Suddenly Lu Yu screamed.
Because a fist like a phantom was hitting the top of his head, a bag was bulging when it was visible to the naked eye.
He hurriedly rubbed it vigorously with his hands.
"Do you think this is a dream?"
The little girl ghost waved her small fist and said in a demonstration.
Lu Yu burst into tears from the pain, but directly raised his head and laughed, and said, "Dream, this dream is real enough! It's so touching... I've never had such a real dream... um, It's memorable."
He closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and did not relax.
The little girl ghost was stunned for a moment, and then became furious, seeing Lu Yu ignoring her so much, how could this be tolerated
"Dream?!" He slammed his fist up.
"I make you dream! I make you real! I see how you dream! I see how you don't wake up!"
While talking, Xiaofenquan fell like a torrential rain, banging Lu Yu's head as a sound, like a dozen monks knocking a wooden fish at the same time.
Lu Yu was helpless, so he closed his eyes and endured the pain and stretched out his hand to block it, but the little girl ghost's fist passed directly through Lu Yu's arm without any effect.
In a short while, Lu Yu was full of big bags, like the Buddha, looking quite happy.
For a while, the little girl ghost might be tired, stopped her hand, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you still pretend to be sleeping and dreaming?"
Lu Yu's eyelids trembled violently, gritted his teeth, and said loudly, "No! I just can't see it. This is definitely a dream! There are many dreams in the legend that will affect the human body, and my headache is just this. It’s a kind of influence, it’s a lie to not hurt in a dream. This is still a dream. Even if you wake up with injuries on your body, this is also a dream, yes!
Lu Yu said loudly, harp, harp, and felt a bloody smell, and he really wanted to die.
"Damn!"
The little girl ghost looked dissatisfied, raised her fist and had to fight again, and even forgot what she had to do this time.
But at this moment, her hand was suspended in the air again, she was stunned for a moment, and then pursed her lips: "Damn, it's coming again? There's no end to it!"
In a flash, it disappeared again.
Everything around Lu Yu returned to normal naturally.
Only then did he open his eyes, stunned for a while, smiled, reached out his hand to wipe his evil nosebleed, and smiled: "Surely it is a dream, isn't it? Grandma, I know it! Oh... but it hurts..."
Seeing the blood on the back of his hand, Lu Yu hurriedly rubbed his head with a bitter expression on his face.
Then, at the same time, Lu Yu was still rubbing his head for the first moment, and the next moment he grabbed a sword blade with his fingers.
The blade was sharp, cutting Lu Yu's fingers and bleeding blood. The blood turned into fire again, red and white, burning blazingly, wrapped around the blade, and wrapped it up, just like a little girl ghost wrapped his flame with flames.
Of course, Lu Yu had just learned it secretly. The other party only performed it once, and did not see the action, and did not actually touch the opponent's flame technique, but he could learn it once.
For Lu Yu, Gongfa is just a means of energy, and what is lacking is only creativity. It's just that he doesn't know how difficult this incident is for other people, for the trillions of cultivators on the entire continent, how amazing, how incredible it is!
As for the sword, it wasn't because of the flame that it turned black, but it was originally ink, the ink that Lu Yu was familiar with.
The black long sword that has gone back and forth.
Naturally, there is also its owner.
"This is the third time."
Lu Yu said softly: "How many times do you think it is enough?"
The owner of the ink-colored longsword was suspended in the air, and he flicked twice, but did not draw the ink-colored longsword from the flame.
He was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "If it weren't for this third time, how would I know that you have such a cultivation base and such a skill?"
Lu Yu shook his hand and retracted the flame, and the other party also retracted the ink-colored long sword.
"It's not that I am highly skilled, it's just that because you want to hide and practice Tibet, you can't perform as the foundation of cultivation. It's not that I am humble."
The master of the ink-colored long sword smiled lightly and said, "It is indeed possible."
"Why come back again?"
"I thought about it, I still want to kill you."
"Didn't you have already said it? Wait a while before you decide."
"Others can wait, but I can't wait. This is my last promise to him."
"It seems that this promise is very important to you."
"It's worth the life in exchange."
"Oh, so... Then I believe it, and I understand your determination. After all, you finally came alone this time. It's just... Are you sure, you alone can kill me?"
While Lu Yu was speaking, the four women had already gathered around, each showing off their weapons, and the murderous aura that made people shudder.
"I do not know either."
The owner of the black long sword suddenly grinned.
From the very beginning to the present, he laughed the most relaxed this time, as if he had become a naughty child, did something wrong and laughed awkwardly.
But because of this, Lu Yu's expression became solemn for the first time, and... with one hand out, he made a defensive action for the first time.
but…
Maybe it's too late.
Or, even if you do this earlier, it won't help.
For an instant.
A lot of things can happen in an instant. Twisting a petal, just an instant, kicking a stone on the side of walking, only an instant, the end of a life, only an instant, the explosion of a star, the same only needs For an instant.
Live in an instant, die in an instant.
Too many things will be decided in a single moment, much bigger than people think, just because this moment... happened at an important moment.
One sword, like Changhong! Ink color wipes the sky.
It's like a calligrapher splashing ink, just a moment, just a stroke, is the result of his decades of hard training, and is the whole of his artistic life.
This sword is the same.
The only difference is that this essence is left on the nasty thing of murder.
The four women couldn't believe that the other party would use such a sword, and the confrontation with Lan before was almost heaven and earth, not on the same level, so when their bodies flew out directly and hit the curtain railings, Their faces were mostly stunned, but they didn't see much surprise.
Yup.
What is surprising
The other party is a congenital holy rank, they are half-step congenital.
Even though there is only a half-step difference, to be correct, between life and death, there is only half a step toward the coffin.
Crushed.
This is the result that should appear.
The end of this sword is the moment when this sword is most powerful.
And its goal is Lu Yu, and it must be Lu Yu.
The corners of Lu Yu's eyes flicked twice, and his hands stretched out at the same time, a ball of flame and a touch of cold light.