Xiuxian is like this

Peng Xinzhi's body was hunched, and he straightened his back repeatedly, this time he was really tired.

"Daozhang Yin, I'm going to take a step first."

7Chapter 17 Not seeking the best, only seeking the most expensive

Peng Xinzhi left.

Although Shaoshi Mountain is big, there is no place for him to stay. He does not want to stay and take his own humiliation. It is the best choice to leave silently.

Lu Bei is above him in terms of strength, inheritance, prestige, etc. This walk is a farewell, and there is no possibility of setting foot on Shaoshi Mountain in the future.

Xiao Yanwang is also useless.

King Zhenyan was 'persuaded' to ascend to the ascension.

Having been King of Zhenbei for 600 years, Peng Xinzhi only found out today that he had lived up to his name, and planned to return to the palace to write to the capital and change his name to an auspicious one.

By the way, prepare a hundred days of red envelopes.

500 years of persistence can't just be forgotten, at least you have to participate.

King Zhenbei took his younger brother and left, because it was not important, the three people in the field didn't take it seriously, except Lu Bei who was a little regretful.

The two spectators left early, pretending to be greatly reduced.

At this time, he didn't know that the audience who left was King Zhenbei, rounding up, he lost billions.

The situation is turbulent.

All of them were condensed with saber intent, full of fighting spirit, with him as the center, a strong will as thick as the sky rolled out.

No matter how unbearable the space is, it collapses into a dark void.

The moment the void was shattered, the bright sword light shot up into the sky, everyone stepped into the darkness, and the majestic sword intent vented down.

Feeling the vast saber intent, Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword intent burst out and rushed forward.

"cut!"

The swords and swords collided, and strong lights were everywhere.

Lu Bei's body leaned forward, and during the high-speed movement, his body suddenly elongated, his five fingers snapped together, and the fist marks burst into the void, crying ghosts and wolves.

Fist marks were pressed horizontally, and all of them were clattering in their clothes. Looking directly at the burning white sword light, they felt boundless pressure rushing towards their faces.

There is a boundless sharpness of immortal sword intent, and an indescribable...

fierce?

Is this what the Immortal Sword Intent looks like?

Qi Shangdu was surprised, facing the Immortal Sword Intent for the first time, recalling the experience he summed up after his teacher's defeat, his palms suddenly raised.

There was an imperceptible sound of the long knife being unsheathed, and the hazy light of the knife shone brightly.

The light of the knife is like mercury, cutting through the darkness, leaving a long-lasting white trace;

It is also like the moon in the water, turning the dark void into the rippling surface of the lake, and the tyrannical will already has some shadow of the unity of heaven and man.

"Good knife."

Lu Bei's eyes lit up, and a fighting spirit boiled in his chest.

He didn't feel anything about Qishang, but he was very interested in Qishangdu's master and Qilijing. The two masters and apprentices are both masters of swordsmanship, and they also lost to the two suzerains of Tianjianzong. Isn't this a problem? good talk.

He raised his fists, shattering the light of the Shuiyue Dao in front of him, shattering the sword lotus with his steps, splitting the surrounding void and leaving a series of criss-cross gullies.

"Good sword!"

Qi Shangdu's fighting spirit became stronger, he flipped his sword in his hand, splitting the sky filled with sword light, swirling torrents and tsunami flooded Lu Bei's location.

In an instant, a fist strike came straight, overcoming the thorns and waves, with an unstoppable sharpness.

Qi Shang was not in a hurry, keeping in mind the lessons learned by his mentor, he put his body together and turned his palms to meet him, waiting for an opportunity to turn defense into offense amidst the stormy sword power.

Master said, facing the Immortal Sword Intent, head-to-head is definitely not the best strategy.

No matter how mysterious your sword technique is, how profound your sword intent is, and how powerful your dao rhyme is, the Immortal Sword Intent always has a subtle trick to dismantle it.

The only possibility of defeating the Immortal Sword Intent is that the sword wielder can't attack for a long time, and changes his moves to reveal flaws.

