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The destiny pattern of pursuing good fortune and avoiding evil shines golden light in Lu Jing's mind.

The golden light was like the morning glow in the daytime, which filled the air and flowed into Lu Jing's mind in just an instant, turning into numerous thoughts.

[Auspicious sign: Let go of the magical sword in your hand, Nanfengmian returns to Taixuanjing, receives five hundred destiny vitality, and is named Swordsman with a brilliant green destiny.]

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[Sign of great misfortune: Hold the magic in your hand tightly, holding the white deer, the two swords of the magic, the soul will be split, you will be seriously injured, there is hope that you can subdue the two swords, in exchange for Nan Fengmian going south.

Obtained the vitality of eight hundred fates, and received the Youth Sword Armor of Zun Qingfeng.]

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Under the destiny pattern of pursuing good fortune and avoiding evil, two completely different hexagrams emerged in Lu Jing's mind.

Lu Jing, however, did not think about it in detail as before.

He was still holding the magic in his hand tightly, and the famous sword White Deer in his other hand was still shining with light reaching to the sky. It seemed as if there was a fairy deer running on the sword, and bursts of sword intent came from the White Deer sword body.

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That kind of sword intent seems to be mixed with some kind of immortal power, and it doesn't just come from the sword.

Lu Jing Yuanshen has jumped out.

Nine divine fires burned in the center of Lu Jing Yuan Shen's eyebrows. The eight-foot Yuan Shen sat cross-legged behind Lu Jing. The Fuguang Sword Qi that Lu Jing had cultivated for many days rose up and turned into a Dongjun Sun, shining on Lu Jing Yuan Shen.

Fighting against the heavy pressure from divine magic and Bailu's two famous swords.

The moment Lu Jing held the sword.

Almost everything around him dimmed.

The light in the sky seemed to have been snatched away, and a fairyland vaguely appeared above Lu Jing's head.

In that fairyland, the immortals bowed their heads, blood flowed into rivers, the corpses of the immortals were scattered everywhere, and the bones of the immortals were filled with crystal white light!

According to legend, the magical swords of the Two White Deer Swords were forged by the swordsmen from the world who came to the fairyland, killed five thousand sword immortals in the sky, and melted the bones of the immortals into the sword spirits.

Because of this, divine magic and the Two White Deer Swords are inherently integrated with the power of immortals.

However, only the masters of these two swords can activate the immortal power in it. Other than that, as rumored, no one in the world can simultaneously wield divine arts, and no one in the White Deer can activate the immortal power in it.

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Even though Nanlao Guogong was heading straight towards Nanfengmian, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lu Jing in the distance.

The man in short clothes seemed to have forgotten that Kuangren Chu's magical power of water mist was in front of him. His eyes fell on the two famous swords that once shocked the world, and he was a little lost in thought.

The most surprising thing is Nan Heyu.

She is a natural swordsman, and she has given birth to a feathered sword heart. She can clearly perceive the divine magic and the powerful power contained in the white deer.

"The White Deer before, even if the sword chief lent it to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to control it.

Mr. Lu Jing came with a white deer in hand, and now in order to make his uncle leave, he borrowed magic.

He wants to... use the power of these two swords at the same time."

Nan Heyu took a deep breath. It had been less than a year, and Lu Jing, who had been inextricably linked to her, was now even more dazzling and shining.

Even in terms of swordsmanship talent that she was proud of, Mr. Lu Jing was far superior to her.

"My uncle wants to leave Taixuanjing, why would grandpa stop him?"

Nan Heyu lowered his head. The Qian Xiushui above his head had completely lost its luster under the sword intent emitted by the white deer not far away.

But Qian Xiushui was still sharp, and the three hundred sword light was still hanging in the air, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man in short clothes.

Just a few breaths of time.

The sword energy of Ling Xiaohan rolled up the clouds and mist, creating a hazy mist.

Ten miles away from Changning Street, even as soon as I walked out of the boudoir, I saw that beautiful and moving scene in the sky in the distance.

A breeze blew, and the red dress on her body fluttered slightly, but it did not sweep away the glorious clouds and mist in the sky.

When Shengzi saw such beautiful things, she subconsciously thought of Lu Jing.

A slight smile appeared on her lips, and she thought to herself: "I wonder if Lu Jing has seen such a beautiful scenery?"

"Maybe, I should go find him? Take a walk with him?"

Sheng Zi had always been decisive, so now that she had this idea in her mind, she got on her heels and headed all the way towards Yanglu Street.

Little did she know that the person rolling up the clouds and mist in the sky was none other than Lu Jing, whom he had longed for day and night.

Nan Heyu stood behind Lu Jing and looked at Lu Jing worriedly.

