The violent wind suddenly hit.
At this moment, the spiritual energy diffused between the heaven and the earth condensed into a palm, and the palm lines on the palm of the palm seemed to be finely detailed, as if they were real.
The terrifying power permeated the room, making the Overlord unable to breathe.
This sense of oppression made the hairs on the Overlord's body stand on end, even though he had stepped into the body now, but in front of this palm, he couldn't even arouse the slightest fighting spirit.
"This is… "
The overlord completely forgot the curse issued by the twisted soul of the Buddhist monk.
Besides, he didn't care about the curse at all.
"Young Master Lu?"
Overlord murmured.
Thousands of miles away, condensing a palm, this kind of method is supernatural, only the one in Bai Yujing.
But when the palm fell, the twisted soul of the Buddhist monk let out a mournful howl.
He wanted to escape and dissipate between the heaven and the earth, but he couldn't escape at all. He was directly covered by a palm and slammed into the earth fiercely.
Overlord suddenly felt that the earth shook.
However, in that land, the soul of the Buddhist monk howled miserably again.
And the palm transformed by the spiritual energy was merciless, like swat a fly, several palms in a row.
The soul of the Buddhist monk no longer howled miserably, and even became a little numb.
That appearance, in Overlord's eyes, resembled very much... the self after being severely beaten by society for the first time.
finally…
The palm of the spiritual energy seemed to be holding a chick, carrying the soul of the Buddhist monk and disappearing between heaven and earth.
And the headless body of the Buddhist monk fell backwards in the snow.
hum...
A breath of spiritual energy blows like the wind.
The corpse immediately turned into fly ash and disappeared.
far away.
The blond man who was fighting Nie Zhangqing felt the disappearance of the Buddhist monk's breath, and his body froze suddenly.
He flicked the sword in Nie Changqing's hand, and looked at the position of the Buddhist monk in disbelief.
However, the body of the Buddhist monk is like flying ashes that have been scattered...
Completely disappeared!
This scene made the blond man think of a terrifying word, destroying corpses and eradicating traces.
who is it? !
The blond man felt a chill in his heart. He thought of the weird master of the plane who had never appeared or made a move in this world.
Was the disappearance of the Buddhist monk caused by the lord of the plane
"Although your strength is stronger than mine, but... dare to lose your mind in battle, who gave you the courage?"
Suddenly.
Nie Changqing's voice resounded in the blond man's heart.
Oops!
The blond man's heart trembled, and he looked at Nie Zhangqing's position the next moment.
But see.
The man in the white shirt slowly spread his hands to the sides in front of him, like a roc spreading its wings.
The butcher's knife was spinning in front of him at a high speed, and the sound of sharp cutting was filled with the spinning.
Wisps of spiritual energy surged out of Nie Zhangqing's Qi Pill.
Gather around the butcher's knife.
A gradually solidified blade shadow was formed.
"Royal knife."
Nie Zhangqing said calmly.
Then, he raised his hand, as if holding a big knife, and slashed at the blond man.
A phantom knife shadow with a length of ten meters suddenly cut down.
The blond man wanted to dodge, but found that he couldn't dodge under Nie Zhangqing's knife. A blocking force made him completely unavoidable.
This is... sword intent? !
The blond man was startled. Although it was just a vague saber intent, but... the bonus to combat power was extremely strong.
Sword intent, sword intent, etc., are hard to comprehend.
Unexpectedly, in this world of low martial arts, there would be an existence that comprehended the sword intent.
There is no way to avoid it.
The blond man hurriedly raised the lightsaber in his hand to block it!
boom!
The terrifying knife air wave seemed to split the air.
The flying snow all over the sky was cut out of holes, and when it fell from the sky, it bypassed the sky swept by the sword.
The ground dust and gravel are separated to both sides.
The lightsaber in the blond man's hand was broken in two.
The golden hair was cut off and fell to the ground. After that, blood sprayed out and sprinkled on the falling hair.
A hideous wound spread from his waist, almost splitting his whole body in half.
The bright red blood is constantly flowing.
The knife intent ran wildly in his body, destroying his vitality.
The blond man howled in pain, took two steps trembling, and fell to the ground.
He gasped heavily.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.
The blond man looked at Nie Zhangqing who was walking step by step, and at Nie Changqing's floating butcher's knife.
A smile appeared on his pale face.
In this smile, there is helplessness and relief.
He raised his blood-stained trembling hand, stroked his blond hair, raised his head, and looked at Nie Zhangqing who was already standing in front of him, covering the snow that was falling all over the sky.
"Can you leave a nice way to die?"
The blond man said.
He didn't want to die as badly as a Buddhist monk.
Nie Zhangqing looked down at the blond man with an indifferent expression.
The picture in the corridor in the central palace emerged in his eyes.
