Lu Bei was very dissatisfied with being treated as a younger brother twice in a row, especially in front of Lu Dong, where he lost face.
According to the original plan, Yang Dian had five unique skills. He sent Gu Zongchen and Tu Yuan to suppress Fo Jue and Mo Jue with their Buddhist and demonic skills, and then revealed the identity of Xuanwu to crush them in the three aspects of Taoism, swordsmanship and poetry.
Yang Dian was not willing to accept this or that. His heart was broken and he bowed down in worship, saying some heartfelt words like he had been wandering for half his life without meeting a wise master. He declined again and again and had no choice but to become a lackey of the government.
The plan was perfect, but there were some minor problems in its execution. Gu Zongchen stole the show without saying a word, which was really annoying.
And Lu Dong, he doesn't even have a dick, what the hell is he doing laughing at
"Yang Dianfeng, do you know me?"
Lu Bei took a step forward, and the momentum of the unity of man and nature soared. The surging pressure destroyed the heaven and earth, shattered the void and stirred up the turbulent black lines.
Yang Dian's eyes suddenly narrowed. If the followers were so powerful, the leader must be invincible.
He put his fingers together to form a sword, stabilizing the shattered void to prevent Hualong Pavilion from being swallowed by the broken world. He showed a respectful look on his face: "May I ask where you are from, your Excellency? If I have offended you before, I hope you can forgive me."
It is easy to see the King of Hell, but it is difficult to deal with little devils.
Although Yang Dian had never heard of this sentence, he was old and experienced, so he understood similar principles. Before chatting and laughing with the leader, he had to deal with the little devil in front of him first.
"Xuanwu."
"???"
Yang Dian was stunned in place. After he reacted, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Xuanwu you mentioned, is it the tomb keeper Xuanwu?"
As the saying goes, if you have a guilty conscience, you will have many guests.
When Yang Dian heard the word "Xuanwu", he suddenly felt flustered and his good mood from the past few days disappeared at this moment.
Hundreds of years ago, a gravekeeper who called herself Xuanwu arrived in Xiangwu. The scene was exactly the same as today. Yang Dian was defeated and surrendered to the other party's powerful strength. He was given the title of female earth bat and was driven by her. He dared not speak out.
Afterwards, he secretly acted in Xiangwu territory under the identity of a female earth bat. When faced with difficult tasks, he would team up with Niu Jinniu.
As both were monks from the Xiangwu sect and were irreconcilable enemies, Yang Dian quickly saw through Niu Jinniu's true identity.
Qin Shiwen!
Afterwards, Yang Dian gradually guessed who Xuanwu was, King Zhao Qin Yan, Jiang Suxin.
Zhao Qin and Xiang Wu had always been at odds with each other. Prince Yan recruited two enemies as colleagues. His sinister intentions were self-evident. He did not stab Xiang Wu to death with one blow, but instead instigated civil strife and drew the knife against Xiang Wu little by little, again and again.
Yang Dian knew this, but he could do nothing about it. In the world of cultivating immortals, one must win over others with virtue. If one has the strength, one can be arrogant, but if one does not have the strength, one will be weakened.
He is not as strong as Jiang Suxin and can only be weakened.
Some time ago, Yang Dian received good news and bad news.
Good news, Jiang Suxin had a sparring match with the sword master Tian Mingzi, was defeated, and was advised to ascend.
Xuanwu is dead!
Without Jiang Suxin, Zhao Qin regained his freedom and no longer had to swallow his anger. Xiang Wu could also take advantage of the weakness of Zhao Qin to fight a comeback.
Bad news, Zhao Qin lost Jiang Suxin and welcomed another peak Mahayana stage master, Tian Mingzi.
This is even more severe. Not only him, but the entire Xiangwu has to continue to swallow their anger.
God is really blind. He said that things will change over time, but a thousand years have passed and the era of Xiang and Wu is still nowhere in sight.
It turns out that this river flows back and forth within the territory of Zhaoqin!
The bad news is certainly depressing, but the good news is really good. Yang Dian floated three great whites in a row and added a wine master to the three masters.
