Lu Jing's eyes were clear and clear, with wisps of energy and blood lingering around him, and traces of vitality blending into his eyes.
The Dou Xingguan's destiny was triggered, and seven stars were faintly reflected in Lu Jing's eyes.
He stared at the spear-wielding general and the eight hundred mysterious ice warriors in the river. The eight hundred mysterious ice warriors still had some aura that Lu Jing was very familiar with.
"It's probably...the aura left behind by the Seventh Prince's Double Eyes."
Lu Jing stood in front of Nanheyu.
Luo Shubai stood not far away, looking at Nan Heyu.
He did not persuade Nan Heyu to leave, but the sword energy was wrapped around the seven-foot jade tool.
The young master of Yuxing Island has no other thoughts in his mind.
In his life, the only person he cherished the most in his heart was Nan Heyu, apart from the great swordsman who was both his teacher and his mother.
The sky above Yuxing Island was empty. In the past many years, Luo Shubai only played alone and ran in front of the waves. He always felt a little lonely in his heart.
Until Nan Heyu also came to Yuxing Island, Luo Shubai became his senior brother, and Nan Heyu became the junior sister that Luo Shubai wanted to protect. There were also many complicated worries mixed in.
Until Lu Jing appeared, those complicated emotions were buried in Luo Shubai's heart. What could never change was... Nan Heyu was still his junior sister and one of the people Luo Shubai cherished the most.
"Junior sister wants to help Mr. Lu Jing, so I will naturally help her... However, after the battle in Changliu City, there was really no way for me and my junior sister to stop us in front of the fifth-level general and the eight hundred Xuanbing armored men.
Spare energy."
"Whether we can escape disaster this time depends on Mr. Lu Jing himself."
Luo Shubai held the hilt of the seven-foot jade sword tightly, with firmness in his soft eyes.
When the other strong men heard Lu Jing's words, some thought for a moment, then saluted Lu Jing and turned to leave.
The white ape on Broken Head Mountain struggled to get up, but the wounds on his body became more and more ferocious, leaving streaks of blood.
Lu Jing turned around and shook his head gently at the white ape, with some doubts in his eyes.
The white ape came to the Dragon Burial City after seeing Lu Jing's Dragon-Slaying Proclamation, and met Lu Jing by chance.
Now, a strong man is in front with a gun and eight hundred Xuanbing armored men. However, the white ape still does not intend to leave, but wants to protect Lu Jing...
This surprised Lu Jing.
Nan Heyu lowered her head and looked at Lu Jing's back. She also heard what Lu Jing said, but she had no intention of leaving.
"A hundred miles away from Dragon Burial City, there are so many pairs of eyes and so many spiritual thoughts. I don't believe that I am here in front of you. I see eight hundred Xuanbing armored soldiers in Su Mansion who dare to kill me."
Nan Heyu pursed her lips, Qianxiu Shui shimmered, but it seemed a little darker than before. The vitality flowing into Qianxiu Shui was also intermittent, and it was far from being called full.
She was about to say something.
The sound of horse's hooves could be heard in Zhaoye, and it came to Lu Jing's side. The horse's head rubbed against Lu Jing's chest.
Lu Jing nodded towards Zhaoye and immediately looked towards the river.
"After passing a hundred tests, you can see clearly who is coming, and you can also see clearly all kinds of ghosts and ghosts."
Lu Jing stared coldly at the gun-wielding general in the river, and suddenly grinned.
"Are you the second leader of the Huai Gang, Yuan Qishou?"
Boom!
The strong wind was hunting, urging the black cloak on Yuan Qi's head to move.
At this instant, the silver gun in his hand burst out with a burst of energy and blood!
The terrible power is like a stormy sea that brings flying sand and rocks, and there is a sudden thunder and a sudden violent wind.
"The spirit officer hands over the gun!"
A general trend of martial arts brought out the gun's light like fire, and also brought out the surging martial arts spirit.
"Feed the soldiers with fire, don't hold back the eight hundred mysterious ice warriors!"
"Behead Lu Jing!"
"Lu Jing will definitely die today!"
Yuan Qi's first spear moved like thunder, and his method of passing the spear from the spirit officer was full of turbulent momentum, with hundreds of changes and the force of a god dropping the spear. It brought up thousands of smoke and dust, almost turning into an aurora, heading towards the landing scene.
Stab.
"Mr. Lu Jing, be careful!"
Nan Heyu was about to take action.
The vitality in the sky spreads, and the vitality suddenly appears in the sky and the earth like pen and ink.
The pen and ink are like a dragon, swaying freely, bringing up mountains and valleys.
The mountains and ravines fell into the city, and they were locked in the spiritual thoughts of Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai.
In the smoke and dust, their vitality was exhausted and their souls were sluggish. The two Yuxingdao people were locked in their thoughts by the pen and ink of the mountains and valleys. They suddenly felt that their eyes were filled with smoke and sand, and they could no longer see anything real.
Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were startled. Just as they were about to raise their swords, the vitality controlled by the Yuanshen became thinner and thinner for some unknown reason, and Qianqiu Shui and the seven-foot jade instrument also returned to calm.
