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The name of the alcoholic swordsman is very loud.

The person who dared to fight directly was naturally a real Jindan.

Chilou rang three times.

"The monk of Zixiaozong, respect Shaoyang, the sword is Luohui, courteous."

When Lu Zhengkang saw this cultivator of the Purple Cloud Sect, he was dressed in a purple robe, and his mana glowed with purple light. However, his sword weapons were blue, as if the setting sun reflected the sparse night light. When he waved his sword aura, it was like splashing ink, and the blue clouds whizzed over.

The red dragon rushed into the clouds, so fast, like a beam of light from the horizon, suddenly rushed from the east of the East China Sea to the west of the West China Sea.

Chong Shaoyang had known that the swordsmanship on the opposite side had the power of the gods, and he was not a vegetarian, he was also a second-rank golden pill, if not for the weather, he was also the root weapon of the first-rank, and his understanding of swordsmanship had his own consideration. Chong Shaoyang pinched his sword and used a secret sword technique: Dongxia Zengyun.

Luohui’s complex blue sword aura surging like a thick colloid, huge bubbles exploded at the edge, and the sword aura continued to agitate and spread like layers of flower stamens unfolding faster and faster. It's getting bigger and bigger, expanding in all directions.

The aura of heaven and earth constantly rushed to this group of strong blue sword clouds, this is the sword power.

The red 靥蛟 jumped from left to right in the cloud, and was eventually slowed down by the boundless sword energy.

With this move, Dongxia Zengyun, Chong Shaoyang was honored by the world's colleagues: the real person in the cloud. It is well-known in the entire southeast practice world.

Lu Zhengkang watched Jian Yun flooding towards him without panic. The scarlet scorpion in the cloud disappeared suddenly, as if he had never left his sleeve. When he raised his hand, another sword light burst into the air. Thousands of Rui Cai, pouring, torrential rain, pierced Jian Yun to the ground.

When Lu Zhengkang broke through his opponent's swordsmanship, Chong Shaoyang had long been gone, and even Qi Ji had lost his position.

In the diagonal thorn, a blue sword light suddenly lit up, piercing Lu Zhengkang.

In the red building, Qing Ningzi clenched his fists and was about to get up. Sheng Yan raised his hand on the side and praised, "What a clever phantom."

The pierced Lu Zhengkang, dripping blood and dying aura, Chong Shaoyang's figure jumped out of the cloud of swords scattered all over the sky, stood behind Lu Zhengkang, and whispered: "Alcoholic swordsman, but so."

Then, he felt that he was being put on his shoulders, and he was stiff.

The Lu Zhengkang in front of him was obviously real, even the Qi... suddenly disappeared, the real Lu Zhengkang appeared behind Chong Shaoyang, "Good friend, you are nothing but that."

Chong Shaoyang pursed his mouth, refused to admit defeat, raised his sword finger, turned around and stab, the sword finger penetrated into the sea of ​​air from Lu Zhengkang, Chong Shaoyang could feel the touch of the opponent's mana flowing at his fingertips. This time it's real!

Then, he was put on his shoulders again, "The second time."

"...A friendly and powerful illusion." He ridiculed Lu Zhengkang's move. Before he finished his words, the palms on his shoulders burst into flames, but it was the red eagle who couldn't bear the humiliation of his master and wanted to cut the purple eggplant with a sword.

The real Lu Zhengkang walked out of the illusion of numerous sword lights, "The swordsmanship of fellow Daoists is eye-opening."

Chong Shaoyang's face was as red as the morning sun, "But it was Chong's classmate who made an axe, and the poor Dao gave in."

Lu Zhengkang withdrew the Chiloose, Chong Shaoyang also included Luo Hui in the sheath, and the two humbly returned to Chilou together.

Huanxin Jian Jiuchenzi continued to show his swords to his colleagues, "Kunlun Palace Lu Zhengkang, I would like to learn."

At this moment, everyone has to weigh.

Lu Zhengkang invited the battle again, still silent.

Do it again, then this time Chilou's refreshing sword belongs to Jiu Chenzi.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, a Huafa old man suddenly stood up, but he was a mountain owner from the line of Xiaojiao Mountain. Previously, a pill-forming sword repairer was chopped down by Lu Zhengkang with a single sword, and then he forged an enmity.

"Zhongjiaoshan, Yan Hechun, sword sword Huang Qingfly, courteous." The man's eyes were cold, "This time I will compete with fellow Daoists, and I will die!"

Everyone in the Chilou seemed to sigh for half a sigh, so that after a muffled sigh, the air was three minutes hotter. Some were regretful, some were comfortable and joyful. Once you see blood, it will be worth seeing. .

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "Even if you compete, you will die."

They soared into the clouds, standing separately, Chilou bell rang four times.

Just at this time, there was another dragon chant from the east, the sky suddenly dimmed, and the sun disappeared. The world seemed to be plunged into a miserable evening, everything was covered with a gray-blue and dumb reflection. Everyone looked at each other with surprise. , Heaven and Earth’s spiritual energy suddenly fell into low ebb, yin and yang were out of order, day and night faint, this is eternal night.

No matter what the situation, you can't delay the sword fight.

Lu Zhengkang conveyed to Yan Hechun, "The vision of heaven and earth is left behind in history. You and I are fighting swords at this time, no matter who lives or dies, it is blessed."

Yan Hechun showed a touch of happiness, and whispered, "Who said it wasn't." He swung his sword.

The red dragon clank clanked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For an instant, a light suddenly lit up. In the eternal blue sky, it was like the brilliant headlight of a running train at night, roaring, and the wind couldn't catch up. Yes, the light was the same, only the red light of kumquat was circled around Yan Hechun's neck, and the next moment, a head flew up.

The master of Mount Mochi widened his eyes, his lips squirmed, and the Chiliu could see clearly. He was saying: Qinglian Jianzong, Winter Solstice Peak, conspiracy...

The blazing sword aura smashed his golden core to pieces. The aura that burst into pieces was a hollow cloud, and the shock wave went in all directions. Yan Hechun's sword aura and the yellow dragonfly screamed in grief and screamed. After leaving, the remnant sword fell along with the corpse in the reckless Kunlun Mountains.

The bell rang, and the grievances were cleared.

Since ancient times, there have been so many people buried in the world, but now, there is only one more lonely soul.

Lu Zhengkang harvested the red beetle and looked at the sky. Such a dim color made people feel uncomfortable. Without the sun, plants would be difficult to grow. If the eternal night lasts too long, there will be famine everywhere.

He returned to Chilou and continued to present the sword to everyone, "I would like to ask for advice."

Qing Ningzi came out more and more.

Lu Zhengkang looked at her, only at her, and didn't turn his gaze anymore. In the eternal night, Qing Ningzi's expression was calm, without sorrows and joys, just like a cold star in the sky, bright and lonely.

"Qinglian Sword Sect, Qing Ningzi, the sword weapon he holds, the Wuyue Xingzhancheng Lightsaber, it is polite."

"Qing Ning'er, please."

Qing Ningzi stepped past him, and Lu Zhengkang saw her today's pale robe, water blue repairing shoes like blue butterflies strolling in a pond under the moon.

Chilou rang three times.

The sword box behind Qingningzi unfolded and jumped out of the five-way Chongwei mountain range.

The red dragon flew out of Lu Zhengkang's sleeves, leaping forward to the Xia Xia.

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