Tian Mingzi, the great sword master, is in seclusion in the Mahayana stage. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, and never fights for the cause but never loses. After defeating Jiang Suxin, he went into seclusion and only accepted one disciple to inherit the Wuliang Sword School. He has no interest in Qin's political affairs, and is even more lazy to pay attention to the affairs of neighboring countries.
What is an expert
Emerging in troubled times and hiding in prosperous times, this is called a master!
Tian Mingzi's power is different from Jiang Suxin's. Yang Dian was deeply moved. The Zhaoqin River finally broke its dike and changed its course, flowing into the territory of Xiangwu.
I never expected that just a few days after my joy, another gravekeeper came to my door.
Yang Dian's heart sank to the bottom. He wanted to make some excuses to distance himself from the matter, but he weighed his own strength and saw that the three opponents were each more capable than the other. He was not even as good as their followers, so he decisively chose to lie down.
He just had to swallow his anger. He had endured it for so many years, so what was the harm in enduring it a little longer
"Who else could it be except the gravekeeper Xuanwu?"
Lu Bei sneered twice: "The previous Xuanwu is dead, I took over his position, female earth bat, you are..."
"Wait a moment!"
Yang Dian raised his hand to interrupt, and said incredulously: "Your Excellency is Xuanwu?"
As he said this, he looked at Gu Zongchen and then at Lu Bei.
Forgive his poor eyesight, he really didn’t see that!
"Why, are you dissatisfied?"
Lu Bei snorted angrily and walked towards Yang Dian with his fists clenched: "You blind dog, you can't even tell who your master is. I have tolerated you for a long time!"
He knew at first sight that Yang Dianfeng was a traitor and an ungrateful person. Keeping him in the team would do him no good but only harm, so he killed him as a sacrifice to inform Jiang Suxin's spirit in heaven.
No, Jiang Suxin went to the underworld, it should be called "Smiling in the Nine Springs".
Step forward and punch.
The void was shattered, and a torrent of rolling strong winds rushed over, carrying Yang Dian and flying backwards into the dark void.
Lu Bei followed closely behind, and when Yang Dian stood still, he punched out again.
The golden light flashed, seemingly fast but actually slow. After a few attempts, Lu Bei had a rough idea in his mind.
Yang Dian’s strength is acceptable, on par with the two city lords of Lion Camel City. He is considered powerful among the mid-level Mahayana cultivators and is qualified to be compared with King Xin and Willow God.
But as both are in the middle stage of the Mahayana period, Yang Dian's overall strength is much weaker than that of the old monk Zhengqing of Xuantian Temple.
Two billion at most, no more.
"Xuanwu, please show mercy. The female earth bat didn't know that it was you who came, and she didn't know that you were deliberately keeping a low profile. It's all because the previous Xuanwu was too arrogant and not as approachable as you." Yang Dian took a few punches, surrendered and didn't want to fight again.
He didn't know Xuanwu, and his attacks were all based on pure speed and strength, without any magical powers. He couldn't guess the opponent's identity just by looking at his moves, but the person who could replace Jiang Suxin must be very powerful and he couldn't contend with him.
It’s better to bow your head as soon as possible, there’s no need to get beaten.
Lu Bei just sneered and pointed his finger at the sword and said, "Fight back and let me see your skills. If you are not good enough, you will no longer be a female earth bat."
Yang Dian felt a chill in his heart. A smart man would understand immediately. If it wasn’t a female earth bat, there was only one way left for him, and that was death.
clang clang—
The sound of the sword shook the void, and ripples spread out.
A violent and extreme sword intent rushed towards Lu Bei, blowing his clothes and making them rustle. The sword intent was like light and penetrated every hole, cutting through his mask and leaving a sword mark.
"this… "
Lu Bei raised his hand and wiped his face, feeling extremely complicated.
Qilijing, Qilijing, you have really done so much harm to people. You can meet victims of your violence everywhere you go.
What a sin!
Swish!
Yang Dian grasped the opportunity accurately. At the moment when Xuanwu was distracted, he moved his body, leaving behind the remnant of his escape technique, and killed with a sword in the moment he dodged.
The sword light shimmered and the sword energy roared.