The vitality of writing and ink flows in the mountains and valleys. A big roc rushes out of the sand and dust. The roc catches it in the air with its claws, pinches bursts of vitality, then controls Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai, and lifts the two of them into the sky.
.
And on the back of the big roc, the young calligrapher of Qi State looked helpless. He was holding a walking dragon pen in his hand, and the pen and ink were moving lightly, and the words were like a vast ocean and a supernatural power...
Or maybe... this dragon-moving brushwork from the world's greatest pen and ink artist is itself a mysterious magical power that is hard to fathom!
Qi Hanzhang didn't want to take action, but he had to take action!
Because of this, this young scholar from Qi State, who was still less than thirty, used his luck to stir up a violent wave of vitality and locked up Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai, preventing them from intervening in this matter.
The White Ape of Broken Head Mountain had already struggled to stand up. When he raised his sledgehammer and mad knife, a strand of hair suddenly appeared in the blood mist.
There are traces of blood in the hair.
The energy and blood are neither vast nor thick, but they are elusive and extremely sharp.
A ray of blood suddenly bloomed from the white ape's body.
"Seizing hair? The children of Qi State hold a banquet?"
The white ape roared angrily, and blood suddenly flowed from his body.
After Lu Jingdao exposed Yuan Qishou's identity, Yuan Qishou drew his gun in an instant, and eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, Qi Hanzhang, a young scholar from Qi Kingdom, and Xiuyan, a boy from Mang Yi Diao Temple, took action.
"On the mountain in the distance, there is another person carrying a big flag and plotting evil."
Under the destiny of Lu Jing Douxingguan, his thoughts became infinitely clear, and everything seemed to slow down wherever he looked.
Yuan Qi's first spear is like fire!
Eight hundred mysterious ice warriors wore face helmets, and their bodies were full of killing energy. The Dragon Burial City was once again turbulent.
These elite soldiers can easily crush the ruins of Dragon Burial City with a single charge.
Yuan Qi attacked with a long spear, with a will to kill in his eyes.
Sitting on the back of Dapeng, Qi Hanzhang had helplessness and regret in his eyes.
The unfamiliar Qi Guo Mangyi Diao Temple boy cultivator Yan had a pale complexion, with a male-female appearance, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of rampant murderous intent.
"If a young prodigy's long hair can be tempered with silken hair, he will be truly favored by heaven and earth."
Tong Xiuyan made no secret of the greed in his eyes, and his slender life-stealing hair disappeared into the sky, cutting the white ape on Duanshou Mountain.
The white ape was cut by the hair-stealing thread, and with the tyrannical power of the hair-stealing thread, he was thrown several miles away.
After Bai Yuan landed on the ground, he wanted to get up. At this moment, his movements suddenly stopped and his body became limp.
Children's Xiu Banquet swept away the hair.
Under the fate of Douxingguan, Lu Jing's eyes clearly saw multiple hairs dancing between Tong Xiuyan's ten fingers. Each of the hairs spread out and turned into thousands of hairs.
Tight for a moment.
A snare appeared in front of Lu Jing's eyes.
"The snare of life!"
"When you enter this snare, your flesh and blood will become like shreds, and your bones will become like ground powder. There will be no pain at all."
Tong Xiuyan set up a snare and wanted to roll Lu Jing into mincemeat!
Frequent murderous intent!
Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were swept away by Qi Hanzhang's Zuolong brushwork.
Lian'e Buddhazi stood side by side with Monk Shenxiu. He turned his head and stared at the Lu Jing in the distance, feeling a little regretful in his heart...
"It's a pity that I didn't kill him with my own hands."
Lian'e Buddha thought so in his heart.
At this moment, Monk Lian'e sighed with a hint of pity.
"Son of the Buddha, you have entered the evil path and have fostered inner demons without knowing it. You think you are still adhering to the killing method of the Angry-Eye Vajra.
The angry-eyed Vajra does not uphold the precept of killing, and the negative consequences of killing will become demons in his heart. It is a pity that Donor Lu Jing..."
Monk Shenxiu sits cross-legged, with his brown monk's robe covering his legs... This young Buddhist disciple of Jokhang Temple exudes a faint light.
At this moment, the sun has set, and the stars are shining on Monk Shenxiu, making Monk Shenxiu look even more holy.
"Donor Lu Jing...has exhausted all his strength." Monk Chenghui, who was standing next to Monk Shenxiu, suddenly had such a thought in his heart.
"Senior brother, do you want to send donor Lu Jing to the west?"
At this moment, many people had their own thoughts and thoughts.
The dry river is three miles away from Lu Jing.
But when Yuan Qishou and the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers activated their energy and blood, they rolled in with violent power.
But in the blink of an eye, we have arrived at a land of hundreds of feet.
But just as Cheng Hui thought, Lu Jing's energy and blood were sluggish, his soul was dim, and he was exhausted. How could he withstand the magical attacks of Yuan Qishou, the second leader of the Sophora Gang, and the child Xiuyan of Qi State's Mang Yi Diao Temple!
