It is okay for a sword cultivator to use his fists.
The word "Tao" can understand everything. After understanding the Tao, your supernatural powers will not be limited to just one.
Often, there is no difference between using a sword and using a fist.
The gravekeeper was curious about the fact that Lu Bei possessed the best sword skills in the world and was undoubtedly a top swordsman at the level of a grandmaster of the sword art. Such a person had a strong sword heart, and if he did not have a sword in his hand, his strength would definitely be weakened by 30%.
Even a sword can't break it, let alone a pair of fists.
The so-called fist-fighting is a bit too arrogant.
clang—
Lu Bei looked at everyone with an indifferent expression, and walked slowly in the void.
Sword light and air flow burst out, and white lotus blossomed under his feet.
The steps seemed slow but were actually fast. Every step was like a method of moving and transferring. The shadows flickered and were difficult to capture with the naked eye.
Only the surging sword intent became heavier step by step. When he arrived in front of the gravekeeper, the boiling sword intent was difficult to suppress and reached the peak that could be achieved at the moment.
The fist that pressed down was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, shining brightly and dazzlingly, with an unparalleled sword edge.
"Hey, this..."
The gravekeeper looked sideways, not knowing how to describe this sword, or this punch.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and for the first time, a look of surprise appeared in his golden pupils under the mask.
The sword light disappeared so quickly that he could no longer see it.
not good!
As the sword approached, alarm bells rang in the gravekeeper's heart. Without thinking too much, he put his hands in front of his chest and attacked the source of the crisis directly.
boom!!!
A beam of light burst out and rushed to the end of the void.
The moment the gravekeeper raised his hand, severe pain attacked his limbs and bones, and his internal organs were churning, as if they had evaporated and could not be felt.
He flew backwards, and it was unknown how far he flew before he finally stopped.
The cloaked mask crackled, and its light golden eyes were filled with solemnity.
The gravekeeper patted the burning fist mark on his chest and said, "Yes, this blow is enough to hurt me. What about you? How many times can your body bear the sword power?"
He had never heard of such a strong sword intent before. While he was curious about where the Jiang family got the reinforcements from, he concluded that Lu Bei's body could not bear it.
After all, humans have limits.
The white light breaks through the dawn, dispelling the thick darkness.
The gravekeeper's eyes flickered with golden light, his breathing became rhythmic, and he used his bloodline abilities to enhance his own perception, infinitely slowing down the flow of time around him.
At this moment, he was faster than Lu Bei.
boom!!!
The black figure flew backwards, the mask bathed in the sword light and shattered into powder.
The gravekeeper raised his hand and touched the sword wound on his cheek, with a hint of disbelief in his solemn eyes.
He clearly saw it, so why was he still a step slower
Lu Bei stopped and took in the dignity of the gravekeeper. He had a wide mouth, a lion nose, a broad face, big ears, and wild hair hanging down his shoulders. Although he was not extremely ugly, he did look like a human.
Lu Bei looked at the golden mane on the gravekeeper's face and frowned, "Demon tribe?"
Not only is he a demon, he is also a demon king who has not yet transformed.
The demon king in the Mahayana stage is about to ascend to heaven and has not yet transformed. You can imagine how powerful his blood is. In Lu Bei's shallow common sense of the immortal world, he only knows that the little snake sister with the blood of Teng Snake has the same potential.
The mask was knocked off, and the gravekeeper simply stopped pretending. He growled, and his body suddenly grew taller than three meters.
The beast has lion-like hair, long and slender ears, ferocious eyebrows and eyes, a bloody mouth spewing hot steam, and golden canine teeth that are extremely eye-catching.
He shook his numb neck and said, "The demon tribe is indeed a demon tribe, but I have nothing to do with the Ten Thousand Demons Nation. King Yan will not leave you such an obvious handle... Forget it, there is no point in saying more. Anyway, you are already a dying man."
He stretched out his arms horizontally, his muscular arms flashing with a pale golden light, as indestructible as the golden body of Buddha.
