The sword's edge is pressing in, like a thorn in the back.
Zhu Yuan and Zhu Xiuzhu looked solemn, looking at Lu Bei as if he were a monster.
In the eyes of outsiders, Lu Zhou and Lu Bei were evenly matched. Although Lu Zhou was at a slight disadvantage, he was still not without any chance of winning. He could at least last a day.
With the help of the two of them, Lu Zhou was defeated three against one, without any hope of winning.
At first glance, it seemed as if they were undercover agents holding back the team.
But they knew in their hearts that Lu Zhou's defeat had nothing to do with them, it was Lu Bei who had hidden his cultivation. Being on the scene and experiencing it firsthand, the sword intent that was so strong that it could cut through anything was frightening, much stronger than when he had fought Lu Zhou alone before.
If this is not called hidden cultivation, then what is called hidden cultivation
The key point is that they dare not guarantee whether Lu Bei has hidden his cultivation level.
For a moment, the two were in a dilemma.
This time when he arrived in Yuezhou, in addition to taking down Lingxiao Sword Sect, he also had the important task of cutting off Xiong Chu's minions. If he fought with Lu Bei here and died together, wouldn't Xiong Chu be the one who reaps the benefits
The two men looked at each other. Zhu Xiuzhu saw Zhu Yuan nodded seriously, sighed, and slowly walked up with the bamboo stick.
The bamboo stick glowed with green light, and the gray hair on Zhu Xiuzhu's old body faded away. It seemed as if time had flowed backwards for him. His body became strong, his eyebrows became sharp, his eyes became bright, and his spirit returned to the peak of his life.
There is no shortage of fancy techniques in the world of cultivating immortals, with a new one every day. In addition, the Huangji Sect has a professional team that conducts in-depth underground work and promotes the development of the sect in an archaeological way. Zhu Xiuzhu's rejuvenation is not special.
Lu Beiwang was stunned, then turned to look at Zhu Yuan.
A little disappointing.
Zhu Yuan had also changed. His three-meter-tall demonic body was surrounded by black mist, and his pair of scarlet eyes were filled with evil intent. When he walked, his demonic power was overwhelming, and the air was filled with a dangerous aura, which gave people a strong sense of oppression and shock.
Does the Huangji Sect also have a great demon elder
A string of question marks crossed Lu Bei's mind, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.
Common people are not allowed to light lamps, but the state officials can set fires. Although the Huangji Sect tried its best to suppress the evil cultivators in the Wu Zhou territory, it did not conflict with having a great elder who is an evil cultivator in the sect.
The question is, the Great Elder used to be an undercover agent and gave too much to Wu Zhou.
Boom—
The devil roared, the moonlight was not visible, rolling black clouds filled the sky, and a black giant pressed his fist.
Lu Bei stepped forward with the sword in hand, and black light gushed out like a waterfall. The black torrent submerged the space in one fell swoop, and the remaining force continued to roll towards Zhu Yuan.
A green light flashed, and Zhu Xiuzhu tapped repeatedly with his bamboo stick.
The cold flames whistled, as sharp as divine weapons, weaving formations to build up murderous intent, and each attack was all-out.
The black torrent swept Zhu Yuan away. At the same time, Lu Bei fell into the formation diagram. He saw the sky and the earth changing color, and he was covered by endless mazes. The lust and desire shook his mind and made him fall into it unable to extricate himself.
Buzz buzz buzz!!!
Black light spread across the sky, and the formation was shattered in mid-air.
Zhu Xiuzhu placed a square seal on his head to resist the violent sword energy. The golden ripples surrounding his body continued to vibrate, as if they would disappear at any time.
He was shocked by the powerful sword intent of Lu Bei, and did not dare to move the square seal on his head. Whenever there was an attack from the sword, he controlled the green light of the bamboo stick to resist. As the one with the highest cultivation in the field, his output was really average.
Zhu Yuan suffered a lot.
The great teammate Lu Zhou was stubborn and was seriously injured and offline. Zhu Xiuzhu, who had high hopes for him, could not be deployed and just stood by to watch.