That moment is extremely short, but as long as the knife holder grasps the opportunity, he can turn things around and win with one blow.

All of them kept the warning in mind, replaced offense with defense, and resorted to...

Drag knife.

In just a short moment, the sword and sword collided hundreds of times, Lu Bei couldn't help frowning, and his burning fighting spirit gradually turned cold.

Not interesting.

This Heavenly Knife is nothing more than that, its reputation is greater than its strength, and it has no aggressive edge at all.

Zheng——

A little under his feet, the scorching white halo around his body turned into arrogance, burning mana and stepping out, punching out with a cross arm.

The opportunity is coming!

Qi Shangdu's eyes sparkled, and the knife in his hand was raised.

The bright moon hangs high, and Zhigao is in the sky.

The light of the bright knife rises ten thousand zhang, and then...

What's going on, is this Immortal Sword Intent?

Why is it different from what Master said?

Before the sword glow fell, Qi Shangdu flew out backwards because he was half a beat too slow and lost his sense of face.

He kept in mind his teacher's teachings and grasped it, but he didn't grasp it.

Lu Bei drank two sips of fresh milk, and the speed at which he was riding Juechen was even more exaggerated. When his fighting spirit cooled down, he used his sword only for experience, and with a flick of his arm, he accelerated to make up for a punch.

In a short moment, another hundred moves.

Amidst the sound of clanging swords, black voids criss-crossed, and white awns visible to the naked eye split into gaps.

In this criss-crossed void like a chessboard, the Heavenly Knife was full of flaws, showing a tendency to be crushed.

Like his master, he practiced abandoning swordsmanship, took the path of the unity of human and sword, and never turned back on the road of extreme flow.

As a result, the ordinary monks of the Mahayana period were cut in two in front of him, and if they were not broken, they would be cut again.

What's worse is that the Tiandao has lost its exquisite demeanor, and there is no way to speak of it. Facing the more extreme powerhouse, there is almost no room to fight back.

boom!boom!boom--

Lu Bei raised his hair up, staggered facing the front, and Qi Shangdu, who dared to turn his back on him, stepped out sideways, adding a broken buttock to the flaws all over his body.

[You defeated Qi Shangdu and gained 10 billion experience]

There is no double, it turns out that your level is not high!

Lu Bei didn't choose to kill him, but it's a pity to see a mere one billion experience. Yan Xiaoshuang should bear the main responsibility for this pot.

If she didn't take a sip of milk on her own initiative, the evaluation of defeat would have been higher.

Thinking of this, Lu Bei looked at the monk in red: "Master has been waiting for a long time, the Heavenly Sword has been defeated, and it's your turn to pass away."

"Amitabha."

The red-clothed monk put his palms together, witnessed Qi Shangdu's disastrous defeat, knew that he could not stop his supernatural powers, and began to stack his armor by chanting scriptures.

The Zen sound was faint, and a gust of wind gradually rose in the void.

But what the golden light blew was not compassion, but a sea of ​​thick and foul-smelling blood. In the turbulent crimson, a golden Buddha slowly rose.

In the sea of ​​filth and blood, the golden body is incorruptible.

Lu Bei nodded secretly. This method may seem strange, but it has the same effect as his "Eclipse Great Demon Buddha Says the Infinite Heart Sutra". It bears the sorrow and suffering on its own, and walks the path of hell who will go to hell if I don't.

Thinking of this, he was puzzled.

Logically speaking, a monk with great compassion like the monk in red should have given up fame, wealth and vanity a long time ago, so he shouldn't be here.

All the above can be explained by the grievances and grievances of the previous generation. The red monk is obviously a bit redundant. Is it really because Yumu's head is not clear, just want a fat beating to relax the muscles and muscles?

At this time, the strange pale face of the paper figurine flashed in his mind.

Lu Bei still retains his original opinion, this mysterious person is very problematic.