The fist tore through the turbulent void with overwhelming force, spanning several miles and instantly impacting Lu Bei's chest.
The afterimage is erased.
Lu Bei's body turned into golden light and arrived behind the gravekeeper. He swung one arm, put three fingers together, and used the Three Bitter Darkness Method to penetrate into the strange powers of Taiyin, Taiyang, and Zhen characters.
The fingertips touched the golden light, creating an imperceptible shadow.
The attack failed to break through the defense, and Lu Bei was frightened and ran away, avoiding the three-meter-tall beast's counterattack and bear hug.
What kind of monster is this? Its body is so strong. Even if it is a demon, it is a bit outrageous.
Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and two balls of golden flames jumped in his eyes. In his sight, the gravekeeper was a human-shaped golden flame, full of explosive destructive power like a volcano.
But he really couldn't tell what species it was.
Just when Lu Bei was wondering what the gravekeeper was doing, the latter raised one hand, his five fingers trembled, and his sharp claws burst out with a piercing sonic boom. The golden blade cut through the darkness and extended down like a sword energy that spread for thousands of miles.
Five golden lights split apart, and one of them went straight to where Lu Bei was.
The golden sword energy opened the magnificent curtain, and the remaining light distorted the void, burning an extremely hot sea of fire.
Lu Bei was far away, but he could still feel the heat wave blowing towards him.
He had seen this flame...
twice.
The first time I met my cousin, the Zombie King used the same type of corpse fire. The second time was Ji Han, who was protected by a golden corpse with poisonous fire. She could attack or defend, and was invulnerable to any attack.
"So that's it, they are zombies, not monsters."
Lu Bei curled his lips. None of these Mahayana cultivators spoke the truth, and even their farts smelled of conspiracy.
Zombies are zombies, but they actually pretend to be monsters. Aren’t they afraid of causing trouble for King Yan and attracting pursuit and interception from the human race’s holy land
Oh, Emperor Ji has long been unhappy with Prince Yan and has always supported the Jiang royal family.
That's no problem.
"Hide and hide, where is the third punch? Can't your body bear it?"
The gravekeeper was bathed in golden flames, with his hands raised to form the shadow of a roaring mythical beast. Lu Bei had sharp eyes and could see some residual image of the Qilin in the hazy shadow.
The corpse of the demon clan, and then turned into a zombie
Lu Bei was completely confused. His thoughts, which he had finally sorted out, immediately became a mess. Knowing that he lacked common sense, he simply stopped thinking about it and accepted the invitation of the gravekeeper. He turned into a shadow and rushed into the sea of fire, punching the hideous face directly.
"Come..."
BANG!!!
Some gaps cannot be changed by talking too hard. Slow means slow, and the reality will not be distorted due to personal subjective will.
The zombie gravekeeper shouted and took the third punch, asking for a hammer and he actually caught it with his face.
Lu Bei's figure flashed, and at the moment when the zombie was flying backwards, he lay horizontally in the shadow, put his hands together to form a sword, and used the Taoist rhymes of Changchong and Yuanran as the blade to cut through the indestructible skin and flesh of the zombie.
Then he clapped his palms out, and the four forces of Taiyin, Taiyang, Thunder and Storm came in one after another.
The moon and the sun twist, yin and yang swim like fish, all things carry the yin and embrace the yang, causing thunder and storms to collide and create disorder.
Lu Bei modified his new ultimate move, using the Dao rhyme as its foundation and using the method of the Wheel of Life and Death to perform it, creating yin and yang, controlling life and death, and depriving the gravekeeper of his soul and body.
Then…
The soul was not found.
“Hehehe—”
The gravekeeper turned around fiercely, and his five fingers shot out sharp claws, tearing down his chest.
A golden light flashed, and the two men looked at each other silently, one stunned, the other horrified.
The gravekeeper looked at the five white marks on Lu Bei's chest in surprise, then looked at his own claws, and remained speechless for a long time.
