If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 249 Drunk Lying Shining Night Calling Knights Dongfeng Blows into the Dragon Slaying Field!
Chapter 249 Drunk Lying Shining Night Calling Knights Dongfeng Blows into the Dragon Slaying Field!
Chapter 249: Drunk lying down and calling the knight at night, the east wind blows into the dragon-slaying field! 【8.5k】
The voices of young children, accompanied by the sound of white cranes flapping their wings against the clouds, spread throughout the middle of the river.
The child's voice was not high-pitched, it was even weak due to hunger, intermittent, and occasionally accompanied by crying.
Like zombies, people walking into the distance following the huge flow of victims also turned their heads and looked at the white crane that exuded brilliance.
"The man-eating dragon, the adults who ignore you, the road in the middle of the river that you can't get out of..."
Some people lamented that there was no luster in their eyes.
"This gentleman who wrote the article wants to redress the grievances of the common people and slay the dragon in Changliu City?"
The road in the middle of the river is vast, eight thousand miles from north to south.
Even if a famous horse is famous all over the world, it takes seven or eight days to cross the middle road of the river, running hard and resting in between.
The same goes for divine fire monks who use divine fire to control vitality and sword light.
"Since you want to start killing, you can't show others the face of the perpetrator."
There was silence in Changliu City.
After a long time, King Mingguang held it casually, and the white crane in his hand turned into streaks of white light, and then disappeared into smoke.
Cheng Hui was even more delicate and petite than Shenxiu. When she heard Lu Jingxing's article detailing the evils of the dragon genus, she frowned.
Now that I have seen this message and think about it carefully, it is actually because I am afraid of the middle of the river and the rotting flesh and blood and scattered bones that can be seen everywhere in the middle of the river.
"The Dragon Slaying Platform has its own chance. If I can swallow its flesh and blood, maybe I can..."
"There are seven hundred and seven dragons, of which two out of five hundred are dragons, and the rest are all true dragons."
The young man was so angry that he scolded the real dragon!
"Old Long, are you here to die?"
Yu Qixiang gritted his teeth and said: "The Sea Dragon King of Beique is far less terrifying than those adults in Taixuan Capital, let alone the Emperor Chongtian.
The strings of the guqin fluctuated randomly, and unexpectedly played a song of killing!
"I didn't expect this old dragon to come so fast. Behind him are many dragons, real dragons, and dragons coming from the clouds, but the strong man who came to slay the dragon with Lu Jing has not arrived yet."
Lu Jing looked at the painting on the papyrus paper with satisfaction, then flipped his palm and took out twenty-eight beads from the Yun Kong Pattern.
Some adults are too deep-minded and always seem to be worried about the major events in the world, describing them in a hurry.
Lu Jing raised his head from time to time, and nine [fighting stars] were reflected in his eyes. After the strengthened fighting star command, Lu Jing's eyes seemed to have strange power.
Nan Heyu looked at Luo Shubai's back and whispered.
The twinkling Yuan Xing fell into Lu Jing's eyes, and Lu Jing was watching the Yuan Xing paint.
Mangyi Diao Si put his hands on his back and his eyes were burning: "No wonder you and I have seen dozens of dragons passing through the clouds in the past ten days.
"Kill a real dragon where there is a real dragon? It should be killed!"
The monks of Jokhang Temple want to catch dragons.
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At the forefront of these dragons, an old dragon with one of its legs broken off, its scales dull and dull, and one of its eyes missing, roared towards them.
The dragon looks so fierce, but he has killed so many dragons."
The chief publisher of Daleiyin Temple also heard the message transmitted by White Crane and heard the message in it.
The sword energy enveloped them, cutting off many true dragon spirits.
Bai Yunmiao looked at the agile white crane and the words on the wings of the white crane, thinking deeply in her heart.
Just at this moment, a shocking dragon roar came, and the surging energy and blood of the old dragon with a broken foot turned into a long river, covering the sky and the sun.
