Xiuxian is like this

Lu Bei disappeared in place, he was stunned when he heard that Bubu was sad and hopeful, and his spiritual sense and perception spread all over the place, trying his best to find the location of Lu Bei.

Thousands of meters away, the golden light has nowhere to hide.

In the picture of Wen Bubei turning around slowly, the golden light leaps a thousand meters, Lu Bei holds the two masters in his hands, sweeps across the golden light with his legs, and kicks heavily on Wen Bubei's increasingly surprised face.

The body was elongated, and Wen Bubei tilted his head sideways in mid-air, trying to turn his gaze to look at Lu Bei, but the two were in the same frame but not in the same frame, and only realized that he had been kicked after flying out.

The distant mountains rumbled up dust.

Lu Bei let out a low cry, and the palm of his palm carried a dazzling white light. The terrifying energy fluctuations shattered the void around him, and two white pillars of sword light erupted from his palm, bombarding the cliff and deep valley in an instant, like a raging torrent that burst a dike, submerging Pang Buchu and The body of the sword is not light.

Hiss! ! !

The black crack was torn open in mid-air, and the two incomplete bodies fell into the void, and slowly closed with the crack, completely disappearing.

"I'm mad at me too!"

Meng Buwei jumped into a rage, roaring and retreating while holding the long sword in his hand, a few dodges came to the mountainside where the junior brother was buried, and stared at Lu Bei from a distance, panting heavily.

Lu Bei frowned and ignored it. There was no prompt to kill or defeat on the personal panel, indicating that the battle was not over yet.

The advantage of the realm is difficult to wipe out. He can beat Lianxu with basic attributes and skills, but he lacks effective means to annihilate his spirit and will, and he can be defeated but not killed.

It's very annoying!

Lu Bei spat bitterly. He didn't care about his superiority, he only knew that if he could fight, he would be able to kill. It wasn't that the opponent's realm was too strong, but that his basic attributes and skills were not yet in place.

This started to kill people, he didn't believe it, the Immortal Sword Intent brushed to 9/9, deleted the residual characters behind, the output damage was pulled to [-]%, and the soul of the Void Refining Realm could still resist it!

Even if he could, he would definitely not be able to withstand the second punch.

Thinking of this, he fixed his eyes on the remaining two masters. The first two didn't show their sword intent after touching for a long time. These two...

Oh, one of them fought while retreating, he was a decent swordsman, and the other one had few talents and strong sword intent, and he would definitely be able to learn new skills.

"Two senior sisters, the one with the loud voice..."

"Who is that, what's your name?"

Chapter 241 Three Yuan Sword Formation

Faced with Lu Bei's almost humiliating question, Meng Buwei's face turned ashen and did not answer, and he tried to take out the sword given by Mei Wangsu with his backhand.

Hold back, it's not time to show your cards.

Bang!

The gravel splashed, Wen Bubei climbed up from the ruins with a swollen face, and flew to Meng Buwei's side, expressing his admiration for Lu Bei's astonishing speed.

"Junior Brother Wen, the enemy is not worth bragging about, he just killed Junior Brother Chang and Junior Sister Pang!" Meng Buwei gritted his teeth with a sullen face.

"I and other sword cultivators can only pursue the word of swordsmanship in their whole life. Brothers and sisters can die under the swordsmanship that they have pursued all their lives. It is expected that they are extremely happy." Wen Bubei nodded calmly, saying that there is no regret in death.

Meng Buwei was so angry that he glared at his junior brother, puffing smoke from his nostrils, his eyes stared like copper bells.

"It's just talking, big brother, don't take it seriously."

Wen Bubei stretched out one hand, palm together with five fingers, the sword intent strengthened the sword body, and plunged straight into the void.

With a hissing sound, he tore through the space in front of him, and dragged out the broken bodies of Tabuqing and Pangbuchu.

It's so miserable, the sword body is useless.

Meng Buwei's heart skipped a beat, and he thought about it, secretly thinking that there is no danger, although the two of them were physically injured and their hearts and souls were broken, they were not saved.

