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

Chapter 221 Double Pupils Falling Blood

The supernatural power is about ten feet tall, and there are clusters of brilliance lingering around his body.

At this time, another ancient star faintly appeared in the sky. The ancient starlight merged with the brilliance of this supernatural power, and suddenly a brilliant brilliance emerged.

The brilliance is shining, illuminating the surroundings for two or three miles.

Lu Jing stood with his sword in hand.

The supernatural body punched down.

In just a split second, the explosive sound centered on this supernatural body, turning into ripples and agitating.

Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the mysterious immortal power circulating in the White Deer Sword poured into his body and then into his primordial spirit.

Let his unsustainable primordial spirit have a little more energy.

"Sword Qi Zhaobi Mountain has a total of [-] changes and [-] sword moves. This is not a simple sword technique, but a way to fight the enemy. If I can use it skillfully, my combat power will not be limited. Yu Yijian has supernatural powers."

Lu Jing shook the White Deer Sword in his hand, the power of the immortal wrapped his soul, and a huge amount of vitality surged around him crazily.

Keng!
A crisp sound came from the White Deer Sword. It seemed that there was only one sound, but it contained eight syllables.

It's the music of Kowtow Kowtow of Master Liu.

The octave took off, facing the roaring ripples that came first, and blasted out a series of crackling sounds.

Lu Jing, on the other hand, controlled his vitality and soared tens of feet into the sky. Behind him, Brahma's Dharma body appeared, a bodhisattva with a solemn treasure, holding a lion seal in his hand, and went towards the punch that fell.

"The background is profound, but it is too confident."

The magical body dropped a punch, and flames ignited in all directions, shining starlight.

Bursts of heavy primordial thoughts entered Lu Jing's mind, trying to crush Lu Jing's primordial spirit.

The sword energy rises from Bishan Mountain, and establishes Qingfeng again!

The lion seal of Fanri's Dharma body enveloped Lu Jing's body, but there was another sword aura that was as heavy as a mountain rising sharply.

The surging vitality melted into the sword light, and merged into the lion seal, colliding with that circle!
Rumble!
There was an explosion.

The vitality wrapped in the magical body and Lu Jingruo's breeze-like sword light dissipated and turned into a thick mist.

They covered up their tracks.

Lu Jing stood on the palm of Fanri's dharma body, with one hundred and eight sword intents standing beside him.

The sword intent is heavy and overwhelming.

Lu Jing, who was unaware at first, suddenly turned around.

But he saw a huge palm of vitality suddenly hit him behind him.

At the same time, a magical power appeared, and a stream of vitality turned into an anaconda. The anaconda bared its sharp fangs and bit Lu Jing.

The anaconda is too huge, perhaps more than ten feet high, if it bites into the void around Lu Jing, even Fanri Dharma Body will be bitten off most of it!
This is where the tyranny of a supernatural monk lies.

But Lu Jing was dressed in white, and the 72 mountains of sword intent around him ebbed and flowed one after another. With the vibration of the white deer, the [-] mountains of sword intent behind him became extremely towering in an instant, cutting off the power of the water. origin.

"This supernatural power with vitality like a python comes from Nanzhao Kingdom."

Lu Jing's eyes flickered, but his figure was wrapped in sword energy, and he stood upright with a mountain of sword intent under his feet. In this extremely short moment, Lu Jing's body was raised by twenty feet.

"This palm is sneaky and supernatural, and it is not the right way."

Stars fell from the sky, and the fate of Dou Xingguan set off quietly.

In just a split second, when starlight poured into Lu Jing's eyes, Lu Jing could clearly see the ghostly aura circulating in that huge handprint.

While the sword intent was rising, suddenly a ray of righteousness burst out from Lu Jing's body, and it fell into the white deer's hand.

A golden light surged all over his body, and in the high mountain of sword intent under his feet, there was actually a huge meaning hidden, like a sage lying in the mountain, preaching and teaching.