"Being able to obtain the head of a talented person like Lu Jing is a great achievement for you and me.
Lu Jing looked around at the withered Dragon Burial City.
He looked at the white crane carefully and felt that the white crane was quite strange.
"No wonder we always see dragons coming with clouds and mist in the past few days. Mr. Lu Jing is respectable, but these self-proclaimed dragons are disgusting. In this case... we went fishing outside Changliu City with this fishing rod.
Catching a real dragon."
Having the same thought as him, there was also a white ape holding a big sword.
If it weren't for that sword, he would have participated in the subsequent spiritual tide war.
"And... we have to hurry up. This place is very far away from Changliu City. I can feel that the old dragon mentioned in Lu Jingxiu's article has entered the middle road of the river and is already very close to Changliu City. If we don't hurry up,
, you and I will have no role to play in this matter."
Qi Hanzhang held the dragon pen in his hand and looked at Changliu City from a distance.
[Borrow money from heaven...]!
Strange vitality was injected into it and sealed by the Guanghan Seal. The vitality was passing by, and it would be exhausted in at most two hours, but Lu Jing felt that two hours... was enough!
The sparkling golden aura of awe-inspiring energy is injected into the tip of the pen.
Monks are merciful, and even having a good meal is considered a sin on weekdays, so I have no choice but to catch a dragon to reduce some sins and try to make the world a little clearer."
Three strands of innate air and blood lingered in Lu Jing's body, rolled into Lu Jing's body, and mixed with the spirit of Spring Thunder, making Lu Jing become more tyrannical.
Dafu Lu Jing, dressed in white, wrote a letter inviting the geniuses of the Hezhong Road to go and slay the dragon in Changliu City. He was very enthusiastic.
Otherwise, by the time this happens, Lu Jing will not die, leave the Hezhong Road, and return to Taixuanjing. With his talent, I am afraid that the next time he leaves Taixuanjing, you and I will no longer be his match.
"And... you have forgotten that I am not an immortal living in seclusion on Yuxing Island, I am also a human being.
Kaiyang Sword Zuo of Qi State is also young. After all, those who come to Hezhong Road to find opportunities in Lutan are all young people.
Lian'e Buddhazi reacted at this point.
An hour passed quietly.
Qixiang, don’t worry, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.”
After this incident, will Changliu City really become the Dragon Burial City, or will there be another withered skeleton of a genius in Changliu City?
"It's to satisfy one's own selfish desires." Shenxiu taught Cheng Hui: "Selfish desires can be big or small. If you kill thousands of people for your own selfish desires, and the people you kill are ordinary people who have their own thoughts, it will inevitably make you a little shameful.
"
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The strong dragon power stirred up thousands of storms, almost swallowing up Changliu City.
Fortunately, there is no human habitation within hundreds of miles outside Changliu City.
"Hundreds of dragons and me, an old dragon, are going to kill a young man."
If you are single and welcome hundreds of dragons, you must be brave!
Lu Jing also felt Old Long's gaze. He squinted his eyes and his breath suddenly became strong.
The long publisher thought about the message and carried the frowning Guanyin statue on his back all the way to the top of a mountain.
Yu Qixiang listened quietly to Lu Jing's words, her eyes softening.
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Cheng Hui's brows relaxed slightly, but there was a flash of disgust in his eyes: "Brother, Cheng Hui understands. Speaking of which, Mr. Lu Jing, who came to the Jokhang Temple several times to visit the benefactor of Chongshan, is really brave.
The plaque on the Dragon Burial City is still shining brightly.
"Is it the Xuanbing armor?"
Teruya turned her head, stuck out her tongue and spit.
Lu Jing slowly opened his eyes. The bright red blood lingering on the wind-whispering knife on his waist became thicker and thicker. Amidst the roaring wind, there seemed to be a lot of knife intent brewing. Spring thunder could also be seen moving, and this spirit was flowing.
In his blood.