"No, the enemy is in front of us, but we shouldn't put senior brothers and sisters in danger."

Wen Bubei frowned, and under Meng Buwei's dumbfounded gaze, he pushed back and sent the two seriously injured households into the void.

"Junior brother, you... what are you doing?" Meng Buwei's scalp was numb, and his whole body was not feeling well.

"The enemy's sword intent is not inferior to me, and they have supernatural powers and other immortal arts. If I bring my brothers and sisters to fight, not only will they not be able to save their lives, but in all likelihood, you and I will join in." Wen Bubei has reason and evidence. explained.

Because it was so reasonable, Meng Buwei couldn't find anything wrong with it, so he could only stare blankly.

"Eldest brother, don't be upset, I'm just telling the truth, and besides, the senior brother and sister got a blessing in disguise, the elder brother should be happy for them."

Wen Bubei said enviously: "As far as I know, senior brothers and sisters are suffering from lack of talent, and the practice of sword body is quite difficult, and they haven't made any progress for many years. Today, the two of them were severely injured by the sword intent, and the sword body was damaged. Why didn't they just break it and then stand up again? If only I had the chance."

Shut up if you can't speak!

Meng Buwei snorted coldly, Mingren didn't speak secretly, and like other senior brothers, he didn't like junior juniors either.In addition to jealousy, there is another very important reason, these geniuses who think they are very humorous, often talking can kill people.

Senior brother, today the master is out on errands, let me teach you sword intent, by the way, do you know what sword intent is?

It's okay, isn't everyone like this?

Senior brother, don't be sad, look at your sword, there is still a lot of room for improvement.

Senior brother, speak up!

Listen, are these human words? If it wasn't because he couldn't beat him, he would have turned his back on him long ago!

The more Meng Buwei thought about it, the more angry he became, he gritted his teeth and said: "Since the younger brother is so envious, I will leave it to you to deal with the nephew Lin. I will stand up for you and resist the other two nephews, lest they disturb your elegant mood."

"It's time for you, senior brother."

Wen Bubei was overjoyed when he heard the words, and stepped out to the sky above the cliff, holding three white light spots in the palm of his hand, and they spun around.

"Nephew's speed is astonishing. I don't think I'm an opponent. However, the intent of the sword is in the front. It's really unbearable. I have created a three-element sword array. If nephew doesn't mind..."

"I hate it, I hate it very much!"

Lu Bei charged violently, the golden light shone, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and the fist was wrapped with immortal sword intent, hitting Wen Bubei's face directly.

He has no interest in the three-element sword formation or anything like that. What's wrong with the speed of the gods? The practice of fighting is to use the strong to rule the weak, and the good to win the bad. If you want him to fight fairly, there is no way.

Terrifying giant force sunken the air and pulled the arc, and before Wen Bubei could react, the fist was deeply buried in his face.

Click!

The sword sounded crisply, and Wen Bubei turned into an iron sword and flew upside down in the air, exploding a large piece of iron filings, leaving behind dense potholes where gunpowder smoke lingered for a long time after landing.

Lu Bei raised his brows, his golden eyes looked to the left and right, and there was a Wen Bubei beside him, with the same body shape, appearance, and momentum, and the three white spots on his palm were exactly the same.

"Nephew, don't be impatient. I'll tell you what the Three-Yuan Sword Formation is. It's not too late to fight after you've heard it."

The two Wen Bubei spoke one after another, and as soon as they spoke, the third figure condensed out of thin air: "In ancient arts, 60 years is a period of time. Yuan. 180 years is the change of heaven and earth, and it goes round and round to form three yuan..."

"Essence has form, heaven, earth, and man. The sky has three names, the sun, the moon, and the stars; the earth has three names, mountains, rivers, and soil; and people have three names, father, mother, and son..."

"Following this, it is called infinity."

