If you can't be a son-in-law, you have to be sanctified

Chapter 217 Already Borrowed the White Deer, Then Borrowed Divine Art

The sword light in the void has completely dissipated.

The white snow on the mountains had all melted, and an unknown number of rocks fell into the mountain stream due to the collision of the sword light.

Smoke and dust filled the air and rose in the sky, making the sun that had just revealed a lot of light appear faintly visible.

The short-clothed man didn't look like a strong man at all.

He is not tall, short in stature, and his eyes are not deep and sharp. Coupled with his groom's attire, he looks like a servant of a wealthy family from a distance.

But at this moment, he was standing in the sky, and the blood on his body was like a new sun, shining on nothingness, almost comparable to the great sun shining all over the world.

The Martial Dao Dayang in Lu Jing's body sensed the aura of the man in short clothes, and started to vibrate.

An unimaginable spirit of martial arts rose from the short-clothed man, causing thunderbolts to appear in the void.

Lei Guang is integrated into the spirit of martial arts, and every move, punch and kick can burst out with great power.

Even though Lu Jing's martial arts cultivation base was not considered tyrannical, he could clearly see that the short-clothed man in front of him was a top martial artist.

Lu Jing had seen him several times before when he went to Jiang Shoufu's mansion on Qingyun Street. This man in short clothes was driving an ox cart for Jiang Shoufu and taking care of the white cow.

Today, he was walking on the clouds, and when he came here, even if the wish pattern in Lu Jingmei's heart had not dissipated, extremely strong vitality continued to flow into his eyebrows, making the vitality that Lu Jing could control reached an extreme.

The vitality borrowed from the spirit of heaven and earth was completely dissipated because of the sword that pierced the sky just now. Lu Jing seemed to have returned to the Ninth Level of Divine Fire, but his aura was still vigorous.

The vitality circulating around the Yuanshen almost turned into a mountain.

even so.

When Lu Jing faced the thick qi and blood of the short-clothed man in front of him, he still felt that his solid soul was still tingling.

It's as if the immature soul was exposed to the sun when it hadn't yet been exposed to the sun.

The power emanating from the short-clothed man standing not far away was even more turbulent than the scorching sun in the sky.

But there was no fear in Lu Jing's eyes.

He held the White Deer Sword in his hand, and streams of light flashed on the White Deer Sword, as if another sword light was brewing.

Nan Fengmian took a deep look at Lu Jing just now, and without hesitation, a stream of vitality turned into a bridge and then into a streamer.

Nan Fengmian stood on the streamer, flashing away.

Lu Jing was still holding the sword, and his magical powers of attracting wind and summoning rain were in operation, a strong wind blew up in the sky, and heavy rain fell!
Every ray of wind and waves carries a strong divine fire, which seems to burn everything.

Every drop of rain weighs as much as a thousand catties, and it seems to crush everything.

In front of Lu Jing, a Brahma Bodhisattva dharma body manifested, holding the seal of the vase in his hand, and chanting the sound of Buddha in his mouth, which turned into eight notes of knocking on the gods.

There was another light-supporting sword aura, mixed with law and thunder, shining on the White Deer Sword in Lu Jing's hand.

Nan Heyu has arrived with the sword light, and her spiritual sense has already flowed here.

Seeing Lu Jing approaching, she slashed across the sky with a sword, blocking the terrifying sword light.

I also saw Nan Fengmian waving with his back to Lu Jing and saying goodbye to Lu Jing. When he said goodbye, Nan Fengmian still had clear reluctance in his eyes.

There are relatives of Nan Fengmian in Nan Guogong's mansion, but when Nan Fengmian left, he never said goodbye to anyone.

Nan Fengmian walked out of Taixuanjing and was in danger, and no one from the Nanguo government came.

"Maybe grandpa has deeper considerations, but... if Mr. Lu Jing doesn't take action, uncle will definitely be seriously injured."

The wind, rain and sword light came suddenly.

Three hundred sword lights filled the void, and the azure blue sword body shone. Nan He Yu seemed to be standing in the clouds that bred wind and rain, and came quietly.

In an instant, the sword energy was strong, and the wind and rain came suddenly.

In the midst of Qian Xiushui's contention, the famous sword of the first grade was shining brightly, mixed with a kind of extreme sword spirit, shining in the sky.

Lu Jing turned his head, only to see that Nan Heyu had passed the short-clothed man and came behind him.

Sensing Lu Jing's gaze, Nan Heyu saluted Lu Jing sincerely without hesitation.

"Thank you Mr. Jing."

Just five words, but extremely powerful.

"You two want to stop me?"

The short-clothed man frowned, as if he was still hesitating.

At this moment.

Suddenly there was a burst of water mist in the distance.

The short-clothed man frowned even deeper.

Lu Jing and Nan Heyu are both cultivators at the peak of Shenhuo, and they also felt the extraordinaryness of the water mist.

Sure enough, when the water mist swept over, it actually condensed and turned into flowers in the water.

The flowers in the water bloom in the void, just like a fairyland.

