Two lines of blood flowed from the seventh prince's eyes. There was a strange fluctuation in the blood, and a mysterious power surged in it.

But those mysterious powers are gradually passing away.

Yu Xuanlou felt the warmth on his face and raised his head again to touch the bright red blood.

There was blood on his fingers, and Yu Xuanlou looked a little stiff.

Bang!

A dull sound was heard, and in front of Yu Xuanlou, the table made of the precious and rare huanghuali suddenly fell into pieces.

"Lu Jing!"

The look on Yu Xuanlou's face was light and pale, and the elegance in every move was gone. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head, enduring the severe pain in his eyes, and allowed the blood in his eyes to drip on his luxurious clothes!

"How dare you..."

Yu Xuanlou was breathing heavily, and the words brought by Lu Jingshen Nian were still echoing in his ears.

Everyone makes mistakes, and Yu Xuanlou originally wanted to take advantage of Lu Jing and Nan Fengmian's mistakes to be the last straw to crush Lu Jing...

However, the current situation is beyond Yu Xuanlou's expectation.

The mysterious spiritual thoughts of Yuxuan Tower are hovering in the void, and the magical body just now has already collapsed.

That strange spiritual thought was struck by Lu Jing's sword, creating many cracks and retreating for more than ten miles in an instant.

Lu Jing held the white deer in his hand and never looked at the spiritual thought again. One hundred and eight sword-intended mountains appeared again, standing across the sky.

The cracks in his soul became more and more obvious, and the intense pain made Lu Jing grit his teeth.

And a sword energy was like a peak, like a surging wave, slashing away horizontally.

One hundred and eight swords are highly differentiated into one hundred and eight heavy swords, which are also integrated with the supporting light sword energy.

The sword spirit is high and the sword light becomes brilliant.

Nan Heyu's figure flickered, and three hundred wind and rain sword energies shone in the void. She also had a handle of Qian Xiushui in her hand to protect her whole body.

But even so, the majestic power of qi and blood fell straight down, moving sideways in the light of the three hundred thousand beautiful water swords.

The qi and blood that burst out were so masculine that they were like tens of thousands of people charging into the formation. They were obviously shooting downwards, but they shot up into the sky and shone on Nan Heyu Yuanshen.

Nan Heyu Yuanshen is quite strange. Under the cover of Yuan Qi, it actually looks like a long sword.

There were bursts of light on the long sword, but it was still burned by the extremely strong energy and blood brought out by Shaozhuguo's arrow!

With strong energy and blood, and an invincible martial arts spirit, shooting an arrow is like a punch. The martial arts fist intention is mixed with the martial arts spirit. Even if it is fixed in mid-air by three hundred swords and autumn water, it is enough to make Nan

He Yu was seriously injured.

But in the heart of Nan Heyu's feathered sword, the sword intent loaded with dense spiritual thoughts swept out, overwhelming the sky and the earth!

Any divine fire cultivator, even one with nine levels of divine fire fused into one level of true divine fire, would not be able to parry Li Guanlong's arrow.

Ordinary monks are afraid that in just a moment, the sword will shatter, the divine fire will be extinguished, and the soul will be destroyed.

But this prodigy of swordsmanship in Nanguo Duke's Mansion controlled three hundred sword lights, and with lightning speed, he was able to hold back the bursts of energy and blood.

Even if she was injured at this time, she was worthy of the name of Tianjiao.

Nanlao Guogong on the side seemed to feel a little calmer when he saw Nan Heyu's sword light and the flying Qian Xiushui.

Immediately, he saw the Guanghan Seal imprinted by Lu Jing on the Jianqi Qibi Mountain, and saw the strange spiritual thoughts coming from the magical body, which was cut open by Lu Jing. He was slightly stunned... and saw Lu Jing holding the sword again.

Come.

Lu Jing's face was expressionless, and his sword energy revived.

The sword energy shoots into the sky, straight into the sky!

In just an instant, the immortal power in the White Deer Sword seemed to be controlled by Lu Jing, flowing into Lu Jing's soul, shining a beam of lightning, and struck the willow branch shot by Li Guanlong.

A wisp of sparks emerged from the willow branch, and the energy and blood in it swept away wildly.

Nanlao Guogong looked at the Lu Jing and Nan He Yu in the distance, and saw the scattered blood of the sky. He felt both gratified and regretful in his heart.

"Both of them are in the divine fire realm, and one of them has the Feathered Sword Heart. Even if the Feathered Sword Heart is damaged, he still has to block the arrow.

