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As soon as Sheng Yan saw Lu Zhengkang's posture, he knew right away that there was absolutely no chance of victory for Chen Xuzi. This person's swordsmanship could be said to have reached the pinnacle, and he had already touched the height of the situation. As the saying goes, time comes, heaven and earth all have the same power, and if you want to get in touch with this height, your comprehension, roots, and even mystical fate and luck will have an impact.

It's not that you can succeed by studying hard, some people just don't have this life.

In the new generation of Qinglian Jianzong, there are only four or five people with this level. Of course Fu Daozi is one of them, and Ke Fu Daozi is a first-grade golden core.

Chen Xuzi pursed his lips, "Deserves to be the Kunlun Palace Gaodi, the alcoholic swordsman, well-deserved reputation, and the poor Dao dare not trust him. Facing an expert like yours, the poor Dao will go all out."

Lu Zhengkang's reaction was slow. He walked towards the sky outside the Chilou and heard the modest words of Li Xuzi. He just stopped, looked back, nodded slightly, and reached out, "Please."

Chen Xuzi walked outwards along the road that Lu Zhengkang walked. Along the way, he could smell a very clean and clear alcohol with a sense of gold and iron minerals. He felt that the epidermis was extremely tight, which clearly meant to be drunk. But why did he feel this kind of terror? He faintly heard the wine mist surging in his ears, and the rubbing of the wine and dewdrops gave out a terrifying and extremely distant battle cry, as if it was a sharp howl from a distant valley during a half dream.

This wine mist is the mana of this Kunlun Palace disciple. It is not among the five elements. It is very special. I heard that the Liuzheng of the 24th generation of Kunlun Palace is a rare wine repairer in the world. It has the supernatural power to reverse the universe and obscurity. It seems This person also got the true story.

Chen Xuzi walked silently to the side two steps, avoiding Lu Zhengkang's path.

The rest of the sword fairies also naturally marched towards the Baiyutai outside the Chilou. Although sword fighting is an ordinary thing on weekdays, it is necessary to observe every game. It is such a friendly exchange, in fact, it is nothing to see. It depends on the kind of fighting sword that divides birth and death. Some people can't see the blood and can't wield a sophisticated sword. With the threat of death, both sides of the sword will go all out.

Lu Zhengkang's body gradually disappeared into the thick wine mist.

The sword immortals had to perceive his location with divine consciousness, but they heard a furious howl.

Countless small roars are stretched, stretched and distorted from high to low, muddy, countless small roars, like the sound of cicadas in the endless summer night.

Lu Zhengkang took out the Caiyunjian, and drove a golden red rainbow, flew several miles deep into the airspace, turning around and waiting for the son to see him.

"Qinglian Jianzong weighs the Xuzi, with the sword Xuedi, it is polite."

Lu Zhengkang also showed the red beetle. The two were separated by three miles. In each other's field of vision, they were only like a small particle of dust. Therefore, each other was locked in position with Qi.

Chen Xuzi felt Lu Zhengkang's red dust all over his body, and was disturbed by a strong illusion. He was unconsciously distracted, his eyes were out of focus, but he thought he was staring at each other.

Lu Zhengkang swung out the scarlet scorpion, and the bright red sword across the sky, boundless spiritual energy gathered in the sword energy, and as the sword power expanded, the sword energy expanded endlessly.

Chen Xuzi shook violently, and a cold sweat came from behind. At this time, the red light of the sword was only three feet away from him. If he awoke hesitated, he would be accounted on the spot.

This is the result of Lu Zhengkang's retention of his hand. Otherwise, with the method of sword Qi to transform the rainbow, not to mention that Chen Xuzi is distracted, even if he is fully absorbed, it will be difficult to resist.