But it was also at this moment that the surrounding vitality was emptied instantly, and water droplets formed by the condensed vitality flew out from the stamens of the blooming flowers.

Water droplets may seem mundane.

The man in short clothes who had already taken a step forward suddenly stopped.

He clenched his fists with both hands, and the blood around his body seemed to flow like magma, flowing endlessly, extremely hot.

But the ordinary water droplets were suspended in the sky, but the strong man in short clothes looked at these water droplets and did not move forward.

"The supernatural leader!"

The short-clothed man frowned, turned around and took a look at Tae Xuanjing.

Nan Fengmian had already left with his sword.

Qingfeng accompanied him and sent him south.

The two divine fire monks, Lu Jing and Nan Heyu, stopped in front of a Furious warrior.

There are still countless people in Taixuanjing who have not yet woken up from the shock brought by Lu Jingfang's sword.

Nanlao Guogong Xuangong opened his eyes, and from a very long distance, he saw Lu Jing and Nan Heyu one after the other, stopping the first assistant groom, and there was more helplessness in his eyes.

Lu Jingfang's sword just wiped out the one-word sword art of the Sword Master of Qi, although he borrowed a lot of external force...

But famous swords such as Jiankui Bailu are not very capable of being controlled by ordinary people.

Being able to control this kind of fairy sword is enough to show Lu Jing's talent.

"If Lu Jing can enter my Nanguo mansion, what's the point of Fengmian chasing after his obsession? Why should I stop him like this?"

Nan Laoguo sighed.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Today's Lu Jing is no longer the concubine of the Lu family in the past, and many things have already been irreversible.

"That being the case, let me personally recover my six sons."

Nanlaogong stood up.

Jiang Shoufu closed his eyes and did not stop Mr. Nan.

The old man was short in stature, dressed luxuriously, wearing gold and silver, he looked like an ordinary rich man.

But when he walked out of the capital's mansion, his body was filled with energy and blood, turning into a series of stairs.

Step by step, he walked up the stairs, walked up to the sky, and walked out of Taixuanjing!
As a result, there was another round of sun outside Taixuanjing.

The burning qi and blood are almost like a mountain of qi and blood. The mountain moves sideways. At first, it just drifted in the sky, but in a blink of an eye, it shone brightly, like a falling comet heading towards the distance.

Lu Jing and Nan Heyu felt this amazing breath at the same time.

Nan Heyu's complexion changed suddenly, and she felt a little at a loss for a while.

"Grandpa?" she whispered softly.

However, Lu Jing glanced at the mist flying in the sky, and then looked at Taixuanjing.

"Senior, by borrowing your sword today, I have accepted the favor of the senior.

It's just that Lu Jing's cultivation base is weak, and a sword... I'm afraid it's not enough. "

Lu Jing looked down at the white deer in his hand, talking to himself.

Nan Heyu, who was standing not far from him, clearly heard Lu Jing's voice.

She was a little startled, and also lowered her head to look at the long sword in Lu Jing's hand.

"This sword..."

When Nan Heyu's consciousness fell on the White Deer Sword, so did Qian Xiushui.

The Qianxiushui, which was originally floating in the sky at a rate of three hundred, brought the sky full of wind and rain, and set off the sky full of waves. Almost in an instant, many sword shadows dispersed and burst into thousands of lights.

Famous swords have spirits, and a voice of reverence whispers from Qianxiu Water!

"Immortal Bone Sword, White Deer?"

Nan Heyu muttered to herself.

"Mr. Jing came here with a sword, but it wasn't his sword that summoned the rain. Someone lent him a sword, and this sword was a white deer. Who was the one who lent him the sword? Or, in the small pavilion just now, Who is the man in black?"

"Mr. Lu Jing is still borrowing that man's second sword..."

"Magic!"

Nan Heyu gritted her teeth.

"The two swords of White Deer and Divine Art are something very human can wield.

Mr. Jing is just like me, just a cultivator of Shenhuo, how can he control the divine art and the two white deer swords at the same time? "

Nan Heyu's thoughts flowed thousands of times.

But she still followed Lu Jing's gaze and looked into the distance.

Nan Guogong was like a shooting star on fire, shining in the sky and flying towards Nan Fengmian's destination.

He never glanced at Lu Jing and Nan Heyu, his eyes seemed to span countless distances, and he saw Nan Fengmian walking with the breeze.

With the supernatural power of the madman Chu in front, the man in short clothes didn't dare to act rashly.

But what a strong man he is, he naturally heard Lu Jing's voice.

So when Lu Jing looked at Bai Lu and muttered to himself, the short-clothed man subconsciously turned his head and looked at Tai Xuanjing.

A stream of light gradually rises in Taixuanjing!
It's as if a magic trick is born with a stream of light, and you can master the supernatural power in an instant!
A long sword flew out of the sky, and there were countless lines on the body and blade of the sword.

Those lines seem to be some kind of ancient characters, engraved with the secrets of immortals, and also engraved with the secrets of many fairy arts and supernatural powers.

The long sword slashed across, creating countless halos.

