Chu Yeshan stretched out two fingers and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. His eyes were still looking at the mirror in front of him through the gaps between his fingers.
The observable distance of that precious mirror seemed to have reached its limit. The famous horse Zhao Ye on the mirror became increasingly blurry, but Chu Yeshan could still see the land scenery behind Zhao Ye.
Lu Jing's body was upright, but his head was drooping. Chu Yeshan didn't know whether Lu Jing was dead or alive, but in another scene on the mirror, Ying Xuanguang, the eldest prince of Taichonghai, frowned, walked through the clouds and mist, and walked towards the famous horse.
Go according to the night.
Chu Yeshan already knew that Lu Jing was still alive after receiving an arrow from Ying Xuanguang.
"Even though this land scene reflecting the dragon-slaying platform is only in the realm of divine fire, the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang has already constructed the seventh level of divine form, and his body's energy and blood have been fused with the blood of Tianlong, making him unparalleled in tyranny.
Lu Jing was already seriously injured, but he was still able to withstand the arrow without dying. His physical vitality... is a bit... surprising."
Chu Yeshan took a deep breath, the beard on his face was still trembling slightly, and then he thought of Li Guanlong, the third son of the Li family, who died on Wulong Street.
"Now that I think about it, not only me, but also many big shots in Taixuanjing have underestimated Lu Jing's physical talent."
Chu Yeshan couldn't help but shake his head when he thought of this.
In the huge Taixuanjing, the younger generation talks about talent. Even Nan Heyu from the Duke of Nanguo Mansion and Beiquemu, the third prince of the Sea Dragon King who was beheaded by Lu Jing, are among the many people in Taixuanjing.
In his eyes, he was much different compared to Lu Jing.
When the two collided, the Wind and Rain Sword Qi was shattered in an instant, and the Seven-Star Sword was thrown with Qi and blood because it was not blessed successfully. When the Qi and blood were exhausted, the Seven-Star Sword fell straight down again, and the sword light disintegrated.
, the sword that inspired the white light also pierced the clouds and mist, and returned in an instant.
In the eyes of many people, this is exactly the case.
But I never thought that even with such a high evaluation, Lu Jing was still underestimated.
Just as he was about to lower his head and touch the running Zhaoye, suddenly, a sword light flashed from the sky!
If Lu Jing were here, with Lu Jing's Qi and blood flowing, and with his sword intention and sword intention circulating, Zhaoye before had never noticed how powerful and heavy the pressure of Ying Xuanguang, the eldest prince with Tianlong bloodline, was.
Ying Xuanguang was holding the Seven-Star Sword in one hand. He looked far away and saw Zhaoye's figure. The energy and blood in his body roared, and the energy and blood was mixed with a ray of heavenly dragon's energy, which was thick and terrifying.
Ying Xuanguang's eyes were cold.
"When the traces of Lutan are revealed, my father will personally escort the Seventh Prince here. Since His Highness is determined to use blood sacrifice to absorb the power of the blood mist in the sky, as ministers, we must find a good place for him no matter what."
Buzz!
The sound echoed, and Zhaoye moved forward crazily. It could clearly detect that Lu Jing's body had undergone certain changes, and seemed to have become... heavier.
Chi!
There was a dull sound, and the Seven-Star Sword was enveloped by the dense wind and rain sword energy, making a dull sound.
On the plain, many people were staggering, trying to escape from the middle of the river so as not to die of hunger.
"There are countless gods in the world. Watching the dragon in the sky become a god, it is really different from the ordinary powerful ones."
Maybe, as long as we delay for a few more quarters of time, we can get some life!
The eldest prince walked over with his hands behind his back.
The only difference is that the divine fire between Lu Jing's brows has long since disappeared, and seems to have merged into Lu Jing's soul, causing Lu Jing's eyes and body to burn all the time.
The white horse only felt a heavy pressure falling to the extreme, and a fear coming from the depths of his blood swept over him.
The two souls exchanged, but it only took an instant.
The son of a prince is looking for a place for blood sacrifice.
Luo Shubai was not unaware of the danger, but he still blocked the seven-star sword that looked like a meteorite, which made Lu Jing puzzled.
Lu Jing's body was in severe pain, and his expression was still pale. The innate air and blood in his body were shattered, his martial arts was rising, and the Snowy Mountains were already full of cracks.
The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang was still walking in the clouds and mist. He frowned, looked around at the vast river road, and said with a smile: "I have also heard that Nan Heyu of Yuxing Island has always had some entanglements with Lu Jing, and even let Nan Guo
The palace became the laughingstock of Taixuan Capital, and Taixuan Tianjiao was reputed to be ignorant and ignorant.
It was already evening at this time, and the sunset was reflected in the sky, falling on the blood mist, and the whole land became hazy with blood, giving people an extremely strange feeling.