The other person's soul is about to collapse, but he can hold the white deer sword. With the white deer in his hand, he can evoke the mysterious power in it. Lu Jing's combat power is far from being comparable to that of the divine fire realm.

That flickering sword curtain can even stop me."

"The two of them are geniuses in this world, and Lu Jing is even more so... It's just that Lu Jing's soul has been injured many times, but I don't know if he can recover this time."

When Nan Laoguo thought about this, he felt more and more regretful.

He shook his head and saw that the heart of Nan He Yu's Feathered Sword was damaged and it fell towards the peaks.

Nanlao Guogong's expression became more solemn, and turned into a bloody rainbow, wrapping up Nanhe Yu and disappearing.

The sky is returning to Qingming, and Lu Jing's hand holding the White Deer Sword is trembling slightly.

The seventh prince's retreating spiritual thoughts left only a ray of light, but within it there was a surge of anger, with surging murderous intent, falling on Lu Jing.

Lu Jing raised his eyes, but a smile appeared on his lips.

See Su Fuzhong!

The seventh prince looked up and saw the thunder in the sky. At this moment, the thunder in the sky suddenly erupted, like dancing thunder snakes, turning into a vast thunder sky, completely covering the Jiansu Mansion.

"What is the library doing?"

Yu Xuanlou just frowned.

His retreating spiritual thoughts suddenly felt a tremendous pressure coming from him.

That spiritual thought had already retreated to a place shrouded in mist.

There is a beautiful scenery here, with lingering clouds and mist and overlapping mountains.

You can also see the majestic mountains of dust and the sea of ​​clouds and sunshine.

This is a good place for viewing.

The spiritual thought that had been cut open by Lu Jing's sword entered the clouds and mist, but in an instant he felt a surging murderous aura emerging from the clouds and mist.

The next moment, a huge Bodhisattva's face came down from top to bottom, breaking through the clouds and mist, and appeared.

It is... the Bodhisattva of Killing!

Above the Killing Bodhisattva, one can see a layer of thunder surging.

Thunder is the supreme power in this great world.

Whether it is the soul or the physical body, if you want to ascend to the realm of heaven, humans, and immortals, you must go through many thunder tribulations!

At this time, the power of thunder on the Killing Bodhisattva comes from the surge of thunder and calamity!

"How could these rats enter the territory of our Taixuan capital and carry out killings?"

There was a sound of thunder, and the Bodhisattva of Killing, who appeared in the word cloud, opened his eyes, and a word came out of the Bodhisattva's mouth.

"kill!"

The Bodhisattva of Killing, built with Qi and blood, uttered the word "kill".

A drop of blood fell from the mouth of the Suicidal Bodhisattva and turned into a human figure.

When the essence and blood reach adulthood, it seems to be a magical means...but in fact it is a martial arts power that can only be possessed by powerful warriors at the extreme level of the divine form.

If you can go to the next level and reach the realm of immortals, you can get rid of many constraints and be reborn in a drop of blood.

It's just... there are too few human beings and immortals in this world, and there are also not many divine beings in the extreme realm.

When the figure's face and whole body were covered by Qi and blood, the expression of the seventh prince in the palace became more and more gloomy.

He turned his head, his eyes seemed to pass through many buildings, and landed on the white-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair.

"The library is so brave. It uses thunder to cover Jiansu Mansion in order to prevent the teacher from taking action in exchange for my fairyland spiritual thoughts!"

"East Palace, Library!" The Seventh Prince took a deep breath and lowered his eyes again: "If it weren't for Lu Jing's White Deer sword, it would not have been the incarnation of the blood of the eldest emperor brother to suppress my fairyland spiritual thoughts.

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"Lu Jing!"

On this day, it is said that a mysterious and powerful spirit appeared in the capital. The prince dropped a drop of blood and transformed into a human clone, killing the spirit.

It was also on this day that the seventh prince fell ill and no longer had any visitors!

There was probably nothing secretive in the mist. It was just the human form of the blood essence of the Prince's Killing Bodhisattva, which suppressed the spiritual thought of unknown origin.

But...does the divine thought really have no origin?

When the spring breeze blew gently again, Lu Jing saw Nanlao Guogong leaving with Nan Heyu. His weak spiritual mind could no longer sense the trace of Nan Fengmian, and he finally felt relieved.

It was also at this moment that his whole body seemed to have lost all strength.

He couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.

The white deer fell from his hand and disappeared into a stream of light.

Among the clouds, the mysterious sword armor walked out.
To be continued...