The only Buddhist monk in the Jokhang Temple, the monk Shenxiu and the young novice monk Chenghui, were squatting beside a river, looking at the dry river with nothing to do.
After all, An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang never stayed in Dragon Burial City.
Mang Yi Diao Si sneered: "Lu Jing injured my crown prince of Qi and helped Nan Feng Mian kill the Seven Star Sword Constellation. Now since there is an old dragon and many dragons coming to kill him.
Lu Jing's eyes were calm, and the stars in the sky broke through the clouds and fell, shining on him.
Cheng Hui followed Shenxiu and suddenly hesitated: "Brother, you and I came to Hezhongdao for the opportunity of Lutan, and now I want to fish for dragons. If the host finds out..."
"Only young Mr. Lu Jing is different, and... he is a good friend of my mother. Sister Bai, I am going to Changliu City, you..."
But all he saw was that he gently flicked out a finger.
But when the white crane flew all over the river road, it brought Lu Jing's message.
But he didn't know how Lu Jing could block an old dragon with an eighth-level appearance, or how he could contend with hundreds of dragons.
I think those dragons went to Changliu City to take away Lu Jing's life.
Within two hours, the crippled old dragon will definitely enter the city!
There is no shortage of good and strong people in the Hezhongdao, and the devastation in the Hezhongdao has not cooled their blood.
In an instant, golden light burst out on the papyrus paper. Then, the papyrus paper began to burn, and the lines of poetry disappeared into the void.
The Jixia Sword Pavilion of the State of Qi has an open Yang Sword Seat and the Mang Yi Diao Temple are walking along the middle road of the river.
When I kill that old dragon and kill all the so-called real dragons, I will pay you back several times."
"Practice on Master's apricot altar, smell the apricot blossoms, and the fragrance of peach blossoms..."
"The Buddha said that everyone in the world has a compassionate heart, but the River Road is already like this, why do these real dragons make it worse?"
The smile in Mang Yi Diao Si's eyes disappeared in an instant. He shook his head and smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.
…
"Dragon Burial City?"
"It seems that before Lutan appears, you and I will starve to death."
Lu Jing put down his pen and wrote a poem on the paper.
With this master's apricot altar, at least I can quickly recover my strength."
Lu Jing took hold of the pen, his eyes became more serious, and then he wrote on it.
This is what a villain does!
With so many thoughts in his mind, he realized that just as the young Mang Yi Diao Si said, if he missed this opportunity, it would be even more difficult to kill Lu Jing.
Only the seventh level monks are faster.
Cheng Hui, dressed in a blue cloth monk's robe, was about to speak when she saw the white crane in the sky, and then heard the childish voice.
Time passed by in a hurry, and the immortal body finally condensed the third line of innate Qi and blood under the Master's apricot altar."
Without pausing, he held the pen in his hand and drew on another piece of paper.
We can go and watch, it doesn't matter if the old dragon can kill Lu Jing, if Lu Jing is lucky enough to survive, you and I can take the head of Lu Jing on the order of our king."
Lu Jing was sitting on the dragon's head, his eyes solemn, and between waving his sleeves, the [Zhixin Brush] and several pieces of papyrus appeared again.
Lu Jing stood up slowly, with the wind-calling sword and the rain-calling sword at his waist.
However, in the battle of the spiritual tide, the heavenly beings fell, the human immortals were wiped out, and even the surviving heavenly beings and human immortals fell into the realm. They could get a glimpse of the grand scenery of the eighth realm, but they fell into the ordinary world of the seventh realm. This kind of pain was more painful than what he had ever experienced before.
Falling from the ninth level of divine appearance to the eighth level of divine appearance is even more painful.
Cheng Hui breathed a sigh of relief, nodded quickly and said: "To be honest, senior brother and I met the rabbit spirit yesterday. If it was just for food, we would have roasted the rabbit spirit, but she can speak human language.
, just like other people, I really can’t say anything.”
But from Kaiyang Sword Zuo's point of view, at this juncture, even if he didn't help Lu Jing, who had a grudge against Qi State, he shouldn't add insult to injury and take advantage of others' danger.