The sword energy is like wind and rain, cutting away the clouds and mist in the void. Under the accumulation of vitality, the void is like a calm lake, but at this moment, it stirs up a huge flood and bursts into a violent wave.
So when two or three moments flew by.
Lu Jing had a soft smile on his face and touched his white horse mane...
It is working hard to protect Lu Jing in its own way.
Under the immortal body, when Lu Jing turned away from the divine fire, his body and spirit repaired faster and faster, and Lu Jing's eyes became calmer.
"Mr. Lu Jing."
This is the seven-star sword from the lower sword pavilion of Qi State.
The eldest prince Ying Xuanguang thought like this in his heart, his eyes were quite calm, as if chasing and killing Lu Jing was just a trivial matter to him.
"Wind and Rain Sword Qi, Seven-foot Jade Tool, Yuxing Island Luo Shubai?"
"Although this Zhaoye Jade Lion is extremely extraordinary, compared with the speed of the eldest prince, even if Zhaoye has run many miles, he will be caught up by the eldest prince in at most two or three quarters... Thinking about it, nothing has changed.
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"Build another blood sacrifice formation. If it can run for half a year, absorb the blood mist from the sky, and capture some living beings, I can touch the threshold of the eighth level of divine form, and perhaps build a main-level divine form with energy and blood.
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Just like the white light rising from the ground, the clouds in the sky reflect the tassels.
As he walked through the flat wilderness, chasing Zhaoye and Lu Jing, his eyes even roamed left and right. He was looking at the mountains and wilderness of the Hezhong Road, looking for a place suitable for constructing the blood sacrifice formation.
Chu Yeshan had a lot of thoughts, and then he let out a long breath.
On the river, Bailong Fuyunqi's body was blown by the breeze, and the white hair on the dragon's head was still fluttering slightly.
Because of the Xuanyi sword armor, Zhaoye could not remember his last master for a long time. He did not know that Gao Li, the mountain ghost holding the famous sword, died at the hands of Nan Fengmian and Lu Jing.
But this violent wind and heavy rain are not like Lu Jing's magical power of attracting wind and rain. Every drop of rain in the dark wind and rain, and every wisp of wind and waves are filled with whistling sword energy.
Even Lu Jing was a little surprised. He and Luo Shubai only met once, in the small pavilion of the library.
Even if Luo Shubai comes here with a sword, Ying Xuanguang will never show mercy, and even this Yuxing Island genius will pay an extremely heavy price.
Apart from the energy, blood and strength, there is no mystery in it. It is purely your own terrifying body that throws this sword.
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly, and patted the horse's body gently. Zhaoye's originally stiff body suddenly relaxed, his speed also slowly slowed down, and he turned his head.
"If you want to achieve great things, sometimes you can't be too pedantic... As for the people in the middle of the river... just pay back more in the future."
Zhaoye sensed that Lu Jing's vitality was still there, the veins under the skin of the horse's body burst out, all the energy and blood in the body had been mobilized, and the four horse legs showed phantoms.
But even so, it also contained extremely powerful power. The energy and blood scraped through the void, and the void even burst out with a rumbling and vibrating sound!
The sky is getting darker and darker.
"Sir, let's go quickly."
After the blazing white light, a familiar sword came down from top to bottom and soared into the sky.
Compared with the speed of the fast-moving Zhaoye and the eldest prince Ying Xuanguang, there is still a long way to go.
Luo Shubai sighed in his heart, looked at Zhaoye Mingma again, his soul circulated, and said to Lu Jing: "Mr. Lu Jing, Shubai has a few life-saving treasures, and he will try his best to hold off the Taichonghai Prince.
, you then ride off. He only needs to walk three hundred miles and escape into the forest. If he wants to find you again, I'm afraid it won't be that easy..."
But I never thought that a high-ranking disciple from Yuxing Island would come with a first-grade famous sword, which is a bit... strange."
"If I had to choose again, I would definitely try my best to persuade the third son of the Li family when he takes action against Lu Jing.
Chu Yeshan looked down at the mirror, comforting himself in his heart.
Chu Yeshan set his eyes on it, took a quick glance at the people, with a little more dodge in his eyes, and then carefully observed the vast plains, rugged mountains and dry rivers.
When Ying Xuanguang spoke, there was no dignity in his tone.
Lu Jing... also slowly opened his eyes at this moment.
Luo Shu's Bai Yuanshen had just fallen, but Lu Jing was still riding Zhaoye and stayed where he was: "Why do you want Mr. Luo to help me?"
The most fertile place in Dafu in the past has now become such a haunted place.
As a result, Zhao Ye ran faster, and even a drop of blood and sweat flowed from his body.
The mysterious power in his body was running, and he threw it casually, and the seven-star sword was like a falling meteorite, heading towards the running Zhaoye.