The more Wen Bubei talked, the happier he was. He explained the theory of the sword formation he created himself, and he explained it clearly word by word for fear that Lu Bei would not be able to understand. Finally, he said: "This formation has a very high intention, and I am only average. Heaven, earth, and man are the three elements, and the foundation of the formation is the three sword intents of Changchong, Poxiao, and Wuliang. I am ashamed to say that the fundamental reason for creating the formation is that it is too difficult to integrate the three sword intents, and it takes a lot of effort to control. It is difficult to hold the sword for a long time, and there is no way to defeat the enemy, so we found another way to create the three-element sword array."

"Ah this..."

Lu Bei scratched his head when he heard this, he thought he was a remote genius who didn't talk too much, the kind with no emotional intelligence, but he never expected that this guy turned out to be a chatterbox, and he even brought his own commentary to sell himself.

In this insidious and cunning world of cultivating immortals, everyone can't shout out their moves. There are really not many honest people like Wen Bubei.

"My nephew's sword intent is tyrannical, and it must consume a lot of mind. You should understand my difficulty in creating the formation..."

Speaking of this, Wen Bubei sighed, then straightened his face, and said loudly: "Although Patriarch's Immortal Nine Swords are good, they are not suitable for us descendants. There are so many amazingly talented sword cultivators in the millennium. , no one has learned all the nine swords is an ironclad proof. The patriarch's way is not going to work, it is only suitable for him. If we want to achieve something in the way of swords, we must innovate, otherwise it is a waste of talent, no matter how strong it is, the immortal sword master two."

My good fellow, you are such a talker, yet you still have such ambitions!

Lu Bei's expression froze when he heard this, and he deeply admired Wen Bubei's ambition, but he had no blood in his heart. He didn't have Wen Bubei, nor did he have the heart to ask swords like Baijin and Zhanhongqu. , he never thought about it.

What happened to the second Immortal Sword Master, it sounds very imposing!

Besides, what's the problem with following other people's way? There is a saying that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants took advantage of the shade.

The two had different ideas and had no common language at all. The more Wen Bubei spoke, the more excited he became, and his blood boiled with enthusiasm. Lu Bei felt that he was very noisy, and when he blasted out with a sword fist, the scorching white beam smashed him into iron filings all over the sky. .

"Nephew, blame me for talking too much. I think you can't hold back when you see Lie Xinxi, so let's stop wasting time immediately!" Next, start the three-element sword array directly.

buzzing-

Surrounded by the sword wheel, the billowing sword energy roared, piercing the sky.

Three giant swords holding the sky rose from the ground, taking a step further on the basis of the power of the world, splitting the world and forming a world of its own.

In the formation, the sword aura of the azure world is boundless, and only the ear-piercing exchanges of gold and iron can be heard. Countless sharp sword lights are exchanged, filled with sword intent, and the swords are connected.

Lu Beiren is in the formation, like fish in the sea, looking around the world, there are materialized sword-like sharpness.The space is frozen, and it is difficult to move an inch. It takes a lot of effort to swing the sword light in front of you with a fist, and you feel like you have a whole world on your shoulders.

The frozen small world formed itself, and it was impossible to tear apart the space to escape. The sword light came endlessly, and the sword intent burst out and stings the skin when it was wiped out. After a while, Lu Bei was ground into a blood man.

He secretly thought of trouble, if he knew that the sword formation was so weird, he shouldn't have rushed to do it just now, and sacrificed the red song to kill the spirit of the sword formation.

Great!

The good news is that under the impact of countless sword lights, the experience of sword body increases gradually, just like entering the practice room.

Still the kind of whore.

Only the sword intent can counteract the sword intent, but Lu Bei didn't want to do so much. It could be seen that Wen Bubei set up this big formation just to observe his sword intent.

This is very bad, the double standard means that I can prostitute you for free, but I absolutely can’t if you prostitute for free.

Taking a look at the experience of the eye sword body soaring, Lu Bei decided to endure it, wait for the increase to slow down, or just stop moving, and then zoom in and attack the center of the eye.

