Peng Xinzhi is gone.
Although Shao Shi Mountain is big, there is no place for him to stay. He doesn't want to stay and humiliate himself, so leaving quietly is the best option.
In terms of strength, inheritance, reputation, etc., Lu Bei is superior to him. This departure is a farewell, and there will be no possibility for him to set foot on Shao Shi Mountain again.
Little King Yan is useless.
King Zhenyan was persuaded to ascend to heaven.
After being the King of Zhenbei for 600 years, Peng Xinzhi realized today that he has failed to live up to the title. He plans to return to the palace to submit a letter to the capital, asking for a more auspicious title.
By the way, prepare the red envelopes for the 100 days.
We can’t just give up on five hundred years of perseverance. We have to at least participate.
King Zhenbei took his younger brother away. Because it was not important, the three people in the field did not take it to heart, except Lu Bei who felt a little regretful.
Two audience members left early, which greatly reduced the value of the decoration.
At this time, he didn't know that the audience who left was King Zhenbei. Rounding off, the loss was several billion.
The trend is turbulent.
Qi Shangdu condensed his sword intent and was full of fighting spirit. With him as the center, an extremely strong will as heavy as the sky rolled out.
The space could no longer bear it and collapsed into a dark void.
The moment the void was shattered, bright sword light shot up into the sky. Qi Shangdu stepped into the darkness, and the majestic sword intent burst out.
Feeling the vast sword intent, Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword intent burst out to meet it head-on.
"cut!"
The swords and sabers collided with each other, and strong light appeared everywhere.
Lu Bei leaned forward and stretched his body suddenly while moving at high speed. His five fingers suddenly came together and his fists burst the void, causing ghosts to howl and wolves to howl.
The fist pressed down, and Qi Shangdu's clothes rustled. He looked directly at the scorching white sword light and felt an endless pressure coming towards him.
There is the boundless edge of the immortal sword, and an indescribable...
Strong and tough
Is this what the Immortal Sword Intent is like
Qi Shangdu was surprised. It was the first time he faced the Immortal Sword Intent. Recalling the experience his mentor had learned after his defeat, he suddenly raised his hand.
There was a barely perceptible sound of a long sword being unsheathed, and the hazy blade light suddenly shone brightly.
The knife light was like mercury, cutting through the darkness, leaving a long-lasting white mark.
It is also like the moon in the water, turning the dark void into rippling lake surface. The tyrannical will already has some shadow of the unity of man and nature.
“Nice knife.”
Lu Bei's eyes lit up, and a fighting spirit boiled in his chest.
He had no feelings for Qi Shangdu, but was very interested in Qi Shangdu's master and Qili Jing. Both the master and the disciple were masters of swordsmanship, and both were defeated by the two leaders of the Tianjian Sect. Isn't this a beautiful story
He punched forward, shattering the water moon sword light in front of him, stepped on it to break the sword lotus, and cut the surrounding void to leave a series of criss-crossing grooves.
“Nice sword!”
Qi Shangdu's fighting spirit became even stronger. He flipped his palm sword, splitting the sky into a vast ocean of sword light, and rolling up a torrent of tsunamis that submerged Lu Bei's position.
In an instant, a fist came straight at me, cutting through the waves and thorns, with an unstoppable edge.
Qi Shang was not in a hurry, remembering the lesson of his mentor, he put his body together with his sword and turned his palm to meet the attack, waiting for an opportunity to turn defense into offense amid the sword force that was unleashed like a storm.
Master said that facing the Immortal Sword Intent head-on is not the best strategy.
No matter how mysterious your swordsmanship is, how profound your sword intent is, or how powerful your Tao rhyme is, the Immortal Sword Intent will always have a trick to break it.
The only possibility of defeating the Immortal Sword Intent is if the sword holder fails to defeat it for a long time and changes his moves to reveal a flaw.
That moment is extremely short, but as long as the person holding the knife seizes the opportunity, he can turn the tide and win with one strike.
Qi Shangdu took the warning to heart, defended instead of attacked, and used...
