Stunning beauty

Royal Palace.

Outside Fengtian Hall, thousands of stone steps lead directly to Tianting.

The battle between the two mortal sword celestial beings, with the arrival of a group of royal priests, has changed again.

Under the moon, Lu Wentian glanced at the priests coming up from all around, his expression turned cold.

Wherever you go, these flies are indispensable.

"Three-foot sword."

Lu Wentian looked at the opponent in front of him, and said, "What, you and I are fighting, do you want these flies to intervene?"

Sanchijian was silent for a while, and said apologetically after a while, "I am an enshrinement of the royal family, and I must put your majesty's safety first. I have no right to stop other offerings if they want to take action."

"Bullshit!"

When Lu Wentian heard Sanchijian's answer, he cursed in spite of him, and the Chunyang sword in his hand was full of momentum, bursting out with astonishing sword intent.

"Since you are willing to degenerate, I have nothing to say, come on, let's go together!"

As soon as the words fell, Lu Wentian's body was full of waves of fire, like a fire god, and the powerful aura swayed wave after wave, frightening people's hearts and minds.

"Sword enshrinement, the task of containing him head-on, I leave it to you!"

A priest of the royal family noticed the extremely powerful aura of the white-clothed sword fairy in front of him, his mind was shocked, and he said.

This man is so strong that no one can stop him except for the three-foot sword.

"Such courage, dare to call for worship, but they are just a bunch of lackeys raised by the royal family of the great merchants!"

When Lu Wentian saw the cowardly appearance of the royal priests, he became more and more disdainful, stopped talking, and rushed forward.

"Be careful!"

Sensing the murderous aura in Lu Wentian's sword, Sanchijian calmed down, opened his mouth to remind him, and swung his sword to meet him.

"boom!"

The two swords clashed again, and the flames were raging. This time, it was no longer evenly divided.

Under the powerful impact, Sanchijian took half a step back and faced off head-on, but he was actually at a disadvantage.

There is fear in the heart, and the sword will no longer be able to move forward indomitably.

Kendo, moves and skills are important, but the state of mind is the foundation of martial arts leading to the peak.

The moment the three-foot sword retreated, several priests from the royal family all rushed up and joined hands to attack the white-clothed sword fairy in the midst of the battle.

"No matter how many sick cats there are, can the tiger be killed?"

When Lu Wentian saw the priests rushing towards him, he didn't see any waves on his face. The Chunyang Sword was sharp again, and the waves of fire rushed straight into the sky, forming a scene of shocking terror of burning the sky.

"The change of the sea of ​​clouds, the fire of the sky will start a prairie fire!"

He is full of courage, and the sword is fearless. At night, Lu Wentian's combat power is fully unleashed. With a single swing of the sword, the sea of ​​flames filled the sky, and immediately swallowed all the worshipers.

Amidst the violent impact, the figures of the royal family priests flew out and slammed on the stone steps.

In the distance, the officers and soldiers of the Forbidden Army looked at the heroic figure of the man in white in front of them, and their hearts were shocked.

This scene reminded everyone of the amazingly talented Rakshasa King back then.

The same bravery, the same invincible.

Sword Immortals are definitely the scariest group of people in the world.

With a sword in hand, he is fearless and dares to fight to the sky.

"Roar!"

At the moment when all the worshipers were defeated, a looming dragon chant sounded above the Fengtian Hall, and the sky was full of purple air, and the dragon gradually recovered.

In front of Fengtian Hall, Lu Wentian felt it, and his expression became serious.

Dragon Qi!

When the dragon is about to appear, the situation changes, and the entire Dashang Imperial Palace vibrates accordingly, and the scene is shocking.

"Change in the sea of ​​clouds, hundreds of rivers flow into the sea!"

Facing the coming Longwei, although Lu Wentian's expression was dignified, he didn't have any fear in his heart. He swung his palm over the sword, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, gathering the soul of Xuanhuang, and the real energy in his body was constantly rising. Shake Tianwei.

"The future is terrifying."

At this moment, in the depths of the imperial palace, in the royal ancestral hall, an old figure walked out, stood at the gate of the ancestral hall, stared in the direction of Fengtian Hall, and praised without hesitation.

Let's not talk about the strength of this junior, but this courage to draw the sword to the sky is really good.

Much like those lunatics in Taoism back then.

Now that you have embarked on the road of martial arts, if you are still timid, then you should not practice martial arts. Otherwise, if the gods come again, these cowards who are afraid of even the imperial power will be scared by the gods and pee their pants.

The prestige of the human race brought down by his old friends may be completely thrown away by these trash.

"Roar!"

At the moment when Taishang was watching the battle, in front of the Fengtian Hall, the great dragon revived, and the illusory dragon body coiled around the top of the hall, and the sound of the dragon chant penetrated into the soul.

Then, in the turbulent purple air, the big dragon raised his head, and the dragon's eyes, like copper bells, stared at the human sword fairy below.

In the shocking eyes of everyone, Dalong raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, then bent down and rushed down.

Down below, Lu Wentian didn't dodge or dodge, his sword hand was clenched tightly, and all his true energy was poured into the Chunyang sword.

Chunyang, the magical weapon left by Lu Zu in the age of conferring gods, has been passed down in Yunhai Xianmen for thousands of years. In this era, it has also become Lu Wentian's greatest helper in winning the title of sword fairy in the world. Today, one person and one sword join forces again, Resist the Millennium True Dragon.

"boom!"

The real dragon swooped down, and the pure yang faced him head-on. The purple dragon energy and the pure yang flame impacted sharply, the aftermath shook and the fire waves scattered.

After a moment of stalemate, the dragon energy dispersed the pure yang flame, and a powerful force burst out, suppressing them all.

But hearing a loud bang, the stone steps under Lu Wentian's feet shattered, and his feet sank into the ground.

Blood dripped silently from the corner of his mouth bit by bit. Facing the real dragon who had just recovered and whose strength had not even fully recovered to its peak, Lu Wentian was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Lu Wentian, admit defeat now, and save your life!"

Outside the battle situation, Sanchijian saw this scene and immediately reminded him.

"Admit defeat?"

Lu Wentian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said coldly, "Sanchijian, if you can say such a thing, it means you are not worthy of using a sword!"

As the words fell, Lu Wentian wiped the blood on the blade in front of Hengjian. Immediately, Chunyang whispered softly, and a dazzling bloody light erupted.

"Change in the Sea of ​​Clouds."

Suffering heavy injuries, but his fighting spirit became even more fierce, Lu Wentian pointed his sword obliquely, and bloody flames gushed out like waves, majestic and endless, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.

"The afterglow of the blood sun!"

Under extreme pressure, Lu Wentian first manifested the forbidden style of Yunhai Xianmen martial arts, and the raging blood flames all over the sky gathered sharply, turning into a beautiful blood sun, rising into the sky, reflecting the cold moon in the nine heavens.

The sword fairy in the world, who dared to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon, and dared to go down to the deep pool to subdue the dragon and the tiger, has never been afraid.

At this moment, facing the real dragon blocking the way, the sword fairy in white pointed at the setting sun with his blood shining brightly.

The next moment, Longwei and Xueyang collided.

The dragon's head hit the blood sun, and there was a moment of stalemate, as if the world had stopped.

Moments later, the Dragon Qi and Blood Yang exploded.

The aftermath of the berserk vibrated, and below, Lu Wentian was directly sent flying, blood staining his white clothes.