The sword intent under his feet changed again, and it was blessed on the white deer in his hand. The white deer brought a golden brilliance, meandering away, going straight to the sky, rolling up wind and waves, and calling torrential rain.

That is, the two supernatural powers of storm and rainstorm are mixed with bursts of arrogance.

The White Deer Sword was also like a swift and fierce aurora, piercing the ghostly handprint.

"Worthy of being the number one scribe, a young scribe who attracted the attention of his master."

The magical body has deep eyes, and the Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou, who lives in it, has sensed the surging arrogance mixed with Lu Jing's sword-like mountain, and his eyes are very dignified.

"Even if the primordial spirit is seriously injured, it can still summon the strange power in the White Deer Sword to fend off the enemy... The White Deer is a famous sword in the world. Among the young men in the world, perhaps only Lu Jing can completely control the White Deer."

The magical body scattered the cloud of vitality, and the ghostly majestic handprint dissipated in an instant.

Even though Yuxuanlou in the Divine Ability Dharma Body was more advanced than Lu Jing, he still couldn't meet Lu Jing's Haoran Sword Qi with his ghost aura.

I saw the supernatural body dissipating the mahamudra, and the eyes suddenly shone with golden light. The golden light shone down and melted into the vitality, and it turned out to be a Buddha sitting cross-legged on a lotus throne.

The Buddha closed his eyes, and the Buddha's own light shone down from the Buddha's body. Standing behind the Buddha with supernatural powers, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Lu Jing.

The same is true for the phantom of the Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

Following the sound of the Buddha's chant, the Buddha also bowed to Lu Jing with lightning speed.

With just one prostration, a wave of high-spirited Buddhist and spiritual thoughts swept across, turning into countless threads, and then turning into hundreds of Buddhist monks, reciting the Buddha's name towards Lu Jing.

"Facing the right way against the right way, we can see who is stronger and who is weaker."

The original ghost energy in the supernatural body has dissipated, replaced by a piece of Buddha's light.

Ripples appeared from many Buddha names, and the peak of sword energy mixed with wind and rain soared up to the sky, and collided with these ripples. In an instant, vitality soared, the mountains not far away were broken, rocks splashed, and even a sword energy fell directly on the ground. Mountain stream, cut off the water.

"Supernatural powers from other countries, evil ways, Buddhist ways..."

Lu Jing's thoughts flickered, but he didn't hesitate at all when he shot.

The sword energy rises from Bishan Mountain, and hundreds of peaks are erected.

At this time, the white deer in Lu Jing's hand seemed to have come alive completely, and the white deer turned into a sword light.

Lu Jing held a ten-foot sword light, and when the clouds cleared, the scorching sun shone brightly.

Fuguang sword energy merged into the sword energy from Bishan.

Lu Jing controlled the sword energy as bright as the sun, and jumped lightly.

The sword energy brought up a mighty long wind.

Between the roar of sword energy, eight syllables roared.

Hiding in the clouds and mists, Yuxuanlou's supernatural body frowned slightly, turned around suddenly, and a divine sense flew up into the sky, turning into a divine wheel. The divine wheel rotated rapidly and cut through the void, but it caught the coming with the sword light very accurately. Lu Jing!
Zheng!
The sword energy rises from Bishan, and Bishan is like jade, mixed with Fuguang sword energy.

Fuguang sword energy was cut off by that divine wheel!
The supernatural dharma body constructed of clouds and mist is divided into two parts, one dharma figure controls the divine wheel, while the other dharma body reaches into the void and draws a round of jade seals from it.

This jade seal is a treasure of the primordial spirit. The magical body stretched out his palm, and the jade seal went away in the wind, and suddenly turned into a phantom of a mountain, coming towards Lu Jing to suppress it.

Everything around is roaring.

The [-] high mountains of sword intent around Lu Jing were suppressed by the heavy jade seal vitality and began to disintegrate.

When others see this, they will all sigh at the many means of the mysterious magical body and the power of the treasure!