In that picture, he saw the picture of the ancient cultivators who died in a bloody battle against the evil spirits outside the sky, and saw the picture of the ancient emperor being besieged by many powerful enemies, even if he died, he would not give up the picture of the mountains and rivers behind him.
He let out a breath slowly.
"cannot."
Nie Zhangqing said.
After the words fell, the blond man's complexion froze.
Pooh!
The butcher's knife turned into a black awn and swept past.
The blond man's head was thrown high into the air and fell to the ground.
The butcher's knife hung in front of Nie Zhangqing.
Nie Changqing took out a white cloth handkerchief from his sleeve, and gently wiped the dark red blood on the butcher's knife.
The white snow flew by, adding a bit of awe to this elegant picture.
From the headless body of the blond man, a distorted soul floated out.
Compared with the ferocity and madness of Buddhist monks.
The soul of the blond man smiled evilly.
He stared distortedly at Nie Zhangqing who was wiping the butcher's knife with a white cloth, and smiled strangely, making one's hair stand on end.
"One day, you will encounter invaders stronger than us, you will feel your own powerlessness, and you will be decapitated in despair just like me today..."
The blond man was extremely ferocious.
However, after wiping the butcher's knife, Nie Zhangqing was very calm about his words.
He carried the cleaned butcher's knife around his waist.
"I know."
Nie Zhangqing looked calm.
He glanced at the snowy sky.
"This land has long been invaded by evil spirits like you from outside the sky. There are elegiac songs flowing in the land here. The emperor has wept blood, and the sky has also wailed."
"However, we will also become stronger, and we will not let the regrets of the ancient times return to the earth."
Nie Changqing said slowly.
The soul of the blond man was stunned.
"???"
What is this guy... talking about
Were they not the first invaders? !
People in this low martial arts world are so strange.
boom!
Above the sky, spiritual energy gathered and turned into a palm.
Nie Zhangqing looked at the palm, sensed the familiar aura, and respect finally appeared on his calm face.
"What's more, in this world... there is a young master."
The corners of Nie Changqing's unshaven mouth were raised slightly.
The palm of the spiritual energy suddenly fell down.
The soul of the blond man resisted and let out a miserable howl.
Afterwards, he also encountered a tragic situation like the soul of a Buddhist monk. He was beaten by the palm of the spiritual energy for a while, and then he calmed down and stopped howling miserably.
And the palm of the spiritual energy disappeared between the sky and the earth as if pinching a chick.
Nie Zhangqing watched as the blond man's body turned into ashes and dissipated in the wind and snow.
He let out a mouthful of hot air.
He shook his head, looked at the gloomy sky, the falling white snow, icy cold, fell on his face, soaking his skin.
"our world… "
"I, Bai Yujing, will protect you."
…
Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.
Lu Fan made another false arrest, but he was too busy.
"This wanderer is a bit weak."
Lu Fan was speechless.
Originally, the mission completion standard given by the system was that Bai Yujing would not die, but Lu Fan thought that these wanderers would be very strong.
However, Lu Fan was a little disappointed that the homeless man was weak.
I originally wanted to use these homeless people as stepping stones for Nie Zhangqing and Bawang, but it's a pity...
They died peacefully.
Rumble!
The invisible aura formed a storm.
The lake surface of Beiluo Lake suddenly sank, as if a transparent boat had sunk the water surface and was speeding fast.
Accompanied by a roar.
It disturbed the swimming fish and gulls, herons and crows on the island.
Finally, the roar disappeared.
On the surface of the lake, two translucent soul figures appeared at unknown times...
They are still in a state of disarray, they have not yet recovered from the state of being beaten.
Lu Fan sat on the Thousand Blades chair and looked at the two figures faintly.
Body Tibetan Realm is equivalent to building a foundation. Although the practice methods of the two are different, their combat effectiveness is comparable.
When you reach the Tizang Realm, you can look inside your body, control the circulation of spiritual energy in your body, and temper your internal organs. This is because your soul is stronger.
Therefore, when the strong person in the body storage area dies, the soul can be temporarily immortal and appear in a solidified state.
The aura was dense, and under Lu Fan's control, it was isolated from the outside world.
The souls of the blond man and the Buddhist monk woke up.
Then, they saw Lu Fan.
The Buddhist monk and the blond man were both stunned...
Dressed in white clothes, with red lips and white teeth, he looked like a young man sitting in a wheelchair.
However, the wheelchair floating on the lake made them feel unusual.
"The master of the plane?!"
The souls of the Buddhist monk and the blond man let out sounds of astonishment.
Lu Fan glanced at the two and nodded slightly.
At this moment, he ignored these two people, because when he detained the Buddhist monk and the blond man.
In front of his eyes, a line of systematic prompting text popped up.
