Royal Palace.

Outside Fengtian Hall, thousands of stone steps reach Tianting directly.

The battle between the two sword immortals on earth appeared again with the arrival of a number of royal enshrinements.

Under the moon, Lu Wentian glanced at the worshippers coming up around him, and his expression became cold.

These flies are indispensable wherever they go.

"Three-foot sword."

Lu Wentian looked at the opponent in front of him and said, "What, do you want these flies to interfere in the battle between you and me?"

The Sanqi Sword was silent, and after a moment, he said apologetically, "I am a royal envoy, and I must put Your Majesty's safety first. Other envoys must take action, and I have no right to stop it."

"Courtess!"

When Lu Wentian heard the answer from the Sanchi Sword, he cursed with regret. The Chunyang Sword in his hand was powerful and an astonishing sword intent burst out.

"Since you are willing to fall, I have nothing to say. Come on, let's go together!"

As soon as he fell, the fire waves around Lu Wentian were surging, like the god of fire, and his powerful aura spread out one after another, horrifying.

"The sword worshiper will give you the task of directly restraining him!"

A royal priest noticed the extremely powerful aura of the white-clothed sword immortal in front of him, and was shocked and said.

This man is too strong, and no one can stop him except the three-foot sword.

"If you have such courage, you dare to call me a sacrifice. You are just a group of lackeys raised by the royal family of the Great Merchants!"

When Lu Wentian saw the timid royal family worshiping as a timid, he felt more and more contemptuous. He stopped talking and rushed forward.

"Be careful!"

The Sanchi Sword noticed the murderous aura in Lu Wentian's sword, and his expression subsided. He spoke and reminded him, and waved his sword to meet him.

"boom!"

The two swords confronted each other again, and the fire waves surged. This time, the scenery was no longer evenly divided.

Under the powerful impact force, the three-foot sword took a step back and faced each other head-on, and it was actually at a disadvantage.

If you are afraid of your heart, you will never be able to move forward.

Sword, moves and skills are important, but state of mind is the foundation for martial arts to reach its peak.

The moment the three-foot sword retreated, several royal priests rushed up around and joined forces to attack the white-clothed sword immortal in the battle situation.

"No matter how many sick cats are, can they bite the tiger to death?"

When Lu Wentian saw the worshippers rushing around, his expression was not turbulent. The Chunyang Sword once again raised its sharp edge, and the fire waves rushed into the sky, forming a shocking fear of burning the sky.

"The change of the sea of ​​clouds, the sky spreads through the prairie!"

He was full of courage, and the sword was fearless. At night, Lu Wentian opened his combat power with all his strength. He swung his sword and the sea of ​​fire surging everywhere in the sky, and immediately swallowed up the worshipers.

Amid the violent impact, the figures of royal envoys flew out and slammed onto the stone steps.

In the distance, the imperial guards were shocked to see the brave and fierce posture of the man in white in front of him.

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Same bravery, same unrivaled.

The Sword Immortal can definitely be called the most terrifying group of people in this world.

With one sword in hand, you are fearless and dare to fight to heaven.

"roar!"

Just as the worshipers were defeated, a dragon roar faintly appeared above Fengtian Hall, and purple air surging in the sky, the dragon gradually recovered. In a vague way, the dragon raised its head, and its power shook the earth.

In front of Fengtian Palace, Lu Wentian felt a feeling and his expression became truly solemn.

Dragon energy!

The dragon is about to appear, and the storm changes, and the entire Shang Palace is shocking, and the scene is shocking.

"The change of the sea of ​​clouds, all rivers enter the sea!"

Facing the arrival of dragon power, although Lu Wentian looked solemn, he was not afraid in his heart. He turned his palm over the sword, took over the essence of heaven and earth, gathered the mysterious spirit of the mysterious yellow, and the true energy in his body continued to rise, which required human power to shake the power of heaven.

"The young man is terrifying."

At this moment, deep in the palace, in the royal ancestral hall, an old figure walked out, stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, staring at the direction of Fengtian Hall, and praised without hesitation.

Let’s not talk about the strength of this junior, but this courage to draw the sword from the sky is really good.

It looks very similar to those lunatics from Taoism back then.

Since you have embarked on the path of martial arts, if you still shrink, then don’t practice martial arts. Otherwise, if the gods come again, these cowards who are even afraid of the imperial power will be scared by the gods and pee their pants directly.

The reputation of the human race that his old friends have won will probably be thrown away by all these wastes.

"roar!"

At the moment when Tai Shang was watching the battle, in front of Fengtian Hall, the dragon revived, and the illusory dragon body coiled around the hall, with the sound of dragon roars deep into the soul.

Then, in the surging purple aura, the dragon raised its head, and its dragon eyes were staring at the human sword immortal below, with the dragon power as if it were abyss, making people feel cold all over.

In everyone's shocked eyes, the dragon roared to the sky and bent down.

Below, Lu Wentian did not dodge or avoid, held the sword tightly, and his true energy was poured into the Pure Yang Sword.

Chunyang, the magic weapon left by Lu Zu during the era of the Conquest of Gods, was passed down for thousands of years in the Yunhai Immortal Sect. In this era, it also became the biggest helper for Lu Wentian to win the title of Sword Immortal on Earth. Today, one person and one sword have joined forces again to block the thousand-year-old true dragon.

"boom!"

The real dragon swooped down, and the Pure Yang faced the front, and the purple dragon energy and the pure Yang flames impacted sharply, the aftermath fluctuated, and the fire waves scattered.

After a moment of stalemate, the dragon energy dispersed the pure yang flame, and powerful power burst out and suppressed it all.

But with a loud bang, the stone steps under Lu Wentian's feet shattered and his feet fell into the ground.

Blood flowed silently from the corners of his mouth. Facing the true dragon, whose strength had just recovered and whose strength had not yet fully recovered, Lu Wentian was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Lu Wentian, now I will admit defeat and can save my life!"

Outside the battle, when Sanchi Sword saw this scene, he immediately spoke and reminded him.

"Ask for defeat?"

Lu Wentian reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said coldly, "Three-foot sword, being able to say such words means you are not worthy of using the sword!"

After the words came, Lu Wentian Heng wiped the blood from his hand on the sword. Suddenly, Chun Yang whistled lightly and burst out with a dazzling blood light.

"The change of the sea of ​​clouds."

He was severely injured, but his fighting spirit became even more intense. Lu Wentian pointed his sword at a slanted finger, and the blood-colored flames surged out like waves, majestic and endless, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth.

"The blood sun is gone!"

Under extreme pressure, Lu Wentianshou appeared in the martial arts forbidden style of Yunhai Immortal Sect. The surging blood flames in the sky gathered rapidly, turning into a sad and beautiful blood sun, rising into the sky, reflecting the cold moon in the nine heavens.

When will the sword immortal on earth dare to climb up the blue sky and embrace the bright moon, and dare to go down the deep pool to hide dragons and tigers, and have you ever been afraid?

At this moment, facing the real dragon blocking the way, the white-clothed sword immortal pointed to the setting sun, and the blood shone on the thousand.

The next moment, the dragon's power and blood yang collided with each other.

The dragon's head hit the blood yang, and for a moment, the world seemed to be still.

After a moment, the dragon energy and blood yang exploded.
Chapter completed!