What use are you!
Zhu Yuan was filled with anger, his body roared like a demon, and he raised his arms to open up his own little world.
Dark clouds loom overhead, and the vast world is desolate and silent.
The red moon shines through the gaps in the dark clouds, like a cold eye drooping, half open and half closed, overlooking the countless living beings.
Zhu Yuan stood at the center of the world, raised his hand and pointed toward the sky. In an instant, the black clouds rolled away, and a huge red moon appeared, as red as blood.
Strange magical power filled the small world, shaking the endless void turbulence, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to sink. Red light swept across, pulling long dragons connecting the sky and the ground, forming a blood-red hurricane.
The hurricane was like a chain, pulling the heaven and earth closer and closer. The small materialized world broke into large cracks, and the vast earth was turned into powder and drifted away.
Zhu Yuan stood with his back against the red full moon, roaring with demonic power. His three-meter-long body shook, and dozens of clones appeared.
These clones are exactly the same as his original body. No matter their aura or the energy fluctuations caused by waving their hands, it is difficult to tell the authenticity. At a glance, they are all real.
"cut!"
Golden light is everywhere, and black light is leaking out.
After a sprint, four huge heads surrounded by black mist flew up, roars resounded through the sky, and blood spurted out from the broken necks as vast as mountains and seas.
The blood permeated the earth and gathered into a river.
Small rivers became rivers, big rivers became lakes, and they continued to form a continuous trend, and the beginning of a sea of blood began to take shape.
In the sky, Lu Bei wielded the sword and moved it around. Whenever there was a flash of golden light, a demon body would be split in two. After dozens of demon bodies were killed, the rich blood energy remained in the air.
His heart skipped a beat and he looked up at the red moon in the sky.
Looking down again, the vast land was filled with waves, red waves hitting the bloody light, and faces of people were looming, telling a strange and chilling story.
If the information is correct, there must be something in the sea of blood.
Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, instinctively sensing that something was wrong. He did not wait curiously, but raised his hands high up to hold the Great Power Heaven, injected the innate Qi into it, maxed out all the buffs, and used all his strength to release the Immortal Sword Intent.
The terrifying sword intent seemed to be beyond the limit that Dashitian could bear. The originally black sword light turned into pure white when it was halfway down.
The giant sword fell from the sky, cutting through the sea of blood with overwhelming force.
During this time, a huge black hand tried to reach out to the sea of blood, but before it showed up, it was hit in the face by a sword and returned to where it came from.
Snap!
Boom—
The small world shattered, the earth collapsed, and red blood flowed into the void. Only the blood moon crossed the sky, painting the sky scarlet.
Bang!
Zhu Yuan fell to the ground, his soul was severely damaged, his eyes were lifeless, and he tried to stand up several times, but he staggered and failed.
On the other hand, Lu Bei, who had another experience, set his sights on Zhu Xiuzhu.
Indeed, this old man has realized the true meaning of cultivating immortals by being cowardly. When they start fighting, it's like a flood flooding the Golden Mountain.
But, since he's here, he might as well stay for three to five days. If outsiders find out, they will think that he, Lu, doesn't know how to entertain guests!
The black light spread across the sky and headed straight towards Fang Yin.
Zhu Xiuzhu didn't expect Lu Bei to kill through Zhu Yuan's small world so quickly. He didn't check it for a moment, and Fang Yin was knocked down by the immortal sword intent and almost fell from his head.
Zhu Xiuzhu sucked in a breath of cold air, and his already weak fighting spirit became even weaker. Facing Lu Bei who was killing him with a sword, he tapped with the bamboo stick in his hand, using either sword moves or stick techniques to absorb most of the attack.
The remaining part was still shaking with endless ripples of golden light.
"Young man, let's talk nicely. I'm old now, you don't want to be called a bully, do you?"
"Think twice, think twice, this is not a fair victory!"
"Shut up, old man!"