Apart from today, where should I go to find so many real dragons?"
Dozens of miles behind him, real dragons were entrenched, and dragons were roaming around, full of murderous intent.
Even Lu Jing never discovered that the awe-inspiring aura in him did not entirely come from the righteousness like a rainbow, but more from himself.
Shenxiu glanced at her and suddenly reached out her hand.
If you really offend Emperor Chongtian, my sister may be in trouble."
Many powerful people in the Hezhong Road had different reactions.
As Lu Jing's thoughts flashed.
Just as Lian'e was thinking, An Nijing suddenly turned his head and looked at the white guqin beside him.
Lu Jing looked at the poems disappearing into the void, his eyes burning.
This is a disaster, but also his chance of survival.
Lu Jing raised his eyes to look at each other, and the light of the fighting stars in the sky fell into his eyes. The nine fighting stars were reflected in Lu Jing's eyes. Lu Jing raised his eyes and looked at each other, but he saw clouds and mist rolling in the distance like a sea of clouds.
A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of this young Diao Si, who had a pale face, bright red lips, and a face full of feminine beauty.
"Senior brother, when dragons eat people, is it the same as you and I eating those fish and shrimps?"
"Not to mention other things, since he is Yuan Zhushan's husband, I can't just sit back and ignore him."
In this case, I will help Lu Jing and let him survive from the mouths of those evil dragons, and then kill him with my Kaiyang Sword."
Old Long's eyes wandered around and finally landed on the city.
Wisps of bright red Qi and blood entangled in it, and then turned into another wisp of innate Qi and blood.
This was the first gift he gave to the old dragon with disabled legs.
The Guanyin statue on his back frowned at some point.
Naturally, he had seen the Xuanbing Armor before, and at that time he was impressed by how rare the Xuanbing Armor and Xuanbing Spear on the Xuanbing Armor were.
The energy that was originally consumed by borrowing energy from the sky was quickly restored.
"This poem is the second great gift."
This is an opportunity for you and me."
Cheng Hui's eyes were bright as she looked at the senior brother who had grown up with her since childhood.
The crippled old dragon thought about the past and couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
Lu Jing comforted Zhaoye and said: "These [Dragon Balls] are full of the power of blood sacrifice. You can't refine them yet, so lend them to me first."
The evil sword behind Xu Xingzhi was about to move. He pressed the evil sword on his back and walked forward, hearing a faint devilish sound in his ears.
The evil sword seemed to be telling him that he would use this opportunity to kill, drink the blood of the real dragon, and kill Lu Jing together to achieve the great road.
Even the internal organs are like black steel, and the skin and fascia are extremely hard.
Lian'e Buddhazi was also standing not far away, but he seemed to be aware of it and turned his head to look at a river.
After the long-haired traveler saluted, he was about to turn around when his eyes were attracted by the scene down the mountain.
The Confucius Apricot Altar is looming around Lu Jing.
This white ape didn't know where it came from. When he heard the word Lu Jing, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Lu Jing, is this the young gentleman Yuan Zhushan always mentioned when he returned?"
The old dragon came out of the clouds and roared thousands of miles!
When the message came, the words Changliucheng reached the ears of Mangyi Diao Temple in Qi State.
"Everyone is guilty, maybe
It's different." Shenxiu's tone became a little serious, and she said seriously to Cheng Hui: "People not only have lives, thoughts, and family ties, but they are also the same kind as you and me.
Although he is still so pedantic in Qi, no wonder King Qi Yuan doesn't like Jixia Sword Pavilion, nor does he like the sword master of Qi who practices one-word sword intention.
Xu Xingzhi's eyes were very clear.
These dragons are really annoying. Responding to Mr. Lu Jing’s appeal is considered as a joint effort, and it actually makes my heart warm.”
"A real dragon is no different from a monster. I read and practice calligraphy and become knowledgeable. If I am afraid of these monsters, the books I read in the past will be boring."