You Wen Bubei explained in detail, he had a basic understanding of the structure of the formation, and the three phantoms with sword intent could be cut endlessly. It is Wen Bubei's deity.

"Martial nephew, hurry up and draw your sword!"

Unable to see Lu Bei's sword intent, Wen Bubei was quite impatient, and turned his hands to suppress the power of heaven and earth, bombarding Lu Bei with all the pressure of the whole world, and a large red mist exploded with a bang.

……

Outside the formation, Meng Buwei, who was in charge of covering, was in danger.

With the lessons learned from Tabuqing and Pang Buchu, Meng Buwei refused to fight Lu Bei. Once Huashen defeated Lianxu, he was still Dzogchen, revealing weirdness everywhere, and it was definitely not a wise choice to fight Lu Bei.

Zhanhongqu and Baijin are different. Ignoring the unreasonable swordsmanship talent, the rest is still reasonable. He is one against two. With the advantage of being two hundred years older, he is powerful enough to firmly suppress the two of them. .

Then he was suppressed by the two, to the left, the Changchong Sword Intent honed for many years lost to Bai Jinqing Chulan, and to the right, the two Sword Intents merged to cut the red song, and it was even more difficult to take advantage.

Stretched left and right, quite embarrassing.

dying!

You martial nephews, how can you not respect the [-]-year-old senior uncle?

Meng Buwei couldn't figure it out, the same senior brother, Lin Yu in the sword formation was tyrannical and unreasonable, even fighting three elders, but he was so old that he lived like a dog, and it was hard to beat two senior nephews.

It shouldn't be, big brother is not like this.

Chapter 242

Zheng——

The sound of the sword was high, and the three-foot sword edge swept across the magnificent sword power.

Bai Jin handed out a sword, pointed directly at the weak point of the sword net, and knocked out Meng Buwei's protective sword light with one blow.Zhan Hongqu followed closely, and the domineering sword intent surged out angrily. They collided in the air and swung away the long sword in Meng Buwei's hand.

The sword intentions of the two cooperated tacitly, and the long sword in their hands was handed out, and it was instantly connected, dazzling and flickering, like a big net covering the sky, covering Meng Buwei in it for a moment.

In an instant, sword energy reverberated around, and black and white light flickered in midair, as if tens of thousands of people were fighting at this moment.

The extremely powerful and terrifying sword curtain enveloped the whole body, pushing forward layer by layer, and there was nowhere to hide. The dimness of the sword intent was suppressed to a horrible degree.

The impact of the white sword soul shocked Meng Buwei, who was physically and mentally unstable, loosened the long sword in his hand, and was thrown into the sky by the chopped red song.

not good!

Two long swords, one black and one white, slashed at him, his eyes shrank suddenly due to the pain of the cold, Meng Buwei's scalp tightened, and he didn't care much about the critical moment, he opened his mouth and spit out a black iron sword.

The sword peak is like a needle, soaring in the air, and the tyrannical sword intent suddenly scatter, distorting the surrounding space, and the shock and ripples are comparable to turbulent waves.

Zhan Hongqu's heart shuddered, and he realized that the iron sword belonged to the elder of Tianjianzong, so he drew back and held the sword in front of him.

At the same time, he did not forget to give Bai Jin a hand to take him away from the sharp edge temporarily.

The fierce sword intent swept the wind and clouds, and as soon as it appeared, there was a violent and incomparable sword force piercing out, one divided into two, two divided into four, four changed into eight... In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Hongguang great swords rolled down like a waterfall.

The huge sword power is far from being able to be stopped by the Void Refining Realm, especially the condensed and undissipated sword intent, which carries the power of heaven and earth, making every sword light have incomparably terrifying destructive power.

For a moment, the surrounding air froze.

The sword's force easily tore through the small world, like a bamboo, nothing can stop it.

Seeing this, Bai Jin showed no panic on her face. She raised her hand to press on her waist and released the black jade sword pendant on her waist.