As soon as Lu Sheng approached, the group of people became emotional, and the strong man in the lead held the hammer tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he was about to hit him with a hammer at any moment.
"Silence!" Uncle Wang snorted coldly, and seven or eight disciples around him took a step forward at the same time, forming a small sword formation, with an imposing manner.
Although the number of members of the Black Snake Sect was larger, they were forced to suffocate slightly at this time, and their voices gradually decreased.
Only then did Lu Sheng have a chance to ask questions.
"What are you here for? Do I know you?" He looked puzzled.
"Still pretending!" The strong man in the lead sneered, "Why didn't you pretend when you plotted against Senior Brother Chi Lian? Now you pretend when you see us approaching you? It's really shameless!"
Lu Sheng calmed down and glanced at the strong man. "Chi Lian? Zen Master Chi Lian? Shall I plot against him?"
"Still pretending!? Brother was plotted by you halfway. Fortunately, we found the blood left by brother on the way! Otherwise, it will be impossible to find out in a long time. It is you, Chen Ziluo, who are behind the trick!?"
"Then tell me, why did I plot against him?" Although he didn't know where the bloody words came from, Lu Sheng didn't bother to play detective games with a few members of the Black Snake Cult.
"I...!!" The man was stunned for a moment.
"Then are you sure you can see what the bloody words are?" Lu Sheng asked again.
"... It's an old word!" Several members of the Black Snake Sect knew this very well.
"If it's Chen, it must be me? Could it be someone else?" Lu Sheng said casually.
"Brother, the only one who has feuded recently is your surname Chen, who else is not you!?" The man was ready to explode at any moment.
"Your senior brother Chi Lian is an evil person. He kills people and destroys the family. It is still a great credit for me to kill him. I will not recognize this benefit because I have nothing to do. Are you out of your mind?" Lu Sheng asked again.
"..."
These people suddenly became quieter. Thinking about it this way, it really is.
From Chen Ziluo's point of view, if he really killed someone, he would certainly not deny it. On the contrary, this will increase the reputation of the record.
"Go back and think about it." Lu Sheng left a sentence, and went back lazily.
He also saw that this group of people was here to try and bluff him.
Uncle Wang at the side was about to stop Lu Sheng for questioning, but seeing his few words, he calmed down the group of heretics, and nodded approvingly.
Although there is no balance between good and evil, no one wants to work hard all day long. As long as there is no conflict of interest, everyone usually values peace.
Get this thing over with.
Lu Sheng continued to return to the days of reading books and practicing sword every day.
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Creak, creak.
The surface of the lake was shimmering, and the moonlight was constantly shattering into a large number of pieces on the surface of the water.
On the black building boat, a middle-aged scholar in black, holding a lupine and wearing a black feather crown, is standing tall, looking at the scattered town lights on the shore from afar.
From time to time, the whole body of the building boat squeaked with the lake water, making occasional creaking sounds.
"Some people, some things, are always not thoughtful.....the difficulty of life is nothing more than this..." The scribe sighed lightly, shook the feather fan in his hand, but felt that the wind was a little cold, and he went back again. Stop the action.
"Hey, what do you want to do so much?" On the other side of the building boat, another strong man in black armor and tied with a ponytail was leaning against the wooden railing with a wine jar in his hand, and took a deep gulp. .
"If everything is too perfect, then it's really boring."
Scribe smiled.
"The leader can think about it."
"I can't think about it. You and I have been in this world for more than 30 years, but so what? After so many years of searching, I still found nothing. Rather than wasting time all day, it is better to enjoy life." The man said calmly.
"...It's difficult." The scribe sighed leisurely. After 30 years of painstakingly cultivating Qingtan Xuangong, he has gone through all kinds of hardships and finally achieved great success.
But what if he became the master of the world's number one evil sect, the Xie Ling Sect
This world is too restrictive, and it is impossible to even develop the supernatural power of flying to the sky and escaping from the ground. It is already the limit to practice it for this sake.
The leader of the Blood Slaughter Sect beside him is also a heavenly demon whose spirit descended to this place just like him. After practicing Xuangong painstakingly for more than 30 years, he finally reached the peak of the world's martial arts.
The two met and came here together, but they didn't expect to stay here for thirty years and still haven't found their target.
"Look for another ten years, if we still haven't found it, let's go back." The scribe said calmly.
"Anything you want." The leader of blood killing lazily said.
Although the two are almost invincible in the world, but the target cannot be found, everything is meaningless.
"Calculating the time, that one is about to start." The middle-aged scribe murmured in a low voice. "Since this is the case, how about we simply advance a little bit?"
"As long as he agrees." The blood-killing leader still didn't care.
After all, that one is truly close to being invincible in the world. Although the two of them are strong, they are still slightly inferior.
Boom.....Boom.....
The heavy bell rang slowly and loudly.
At the foot of Dongshan Mountain, the heads of the Qishan Martial League each unfurled the banners of their own sects and boarded the carriages that had been arranged.
Li Yulan, the head of Yeshan Sword Sect, clasped his fists at Yi Chuan, the head of Dongshan.
"Then Master Yi, I, the Yeshan Sect, will resign today."
Yi Chuan had a pleasant smile on his face. This time he succeeded in defending the title of leader, and naturally he could not do without the support of one of the Yeshan faction.