Chen Shangu was forcibly held down by the woman in green, Chi Su, in the light of the sword, and escaped from the Taichong Hai Prince.
Chu Yeshan just touched the precious mirror lightly, and the precious mirror seemed to have a spirit, making ripples. In a moment, mountains, dry rivers, and even endless plains appeared in it.
This opportunity in Lutan appeared on the Hezhong Road. I don't know how many strong men came from Taixuan Capital. Today I want to kill Lu Jing. None of the many strong men in Taixuan Capital came to help me. They just watched indifferently.
The two admired each other and even exchanged swords for a while, but there was no deeper friendship between them.
Chu Yeshan thought this in his heart and felt relieved.
"The second-grade heavy craftsman-level sword is of the same grade as the Falling Dragon Bow. This is an unexpected gain."
Even the two Luo Shubai from Yuxing Island...can't stop him!
The master was about to die, and Zhaoye could clearly feel the terrifying dragon pressure from far away, just like a dark cloud, sweeping towards this direction.
At this moment, the seven-star sword was filled with soaring evil energy and surging energy and blood. The energy and blood bursting out around the seven-star sword even turned into a coiled heavenly dragon, roaring towards Lu Jing, trying to swallow Lu Jing completely.
When Lu Jing was asleep, with no energy and blood flowing in his body, and no vitality gathering, the pressure of the eldest prince swept over him, and Zhaoye shivered as if he was frozen.
Then there was another place, but it was full of murderous intent.
Lu Jing asked, Luo Shubai hesitated for a brief moment, then showed a slight smile on his face and said calmly: "Actually, I am not the only one who came to help you.
It's just that I walked faster, so I got a few steps ahead.
Zhaoye's body, which was originally full of muscles, suddenly became stiff.
The same was true for his soul, its light was dim and it was seriously injured.
But the white horse still ran hard and never abandoned Lu Jing.
"Seven-foot jade tool?"
It is really a pity that such a person... died like this."
In particular, Yuxing Island's two-hand swords, which are of the same rank and are passed down to the world, have attracted the attention of countless people. Luo Mingyue is also a world-renowned swordsman master, and he also made great achievements during the Spiritual Tide.
The sword light was like white jade, white and dazzling.
There was a deep hatred between Ying Xuanguang and Lu Jing. Lu Jing beheaded Prince Xuanwei and brought down the Dragon Slaying Platform. They were born to be enemies of dragons in the world. It was a life-and-death battle between them, with absolutely no room for maneuver.
As for why I'm helping you... it's probably because... Mr.'s death is a very bad thing for many people."
Lu Jing used it as a shield to block the dragon bone arrow. When Ying Xuanguang was walking in the void, he easily pulled out the sword.
But at this moment, Ying Xuanguang, which was originally filled in the void, suddenly bent into the void and bounced out.
Ying Xuanguang's majestic body was walking above the middle of the river. It seemed to be walking slowly, but each step could cover a distance of hundreds of feet.
The sword energy is like wind and rain, or like a flood wave, rushing straight up.
The name of Luo Shubai on Yuxing Island is well known all over the world.
Because of this, even though Luo Shubai came with a sword, Ying Xuanguang still stood upright and walked towards Lu Jing, with some curiosity in his words.
Everything seemed lonely and desolate.
In the sky, a burst of transparent clouds emerged and merged into Lu Jing's body.
In an instant, there seemed to be a dragon roaring, its shadow flashing, and the energy and blood bringing up violent waves from all directions, pressing in!
It is squeezing all its strength and all its blood.
It only knew that its master was Lu Jing, and that golden light once bloomed on his body, forcing him to repel the powerful man full of evil.
And from the cloud where the seven-foot jade tool disappeared, a man in green clothes and a sword slowly walked out.
It's just that... Ying Xuanguang has practiced for many more years than Luo Shubai. Even though Luo Shubai has the talent, Ying Xuanguang's cultivation is enough to overwhelm Luo Shubai.
He could clearly see from that treasured mirror that the eldest prince responded to the energy and blood in Xuanguang's body, stimulating the energy around him.
Luo Shubai turned his head and looked at Lu Jing, then saluted Lu Jing.
Lu Jing is a well-deserved young leader.
Every time he took a step, Qi and blood burst out, condensing the surrounding energy and turning it into a staircase.
In the night reflected on the mirror, Lu Jing's figure loomed slightly until it completely disappeared.
At some point, Ying Xuanguang had an extra sword in his hand.
The white light passed by, bringing with it a downpour of rain and a strong wind.
He will definitely kill Lu Jing today.
The dim sky was completely illuminated, and even the blood-colored clouds and mist in the sky were illuminated blazing white.
Luo Shu's Bai Yuanshen flows, and the seven-foot jade tool comes out of the body.
Lu Jing Yuanshen arrived in an instant.
"There is Mr. Luo Luo... but this matter has nothing to do with you."