Lu Changhe was stunned by the scolding of Youming, thinking to himself what happened to the other party, and he was so anxious that he was still anxious?

"Do you think you can scare me? It's impossible to tell you that! Today, you either die or I die. So what about the saint? I'll kill you!"

The Netherworld roared repeatedly, forcing himself to overcome his fear of Lu Changhe and engage in a battle of burning boats. He raised the magic sword in his hand high to cut out a terrifying blow. An extremely powerful spiritual wave brewed at the tip of the sword. The surrounding space could not bear the terrifying power of the magic sword. It shattered and collapsed inch by inch like a mirror, revealing a dark dimensional crack.

The space was broken and the world was destroyed in every move. This was already a power that only the powerful in the Immortal Stage had. Everyone had never seen such a horrifying scene. All their faces were scared to pale, and fear was growing wildly in their hearts. They obviously wanted to escape but did not dare. Instead, they all moved closer to Lu Changhe as the center and approached him as much as possible.

They are not stupid. If Youming's sword is cut down, they will have no place to escape. The power of the aftermath alone can easily wipe them into scum. For the sake of the current plan, they can only rely on Lu Changhe to survive, hug his thighs, and withstand the attack of Youming's destruction of the world under his protection.

Lu Changhe didn't know what everyone was thinking. Seeing them approaching him one after another, he thought to himself what they were doing? Do you want to take me as a cushion even if you die?

No! I can't escape if you do this!

"Blood! Demon!" Youming's face was full of cruel murderous intent, and words burst out from his teeth: "Extreme! Dao..."

"Wuji Sword Dao, your sword is my master's sword!"

At the critical moment, a roar suddenly rang below.

Li Mobei pointed his sword at the sky, and hundreds of thousands of sword lights were floating around his body, and he used the Wuji sword art as a sword immortal.

"Dao!Dao...Aihehe!"

The sword of Destroyment, which was ready for the launch of Youming, broke the power instantly. The magic sword in his hand suddenly became uncontrollable and trembled violently. Youming was shocked. At this moment, he didn't care about the reason for the magic sword's loss of control. He quickly clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and wanted to hold it down.

"Why are you shaking so hard in the Demon Sword? Help me kill Master Lu first!"

The Netherworld sent a divine thought towards the Demon Sword, trying his best to comfort it.

Soon, the Demon Sword also sent a divine thought reply to Netherworld:

"Sorry, I just recognized the master a bit hasty. You are actually not worthy of me."

Netherworld was stunned.

The words from the Demon Sword were like a bolt from the blue, and he was stunned on the spot.

At this time, the magic sword completely flew out with a "swoosh" sound, and at the same time turned around and slashed the sword. The sword cut off the blood connection between it and the Netherworld. Then it turned into a red stream of light, like a little girl who turned against the world to pursue love. Under the stunned gaze of the monks in the audience, he shot towards Li Mobei's arms without hesitation.

“Buzz.”

The magic sword fell into Li Mobei's hand, and the bright red sword body curled up like cloth leather, gently rubbed Li Mobei's back of his hand, making a low trembling buzzing sound, pleasing to him.

"this……"

Even Li Mobei himself was surprised by the Demon Sword at this moment.

When Youming launched a shocking attack just now, although Li Mobei knew that he was extremely different from the other party, he really didn't want to bother Lu Changhe to take action. This time, the secret realm was to train the three of them, and the master naturally tried not to take action without taking action. So Li Mobei tried to use the Wuji Sword at a critical moment. Unexpectedly, when the Wuji Sword came out, this magic sword of the immortal weapon level was really taken by him.

The magic sword was not only taken by himself, but also flattered himself and acted very gentle and attached to him, which made Li Mobei feel that he was not holding a sword but a cat.

In the sky, Youming almost exploded when he saw this scene, feeling that his eyes were blind!

What did you see?

The magic sword that had just completed the blood-recognizing ceremony with me, before it could warm up, turned around and threw it into another man's arms. Before leaving, I told myself that you are not worthy?

This feeling is more frustrating than witnessing my Taoist partner cheating! Where is the cheating so blatant? Can you consider my feelings and treat me as a human being?

You are not a demon sword, you are a demon!

"puff!"

Youming was anxious and angry, and he spewed out a mouthful of blood mist on the sky.

...

At the same time, the thousands of monks who were approaching Lu Changhe were all stunned and stunned, feeling that their brains were not enough.

"Why did the magic sword fly into the hands of Master Lu Xian's disciple?"

"I don't know. I just heard Senior Brother Li Mobei shouting "What's your sword?" Then the demon sword abandoned the dark and flew into his hands. The demon cultivator in the sky is now stupid and has begun to squirt blood."

"If I were him, I would be stupid. I would have made a good handful of the immortal weapon that had blood-received the master and suddenly said it. Who can stand this?"

"Senior Brother Li Mobei is worthy of being a disciple of Master Lu. He took the initiative to find Master Lu to recognize his master with the ultimate opportunity. Now even the Demon Sword has taken the initiative to find Brother Li Mobei to recognize his master. Both of them are lucky! "

The monks were already ready to hug Lu Changhe's thighs and wait for him to use his supreme magical powers to fight the magic sword. Even if they were beaten to death, they would never have thought that the magic sword would do something like abandoning the darkness and turning to the light. They were all shocked.

Among the crowd, Lu Changhe's mind was silenced.

He knew that Li Mobei had mastered the Wuji Swordsman he made up casually in Chang'an County. Li Mobei had used it twice in front of him, but his use this time was so unexpected! Even Lu Changhe, the founder of Wuji Swordsman, felt incredible, and felt that this move was invincible, so perverted, and so slutty!

I was so mean to go to my grandma's house! This trick ignored all the gaps in realm, and shouted with red mouth and white teeth, no matter how awesome the magic sword in your hand is, the next second, I'm sorry, it's mine.

Lu Changhe remained silent in shock. At this moment, he didn't want to say anything except "dummy", and it seemed that he had nothing else to say.

"Senior Brother is so awesome! He snatched the other party's magic sword in one sentence. It's so fierce! He is simply a fierce man!"

Chen Fan said excitedly that when Youming was about to cut off the sword, he had actually made plans to rush to the sky with a fire stick to fight Youming, but was intercepted by the elder brother's words "Your sword is my master's sword."

"Senior Brother, I'm really strong!"

Xia Yanqin nodded with it, and at the same time put away the big iron pot in her hand that she had originally planned to knock on the magic sword.

Neither Xia Yanqin nor Chen Fan noticed that a sigh sounded at this time, whether inside the iron pot or the fire stick.

They regretted not being able to show up for a fight.
Chapter completed!