The technique of dragging the knife.
In just a short moment, the swords collided hundreds of times. Lu Bei couldn't help but frowned, and his burning fighting spirit gradually turned cold.
Boring.
This Heavenly Sword is just so-so, its fame greater than its strength, and it lacks any aggressive edge.
Zheng—
He stepped forward, and the scorching white halo surrounding his body turned into flames. He stepped out with burning magic power and punched out with his arm horizontally.
The opportunity has come!
Qi Shangdu's eyes sparkled and he raised his knife.
The moon hangs high in the sky, and my aspirations are high in the sky.
The bright sword light spread across thousands of feet, and then...
What’s going on? Is this the immortal sword intent
Why is it different from what Master said
Before the blade fell, Qi Shangdu was a little slow and lost his facial perception, flying backwards.
He remembered his mentor's teachings and tried to grasp it, but he didn't hold on to it.
Lu Bei drank two sips of milk, and his already extremely fast speed became even more exaggerated. With his fighting spirit cooling down, he drew his sword only for experience, swung his arm, and sped up to deliver another punch.
In just a short moment, there were hundreds of moves.
Amid the sound of clanging swords, the black void left behind crisscrossing cracks that were visible to the naked eye.
In this void that was like a chessboard, the Heavenly Sword was full of flaws and seemed to be on the verge of being shattered.
Like his master, he practiced the art of abandoning the sword, taking the path of unity between man and sword, and never looked back on the path of extreme flow.
The result was that ordinary Mahayana cultivators were cut in half by his sword. If they were not cut in half, he would strike them again.
What's worse is that the Heavenly Sword has lost its exquisite charm and is no longer as smooth as flowing water. Facing even more powerful opponents, it has almost no room to fight back.
Boom! Boom! Boom—
Lu Bei raised his long hair and staggered forward. Qi Shangdu, who dared to turn his back on him, was kicked out by Lu Bei, adding another blow to his buttocks.
[You defeated Qi Shangdu and gained 1 billion experience points]
There is no double, it turns out that your level is not high!
Lu Bei did not choose to kill him, but seeing the mere 10 billion experience points, it was a bit of a pity. Yan Xiaoshuang should take the main responsibility for this.
If she hadn't taken the initiative to heal, the defeat rating would have been higher.
Thinking of this, Lu Bei looked at the red-robed monk and said, "Master, thank you for waiting. Heavenly Blade has been defeated. It is your turn to pass away."
"Amitabha."
The red-robed monk clasped his hands together and witnessed Qi Shangdu's tragic defeat. Knowing that he could not stop his divine speed and magical power, he chanted scriptures and began to stack armor.
The sound of Zen was faint, and a strong wind gradually rose in the void.
However, the golden light did not bring mercy, but a thick and smelly sea of blood. In the rolling blood, a giant golden Buddha slowly rose up.
Even though the body is in a sea of filth and blood, the golden body remains incorruptible.
Lu Bei nodded secretly. This method may seem evil, but it is similar to his "The Great Demon Buddha of the Eclipse Speaks of the Infinite Heart Sutra". He carries the sorrow and pain with himself and follows the path of "if I don't go to hell, who will?"
Thinking of this, he became confused.
Logically speaking, a monk as compassionate as the Red-Robed Monk would have long abandoned fame, wealth and vanity and should not appear here.
Everything can be explained by the grudges of previous generations. The red-robed monk is obviously redundant. Is he really so stupid and stupid that he deserves a beating to relax his muscles
At this moment, the strange pale face of the paper man flashed through his mind.
Lu Bei still held on to his original opinion that this mysterious man was very problematic.
Above the sea of blood, there is boundless golden light.
As the red-robed monk chanted scriptures, countless tadpole-shaped characters appeared on the golden body of the Buddha, the mysteries of Buddhism were revealed, and the densely packed scriptures carried infinite golden light.
It was like a huge sun, dispersing the sea of blood and bringing about the righteous result.
The big Buddha nodded and smiled faintly, then clapped his hands from a distance.