[Righteousness is like a rainbow] When the destiny is triggered, those real dragons who do evil things are indeed no different from evil!
Righteousness emits golden light like a rainbow, but Lu Jing's aura also has wisps of [Haoran Qi] emitting from it.
Nan He Yu, Luo Shubai's heart moved slightly, and as the sword light surged, a spiritual thought flew away with the sword energy.
I originally thought that the flesh and bones came from natural disasters, but now it seems that when the Hezhong Road was in trouble, there were monsters like the Taichonghai Prince who were causing trouble.
There are people with strong cultivation who can walk in the dragon's power, but they still falter.
There are seven gems on the Seven-Star Sword. One of the gems was cracked by an arrow fired by Ying Xuanguang from the Luolong Bow and became dimmed.
[Drawing the Wind] magical power, [Calling Rain] the magical power comes quietly.
The remaining six gems are still radiant.
At the end of the winding river, cold light could be faintly seen, and the heavy military might was like a hurricane, blowing the blood mist in the sky.
Lu Jing watched Lao Long coming.
"It's a pity that the calligraphy and painting written with spirit and righteousness like a rainbow will still lose the aura of awe, and it cannot last for too long. Otherwise, you can prepare a lot of it with you like Taoist talisman paper."
“Long rivers return to long rivers, and high mountains return to high mountains.
The mark over there is like a cold palace under the moonlight, it is the [Guanghan Seal].
Shenxiu also nodded: "That's true, but this is Hezhongdao, not Taixuanjing... Mr. Lu Jing's doing this is inevitably a bit dangerous."
However, the road in the middle of the river is too vast. When the news came from Baihe, it was more than ten days after Lu Jing wrote the message.
But...just as Qi Hanzhang said, life is born with shackles, and you cannot do whatever you want.
When vitality and qi and blood merge, the surging qi and blood in Lu Jing's body is undergoing some changes.
[There is spirit in writing] The fate is quietly triggered, and combined with the righteousness like a rainbow, the fate, and Lu Jing's own awe-inspiring aura...
"The General and the Great Heavenly King quite feel that Lu Jingke can enter Pingping Township and become the Fuguangdong King of Pingping Township. Now that he has angered the dragon genus, they can go and see how good he is."
Suddenly, clouds and mist formed in the papyrus, swallowing up the twenty-eight dragon balls, and then disappeared.
Scholar Haoran is a great Confucian!
Lu Jing was sitting on the keel in the city, holding a pot of bamboo leaf green in his hand, his cheeks slightly red, as if he was emboldening himself with the drink.
And the second gift...
【Mingguang】!
The Mingguang flag danced in the wind, and King Mingguang also caught a white crane in his hand.
The old dragon with a disabled foot turned the clouds and mist as if it were riding a sea of clouds, heading towards Changliu City.
Both An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang wanted to see what would happen in Changliu City.
"What's wrong if you know?" Monk Shenxiu squinted his eyes and smiled: "In the past few days, I have been sweating and chilling on my forehead and back. At first, I just thought it was because I didn't eat meat.
The writing is hurried, but a burning light is injected into the papyrus.
If Mr. Guanqi were here, I am afraid he would be even more pleased and sigh at the awe-inspiring aura in Lu Jing's body, which became more and more intense, just like those great Confucian scholars who have studied for many years and accumulated a lot, and can read the true meaning from their knowledge.
He immediately took off his traveler uniform and put on a set of civilian clothes. He looked ordinary, just like the honest eldest brother who worked hard next door.
"Made from dragon bone?"
Monk Shenxiu seemed to have forgotten the burning desire to eat meat.
"I have sensed the aura of the old dragon."
"But those dragons...why are they willing to eat people?"
Kaiyang Sword Seat looked at the message on the wings of the white crane, frowned, and said: "I didn't expect that there is a blood sacrifice in the middle road of the Dafu River."