"Be careful all the way, please send Feige a message when you arrive."
"must!"
Li Yulan nodded.
Everyone from Ye Shan faction got into four large carriages one after another, and the team slowly moved towards the distance under the sound of the coachman's whip.
Yi Chuan watched the convoy leave from a distance, and a subordinate quickly came up behind him to report in a low voice.
"Leader, the Blood Gun Gate is leaving too."
"Well, I'll go right away." Yi Chuan nodded. Looking at the Yeshan Sword Sect's convoy from afar again, he turned his head and walked towards the Dongshan Mountain Road behind.
Yesterday we sent away the Donggui Sect and the Sanding Sect, and today it is the Yeshan Sword Sect and the Blood Gun Sect. In addition to the Jiuning Sword Sect and Huansha Daomen who left at the beginning, the Qishan Wumeng is almost over.
"It's just... there is a rumor, I don't know if I should tell it or not?" The subordinate suddenly hesitated to speak.
"What rumor? Tell me." Yi Chuan stopped, frowning slightly. He knew that his confidant had always been prudent, and with his current state, something big might have happened.
The confidant man paused and said slowly.
"In the past few days, there have been rumors in the world that someone saw the Kunpeng sword king Zhao Wuji who had been missing for many years in the Dead Crow Forest..."
"Kunpeng Saber King Zhao Wuji??!" Yi Chuan shrank his pupils.
In the past ten years, the four sects of the Righteous Way have taken advantage of the weakness of the Evil Demon Way and wantonly suppressed its power. Its living space has been compressed to a limit.
The way of evil and demons can only be developed in frontiers and foreign countries, and in today's martial arts, it is also a mouse in the dark.
This Kunpeng Saber King Zhao Wuji is considered to be a head-level master in the evil way many years ago. He has been missing for many years, and now he is suddenly born, and he is afraid that there will be troubles in his life again.
It's not that Yi Chuan is worrying about the sky, but that in the evil way, the Kunpeng Clan, who was born as the Kunpeng Saber King, was wiped out by Emei and the Qishan Wumeng five years ago.
And Zhao Wuji was still missing at that time, if not for this, Emei and Qishan Wumeng would not have solved Kunpengmen so easily.
"Regardless of whether it's true or not, immediately send a message to the other six mountains as a warning." Yi Chuan urged.
"yes!"
Chi!
A silver light flickered, dancing around Lu Sheng like an electric snake.
The long sword seemed to be alive, dancing and dancing in his hands. The fallen leaves were flying, but none of them could come within three feet of him.
A large number of blades were continuously driven by the invisible airflow, and fell beside it, forming circles one after another.
"Skylark Chongling!"
With a sharp thrust of the sword, Lu Sheng's wrist trembled continuously, and the muscles of his whole body concentrated a huge force on the hilt of the sword in his hand.
Wow! !
The sword light split in an instant, as if turning into more than a dozen silver larks, piercing forward from more than ten angles.
Pooh!
The split shadows of the blades merged into one in an instant, piercing the trunk of the locust tree precisely.
Everything went from extreme motion to extreme stillness.
Lu Sheng frowned.
"Is this the limit?" It took more than two months to practice to the limit, which is a bit slow.
The world is too restrictive, relying solely on the physical body and skills, in fact, there is a limit to the ability of the human body itself.
This limit exists in many worlds. It may be affected by the innate factors of different people's bodies, resulting in different heights, but the gap will never be too large.
Because this is the limit of the flesh and blood gene itself.
"The limit is the limit, anyway, I have a lot of divine power.
The foundation is basically solid, the realm of swordsmanship, and the memory of the body are also stabilized. Almost ready to start deduction. "
He drew his sword.
Although he didn't have internal strength or anything, the Skylark Flower Ling Sword on the thirteenth floor had already allowed him to perfectly master every skill of this sword technique.
In order to be able to exert the perfect thirteen-level swordsmanship power, this body has been strengthened to a limit.
Especially the arms and wrists, and the legs and back, the explosive power and precision of the moment is simply terrifying.
Chi!
Lu Sheng slashed lightly, and the blade trembled, as if there were tiny skylarks dancing around the edge.
"Even if there is no internal energy, there is still energy and blood. Simply calculate in the direction of energy and blood." Anyway, during this period of analyzing the rules, his earth energy has a little bit of nourishing ability. But because it is too restrictive, it still cannot be used.
"Dark blue."
A light blue box pops up instantly.
Lu Sheng looked intently.
'Skylark Flower Lingjian: The thirteenth floor, (Trait: Strength is enhanced by 13 levels, speed is enhanced by 13 levels, explosive power is enhanced by 13 levels. Additional abilities: light body, split shadow.)'
Lu Sheng clicked the modify button with ease, and found a button that could be deduced behind the Skylark Flower Feather Sword box.
"Deduce the first layer of the Skylark Flower Feather Sword."
He slowly clicked the deduction button.
swish.
The frame was suddenly blurred, as if there were black shadows with digital traces flashing rapidly above it.
Lu Sheng soon felt the divine power of a unit spread rapidly in front of his chest, soaking into his whole body, viscera and six internal organs respectively.
Soon, the frame became clear. He looked quickly.