Xiuxian is like this

Jiang Biehe sensed Chang Qingyu's fear, and thoughtfully told her to back down. The spirit butterfly waved the strong wind, shrunk her body down to a mustard seed, and sent her away in the blink of an eye...

Did not send away.

The name Jiang Biehe was too young, and Lu Bei couldn't believe him, so he grabbed Chang Qingyu's shoulder, opened his mouth, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Fellow Daoist's ability to hide people and store things is really brilliant, let's talk about it some other day."

Jiang Biehe praised him aloud, he didn't get angry when his hot face was put on his cold butt, he pointed to the opposite side and said, "One for each, fellow daoists please first."

Lu Bei looked at Qiu Yuan, and then at the unknown and mysterious tomb keeper. He took the iron sword in his hand, and pointed the sword at the tomb keeper from a distance.

Qiu Yuan and Jiang Biehe are fellow villagers, and the two despicable locals must have a lot of tears to confide in. As a foreigner, he should exchange opinions with foreigners both emotionally and rationally.

Moreover, this mysterious tomb keeper is full of arrogance, and he can pretend at first sight.

Squeeze the soft ones first, and earn the experience that can be earned.

"As a fellow daoist, I have blind eyes. I didn't expect you to be so accurate in seeing people. You picked the strongest one for me."

Jiang Biehe nodded, and his expression became serious: "Fellow Daoist, make a quick decision, Qu He has a strong body, remember to come and save me first."

After saying that, he patted his fingers towards Qiu Yuan, turned around and patted his own buttocks, and plunged into the void.

The method of enmity can be described as sober and refined in the Mahayana period, which made Lu Bei deeply feel that he was a confidant, thinking that he and Jiang Biehe would have a lot of common topics.

Think about it or forget it, it's too unlucky to break the name.

Clang——

Their gazes collided again, and the endless sword intent roared and stirred all directions, and they collided thousands of times with the rock-solid will in an instant.

The sound of explosions is endless.

The mysterious grave keeper shredded the void with his five fingers and opened up a battlefield.

Lu Bei leaned back, his strange strength shattered the void, and he fell into the darkness and walked towards the grave guard.

One step out, the golden light is vertical and horizontal.

The iron sword curled up with infinite sharpness, condensed a thread of hair, cut everything invincible, and landed on the shoulder of the tomb guard with a sound.

The big sword slashed down obliquely, releasing the boundless shady scene with a bang.

A sword was cut out, and the two passed by.

Lu Bei slowly raised the iron sword, looking at the broken sword, his heart skipped a beat.

It's so tough, although he didn't use Dao Yun, but the strength of the Immortal Sword Intent is undoubted, and he couldn't break through the opponent's defense...

What level of tortoise shell is this? Where did the old bastard of ten thousand years come from? He couldn't be Xuanwu, could he?

"Sword cultivator, your sword is broken."

The void vibrated, and thunder exploded.

The tomb keeper turned around, his shoulders and arms were torn, his clothes were torn, and the weathered dust was flying away.

The pale golden eyes were indifferent and calm, as if to say that this sword was not even qualified for him to face it squarely.

Where did the muscular guy actually dare to pretend to be aggressive in front of the suzerain!

Lu Bei threw down the iron sword, raised his fists, and the sword pillar soared into the sky: "It doesn't matter, just hit with your fists."

"Oh, sword cultivators use fists?"

Chapter 727 Your opponent is me

There is nothing wrong with sword cultivators using fists.

One word of Tao can understand everything, and after comprehending the rhyme of Tao, the supernatural means will not stick to one.

Often, there is no difference between a sword and a fist.

What the gravekeeper was curious about was that Lu Bei possessed the world's first-class sword intent, and he was undoubtedly a top sword cultivator at the level of a master of swordsmanship. Such a character is extremely sword-spirited, and without a sword in his hand, his strength will definitely be weakened by [-]%.

Even a sword can't break it, let alone a pair of fists.