During the spiritual tide, a sword slashed down from the sky, destroying the treasure he relied on for cultivation. You slashed his cultivation level, forcing him to return to the Tai Chong Sea to heal his wounds.
"What is this boy's name?"
"The grass-chopping knife is still enshrined in the Juyue Hall of Nanguo Duke's Mansion. As a bloodline of the Nan family, I can't let the grass-chopping knife go. Mr. Lu Jing wants to invite you as a law enforcer, so I will naturally go."
How powerful are hundreds of dragons?
Even though there were desperate practitioners on the Hezhong Road who felt sorry for the suffering bones and wanted to help Lu Jing and slay the dragon, they were unable to move forward at all because of the dragon's might.
In more than ten years, the hatred of the Seven-Star Sword Constellation will probably be shelved and cannot be easily repaid.
Dragons cannibalize people wantonly and use people as blood sacrifices. From a human perspective, it is naturally not good."
He was dressed in cloth, and with his long hair standing up casually, he put his palms together and bowed to the Avalokitesvara statue.
His Highness, Jian Su Mansion, also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to completely get rid of this big worry.
"There are more than seventy days in the middle of the river, and fifty days in the Master's apricot altar!
Lu Jing has read thousands of books and is now traveling thousands of miles. On the way, he will fight against injustice with his sword and unite knowledge and action...
Cheng Hui wanted to speak but stopped.
Lu Jing looked at the painting that disappeared in the clouds and mist. As his thoughts moved slightly, Confucius Xingtan appeared around him again.
The Zhaoxing cultivator has endless vitality and extremely fast speed. He can control a mysterious light and cross the middle of the river in only four or five days.
The Shenxiang monks are slightly slower. If they travel long distances, they need to cross mountains and ridges. If the vitality is stimulated by Qi and blood, the speed is naturally not as fast as that of the Zhaoxing monks.
Lu Jing saw that the dark clouds in the sky had completely covered Changliu City.
Yu Qixiang hesitated: "You concealed your identity, but you did not come to look for Lutan. If you go to Changliu City and your identity is discovered, and there is an order from Emperor Chongtian here, it will inevitably lead to disaster."
Many ordinary practitioners who wanted to help Lu Jing were also blinded by the tornadoes in the sky, suppressed their bodies, and were unable to take a step forward.
"To borrow energy from the sky, you must first cultivate it. Before it can be put into operation, you must also worry about the exhaustion of energy after borrowing it, so as not to fall into a dead end.
The vitality was rich and heavy, but Lu Jing seemed dissatisfied.
And what this proclamation brings is not entirely warm-blooded and kind-hearted people.
Bai Yunmiao, who had a gentle expression and fluttering black hair and white clothes, shook his head.
Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu walked in tandem, one after the other.
"No wonder the innately strong are called the enemy of a thousand enemies on the battlefield. With such a powerful physique, even if suppressed by the battle formation, if there is no strong person to stop it, I am afraid that it can kill thousands of enemies!"
In an instant, golden auras of aura spread out from Lu Jing's body.
Some adults indulge in landscapes, poems, and prose, writing about the prosperity of the world, but they are unwilling to lower their heads and look at the world outside Taixuanjing."
The first time Lu Jing Douxing's eyes shone with divine light was when he looked at the dragons around Changliu City.
He looked up at the words on the wings of the white crane and said nothing.
Luo Shubai didn't care at all. His temperament was as elegant as ever, and he held the hilt of the seven-foot jade sword tightly.
It's just that the vast majority of real dragons are entrenched in rivers, seas, and lakes. They may be dragon kings or lake lords, and rarely show their whereabouts.
But I saw that the plains at the foot of the mountain were in devastation, the earth was dry and cracked, and there was no human habitation for hundreds of miles.
Perhaps it was because of the pure compassion in her brother's heart that she saw herself alive in that mass grave, suppressed the fear in her heart, and dug herself out from the pile of dead people.
Take me back to the living world.
Then he took a long breath.
