Master does not ride a dragon

Elder Danqingya was naturally guarding the mountain. The old man with a beard was surprised when he saw Lu Jue, but he was relieved when he saw Lu Jue knelt down and called "Master Uncle".

Lu Ju took out the box of wedding candy from his sleeve and handed it to the elder.

The elder bowed his head to pick it up, but Lu Ju moved his feet, stepped forward suddenly, and knocked off the back of the elder's neck with his hands!The elder reacted very quickly, and a brilliant sword light overflowed from his sleeve, piercing through half of Lu Ju's sleeve and half of his narrow waist with a "chi".

Sikong Hu stepped forward subconsciously, but finally realized that he could do nothing but witness.

Lu Ju had expected such a move a long time ago, and probably traced it thousands of times in his mind.He took advantage of the situation and knocked with his palm, and the elder finally fell limply to the ground.

Lu Ju bent down and dragged the elder under the purple magnolia.The Dharma light is the most prosperous here, which can guarantee the elder to recover quickly.

Then, Lu Ju tore off a strip from the hem of his robe, and barely wrapped up the wound on his waist. The dark red blood quickly soaked through the thin white cloth.

Sikong Hu knew what would happen next, so he called out silently: "Master."

Of course Lu Ju didn't hear it. He turned his head and saw a winding crack in the barrier above Yangqi Cave Abyss.Jin Yi's devilish energy was too strong, and this barrier could no longer stop him.He was willing to wait until today to break the formation, which is already a great deal of face for Shushan.

A sword light pierced the increasingly hot air. Lu Ju drove straight into Yangqi Cave, and grabbed Jin Yi's back shoulder. The Martian demonic energy blew a lot of blood on his face and hands. He faced the wind and thunder and shouted: "Jin Yi!" Yi, it's me!"

Jin Yi turned around when he heard the words—the meridians all over his body were blood red, and his pupils were also blood red.He sucked up the devilish energy in this cave, and he has gone mad!

Lu Ju was surprised for a moment, and then used the method of crossing the soul to draw a line of black and red devilish energy from Jin Yi's body, forming a silk thread, lingering in the sky, and gradually becoming a huge ball.The blood-red meridians on Jin Yi's body recovered a little bit of skin color, and also a bit of spiritual consciousness, Lu Ju called again: "It's me."

Jin Yi turned around, and the young man's face was a bit dazed, "Lu Ju, I should kill you, and... what about her? Where is Meng Qingtong?!"

Lu Ju said indifferently: "I will save you for her, you let her go. Leave the devilish energy here, and from now on, no one will be able to chase and persecute you—"

Jin Yi suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, and the evil spirit of the demon clan came out of the hole again, and the rocks at the top of the cave shattered into pieces and floated into the sky. With a long laugh, "You replace her? Where is she? It's too late, Lu Ju!"

Jin Yi spoke incoherently, but Sikong Hu knew what he was talking about.Sure enough, Lu Ju's expression froze and he looked up to the sky.

The demonic energy from the sky attracts each other, and the already dark sky gradually condenses into blood red. In the vortex, there are countless monsters grinning, as if they want to engulf Mount Shu!

Lu Bao made up his mind, "Senior Sister's method of crossing the soul is to save you. You still have a little conscience, so you shouldn't—"

Jin Yi maintained that weird smile and bowed down, "Lu Ju, did you tell me about your conscience? When you cut through the sky with one sword and one sword, did you ever tell me about your conscience?"

A pitch-black dragon tail hovered down from the vortex, and rolled into the vortex again - Jiaolong!

Lu Ju's expression changed, and he grabbed Jin Yi's collar, "Are you crazy?! This world——"

Jin Yi pushed his hand away, summoned thousands of monsters with a wave of his sleeves, his expression turned dark and cold in the black and red devilish aura, "What about this world? Not to mention the human world, even the Three Realms, what's worth it? "

Lu Ju suddenly stopped what he hadn't said, with a trace of sadness in his expression.

Sikong Hu's heart turned cold, and he suddenly remembered the four words that the storyteller in Dingfuji used to describe Lu Ju today, "It's hard to hold with a sword".

Lu Ju's Taiwei sword shuttled back and forth in the blood of the monsters in the mountains without any stagnation, but Lu Ju was half-kneeling on the top of the cave, and slapped the sky with his palm.An unprecedentedly huge square umbrella popped out from his palm, covering all those monsters on the top of Danqing Cliff, making it difficult to linger.

Jiaolong slapped it with its tail, and Lu Ju rolled and fell to the top of the mountain. The tail of his hair was almost cut off.

Sikong Hu knew it was futile, but he still rushed forward in a hurry, trying to help Lu Jue up, and trying to wipe away the red blood on Lu Ju's lips.