In the strong light, there is also a sense of Taoism that breaks through the limits.
Those who are defeated have no descendants, those who advance courageously never retreat, those who seek victory in decline, those who seek strength in abandonment;
This sword can cut through anything!
The meaning of sword is to break the sky, and the rhyme of Tao is also to break the sky.
Lu Bei put his fingers together and stood up, slowly and calmly blocking the oncoming sword light. His immortal sword intent suppressed it, and shattered the thousands of feet of strong light in an instant.
The Dao rhyme of Poxiao had nowhere to attach itself to and was entangled by the Dao rhymes of Changchong and Yuanran. In almost the blink of an eye, it was shattered into pieces.
Yang Dian, holding a Mahayana sword in his hand, stared at Lu Bei's two fingers in horror. In a trance, a sword mountain rose from the ground, as powerful as the sky, which frightened his sword heart and made him shrink back without the desire to fight.
"How could this be..."
"What sword master? It's nothing special. I don't even have the nerve to call myself the best sword master in the world, and you have the nerve to call yourself the best sword master."
Lu Bei put his fingers together to form a sword, and a flash of white light flashed across the gap and hit Yang Dian's chest.
With the infusion of immortal sword intent, Yang Dian's sword body that he had cultivated to perfection was instantly broken. A hole as thick as a thumb pierced through his chest and back. The sword intent in his body was dormant, and he trembled and wailed.
The sword heart that had been brave enough to move forward and never retreat seemed to be frightened at this moment. No matter how Yang Dian called out to it, it remained silent and refused to respond.
If you have to respond, it would probably be to tell Yang Dian that if he gives in to the other party, he should do it a few more times if possible.
Yang Dian lowered his head and coughed up blood. The extremely destructive sword intent washed over his limbs and bones. The sword body that he was proud of collapsed at the touch. He escaped into the void and sealed the nameless sword intent with both Buddhist and Taoist methods.
Swish!
Golden light afterimages flew by, Lu Bei put one hand behind his back, pointing his sword diagonally downwards: "Not bad, although your sword skills are a little worse, you have made some progress in Buddhism and Taoism. Attack me and give me a reason not to kill you."
Haha, how can it be what you wish!
Yang Dian’s eyes were pitch black, and a powerful darkness penetrated his body, like ink, swallowing up all the light around him.
Once Jian Jue suffered a crushing defeat. Xuanwu asked him to respond with Buddhism, but he was never fooled. The seed of magic took root and sprouted, and a giant demon with a hundred arms and a height of a hundred feet rose up into the sky.
The big demon has three heads and a hundred arms. His muscles are thriving, and his black body is covered with magic patterns. It glows with a faint purple light. I don't know which extraterritorial demon he inherited the legacy from, but he looks quite good.
In the distance, Tu Yuan looked into the void, and seeing this situation, he couldn't help but shook his head.
You're using the Heavenly Demon to fight against the Demon Lord, aren't you asking for trouble
Gu Zongchen, without saying a word, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and chanted, "Buddha have mercy on you."
“Roar, roar, roar—”
The giant demon with a hundred arms stomped into the sky, purple light gushed out and turned into flames, and fists wrapped in demonic energy fell down at a high speed.
The void hummed as countless purple lights rushed forward, transforming into a torrent that destroyed the heavens and the earth, exploding the void and bursting into earth, fire, water, and wind.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, the hundred-armed demon dispersed.
Lu Bei retracted his raised arm and clenched his five fingers. The purple light struggled between his fingers and then shattered. "Your magic skills are disgusting. You dare to call yourself the Devil Slayer? Don't call me that anymore. You have no shame. I can't afford to lose this person."
Yang Dian: (⊙□⊙)
Where are the evil thoughts? Where did his evil thoughts go
"Come on, Jian Jue and Mo Jue have all been seen, so don't hide Dao Jue and Buddha Jue."
Lu Bei acted like a master, and regained some of his leadership style: "Or do you want to show me what a perfect poem is?"
To be honest, he had copied it well, but he didn't know much. His sentence "Which bug dares to talk nonsense" was enough to make the final decision for eternity.