"Assessment task: Resist the invasion of four wanderers from outside the sky, and a spiritual avatar of the master of the plane of the Chinese martial arts world (current task completion progress: 3/5)"
Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with the other.
"Mission progress... Are there still two wanderers left unsolved?"
Lu Fan thought about it.
While Lu Fan was thinking, the Buddhist monk and the blond man had recovered from the shock.
The two looked at each other, and both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Soon, this astonishment turned into shock and anger!
They were scammed!
Suffered a huge deception...
The boy sitting in a wheelchair in front of him is not an old monster at the Golden Core Realm at all.
Because there is no oppressive aura emanating from the condensed golden core.
Not even the Foundation Establishment Realm.
In the soul perception of the Buddhist monk and the blond man...
The young man in front of him is just a mere existence in the Qi Condensation Realm!
Condensation atmosphere!
How could the Buddhist monk and the blond man not be angry
They made the right bet, but... they were beheaded by the natives of this world.
It makes them sad, annoyed, miserable...
If Lu Fan were to describe their feelings at the moment, it would be like the despair of winning the grand prize in the lottery, only to find that the stub of the lottery ticket was torn to pieces...
"Air-condensing state... haha... It's actually just a condensing state..."
The blond man didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Buddhist monks also fold their palms together, with mixed flavors.
"Well... are you feeling better?"
Lu Fan looked at the Buddhist monk and the blond man, and said calmly.
"I didn't expect the lord of the plane to be so weak. No wonder you never made a move. It turns out... It's not that you don't want to, but that you can't."
The blond man said.
"If I had known you were so weak, I would have gone directly to Dazhou, to Baiyujing, and killed you!"
"Why stir up five random weeks..."
The blond man was deeply remorseful.
Lu Fan propped his chin with one hand, stroked Feng Lingjian's guard with the other, and quietly watched the blond man talking to himself.
The soul of the Buddhist monk raised his head suddenly.
"Now I know... it's not too late!"
"Take away the soul of the lord of the face, and we will be able to replace it!"
A hint of ferocity suddenly appeared on the peaceful face of the Buddhist monk.
Suddenly turned into an evil Buddha.
He rushed towards Lu Fan who was sitting in a wheelchair ferociously.
The corner of Lu Fan's mouth twitched. He detained the spirits of the blond man and the Buddhist monk just to study their cultivation methods.
But unexpectedly, it gave the two of them a... beautiful illusion.
Could it be that the beating just now...was fake
Did you forget about the beating just now
What happened to the Qi Refining Realm
Can't you be a big boss in the Qi Refining Realm
After I refine Qi for one hundred layers, I can destroy the heavens and step on ghosts and gods.
Lu Fan flicked his finger on the armrest of the wheelchair.
"Are you... wanting to fart?"
A silver glow suddenly shot out.
poof...
It pierced through the eyebrows of the evil Buddha's soul and nailed him into the void.
The aura emanating from the silver blade almost shook the fragile soul of the evil Buddha away.
And on Lu Fan's body, wisps of aura began to surge.
The terrifying pressure was like thunder on the ground.
Depressed and dull, it opened its eyes like a sleeping lion.
And like the rising sun, it rises from the horizon and illuminates the earth.
The soul of the blond man softened, and he knelt down on the lake.
The howling of the soul of the Buddhist monk who was imprisoned came to an abrupt end.
The terrifying aura pervading the heaven and the earth seemed to be able to annihilate the fly ash they were blasted with just a little force.
"This breath..."
"Gold... Golden Core Realm... Boss!"
The blond man was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.
Lu Fan's breath at the moment seemed to be a scorching sun.
If they were ordinary little ghosts with ghosts, then Lu Fan was the blazing sun god.
Jindan Realm...
What a godlike Golden Core Realm!
It turned out that they had made a wrong bet from the beginning.
It wasn't that Lu Fan couldn't kill them, but he didn't bother to kill them at all. Reality is the truth, and their guesses turned out to be illusions.
It turns out... Lu Fan really regarded them as the sharpening stones for Nie Zhangqing and the others.
Lu Fan ignored the spirits of the blond man and the Buddhist monk.
Instead, raise your hand.
Gently swiped towards the lake in front of him.
Suddenly, the lake water parted on both sides.
in the lake...
A ray of golden light flew up.
In the golden light, a face of numbness and despair appeared...
"Well... there are only two more to come together."
Lu Fan tapped his finger on the gauntlet, and said.
far away.
When the souls of the blond man and the evil Buddha saw the golden light, they sensed the powerful spiritual breath of the golden light, and their souls were almost washed away.
This scene made them even more desperate.
Another golden core realm old monster!
In this lake... there is still an old monster at the Golden Core level being suppressed? !
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