It only lasted for more than ten breaths, and Lu Jing kept his head lowered. His shoulders felt like carrying two mountains, and his body was trembling slightly.

The phantom of the soul behind him was looming, and the nine divine fires were almost extinguished.

The only thing that shines... is the Fuguang Sword Qi that Lu Jingyun has cultivated for a long time.

The sword energy of Fuguang rises slowly, and the great sun of Dongjun shines brightly on the soul.

The sharp sword intent merged with the light of the world, becoming more and more powerful.

Nan Heyu obviously saw this scene.

Not only her, but also the young man in Xuanyi and Luo Shubai who were in the library pavilion.

Not far from the small pavilion, Kuangren Chu walked slowly with a green jade staff in his hand.

His beard was still stained with a few drops of rainwater brought by the rolling clouds, and his tall body was quite conspicuous even in this library filled with talented people.

He walked all the way, walked into the small pavilion, and sat opposite the young man in black clothes, but he did not look at him, but looked at the sky in the distance.

"What do you think of this young man?" Chu Kuangren asked in a confused manner.

Luo Shubai, who was looking at the horizon in trance, finally realized that there was another person in the pavilion.

The young man in black clothes nodded: "I lent him the White Deer Sword. I thought he wouldn't be able to hold the White Deer Sword, but I never expected that the White Deer Sword would fall into his hands and he would be quite docile.

Just like Mr. Fourth holding a sword more than ten years ago."

Madman Chu sighed, and gently touched the ground with the green jade staff in his hand. Waves of ripples flowed in all directions, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the entire Taixuan Capital.

"I'm not very satisfied with the current Taixuanjing."

Chu Kuangren shook his head and said directly: "During the last spiritual tide, many powerful people in Taixuanjing were extremely powerful. But since the gate of heaven opened, many fairy realms in the sky are like mortals. Immortals hold fairy weapons and use fairy magic to come to the mortal world.

After seizing the Spiritual Tide Fruit.

Many powerful people in Taixuan Jing have become timid, while Emperor Chongtian and Jiang Shoufu have become much more radical. They no longer see mortal beings in their eyes and just want to turn all the five cities on the twelfth floor into the palm of their hands."

Luo Shubai lowered his head and did not speak.

The young man in black clothes did not change his expression and said: "There are more powerful people in Taixuan Capital than you and I imagined.

Among the many princes, Yu Zhuoxian and Yu Xuanlou have unparalleled talents.

Among the new strong men, there is still the Marquis of Zhongshan who takes the lead. Xu Changhe and Xu Baijia are about to return to the capital from Shenguan. The champion general is different from several princes and has not fallen into it.

Su Houcang of Dazhu Kingdom still has the ability to slay immortals. Dafu seems to be in decline, but it is still the most powerful country in the world.

It is the idea of ​​Emperor Chongtian to complete one battle. You and I, the idle people in the world, might as well take a look at what the world will be like when Emperor Chongtian sits on the throne."

Kuangren Chu finally took a liking to the young man in black clothes, turned his head and asked, "You don't want to kill Emperor Chongtian anymore?"

The young man in black clothes shook his head: "I will kill him when he becomes the emperor of the immortals, or when his ideals are completely defeated.

I will give him a chance to save the world."

Madman Chu raised his eyes to look at the sky, and the glow in the distance became more and more terrifying. A layer of immortal energy flowed down from it, swallowing up the vitality and almost overwhelming Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's Yuanshen was almost broken into pieces, with dense cracks all over the Yuanshen.

"enough."

Kuangren Chu sighed: "You should recall Bailu or Shenshu. Lu Jingtian is a genius. It would be a pity if he is destroyed by these two swords."

Luo Shubai's eyes flashed with recognition.

He met Lu Jing for the first time today, but Lu Jing was just as Luo Shubai imagined, a gentle gentleman and a swordsman wizard.

Luo Shubai vaguely sensed Nan Heyu's feelings towards Lu Jing from Nan Heyu's words or a few glances, and it was inevitable that something was strange in his heart.

But even so, Luo Shubai still didn't want Lu Jing to be destroyed by divine magic and White Deer.

There are many ups and downs in the world of swordsmanship. One more Lu Jing can one day add another great master of swordsmanship, or even one more swordsman.

This kind of young man should not be left here.

But I never thought that the young man in black clothes was still sitting in the small pavilion, indifferent.

He shook his head gently: "It's not enough."

At this point, he looked at Kuangren Chu, with a smile on his face: "When it comes to magical powers, I am not as good as you, and when it comes to swordsmanship, you are not as good as me.

Now this young man is holding a sword in his hand, and the sword light is rising from his soul. Look at his light-supporting sword energy, and look at the wind-calling sword and rain-calling sword on his waist."
To be continued...