My brother is too strong

With sword intent, he plowed the hill once again.

Everything on this hill was destroyed, the sword marks were intertwined, and the ground was in a mess.

Even the transparent shield above the sky collapsed under the burst of sword intent.

Several formations arranged by Lu Shaoqing lost their effect one after another.

Lu Shaoqing looked at the last house that was full of debris, and was extremely depressed, "This little girl is restless."

Then he said seriously to Ji Yan, "When the time comes, that chick will ask for compensation, and you will pay for it yourself."

"Wuqiu, I have seen the master!" The little white man came to Ji Yan with a flying sword, and saluted Ji Yan.

It is the sword spirit of Wuqiu Sword.

Ji Yan showed a smile on his face and said, "Very good!"

Wuqiu seems to have inherited Ji Yan's character, with a stern expression on his immature face.

Even in posture, he also learns to count words, standing with his hands behind his back or embracing his hands.

Lu Shaoqing smiled and said to Wuqiu, "Little Wuqiu, come, call uncle to listen."

Wuqiujian looked at Lu Shaoqing, without any expression on his stern face, and saluted Lu Shaoqing, "Thank you."

This is thanks to Lu Shaoqing for the stone. Without that stone, it would not have been born so quickly, and it would have been even more impossible to take shape so quickly.

Lu Shaoqing was dissatisfied, "Why are you so ignorant? Don't let people say you are rude."

Wuqiu kept a straight face, turned his head away, and didn't want to talk to Lu Shaoqing.

Seeing this, Lu Shaoqing was very interested. He asked curiously, "By the way, can you take off your pants? You look like a woman, right?"

It was about his gender, so Wuqiu had no choice but to speak, with his small chest puffed out, "Male."

"I don't believe it," Lu Shaoqing said, "unless you can take off your pants and show me."

Wuqiujian was very angry, his body glowed like a little hedgehog, staring at Lu Shaoqing angrily.

Ji Yan held the Wuqiu sword in his hand, and said with a faint smile, "Just now you said I don't have a sword?"

Lu Shaoqing took two steps back and warned Ji Yan, "Don't make trouble, Wuqiu has made the hill like this, if you fight again, it will destroy the whole area of ​​the house, can you afford it?"

I fought you only after my brain twitched.

The sword spirit was born, and the power of the Wuqiu sword was further improved.

Now the power of the sword that is cut out has increased by at least [-] to [-]%.

Who can bear it?

Gong Jue, who was on par with Ji Yan before, can no longer beat Ji Yan now.

Lu Shaoqing is not a masochist, he would only fight the current Ji Yan if he is stupid.

"Buzz!"

Mo Junjian descended from the sky and came in front of the two of them.

After Wuqiu saw Mo Jun's sword, a smile appeared on his stern face, like an iceberg melting, a smile from the heart.

It jumped onto Mo Junjian and hugged Mo Junjian.

Mo Jun's sword was also shaking slightly, as if he was playing with Wuqiu.

Lu Shaoqing grabbed Mo Jun's sword, flicked Mo Jun's sword twice, and cursed, "Hold on, everyone is out to play, how about you?"

"You ate that stone earlier than it did, day after day, and didn't do anything when you were full. Do you think you are Nezha?"

"Don't give up, I'll lock you up now."

Mo Junjian bounced twice in Lu Shaoqing's hand, and then jumped up to the midair.

The aura on it rose sharply, and after reaching the peak soon, black and white rays of light erupted.

The black and white rays of light intertwine, as if merging with each other, and as if water and fire are incompatible, straight into the sky.

Lu Shaoqing was stunned, "I'm just talking, really?"

But soon, his expression changed, and he also jumped up into the sky, shouting at Ji Yan, "Help cover it up."

The formation was destroyed by Wuqiu just now, if Mo Junjian is like Wuqiujian just now, he will definitely not be able to hide the people here in the Holy Land.

If unnecessary trouble is caused, it will be really troublesome.

Lu Shaoqing and Ji Yan sealed off the surrounding space to prevent the fluctuations here from leaking out.

Mo Junjian's speed was faster than Wuqiu Jian's time, and at night, Mo Junjian calmed down.

Mo Junjian's sword spirit was also born. At the same time, he also meditated for a while, and when he finally opened his eyes, there was also a burst of air waves that ravaged the hill.

A dark-skinned villain dressed in white scales and somewhat resembling Lu Shaoqing appeared.

When Ji Yan saw it, he couldn't help but look at Lu Shaoqing as well.

It seems that the appearance of the sword spirit is based on the master's appearance.

However, it's a bit dark.

Mo Junjian's sword spirit is like a miniature version of Lu Shaoqing, not only in appearance, but also in smile.

It's all those naughty, naughty smiles.

Mo Junjian Jianling also spoke in a ruffian tone, came to Lu Shaoqing, and yelled carelessly, "Boss, my name is Mo Jun!"

Lu Shaoqing lifted it with one hand, pinched its face with the other hand, with grief and indignation on his face, "Nizi!"

Lu Shaoqing wanted to cry but had no tears.

Why is my style of painting not normal at all?

Why is brother's sword spirit rosy and handsome.

Why is my sword spirit not black, and the evolution is not complete?

Lu Shaoqing pinched Mo Jun and roared, saliva splashing out continuously, "Are you sure you have evolved correctly?"

"Ah? As a sword spirit, are the eyes decorative?"

"You use your sword to look at your appearance. It's dark but not autumnal. You look at Wuqiu's girl with skin as white as snow. How about you? It's pitch black, are you embarrassed to see someone?"

Wuqiu wanted to protest against this, and solemnly declared his gender.

But seeing Lu Shaoqing like this, it still couldn't muster up the courage, so it could only sit obediently and watch.

"I was thinking, I came to Hanxing and didn't put you in the sun every day, did I?"

"Why did you give me such a ghostly look? Is it the other way around? What are you doing in white? Are you being coquettish? Turn me into black."

"Did you doze off when you were born, huh?"

Lu Shaoqing is full of resentment, is her painting style really hopeless?

The Nascent Soul has turned black, the natal long sword is half white and half black, but the sword spirit born now has turned into a little sunspot.

What on earth is Zie Tiandao going to do?

I didn't provoke it, did I?

Why can't my style of painting come back?

Mo Jun was pinched by Lu Shaoqing, unable to move, spit all over his face,

At first, he was still thinking about struggling, but in the end he resigned to his fate, closed his eyes, and let Lu Shaoqing spray.

In the end, Lu Shaoqing was also tired and exhausted, pinched Mo Jun's face, and finally asked viciously, "You have a younger brother, right?"

If he didn't have a younger brother, he would have destroyed the sword and reforged it.

Tangtang handsome guy, Sword Spirit is a woman, I really have no face to kill someone.

Sensing danger from Lu Shaoqing's gaze, Mo Jun nodded hastily and patted his chest, "Boss, I'm the same as you, don't worry."

"If you don't believe me, I can take off my pants to prove it"