Of course Lu Ju still couldn't see him, stood up holding the Taiwei Sword, and injected his true energy into the Sifang Umbrella again - today the mountain is full of immortal tripods, which is of great importance, but I don't know if the sum is enough for Jiaolong to swallow in one gulp.

Lu Ju's meridians stretched to the limit, and bloodshot eyes even faintly appeared in the fundus of the eyes, obviously it really reached the extreme.

Seeing this, Sikong Hu no longer felt nervous, and sat cross-legged at Lu Ju's feet and waited.

When the demonic energy was so strong that it was unavoidable to avoid it, he finally heard a sound of "Zheng" and the golden stone pierced through the air, and the Throwing Thousand Miles Knife was wrapped in the formation with golden and red magic energy, and then he shouted: "Jin Yi! You crazy!?"

Sikong Hu and Jin Yi smiled at the same time - I have to say that Lu Ju and Meng Qingtong are really a match made in heaven.

Meng Qingtong was wearing a scarlet wedding dress, with the extremely gorgeous golden lotus flower crown on his head, but he held a huge long knife in a very inconsistent way, and angrily chopped into the formation.She probably had a showdown with Chi Shuhuan, and even Chi Shuhuan followed him.

I don't know what kind of moves Meng Qingtong used, as soon as she entered the battle, the dragon in the umbrella floated down and floated down. After a little search, she let out a terrifying scream.

Surrounded by thunder and astonishing demonic energy in the loud noise, Lu Juan's square umbrella broke into pieces with a "bang", and pieces of crystal clear floated into raging smoke and dust.

Sikong Hu raised his hand, watching a few drops of hot blood passing through his palm, as if carrying Lu Ju's body temperature, he landed with a slam, and a bloody flower came out when he touched it.He tried to reach out to help, but Lu Ju's knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a "boom", and the knuckles holding Taiwei Sword were so hard that they turned blue and white, but they only trembled slightly.

Sikong Hu raised his head in a daze, watching Lu Ju's face turn pale from the severe pain.

This is hard to beat.

Bewildered by Jiaolong and Jin Yi's devilish energy, the monsters from all directions became more and more powerful, rolling up to the top of Danqing Cliff one after another.When Meng Yunzhong, Hua Jin, Chi Song and others rushed over with their swords, Meng Qingtong was lying on the dragon's back, holding the handle of the knife behind his back, and stabbing hard at the gap in the dragon's horn!

Joaquin let out a scream: "No!"

Meng Qingtong's movements did not stop at all, and the tip of the knife sank into the dragon's horn.Jiaolong let out another cry of pain, but he didn't die, and a surging golden light rushed out from the point where the end of the horn and the fire-throwing knife meet!

Meng Qingtong of Yulong, Lu Ju on the ground, and Sikong Hu who stayed out of the matter were all taken aback at the same time.

For Sikong Hu, the feeling that the dragon feels for him is really inexplicably familiar, like——

Hua Jinfei stepped forward, "That knife is a dragon's horn! Qingtong, it's dangerous, come down!—"

Is the Throwing Fire Knife really a dragon horn?A ray of light suddenly appeared in Sikong Hu's mind, and an answer was about to come out.

Meng Qingtong was only stunned for a moment on the dragon's back, watching a fire demon escape from the vortex and swoop down, the cinnabar peak was half scorched.

More monsters escaped from the vortex, and the black sky turned upside down like the East China Sea. The monsters were all fish swimming in it, floating slowly.

The next moment, Meng Qingtong and Lu Ju suddenly moved at the same time.Throwing Fire Knife and Taiwei Sword suddenly flew out of the sky, gold and jade lights flashed randomly, Lu Jue flew straight into the center of the vortex with his sword, stirring up blood in the vortex, accompanied by Meng Qingtong shouting: "Jin Yi! You If we don’t stop, we’ll have to—”

Jin Yi crossed his arms and sneered, "I stop? You should pay for your life."

His eyes were red and his meridians were red, obviously he was still insane and not sober.

The vortex dripped rancid black blood, and the smashed blood and flesh splashed down the sky, and more and more mountains of Shushan fell, and the lights went out one by one.

The sleepy elder under the magnolia tree finally pushed his way through the crowd and stumbled into the formation. He opened a square umbrella again, trying to isolate the continuous flow of demon ocean currents.

Jin Yi stood still and only whistled a frivolous whistle.

The whistle landed, and there was another "bang", a pink blood mist exploded along with the thin umbrella curtain, and the elder's long sword hit the rocks with a "ding" and rolled down the mountain.

Jin Yi lifted his chin, and looked at Meng Qingtong who was in the air playfully, as if his method of killing people just now was no different from Meng Qingtong's method of beheading demons.

There was a sudden silence in the arena, until the blood mist reluctantly scattered into Changtian.

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