Primordial spirit monks practiced to the state of shining stars, and their methods became unpredictable.

But the master of this supernatural body has learned a lot, and has dabbled in all kinds of mysterious supernatural powers, and the jade seal in front of him is probably a third-rank treasure.

He came here hiding his identity and wanted to crush Lu Jing's primordial spirit. If not, he might have come up with more mysterious treasures!
The jade seal is like a collapsing mountain, rolling towards Lu Jing.

The divine wheel not far away had completely devoured Lu Jing's Fu Guang Jian Qi.

The supernatural power, the Dharma body, and the divine sense are in charge of the jade seal, but there is brilliance in his eyes.

"Mr. Lu Jing, if you don't leave the city today, Nan Fengmian will be injured, and you won't have to go through this murder!"

"In Taixuanjing, you can't follow your heart in everything, and sometimes you have to compromise. Only in this way can you live longer!"

Yuyin suppressed it, and Lu Jing seemed to be completely unable to make the slightest movement.

The surrounding [-] mountains of sword intent have almost completely collapsed.

Mysterious auras suddenly erupted from Taixuanjing, the auras locked in the air, covering the library, as if trying to stop the strong men in the library from making a move.

Luo Shubai sat cross-legged in the small pavilion, frowning as he looked at the phantom in front of him that hadn't dissipated.

The phantom still retains the aura of the black robe and sword armor, and it also reflects the scene in the mountains.

"Mr. Lu Jing is in danger..."

Luo Shubai didn't know if the Xuanyi sword armor closest to Lu Jing would make a move.

Madman Chu glanced at him, as if he had seen through Luo Shubai's thoughts.

"These people are too stupid. They think that the lame old immortal can block Mr. Chess Watch. They don't even know that I'm still in this library."

A divine thought came quietly, and Madman Chu's voice was low and contemptuous.

When Madman Chu was running his divine sense, he even turned his head sideways to look at the cultivation tower in the distance.

The windows on the fifth floor of the cultivation tower suddenly opened.

From the window, a piece of straw paper floated out, burned in the void, and disappeared in an instant.

rumbling...

A sound of thunder exploded in the sky.

The strange divine sense that originally enveloped the library is still hanging high in the sky, but seeing the sky above the Su Mansion, it is like a thunder snake entrenched, and countless thunderbolts emerge.

Luo Shubai originally followed the madman Chu's eyes to look at the self-cultivation tower, and seeing a mysterious strong man in the self-cultivation tower make a move, he thought that the mysterious strong man in the self-cultivation tower would rescue Lu Jing.

But he never thought that the seemingly ordinary piece of straw paper summoned the thunder, but it only hovered over the Seventh Prince's Jiansu Mansion, and never even landed.

"And why?" Luo Shu's brows were filled with some doubts.

The madman Chu on the side smiled casually, and his spiritual thoughts flowed in an instant: "Mr. Guanqi will not make a move, but some people want to bully the small with big ones. In addition, Mr. Guanqi's mentality has become more desireless recently, so he doesn't stick to it." In many rules."

"The old cripple in the seventh prince's mansion thought that as long as the strong man in the library didn't make a move, even if Lu Jing didn't die this time, he would still be stripped of his skin.

But...he has been limping for too long, and his heart is full of hatred for Han Jun, covering his heart like a cloud of mist.

The old cripple hasn't even taken a close look at Lu Jing these days.

Luo Shubai's expressions were the same: "Could Mr. Lu Jing be able to..."

Chu Kuangren held the green jade stick and thought to himself: "He is the real pride of heaven."

"Emperor Chongtian didn't take a wrong step during his spiritual tide, but he was still defeated.

But today, with Lu Jing, he made a mistake.

Lu Jing shouldn't be a pawn to kill the immortal! "

But ten interest time.

One hundred and eight mountains of sword energy were almost completely crushed by the Yuanshen Jade Seal treasure.

Lu Jing's body was still unable to move.

