerless back then, and the cloth Qiankun, who was known as burying thousands of mountains and rivers with one hand, did not retreat a bit, and even rushed with fighting spirit.

Youthful spirit, world pride, how magnificent!

Bu Qiankun was moved, and vaguely, as if he saw himself many years ago in the young man in front of him.

It is impossible to live forever, lawless, just have a good idea, and no matter how much blood is in the sky behind you.

Bu Qiankun laughed, and his long sleeves with patches fluttered in the air in the wind, making a hunting sound.

In a trance, it was as if tens of thousands of chariots were rumbling through the sky, which was extremely shocking.

But in the blink of an eye, he became ordinary again, just like the twilight man outside the town of the sunset.

Bu Qiankun looked at Lu Xia again, his eyes were full of kindness, but as if he remembered something, he said: "It is rumored that the ancestor of the extreme Lu family is peerless, heroic and heroic, and has smashed countless shackles with a pair of iron fists, and has broken a world in the middle pole where the strong gather. ”

He paused before continuing: "And he is relying on an invincible spirit like you, although you don't want to admit it, but you do have the shadow of the Lu family. ”

Lu Xia's eyes were shining, and the firewood knife in his hand was flowing with a terrifying momentum.

Huo Ran, he looked up at Bu Qiankun, tugged at the corners of his lips and said, "Senior thinks I will bow my head?"

Bu Qiankun shook his head.

He knew the black-clothed young man in front of him very well, and once it was something he had identified, it would not be possible to change it even if the sky fell.

Such a temperament is very easy to fall in the fierce world of cultivating immortals, but those who can have great achievements are often this kind of people.

Fearless, persistent, will be strong.

Bu Qiankun muttered: "This kid is too tough, the old man can only help you get here." Alas, if your Lu family had ...... back then"

He didn't finish his words, because he understood that if it weren't for Lu Xia's anti-heaven combat power, with the pride of the Zhongji Lu family, how would he come forward to look for him, or even find him here.

If it wasn't for the beginning, how could there be today?

Everything is cause and effect, and no one can tell.

Bu Qiankun put away his thoughts and said, "If the old man expects it to be true, the Xuanwu Broken Jade will be on your body." ”

Hearing this, Lu Xia was stunned, but his expression was resolute and indifferent, so that people could not feel the slightest change.

"Could it be that the broken jade is something that can attract the seniors?"

A rhetorical question, but with many meanings.

Bu Qiankun thought it was very interesting, maybe he was also a very interesting person.

"You kid, don't want to say anything against me, if I make a move, you may not be able to block your hole cards. ”

He is the master of the corpse gate, and he has the power to fight the world, so he is full of confidence in what he says.

Lu Xia just tightened the firewood knife in his hand, "Although I don't know what the outcome of the battle with you will be, I also want to try." ”

"Interesting. Bu Qiankun glanced at Lu Xia suspiciously, and said with a smile.

"It is rumored that you once fought against the two saints in front of the Qingyang Sect with one enemy and two enemies, I always thought it was just an exaggeration by the world, but now it seems that you kid has some chances. ”

His eyes suddenly flashed, as if he whispered something, and then the figure disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, it was behind Lu Xia.

A pair of withered hands stretched out from the patched sleeves and gently pressed them on Lu Xia's shoulders.

Silent, but terrifying.

At this time, his words slowly sounded in the air.

"But you think that you dare to underestimate the people of the world by chance, then the fall in the future will be your only ending, you know, in this land, the emperor has fallen several times, let alone you. ”