He carefully placed the Guanyin statue between two rocks and moved another rock to cover it.
"Lu Jing? How brave you are to sit alone in the city waiting for me!"
During the Spiritual Tide War, too many strong men died in the world. Even though he had already reached the ninth level of divine form, he was about to build a divine palace and become the true peak of divine form, infinitely close to the realm of heaven.
The Nine Gods wielded the mysterious method to mobilize all the energy and blood in his body, turning every pore in his body into a mysterious furnace, squeezing out thick vitality.
"Disciple was born a commoner. Now I have changed into a common man's clothes and went to Changliu City to see if the withered bones of Yuan Xiahe are what Dafu Baiyi said."
But on this day, under the command of God, Lu Jing created a painting that was no longer as simple as a vision.
The pen and ink flow, Lu Jingdan paints with a pen that holds the heart, and the divine destiny is still being triggered when he writes.
"This painting is the third great gift."
"Opportunity?" Kaiyang Sword Stand held the sword upside down and seemed a little confused.
Lu Jing felt his powerful energy and blood and thought silently in his heart.
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Lu Jing's white crane flies slower.
Lutan also focuses on identifying with young people.
The crippled old dragon's body was covered with scars, and the scales on his body had long since fallen off. There was also a sword mark on his dragon head.
"Moreover, these reptiles have become more and more rampant since the old dragon of Luolong Island came to the world. It's just a good time to kill them."
The crippled old dragon lowered his eyes and felt angry deep in his heart: "You should be killed for disturbing my dreams."
The awe-inspiring spirit was born from this.
"It is both a disaster and an opportunity. I must do my best to live up to the name of [Burial of the Dragon]!"
Kaiyang Sword Seat lowered his head and said nothing.
"Qixiang, you are also the great sage of Zhuxing Mountain." Bai Yunmiao smiled softly: "When you came to Zhuxing Mountain alone, and then went to Beique Sea to kill the Dragon King, you did not hesitate like this."
[Gou Chen] in the sky also reflected the thunder light. As the thunder light floated, Lu Jing saw another [Yuan Star].
Yu Qixiang was still hesitating: "It's just that in this case, my sister is looking for someone..."
The Guanghan Seal appeared on the Seven-Star Sword, and a layer of vitality immediately wrapped around the Seven-Star Sword.
"Dragon-slaying proclamation? How wonderful! I, the Great Monkey Sword, like these literate things!"
Yu Qixiang whispered: "Taixuanjing is more prosperous than any other city in the world, but I don't like the adults in Taixuanjing.
But Yuxing Island is in the South China Sea, and given the courage of the Dragon King of the South China Sea, he would not dare to blame the teacher."
"Even if we face the real elite, we can still carry an army of a hundred people."
"Deserves to be killed."
"The Nan family owes a debt to Mr. Lu Jing, and my Nan Mansion is the Duke's Mansion after all. In the past, I stayed at Yuxing Island and Taixuan Capital. Treasures were sent to each other when I came and went. I don't know the blood and tears in this world."
When Lian'e Buddha was in Taixuan Capital, he met the seventh prince Yuxuanlou and also went to Zhuxing Mountain with Shaozhu Kingdom.
It's a hundred miles outside Changliu City.
"But even though I can't control the Seven-Star Sword, I can use the sharpness and sharpness of the Seven-Star Sword, and with the command of Dou Xingguan, I can turn it into a sword that can cut off heads."
Kaiyang Sword Zuo suddenly spoke.
But they never left Changliu City too far.
In the sea of clouds, real dragons and dragons are coming towards Changliu City.
"Senior brother, you are different. Yuxing Island is still in the South China Sea. If you offend the South China Sea Dragon Clan, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble..."
Zhaoye stood up, jumped on the dragon's head, and rubbed Lu Jing's arm with the horse's head.
There was a fishing rod in his hand. This fishing rod was quite simple, just a piece of bamboo with some silk thread, but the hook of the fishing rod glowed with a different light.