At the end of the battle, Chen Xuzi held the frosty snow flute sword in his hand and swung forward. The majestic mana of the Jin Dan period is a qualitative leap. With this sword, Xue Chao has a glimpse of the cold Gengjin sword. The sword energy that has been accumulated for a long time is stronger. The two powerful swords struck each other, and in the crisp clang, there were red dragons hissing, leisurely bamboo rhyme, and the wind and clouds were agitated. The sky burst with brilliant electric lights, like a large scoop of thunder, flashing in all directions. .

The red light of the red scorpion was great, and the strong wine mist was emitted. The endless roar in the ears of Qian Xuzi was strengthened. He turned his mana sharply to calm his mind. Only in this absent gap, a tingling coolness came from his waist and abdomen. Qin Xuzi hurriedly burst out zhenqi, and his mana pulsed out from the body surface qi, and turned into body protection real qi. In the next instant, the sword qi cut the qi and made a very harsh cry.

The Jindan real man has strong mana, and his sword light is as silky as silk, but with a breath, he pierced the vigorous qi, and Chen Xuzi slashed the snow flute sword down again, but only scratched the afterimage of the red dragon.

Chen Xuzi screamed badly, but a red fire ignited in his neck, and the brilliant red sword was placed on his shoulder blade, and his head could be cut off with a single move.

The Qinglian Jianzong deacon disciple was stiff and frightened. He reluctantly turned his head and looked at the Chilou. On the Baiyu Stage, Sheng Yan shook his head helplessly.

The red dragon trembling slightly, suddenly turned into a rainbow and flew back to Lu Zhengkang's hands.

When the two of them reached the point, they returned to Chilou together, and Lu Zhengkang's consciousness had basically withdrawn back into the outer body.

He was dressed in a red Taoist robe and fluttered, and the scarlet cat hid in his sleeve quietly and leisurely. When he returned to the Chilou, he was quite eye-catching. Since then, in Kunlun Fa conference, there are many sword immortal seniors and even primordial spirits. These masters do not usually walk around. Most of them sit in the cloud tower and some come to the Chilou. They just silently observe the sword at the sword monument. Our sword fighting is just a little attention.

This time, Lu Zhengkang's swordsmanship is quite amazing. It can be said that it is unique in the whole practice world~www.wuxiaspot.com~Qing Xuzi pleaded guilty to Sheng Yan.

"You can't beat others, there is nothing you can do. You are already very good, but they are better. Don't be discouraged." Sheng Yan apologetically stroked Qianxuzi's head and messed up his meticulous bun.

Chen Xuzi nodded embarrassedly, and drew back to the middle of the brothers.

An old white-haired sword fairy walked up to Lu Zhengkang, "This fellow Taoist."

Lu Zhengkang stared at him blankly, and did not answer, even tightly holding the wine jar in his arms, like a child walking around the market with a baggage.

Qing Ningzi said in a low voice, "You are greeted by seniors."

"Senior." Lu Zhengkang whispered.

The white-haired sword immortal squinted, "The Daoist is dispirited and has no thoughts, is this your kendo? It is really eye-opening. Taking wine as the medium, turning the red dust into one body, since ancient times, the world is so high It's hard to get into hustle and easy, aren't you afraid of the true spirit sinking?"

Qing Ningzi pursed his mouth, consulted and looked at the real person Sheng Yan, and the equinox mountain master also frowned slightly, looking at the disciple, I am afraid that the meaning in his eyes is not optimistic.

All of a sudden, the idlers and others in the Chilou gathered around, all of them commenting on Lu Zhengkang like an old pedantic doctor.

Qing Ningzi couldn't bear Lu Zhengkang's rhetoric, and went forward to pull Lu Zhengkang behind her, and looked around. She acted like this, and others had no choice but to silence.

After complaining to the master, Qing Ningzi led Lu Zhengkang, and then left from the Chilou, the little demon flying squirrel jumped onto the lid of the wine jar and curled up in the broken mud seal.

Lu Zhengkang's eyes suddenly cleared, and he met Qing Ningzi's worried eyes, he just blinked and smiled softly.

The East China Sea Islands are now empty.

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