"Om!"
…
[You defeated the Red Monk and gained 1.2 billion experience points. The difference in the opponent's level is greater than 20 levels, so you will be awarded 1.2 billion experience points.]
"The old guy is pretty strong. I really can't beat him without taking off my clothes."
The void shattered, and Lu Bei walked out with his upper body naked, carrying two captives.
Lu Bei's intuition told him that the two Mahayana monks who stood at the peak of Wenliang were equally powerful and it was difficult to tell who was better. In terms of artistic conception, the red-robed monk would win, but in actual combat, Qi Shang, who was extremely skilled in the way of the sword, had a greater chance of winning.
But after fighting with the two men, he found that his intuition was not reliable at all. The Heavenly Sword was too watery, and it only had a sharp blade, but it was not comfortable at all when used in a fight.
What a waste of feelings. He had high expectations for her before.
After thinking about it, Lu Bei realized that Qilijing had done great harm to people. It was like a walking cancer, causing harm wherever it went.
The sword master of the Wuliang Sword School was beaten so hard that his swordsmanship collapsed. He abandoned his sword and turned to metaphysics.
Qi Shangdu's master got the skills for free and thought he had tasted the sweetness, but he was tortured to death by Qi Shangdu's abandoned swordsmanship. Qi Shangdu continued to be poisoned and overturned the bright light. He refused to repent on the road with no bright future.
"That's too bad. This is unlike me, the Sect Master. I am kind by nature, and I can be very honest when I am bad."
Lu Bei disdainfully said nothing and also dug a hole for others to fall into. Qi Lijing hid it and after digging the hole, he stood by and watched the unlucky guy's joke.
He is different. He digs in front of others, forces them to jump in, and laughs in front of them.
The gap between people is even bigger than that between people and dogs, which makes Lu Bei sigh endlessly. With Qi Lijing, a scumbag, in front of him, he will be embarrassed to call himself the leader of Tianjian Sect when he goes out in the future.
…
In the main hall of Fuyao Palace, Lu Bei dropped two captives and asked the female cultivators to take them away and treat them well.
Use the most expensive quiet room, the most expensive spiritual energy, not seek the best of everything, just the most expensive. Wait until the two Mahayana masters recover from their injuries, and let them settle the bill.
A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. King Yan, Tian Dao and the red-robed monk, these three strong men risked their reputation and shouted at the top of their lungs to prove Lu Bei's strength.
Ignoring the female disciples who were whispering to each other, the four elders were in the main hall, and they all looked at Lu Bei differently.
At first, they were a little surprised, wondering if the palace master gave too quickly and brought back a pretty boy as soon as he left.
Now I understand why Yan Xiaoshuang can be the palace master, while they can only be elders.
She has a delicate forehead and beautiful eyebrows, a charming smile and eyes that are full of hope.
Lu Bei was still a child, how could he bear such naked gazes? He felt really embarrassed to be stared at, so he smiled shyly and retaliated with an eye.
Being thick-skinned is also a magical power. Look, he made the four elders cover their faces and leave with their glares.
Yan Xiaoshuang: “…”
"Hey, Palace Master, you are here too. When did you come?"
Lu Bei was surprised and said, "How come the news spread so quickly? You also know that our leader just defeated Tian Dao and the Red Monk?"
"When did Sect Master Lu leave?"
"What?"
"I want to ask, when will Sect Master Lu return to Wu Zhou!"
Yan Xiaoshuang repeated with a dark face, "The Palace Master has a keen eye and knows very well that Lu Bei is a cancer who causes harm wherever he goes."
The Fu Yao Palace is too small to accommodate this big devil, so we just want to send him away quickly.
"No rush, we'll discuss it later."
Lu Bei frowned slightly. Something strange happened today and he still had a few questions that he hadn't figured out.
In order to prevent future troubles, he did not want to bring the problem back to Wu Zhou.
Yan Xiaoshuang's eyelids twitched. She understood the meaning of the words and was silent for a moment, then let Lu Bei follow her to her boudoir.