The supernatural power dharma body that was divided into two merged into one again, a divine thought controlled the treasure, but the supernatural power dharma body itself held the vitality wheel.

The ten-foot supernatural Dharma Body is extremely majestic, and when he looked down at Lu Jing, a little lightness flashed in his eyes in an instant.

Lu Jing... This mere seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is a boulder in the heart of the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou.

Now he may not pose any threat to the Seventh Prince, but Lu Jing is a peerless arrogance, and he will eventually grow up.

If one day, Lu Jing also grows into an unrivaled powerhouse, the hatred from the past will also turn from a boulder into a mountain, and press down on the Seventh Prince.

Because of this, when the Seventh Prince held the wheel of God and was about to destroy Lu Jingyuanshen.

In the eyes of the magical body, some joy flashed again.

"Some people in Taixuanjing will eventually make mistakes, and once they make a mistake, it will be forever.

Nan Fengmian made a mistake, you walked out of Taixuanjing to block him.

But in this way, you also made a mistake, and making a mistake... has a price. "

Sitting in the Jiansu mansion, Yuxuanlou saw the thunder hanging in the sky. Although he didn't know the meaning of the thunder, he still felt that the confrontation between him and Lu Jing had come to an end.

In his double pupils, Lu Jing, who was standing in the void and suppressed by the jade seal, was reflected.

The light of the divine wheel pierced straight to Lu Jing's primordial spirit.

In the eyes of the Seventh Prince, Lu Jing kept his head down, but when the light shone on Lu Jing, the White Deer Sword in Lu Jing's hand suddenly moved!
Among the one hundred and eight mountains of sword intent, only one mountain remained.

That mountain of sword intent suddenly burst into light, and the sword intent that had collapsed around it also turned into streams of light, falling on the remaining mountain of sword intent.

In the sky above the high mountain of sword intent, a round of Dongjun's great sun appeared, reflecting the entire high mountain.

The high mountain was also reflected in Yuxuan Tower's heavy pupils, and there was a strange imprint on the high mountain.

"This is……"

Yuxuanlou's double pupil moved.

Xuanyi Jianjia, who had already been covered by the clouds, also waved his sleeves to disperse the clouds at this moment.

He is also looking at that mountain of sword intent!
"Guanghan seal?"

"And... Lu Jing just saw me strike a sword, and seemed to have realized the essence of the sword Qiqi Bishan."

There are one hundred and eight sword intents, one hundred and eight kinds of changes, one hundred and eight kinds of sword moves, each change and sword move are true, but the first one hundred and seven kinds of sword intents are all for raising the last one. sword.

Because of this, the Xuanyi Sword Armor's sword aura rose from Bishan, and it seemed that there was only one sword.

Yuxuanlou seemed to have noticed something.

Lu Jing had already raised his head, and the scorching sun in the sky, the vitality around him, and the sword power in his heart all fell into the White Deer Sword in his hand.

A sword flew across the sky, and the jade seal flew upside down.

The supernatural power body was locked and suppressed by that sword intent, and Yu Xuanlou realized that something was wrong, and was about to pull away the divine thoughts in it and dissipate the supernatural power.

But he heard Lu Jing's voice coming leisurely.

"Seventh prince, you came here hiding your identity, but you showed what you have learned, thinking that you can kill me."

"Just like what the Seventh Prince said, there are always people in Taixuanjing who will make mistakes, but the Seventh Prince is not a sage, and you... have made mistakes today!"

bang...

A flash of sword energy suddenly landed on the divine sense within.

That divine sense can control such a mysterious supernatural body, how can it be an ordinary divine mind?
When that divine sense was struck by sword energy...

Seeing the pain in the eyes of the Seventh Prince in the Su Mansion, he closed his eyes and let out a muffled snort.

A few breaths of time passed.

When he opened his eyes again, blood flowed from them.

See the double pupils that the Seventh Prince is proud of in Su Mansion...

injured.

(End of this chapter)