The so-called punching with fists is a bit exaggerated.

Clang——

Lu Bei looked at no one in his eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he walked slowly in the void.

The sword light airflow bloomed, and white lotuses swayed under his feet.

The pace seems to be slow but fast, and every time you take a step, it seems that you have resorted to the method of moving and transporting.

Only the surging sword intent was dignified step by step, and when he came to the tomb guard, the boiling sword intent was hard to suppress and reached the peak that can be achieved so far.

The horizontal punching edge is really like a sharp sword out of its sheath, the light is dazzling, dazzling, and the sword edge is invincible.

"Hey, this..."

The tomb guard looked sideways, not knowing how to describe this sword, or this punch.

Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and the golden pupils under the mask showed a startled brilliance for the first time.

The sword light disappeared, almost to the point where he could no longer see it.

not good!

As the sword edge approached, the tomb guard's alarm bell rang loudly. Without thinking too much, he pushed his hands on his chest and blasted at the source of the crisis.

boom! ! !

A beam of light burst out, rushing towards the end of the void.

The moment the gravekeeper raised his hand, severe pain hit his limbs and bones, and his internal organs were overwhelmed, and it was generally impossible to feel it when it evaporated.

He flew upside down, and he didn't know how far he flew before barely stopping.

The cracks in the painted face mask were cracked, and the pale golden eyes were full of dignity.

The gravekeeper patted the fiery fist mark on his chest: "Yes, this blow is enough to hurt me, what about you, how many times can your body carry sword intent?"

He had never heard of such a powerful sword intent before, and while wondering where the Jiang family brought the reinforcements, he concluded that Lu Bei's physical body could not bear it.

After all, people have limits.

The white light breaks the dawn and dissolves the dense darkness.

The tomb keeper's eyes danced with golden light, his breath was rhythmic, he displayed his blood magic powers, strengthened his own perception, and infinitely slowed down the flow of time around him.

At this moment, he was faster than Lu Bei.

boom! ! !

The black figure flew upside down, and the mask was bathed in sword light, crackling into powder.

The gravekeeper raised his hand to touch the sword wound on his cheek, and there was a hint of disbelief in his solemn eyes.

He clearly saw it, why was he still a step behind?

Lu Bei stopped his figure, and brought the honor of the tombkeeper into his eyes. With a wide mouth and lion nose, wide face and big ears, wild hair and shawls hanging down, not to mention extremely ugly, but it is also beginning to take human form.

Lu Bei looked at the golden mane stretched out on the face of the tomb guard, and frowned, "Monster?"

Not only a demon clan, but also a demon king without a form.

The demon king of the Mahayana period, who is about to ascend and has not yet transformed, one can imagine how powerful the blood of the opponent is. From Lu Bei's shallow common sense in the world of cultivating immortals, he only knows that Little Snake, who has the blood of the Soaring Snake, has the same potential.

The mask was knocked off, and the tomb guard simply put it off, let out a low growl, and his body cracked and fried beans, rising to a height of three meters.

With lion hair and shawls, long and slender ears standing upright, the eyes of a humanoid beast are ferocious, the bloody mouth spews hot steam, and the golden canine teeth are extremely eye-catching.

He shook his sore neck: "The Yaozu is indeed a Yaozu, but I have nothing to do with the Wanyao Kingdom, and King Yan will not leave you with such an obvious handle... Forget it, it's useless to talk, anyway, you are already Dying people."

He pushed out with a cross arm, and the muscular arms flashed a pale golden light, as indestructible as a Buddhist golden body.

The front of the fist tore through the turbulent flow of the void, with domineering aura, spanning several miles, and it instantly hit Lu Bei's chest.

Remnant erase.

Lu Bei turned into a golden light and arrived behind the tomb guard. He swung his arm and raised his three fingers together, using the method of three extremes of bitterness to penetrate the strange power of the Taiyin, the sun and the shaking characters.

