The mirror of the emperor's phase reflects the flow of one's own energy and blood, and the physical body is gradually intact, so you can take part in the emperor's phase!

Lu Jing went to Taixuan Palace because of Mr. Guanqi. Under the destiny pattern of seeking good luck and avoiding misfortune, Mr. Guanqi's chance of survival did not come, but the bad luck will always be rewarded.

Lu Jing looked at me with the emperor's image, and saw in the depths of the universe, three Yuanxiangs protecting the Dharma and the emperor.

He practiced Taihua Mountain and River Emperor Zi Xuan Gong. Although Taihua Mountain was far away on the mountain road, the veins of Taihua seemed to be meandering through Lu Jing's body these days, tempering his flesh and blood.

Lu Jing has already been able to comprehend the two or three main aspects. However, Lu Jing's Yuan Shen cultivation level is quite good in combat, and he also seeks a martial arts to perfect his Yuan Shen. Therefore, in the absence of a chance, he did not understand the main aspects.

Today, the opportunity has come. Although this opportunity is accompanied by the death of Mr. Guanqi, the Emperor's Mirror can help Lu Jing a lot.

Lu Jingchun's Lei Daoguang carries three types of Yuanxiang Qi machines, and is paired with a famous sword to cut grass.

Drawing out the sword to open the road to Shu, the light of the sword spread across the boundless sky, just like thunder on the ground, thunder across the sky and the earth, cutting out a bright light that broke through the sky!

"A sword light actually contains four martial arts spirits and three kinds of Yuan Xiang Qi and blood!"

"Spring thunder, holding the sun, washing the tiger, Tai Sui!"

Behind Dr. Jin Ziguanglu Wang Hongshi, the thin man in a black cloak suddenly clenched his fist.

And the fierce sword light containing the original phase has cut through the clouds and cut into the void.

Spring thunder, scorching sun!

Press the tiger with one hand, and the sword will come out!

Four completely different martial arts spirits were mixed in the sword light, causing the entire area three hundred feet to roar and stir.

The sword energy entrenched in the void was cut open by the thunderous sword light. Wherever the sword light passed, all the hidden figures had to be revealed.

The clouds and mist dispersed, and the whereabouts of the sword-wielding Prince Dongnu appeared.

Yu Xuanlou's expression suddenly became solemn after being shocked by Lu Jing's sword.

"The Yuan Xiang of Xihu, the Yuan Xiang of Dakui Taisui..."

Yuxuanlou took a step forward.

Suddenly, the eyes of the Seventh Prince whirled, and the vitality around him began to surge. A fairyland shadow appeared above his head. There was an inscription in the shadow, and the inscription was full of immortal magic!

"kill!"

Murderous intent was evident in his eyes: "Quietly, I realize that the tiger is washed again. Da Kui is too old. His energy, blood and spirit can overwhelm the immortal tiger. Da Kui is too old to be able to explore the peak of martial arts! Lu Jing must never leave Qilin Street."

Boom!

In an instant, Duke Chu stepped forward. The scar on his face was like a trembling dragon. The dragon was entrenched. He hammered down with a giant hammer, and the fine dust raised around him was immediately hammered into smaller and smaller sizes by the terrifying energy machine.

Embedded in vitality.

The Duke of Chu held a hammer, and behind him three hundred pairs of swords moved sideways and scattered in Qilin Street.

The swords of three hundred swordsmen are connected together like a net. Perhaps the troops fighting in the formation are connected with each other.

Some of the twenty guests were attacking from the side, their energy and blood were like torrents, and their killing energy was billowing.

Someone flew across the sky and stepped on it, and the vitality trampled everything.

There were also people who opened their arms wide and their magical powers shone down. The houses on Qilin Street began to collapse, and boulders flew up and condensed into a stone giant. The giant clenched his fist, broke through the void storm, and punched down the tiny Lu Jing.

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At this moment, Qilin Street was shaken, and thousands of things gathered here, just to be like what Yu Xuanlou said...

Lu Jing can't escape, he must die!

Yu Xuanlou squinted his eyes, his gorgeous clothes and long hair moved, his spiritual thoughts turned into seven rays, and he actually controlled the seven rays of immortality in a moment!

At the same time, Yuxuanlou's long clothes shimmered, and the strong vitality was revealed from the long clothes, making the surroundings of Yuxuanlou look like a fairyland.

I don’t know where this piece of clothing from Yu Xuan Tower came from, but it is an extremely precious treasure. Even in the whole world, it can be called the most precious treasure.

The seven immortal spells moved together, and a line of mysterious light flew up, carrying the immortal spells among them, and hit the door facing Lu Jing directly.

Clouds and mist billowed in the sky, and a huge handprint fell from top to bottom like a giant stone fist...

But after Yuxuan Tower, Shen Buyi, whose white hair was dancing wildly, was still sitting on the carriage, motionless.