The wind, thunder, rain and electricity were mixed in the shattered vitality and emerged.

at the same time.

A quiet voice resounded through the void along with the long sword.

"If you want to borrow my divine arts, I don't mind borrowing them from you, but no one in this world can hold both divine arts and the White Deer at the same time except me.

Now that you are also wearing white clothes, it doesn't hurt to try it. "

"Among these two swords, there is the power of an immortal. If you can use it to block the way, it can be regarded as your good luck."

Two voices came leisurely.

"Under Heaven Sword Armor!"

Today, the Nine Armors and Nine Leaders of the World, the former martial arts leader has exhausted his energy and blood, and is about to fall.

The supernatural leader disappeared without a trace.

Only the leader of the sword who once entered the deer pool and went to the fairyland, beheaded five thousand immortals, and made swords out of immortal bones can still be vaguely seen in the world.

In the hearts of countless swordsmen and monks with supernatural powers, he stands at the peak of the world.

There are very few people in the world who can win against others!

When did these characters come to Taixuanjing.

And Lu Jing, who was dressed in white, borrowed a sword from him, and he also had a white deer in his hand, so he borrowed magical powers!
Magic is empty.

Even with an extremely long distance, the Qianxiushui above Nan Heyu's head has almost become dim and crumbling.

Shenshu is the No.3 sword in the world, and Bailu is the fourth.

Lu Jing had already held the No.4 sword. In order to stop Nan Guogong who was going to chase after Nan Fengmian, he borrowed the No.3 sword...

only……

"Lu Jing's swordsmanship talent is strong, but that magical sword is born to kill, unparalleled in murder, and is the master of the sword!
The only person in the world who can descend from the gods is the leader of the sword who forged him.

Only the leader of swordsmanship can wield divine art and the two swords of White Deer at the same time. Lu Jing also wants to control these two swords at the same time? "

In the East Palace, Prince Yu Zhuoxian had his hands behind his back, his eyes flashed with thunder, and behind him was a Bodhisattva who killed life.

He has been sitting in the East Palace for many days, his cultivation seems to be faint and diligent!
He frowned, looked at the soaring magic in the distance, and thought in his heart.

"Lu Jing has always been miraculous, if he can wield these two swords at the same time, I will have another true swordsman.

In the past, Bai Yi abandoned Dafu and left. As long as he cultivates Lu Jing well, he can become my Dafu's sword master in the future. "

The prince thought so in his heart.

But Yuxuanlou, the seventh prince in Jiansu's mansion, couldn't help but put down Han Junshu in his hand, and looked gloomyly at the sky.

Li Guanlong, who was still sitting cross-legged at the edge of the pond at the Li family in Xuandu on Wulong Street, suddenly reached out, and suddenly there was a tiger bone bow in his hand.

But he saw Li Guanlong straightened up, still sitting cross-legged, and casually took another willow branch from the willow tree beside him.

He bent his bow and set up an arrow. The willow branch was matched with a tiger bone bow. The tiger bone bow, which weighed a lot, was easily pulled away by Li Guanlong.

In an instant, Li Guanlong's eyes were shining brightly, and he locked on a mountain in the distance.

The veins on his arms were exposed, like real dragons entrenched, and the terrifying force fell on the tiger bone bow.

This long bow was pulled out by him for a full moon!

"Since Old Nan wants to let Nan Fengmian go home, Lu Jing shouldn't stop him out of emotion and reason."

Li Guanlong thought so in his heart.

But the willow branches on the tiger bone bow were already wrapped in energy and blood, flew out in an instant, pierced the sky, and disappeared.

And the magic sword has already flown into the mountains.

The white deer in Lu Jing's hand seemed to have sensed that the magic was about to fly, and had begun to struggle constantly, trying to get out of Lu Jing's control.

The famous sword in the world, how can two swords serve one master!
There is only one person in the world who can make famous swords such as Shenshu and Bailu safely fit on the same waist.

It is the sword armor of the world!
At this time, the two swords were not in the hands of the sword armor, but the white deer was in Lu Jing's hands, and the magic came again in an instant.

The two swords sensed each other's aura, and the sword light soared straight into the sky. One sword brought out many strange magical powers, and the other was like a white deer flying into the sky, flying into a fairyland!
However, Lu Jing didn't have time to watch the magic technique and the two white deer swords.

He turned his head away, and his divine sense firmly locked onto Old Nan who had just flown away at high speed.

Nanlao Guogong flew into the distance like a shooting star.

The famous sword divine technique flew in, but it had already fallen into Lu Jing's left hand.

Two beams of sword energy and sword light went straight into Lu Jing Yuanshen.

Even if the fate of the sword bone was triggered, Lu Jingyuanshen was still severely injured, and cracks were already forming in an instant!

"Since I have promised my brother, even if it is more painful, I have to do it. Otherwise, when he returns, how can I have the nerve to drink his wine again?"

Lu Jing endured the severe pain and stood firm.

In an instant, the fate of seeking good luck and avoiding evil emerged from his mind, and various information jumped into Lu Jing's thoughts again.

(End of this chapter)