Where the old dragon set his eyes, he first saw the dragon bone plaque on the dilapidated gate of Changliu City.
The big flag on the shoulders of the young king of Pingping Township is constantly fluttering in the wind, moving in a hunting manner.
“I don’t know whether the effect of pen and ink can last forever if I put my mind to the next level.”
It rained heavily in Dragon Burial City and a strong wind blew.
Lu Jing smiled and threw the twenty-eight dragon balls into the sky.
"At worst, after this happens, I will leave from the middle of the river, return to Zhuxing Mountain, and not participate in this Lutan incident."
People all over the world say that Lu Jing's writing creates strange phenomena, and he is a master of both calligraphy and painting.
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"This world can't be better, but it won't become so bad. If he were here, he should also go to the Dragon Burial City."
So I said...killing Lu Jing with hundreds of dragons is an opportunity for you and me."
"Although this Seven-Star Sword is a second-grade sword, it is not suitable for me now. Only by supplementing it with the Seven-Star Reflection can it unleash its true power."
"Senior brother, you don't have to come with me."
A real dragon cannibalizes people, and even builds a blood sacrifice formation to perform blood sacrifices with life, flesh and blood. This must be a huge evil in the eyes of Kaiyang Sword Zuo.
It’s just tea time, and the paintings on the straw paper are ready to come out.
The big flag was unfurled, and on the black background, there were two shining large characters.
"Since you admire Mr. Lu Jing so much and he saved your life, I will go with you."
But when the opportunity of Lutan appeared, and the sound of a reward was heard from Taichong Sea, hundreds of real dragons entered the river, and five hundred dragons came with the real dragons, arousing the peak dragon power, making the city within a hundred miles of Changliu City like a dragon.
A restricted area.
Even though that message made An Nijing hate dragons in his heart, he still wanted to do something for the living beings and the common people.
"If Yuxing Island is in Taichong Sea, I might give it some thought.
Lu Jingduan sat on the Master's apricot altar, closing his eyes and meditating.
"That's what Mr. Lu Jing is like."
"You should be killed for writing a dragon-slaying statement that overestimates your capabilities!"
"My father fights to death at the border and drinks the enemy's blood every day. For what purpose?"
Nan Heyu lowered his head and thought of the words of the proclamation.
That sword mark comes from the sky.
"Regardless of whether the memorandum worked or not, the old dragon with a crippled foot and hundreds of dragons coming to Changliu City was my disaster and my opportunity.
Shenxiu has clear eyebrows and clear eyes, and her appearance is extremely upright, but at this moment, she has a sad face and a hungry stomach.
By the time they reached the middle of the river, the matter might have been settled long ago.
The golden legal thunder that set off Lu Jing's soul turned into strands of silk thread, wrapping around Lu Jing.
A special mark appeared on the Seven-Star Sword.
This...is the battlefield he chose!
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Just like Mang Yi Diao Si said, this is indeed an opportunity.
"It is even more deserving of death to reflect the Dragon Slaying Platform with a mortal body."
There are countless rivers and seas in the world. Even if the true dragon bloodline is difficult to pass on, because of the long life of the true dragon, there are still as many as five true dragons in the world.
Bai Yunmiao said: "We, the six great saints of Zhuxing Mountain, are advancing and retreating together. Even if Li Guanlong came with the Holy Order, we never handed you over.
While Lu Jing was thinking, he stretched out his palm. There was a long sword in his hand, which was the [Seven-Star Sword].
He broke through the clouds and came forward, landing directly in the sky above Changliu City.
Dozens of miles away, dragons were overwhelming, densely packed and moving towards Liucheng.
Lu Jing was sitting on the dragon's head, drunkenly, scolding the old dragon with a broken foot.
Many passionate Knights of the River Road are coming here, and a wisp of breeze blows!
On this day, Luo Shubai and Nan Heyu saw Lu Jing at this moment...
Drunk lying in bed, calling out to knights at night, the east wind blows into the dragon-slaying field!
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