But his fingers kept beating, as if weaving a net.

The darkness between heaven and earth became thicker.

General Holding the Star led an army of three thousand men and did not dare to take a step forward.

The scene in front of her was too terrifying. With her eyesight and cultivation, she could not clearly see the magical powers, mystical skills, and even the changes in immortal magic on Qilin Street at this time.

All she knew was that... Lu Jing would face many truly strong men alone, with little chance of success.

But Lu Jing did not run away, and stood in front of the ruins of Hengshan Mansion.

The stunning sword light dissipated quietly, but Lu Jing saw Xilou unsheathed with fierce aura on his waist!

"That's fine!"

It was like he was whispering in other people's ears: "Qilin Street is like a runic net, no one can get out... that's fine!"

Following his soft words, Shaxilou flew straight into the sky, heavy rain began to fall in the sky, and strong winds blew.

Heavy rain, strong winds and mist are just like Mr. Shuiyun's... wind and rain realm!

Qilin Street suddenly became hazy.

Doctor Guanglu and the man in the black cloak who were watching in the restaurant in the distance suddenly frowned.

They looked at the wind, rain and mist, and it was like the star-holding general Ye Sheyu. They couldn't see it clearly, but they could see the mist surging. This mist even blocked many magical powers, including three hundred pairs of swordsmen.

Stone giants, magical powers, and even the immortal magic of Yuxuan Tower.

"Jun Shuiyun wanted to kill Lu Jing with the Wind and Rain Realm, but instead made Lu Jing a wedding dress." Dr. Guanglu muttered to himself.

Behind him, seven or eight ministers in court uniforms were quietly waiting for his order.

The man in the cloak had a lingering energy in his eyes. He looked carefully, and then he saw a flash of light in the clouds.

A bloody flower bloomed, briefly dyeing the mist red.

Lu Jing walked out of the mist with his sword and disappeared into the void, as if he had merged with the world.

Wang Hongshi's expression suddenly changed. The man in the cloak had already jumped out of the restaurant and entered the endless mist.

"Under the Kunpeng starlight, Lu Jing disappeared into Nanming, and the ethereal wind and rain realm covered everything..."

Wang Hongshi took a deep breath, suddenly uncovered the golden and purple Guanglu imperial robes on his body, and took out a long spear from the void.

Under the court uniform, he was actually wearing a suit of armor. The bone spurs on the armor were ferocious, shining with dark light and shadow, making Wang Hongshi exude a murderous aura from all over his body.

This scholar-bureaucrat from the Wang family in Hedong has actually cultivated such a strong energy and blood!

Wang Hongshi took the first step, bent his knees and jumped, falling into the wind, rain and fog like a meteor.

The spirits of the seven or eight ministers behind him suddenly took off and also entered the wind and rain!

"You must not be careless... Even if you share the responsibility with the Seventh Prince, you still have to kill Lu Jing."

Wang Hongshi entered the fog, only to see a vast expanse of white in front of him.

Whoosh!

A sword light flew past, and there was a faint Dharma Body of the Heavenly King holding the sword.

Wang Hongshi saw a big head flying up immediately, and a column of blood flew high into the sky!

Another guest at the Duke of Chu’s residence died!

Wang Hongshi held a spear in his hand, and his energy spread. Following the trajectory of the Heavenly King's dharma body, the spear shot out through the air.

Click.

"I found you."

Wang Hongshi's energy and blood surged into the sky, and he turned into a stream of light and flew into the mist.

Entering the fog, I saw that there was a layer of Taiwei Yuan Jiuqing's magical power to change. Under the starlight, the spear actually penetrated into the body of a warrior of the Duke of Chu. The warrior died suddenly and his blood flowed freely.

Wang Hongshi's expression moved slightly. Looking at the wind and rain again, he felt a lot of chill in his heart...

"In such a stormy situation, did Lu Jing not want to flee from the beginning?"

"He returned from the east city and killed Gu Chenxiao, the seventh prince, Shen Buyi, and Duke Chu who had abused women, but they all seemed to have fallen into his trap!"

"After slaying the immortal in the Valley of the Dead, Lu Jing took part in two more Yuanxiang spirits, and the martial arts energy was as bright as the sun. Coupled with the mysterious wind and rain realm and Kunpeng Yuan entering the South Ming, there are many powerful people here. I'm afraid it will be difficult.

Kill him, but..."

Wang Hongshi whispered silently in his heart. He looked behind him, but there was also an unpredictable fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

So Wang Hongshi could only move forward with his gun, holding tightly the pen and ink of Hou Shenggong in his other hand.

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Chu Guogong was in the wind and rain, and his energy and blood were like a boiling sea of ​​fire, brewing a thin layer of light on his body.

That glow gave birth to a qi machine, which was connected to three hundred pairs of swordsmen.
To be continued...