Lu Bei snorted coldly. Zhu Xiuzhu fired several consecutive sword strikes. Although he had borrowed the power of two magic weapons, he still needed to be strong himself. Zhu Xiuzhu's cultivation was already above that of Zhu Yuan and Lu Zhou, so he was a strong opponent.
Lu Bei has always been ruthless to this pretentious old man who kept shouting "no" but easily dismissed his attacks.
Besides, the old man has a lot of experience!
Buzz buzz buzz!!
The mighty sky roared, shattering the boiling void in front of it. The black light converged and was replaced by a rolling tide of scorching white sword light.
Zhu Xiuzhu's face suddenly changed. He raised his finger and pointed at a square seal, which manifested as a square tower standing above his head.
The golden light flowed down, protecting itself tightly.
The next second, a beam of scorching white light swept across, shattering the golden curtain and hitting the square tower, causing it to fly away from its original location. The rumbling sound was like a bell ringing in his ears, making Zhu Xiuzhu dizzy.
The black light came again, split into three, and went straight to the upper, middle and lower paths.
At the critical moment, Zhu Xiuzhu raised his bamboo stick to block, and the green light curtain retreated into two shadows, barely blocking the sword at the brow.
Squeak!!!
The sound of teeth grinding pierced the eardrums. Dashitian obtained the immortal sword intent, and its edge was unstoppable. The friction with the bamboo stick left white marks and scraped off a layer of powder.
Zhu Xiuzhu felt distressed when he saw this, and hurriedly called upon the square tower to protect himself, then returned to his tortoise shell and gave himself a super cover.
This old man is a turtle!
Lu Bei was speechless. If Zhu Xiuzhu was a melee maniac like Lu Zhou and Zhu Yuan, he would have the Immortal Sword Will and would be confident that he would be invincible. But this old man's magical powers were all focused on defense, with layer upon layer of tortoise shells, as if he could wear everyone out in a few hundred years.
Not far away, Zhu Yuanqiang sat cross-legged and stared at the two people in a stalemate. A hint of murderous intent flashed across his sinister eyes, and he took out a small flag the size of a palm from the void.
The pattern on the flag was chaotic and unclear, and it swelled to the size of a battle flag in the wind, with an endless amount of evil energy surging in and out.
Zhu Yuan supported his body with the battle flag, muttering something, and after a moment, he waved the flagpole vigorously in the direction of Lu Bei.
Hiss!
The void cracks spread to both sides, and the invisible blade pierced through the space and arrived in front of Lu Bei in the blink of an eye.
The violent attack covered a very large area, even Zhu Xiuzhu was involved.
The two men were stunned at the sight, and then they started punching each other, fist to fist, and then they used the opponent's strength to pull themselves back.
The scope of the crack suddenly expanded, swallowing up half of Lu Bei's small world in one gulp. The two tried every possible means but still could not escape safely.
Zhu Xiuzhu's face turned ashen, with a square seal on his head. He held a bamboo stick in his hand, and his body swelled up into a muscular little giant. He pasted two talismans on his forehead and chest, put on the thickest armor, and waited for the most vicious attack.
For Lu Bei, the best defense is offense, and he wields the Great Power Sword with all his might.
Amid the roar of Dashitian's pain and joy, thick beams of light surged up from Lu Bei's body. Boundless pressure swept across, streams of light rushed, and the sky-high sword pillar twisted the void, pouring out immortal brilliance.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The small world was shattered, and violent energy spread around Beijun Mountain. The vast and abyss-like force pressed down on everyone's heads, forming a terrifying vortex in the air.
The lightning flashed in my ears, like the roar of a ferocious beast.
The rolling waves of sound burst out violently, and after a long while, the broken sky returned to calm.
In the field, Lu Bei had disheveled hair, holding the Dashitian sword, and his body was covered in blood.
Opposite him, Zhu Xiuzhu lowered his head and coughed up blood. He still had the strength to fight, but his magic power was severely depleted and he didn't have much strength left.
Zhu Yuan: _(x3」∠)_
Lu Zhou: 0(：3～_(：3」∠)_