He has traveled all over the world and has seen all kinds of scenes. This kind of...
Sword cultivator
Physical training
I've never seen it before.
It can’t be a demon!
It's hard to say. The move just now was very similar to the Tiangang fighting method passed down from generation to generation by the demon clan. Even if it was not from the demon clan, it had a great relationship with the demon clan.
Lu Bei was surprised that the gravekeeper was a complete zombie. Unlike the Zombie King and Ji Han, the former used a body to revive, while the latter refined his flesh into a corpse, and both had spirits inside them.
If I have to give a similar example, it would only be the corpse of the earth immortal in Shuizeyuan's grave.
Prince Yan has such a strong man under his command. He picked the wrong opponent!
The royal family has such a powerful person under its command, no wonder he dares to challenge me!
The man and the corpse were wary of each other and confronted each other on the spot. Neither would I move unless the enemy moved.
At this moment, two afterimages arrived, one chasing and one fleeing.
Jiang Biehe was covered in dust and the folding fan in his hand was tattered. He was no match for Qiu Yuan's Dian Cang Seal and the secret method of the Six Heavenly Demon Kings. He was chased to the point where he had no way out. He found out where Taoist friend Tian Mingzi was and hurried over to ask for help.
When I saw the two of them facing off, just posing and not putting in any effort, I was immediately extremely envious.
"Fellow Daoist, let me deal with this monster. You take a rest first."
Jiang Biehe arrived at Lu Bei's side, spread out the broken paper fan, and a line of words scribbled across it: "The bastard from the Imperial Observatory said a lot of bad things about the Wuliang Sword Sect in front of me. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I brought him to you."
Lu Bei: …
Sister Shao works hard to spread rumors!
Work harder, and in a few days the old Zhu family who are just eating and fattening up will know about it.
"Fellow Daoist, please speak. I have come thousands of miles to bring this bastard to you." Jiang Biehe urged, fearing that Lu Bei would not agree.
"This man is very strong. He can withstand several of my sword strikes without dying."
"It doesn't matter. I just like to challenge the strong. I won't be happy if I'm not strong enough!"
"… "
What else could Lu Bei say after this? His body turned into golden light and disappeared into the distance.
The moment he set foot, he arrived in front of Qiu Yuan, who raised his hands and used his fists, palms and fingers to blast out the Dian Cang Seal that pointed to the lives of all living things.
Bang!
A big hand grabbed his face, Qiu Yuan felt dizzy and was taken away.
"Sword cultivator, don't leave—"
The gravekeeper roared into the void, and the sound of thunder and lightning spread.
"My fellow Taoist, your opponent is me." Jiang Biehe raised his finger and a bridge of golden light formed, blocking the gravekeeper's way.
The gravekeeper froze, turned around expressionlessly, his pale golden eyes cold and calm, with only two words written in them - Who do you think you are to be my opponent
"I am not talented, but I would like to learn from your advice." Jiang Biehe spread out his folding fan, creating a breeze that blew his long hair, which looked like grass on a grave.
"… "
The gravekeeper had a gloomy look on his face. He had been roaming the Western Demon Realm, but he had never received such an insult before. His five fingers shot out sharp claws and chopped down.
…
"Ahem..."
Blood was oozing from Qiu Yuan's mouth, his internal organs were visible through the sword scar on his chest, his hands were a bloody mess, and his ten fingers were in disfigured shapes.
He used his fists, palms and fingers to create the Dian Cang Seal, but not only did it fail to break the defense, he also broke his own hands.
Lu Bei was still in the state of fighting against the zombie gravekeeper. His energy and spirit were all raised to the peak, and he went all out without holding back at all.
As a sword practitioner, the best proof of his skill is that he abandons his sword.
He was suspicious of Qiu Yuan's weakness, even inferior to Yan Xiaoshuang. He raised his hand to pat the dust off his chest and said arrogantly: "The Imperial Astronomical Observatory's Dian Cang Seal is so powerful..."
“But that’s about it.”