My brother is too strong

The old man had white beard and hair, a thin face, a pair of gray eyes sunken deep in the eye sockets, revealing a sinister gaze.

The person who came was Master Hua Su, Fan He.

Fan He felt his son's breath dissipate, and his body trembled slightly.

The anger in his body was like a volcano, ready to erupt at any time.

"Who dared to kill my son?"

Fan He is three hundred years old, almost four hundred years old, the stronger the monk is, the more difficult it is to have offspring.

It was hard to have such a son.

Naturally, desperately pampering her to death.

Now someone dared to kill his son.

This is undoubtedly breaking his roots.

Fan He's face was full of resentment, his eyes fell on Lu Shaoqing, and his murderous intent seemed to be real.

"It's you."

"It wasn't me," Lu Shaoqing categorically denied that he had killed Fan He's son, pointing at Cai Mei and Gu Junhao and emphasized, "It was them."

puff!

Cai Mei and Gu Junhao felt internally hurt.

Senior, you are a senior.

Do you mind?

Where is your face?

Are you embarrassed to speak nonsense with your eyes open in broad daylight?

Can the two of us kill Fan Fei who is protected by the alchemy stage?

Cai Mei and Gu Junhao didn't dare to speak, they looked at Fan He worriedly.

I hope that this old guy Fan He is not old-fashioned.

Fan He sneered again and again, "Do you think I will believe you?"

His divine sense had already locked on to the murderer, and it was impossible to admit his mistake.

Cai Mei and Gu Junhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and Gu Junhao even secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately, there is no old confusion.so far so good.

Annoyed in my heart, this so-called senior is unreliable, can he slander others casually at a young age with such strength?

Lu Shaoqing chuckled, exuding a rascal air, and teased, "I'm not confused, did you come here by yourself, or was someone behind you?"

After finishing speaking, he stared at Fan He closely.

Fan He's face did not change, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, just die."

Fan He's breath soared, and he took the lead in attacking Lu Shaoqing.

The big hand swung a palm at Lu Shaoqing, and a terrifying spiritual power poured out from his hand.

A huge palm appeared, covering the entire sky.

The palm of the hand is composed of countless flaming flames, and it falls towards Lu Shaoqing and his party with a terrifying temperature.

Although it was a raging flame, it plunged Lu Shaoqing and his party into darkness.

Lu Shaoqing raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

On the contrary, Fan He's move is a bit like killing people to silence them.

Sure enough, people are playing tricks behind their backs.

Lu Shaoqing's killing intent was high.

It would be best for Thousand Bandits City to become a zone where no one cares. If it becomes the territory of a certain force, it will be bad for everyone.

"No matter how bad it is, it will fall into the hands of the Lingxiao faction."

Lu Shaoqing said in a low voice, his breath soared, and the terrifying breath filled the whole world, like a dragon coming out of an abyss.

Then Mo Junjian appeared in his hand, shining like the sun.

The violent sword energy burst out, splitting the huge palm from the middle, like opening up the world.

The sword energy broke through the palm and turned into a huge fire bird.

After entering the Nascent Soul Realm, Lu Shaoqing had a better understanding of the principles of the Dao.

He also went further on the path of the sword.

Although he didn't comprehend the third realm like Ji Yan.

But the understanding of sword intent is deeper.

Xiao Yi and Fang Xiao, who have seen Ji Yan and Jian Yi take shape, are in their eyes.

Now the Firebird has become even more powerful.

Like a divine bird.

A bird's song pierced the sky, and the divine bird transformed by sword intent spread its wings and flew high, circling down, and rushed straight to Fanhe.

Fan He felt Lu Shaoqing's breath.

Shouted, "Yuan Ying? You are also a Yuan Ying?"

Fan He was extremely horrified.

Lu Shaoqing is too young, and his bone age cannot be hidden from anyone.

Vigorous, that is the unique breath of young people.

Fan He was even sure that Lu Shaoqing was not over 25 years old.

A Nascent Soul who is less than 25 years old is powerful, how terrifying is this?

Fan He was terrified, but he did not forget to block Lu Shaoqing's sword.

His hands were in mudras, his face was anxious, his white hair fluttered, spiritual power gushed out from his hands, and a spear appeared in the sky.

The spear is made of flames, and vortexes are created around it, constantly absorbing the surrounding spiritual power, exuding terrifying power.

"go with!"

Fan He shouted loudly, and shot his spear at the divine bird like a bow and arrow.

The sharpness of the sword intent was violent and hot, and the sharpness of the spears was unstoppable. When they collided fiercely, the power that erupted was as violent as a hurricane, and the sky and the earth trembled.

The shock wave of the eruption raged and impacted everything around.

Fang Xiao, Xiao Yi, Cai Mei, and Gu Junhao fled far away immediately.

Even the aftermath of Nascent Soul's powerful battle is not something they can bear.

After retreating again and again, the four of them retreated hundreds of miles before they dared to stop.

Feeling the terrifying sword intent, Fan He's expression changed again.

"You, are you a planner?"

Young, terrifying sword intent, Nascent Soul, people immediately think of No.1 among the younger generation of Qizhou, Ji Yan.

Lu Shaoqing laughed and admitted, "That's right, I'm a planner, so quickly kneel down and beg for mercy."

Fan He was in doubt, but finally he said with certainty, "No, you are not a planner."

Lu Shaoqing's current performance is different from the rumored character of Ji Yan.

"who are you?"

Fan He shouted loudly, looking at such a young Lu Shaoqing, hatred, sourness, and murderous intent welled up in his heart.

At such a young age, he is a Nascent Soul, and his potential is much greater than him.

envy, jealousy, hate.

This child cannot stay.

In the past, he wanted to kill Lu Shaoqing out of revenge for killing his son, but now it's more out of jealousy.

"Death to me!"

Fan He's eyes were red, and his killing intent was soaring. With a thought, a half-meter-long spear appeared in his hand.

The silver-white gun exudes a radiant light, and the tip of the gun is pointing at Lu Shaoqing.

"This is my fourth-grade natal magic weapon, let me have a good experience of your swordsmanship."

After saying that, the guns merged into one, turning into a white lightning and rushing towards Lu Shaoqing.

The tip of the gun erupted with bright light, piercing the air and making a whining sound, which was breathtaking.

Faced with Fan He, who was like a gun god, coming with an invincible momentum.

Lu Shaoqing did not dodge, but took the initiative to step forward, walking through the air, like a sword fairy descending to earth.

In his hand, Mo Junjian slowly extended his fingers obliquely, pointing at the sky, as if the sun in the sky was his enemy, not the rushing Fanhe.

The spiritual power in the body is running, if someone is here, they will definitely feel the temperature around them is rising.

When Fan He saw that Lu Shaoqing was still pretending to be aggressive at this moment, pointing his sword at the sun, Fan He felt even angrier. Was he looking down on himself?

"die!"

In a short distance, in the blink of an eye, Fan He came to Lu Shaoqing and shouted loudly.

The silver spear stabbed out, and there was a piercing sonic boom in the air, stabbing at Lu Shaoqing with terrifying power.

At this moment, Lu Shaoqing's aura suddenly surged, and Mo Jun's sword was swung down fiercely, and the sword body was ignited with flames, and the whole space was instantly filled with flames of violent aura