When the fingertips touch the golden light, the faint light and shadow are blurred.

One blow failed to break through the defense, so startled that Lu Bei pulled away and walked away, dodging the three-meter beast's counterattack bear hug.

What kind of monster is it? The body is so tyrannical. Even if it is a monster, it is a bit outrageous.

Lu Bei squinted his eyes slightly, and there were two groups of golden flames dancing in the white eyes without eyes. In his sight, the tomb guard was a group of human-shaped golden flames, full of explosive destructive power like a volcano.

But he really couldn't tell what species it was.

Just when Lu Bei guessed the tomb guard's heel, the latter raised one hand, flicked his five fingers, his sharp claws burst into ear-piercing sonic booms, and the golden blade cut through the darkness, stretching down like a sword to vent thousands of miles.

Five beams of golden light slashed, one of which went straight to Lu Bei's position.

The golden sword energy opened the magnificent curtain, and the remaining rays of light distorted the void and ignited an extremely hot sea of ​​flames.

Lu Bei was far away, and could still feel the heat wave blowing on his face.

This flame, he has seen...

twice.

The first time I met my cousin, the Zombie King played the same type of corpse fire, and the second time it was Ji Han, the golden corpse poison fire body protection, which can be attacked, retreated or defended, and it is difficult to touch.

"So that's it, it's a zombie, not a monster."

Lu Bei twitched his lips. During these Mahayana periods, there was not a single truth in his mouth, and farting was a conspiracy.

Zombies are zombies, pretending to be monsters, I'm not afraid to make a fuss for King Yan, and attract the siege and interception of the Holy Land of the human race.

Oh, Emperor Ji has long been unhappy with King Yan, and has always supported the Jiang family's royal family.

That's fine.

"Hide and hide, where is the third punch? Is your physical body unable to support it?"

The tomb guard was bathed in golden flames, and raised the phantom of the roaring beast with both hands. Lu Bei's eyes were sharp, and he could see some afterimages of unicorns in the hazy phantom.

The corpse of the Yaozu, and then turned into a zombie?

Lu Bei was in a daze, and after finally clearing his thoughts, he immediately became confused. Knowing that he lacked common sense, he simply stopped thinking about it. At the invitation of the tomb guard, he turned into an afterimage and rushed into the sea of ​​flames, with fist marks hitting his hideous face .

"Come..."

Bang! ! !

Some gaps can't be changed by just talking, slow is slow, and the truth will not be distorted due to personal subjective will.

The zombie gravekeeper clamored for the third punch, begging for a hammer, and really caught it with his face.

Lu Bei's figure flashed for a moment, and at the moment when he flew upside down, he cast a shadow across his body, pointed his hands together to form a sword, and used the two Taoist rhymes of Changchong and Yuanran as the front to cut through the indestructible flesh of the zombie.

Then the two palms were clapped out, and the four forces of Taiyin, Sun, Thunder, and Storm rushed in one after another.

The sun and the sun are twisting, the yin and yang are swimming, and all things are carrying the yin and embracing the yang, stirring up thunder and storms against disorder.

Lu Bei revises a new big move, based on Dao Yun, and uses the method of the wheel of life and death to create yin and yang, control life and death, and deprive the body of the tomb guard's primordial spirit.

then……

Yuanshen was not found.

"Jie Jie Jie-"

The tomb keeper turned around ferociously, and with five fingers catapulted his sharp claws, tearing down his chest.

The golden light flashed, and the two looked at each other silently, one was dumbfounded, the other was shocked.

The gravekeeper looked at the five white marks on Lu Bei's chest in surprise, and then looked at his own paws, speechless for a long time.

He traveled all over the world, and he had never seen such a scene, such...

Sword repair?

Body repair?

Haven't seen it.

It can't be a demon clan!

It can't be said that the move just now is very similar to the Tiangang warfare passed down from generation to generation by the Yaozu. Even if it is not a Yaozu, it has a lot to do with the Yaozu.