In the sky above the sea of ​​blood, the golden light of colored glaze is boundless.

As the monk in red recited scriptures, countless tadpole characters appeared on the golden body of the Buddha, and the profound meaning of Buddhism manifested, and the densely packed scriptures carried infinite golden light.

Like a big sun, dispelling the sea of ​​blood and achieving a positive result.

The Buddha nodded and smiled lightly, and clapped Yaoyao's palm.

"Om!"

……

[You defeated the red monk and gained 12 billion experience. After judging the opponent's level, the difference is greater than 12 levels, and the reward is [-] billion experience]

"The old boy is pretty good, you can't beat him if you don't take off your clothes."

The void was shattered, and Lu Bei walked out with his upper body bare and crooked, carrying two captives.

Intuition told Lu Bei that the two Mahayana period monks who stood at the peak of Wenliang were equal in strength, and it was difficult to compare with each other.In the artistic conception of the Dao competition, the red monk wins, and in actual combat operations, the odds of winning are higher than those of the Dao of the Sword.

But after fighting the two of them, he found that his intuition was not reliable at all. The Heavenly Knife was too watery, and there was only a sharp blade in it.

It's a waste of emotion, because he still had a lot of expectations before.

Thinking about it again, Lu Bei realized that abandoning the scriptures does a lot of harm to people, it is just a walking cancer, and it will cause harm wherever it goes.

The kendo master of the Wuliang Sword Sect was beaten until his sword heart collapsed, he abandoned his sword and turned to metaphysics;

Qi Shangdu's master's prostitution skills thought he had tasted the sweetness, and was forced to die by abandoning his swordsmanship.

"It's too bad. It's not like this suzerain. He is kind by nature, but he is so bad that he can be frank."

Lu Bei didn't bother to make a sound, he also dug a hole for others to jump into, abandoned the sutra and hid it, and stood by to watch the joke of the unlucky guy after digging the hole.

He is different, digging in front of his face, forcing the other person to jump in, and laughing in front of his face.

The gap between people is greater than that between humans and dogs, which made Lu Bei sigh. With such a bastard as the Abandoned Sutra, he would be ashamed to call himself the suzerain of the Heavenly Sword Sect when he went out in the future.

……

In the main hall of Fuyao Palace, Lu Bei dropped two captives and let the female nuns take them down to entertain them.

Use the most expensive quiet room, the most expensive aura, do not seek the best in everything, only the most expensive, wait for the two Mahayanas to recover from their injuries, and let them settle the bill by the way.

The shadow of the famous human tree, King Yan, Tiandao, and the monk in red, the three strong men fought hard to avoid fame, and their exhausted hoarseness proved Lu Bei's strength.

Ignoring the female disciples who were bowing their heads and whispering, the four elders were in the main hall, and they looked at Lu Bei differently.

At first, they were a little bit taken aback, wondering if the palace lord gave it too quickly, and brought back a little boy when they went out.

Only now did I know why Yan Xiaoshuang could be the palace lord and they could only be elders.

The eyebrows of the worms are crooked, the beautiful smiles are beautiful, and the beautiful eyes look forward to them.

Lu Bei was still a child, so he couldn't stand such naked stares, he was really embarrassed to be looked at, so he smiled shyly and gave an eye for an eye.

Thick-skinned is also a supernatural power, no, the four elders forcibly stared away with their faces covered.

Yan Xiaoshuang: "..."

"Hey, Palace Master, you are also here, when will you come?"

Lu Bei was surprised and said, "Why, the news spread so quickly, and you also know that the suzerain has just defeated the Heavenly Sword and the Red Monk?"

"When will Sect Master Lu leave?"

"what?"

"I ask, when will Sect Master Lu return to Wu Zhou?"

Yan Xiaoshuang repeated it with a dark face, the palace lord's vision was precise, and he knew that Lu Bei was a cancer, and wherever he went, he would cause harm.

The Fuyao Temple is small and cannot accommodate this big devil, so he just wants to send him away quickly.