Must die!
undoubtedly!
The belief of a decisive victory lingered in Yuan Qishou's heart.
Tong Xiuyan also planned to braid Lu Jing's long hair into long hair.
But at this moment...when a wisp of smoke dispersed, a white light flashed.
Suddenly a huge dragon ball flew out of the sky!
The dragon ball was shining brightly, mixed with a thick blood mist, and the sky and the earth in the distance.
"Even the old dragon with a broken foot once wanted to use the blood sacrifice formation to extend his life."
Lu Jing's eyes were cold.
The huge dragon ball that flew up was the dragon ball of the disabled old dragon.
There was actually a faint sword energy and a shadow on the dragon ball.
The sword energy is like a supporting light, and it is also mixed with awe-inspiring righteousness, which has the meaning of "stirring up the surrounding sky with coldness".
And that looming shadow that is about to disperse is that... Penmo Kunpeng!
Here and now.
Bi Mo Kunpeng is opening his big mouth and biting the dragon ball of the old dragon with a broken foot.
When Yuan Qishou and Tong Xiuyan saw this scene, they couldn't help but have a flash of...questions.
But then, under the white light of the dragon pearl, standing in front of the dragon bone plaque, Lu Jing's figure became clear.
But he saw that Lu Jing had already struggled to open the Luolong Bow!
The long bow is not full moon, and with Lu Jing's current strength, it can only be stretched an inch.
But what was placed on the Falling Dragon Bow was a dragon tooth.
The dragon's teeth flash, crystal clear and bright.
An inexplicable wave came, and the dragon teeth on the Falling Dragon Bow flew away, bursting out with dazzling light.
Longya took off his bow, and Zhaoye was already galloping towards him. Lu Jing only had a moment to get on his horse, and Zhaoye spread his legs and ran in the opposite direction.
Click...
From the howling of the wind, the crackling of thunder, the surging hooves of horses, the violent waves of energy and blood, and the operation of magical powers, there was a crisp sound mixed in.
However, he saw that the remaining sword energy on the dragon ball suddenly erupted, Kunpeng's shadow also bit it down, and with a sudden swing, the dragon ball was thrown far away, hanging on Yuan Qi's head, not far away from the eight hundred Xuanbing armored soldiers.
At this point, Kunpeng's phantom finally completely dissipated.
The dragon teeth shot by the Falling Dragon Bow finally landed on the dragon beads...
"Lu Jing!"
It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Qishou also realized what Lu Jing was planning, just like a child repairing a banquet.
"Why can you shoot it to pieces..."
Boom!
Yuan Qi's first words have not yet finished.
The vitality in the void of heaven and earth suddenly collapsed, and then was enveloped by a violent and incomparable force, and exploded!
Thousands of vitality condensed and then exploded, with streams of blood intertwining in them. The vitality turned into sharp ice, densely packed across the sky and the earth!
The eight hundred mysterious ice warriors originally had a breath like a rainbow, and their power was unparalleled.
But Longzhu, a crippled old dragon with eight levels of divine appearance, was shot to pieces by Lu Jing in a trap.
The entire Dragon Burial City seemed to be wailing...
In Dragon Burial City, a violent wave rolled up, and a black light shot straight into the sky.
The second leader of the Huai Gang, Yuan Qishou!
Eight hundred soldiers!
Bear the brunt!
Tong Xiuyan was standing on the side, but he was still shocked by the sudden increase in power. He grabbed his hair and locked the vitality of the void. The Qi State Python Yi Diao Si flew back, just like a bright meteor falling towards the place where it came from!
"Form up!"
Yuan Qi clenched his teeth, and the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers formed a unified battle formation, with thick blood spurting out from every pore on their bodies.
The extremely domineering and murderous spirit soared into the sky!
The strength of the military formation lies in this.
Even Yuan Qishou, who had the fifth level of divine appearance and reflected the main appearance of the Lingguan, had already put away his spear light and retreated behind the battle formation of eight hundred Xuanbing armored soldiers.
Yuan Qishou's physical body is so powerful, but the bone-piercing vitality still cuts many scars on Yuan Qishou's face.
And the Xuanbing battle formation of eight hundred Xuanbing armors faced off against the terrifying power of the explosion. Suddenly, cracks were all over the Xuanbing armor and Xuanbing guns. Dozens of war horses had their flesh and blood cut off, leaving only their skeletons!
"Lu Jing, if you shoot the dragon ball and smash it, will you be able to survive safely?"
Yuan Qi gritted his teeth, but saw the mysterious light in his eyes moving, and saw in the wisps of smoke...
Lu Jing rode through the night and galloped through the Dragon Burial City.
In the Dragon Burial City, there are mountains of dragon corpses. The strong and hard dragon corpses seem to have become a buffer for Lu Jing.
The power of the dragon ball's explosion swept across, and every time it swallowed a hard dragon corpse, the power of the explosion of vitality weakened by one point.
Lu Jing seemed to notice Yuan Qishou's gaze, and even turned his head to look at him.
There was still clear mockery in his eyes.
"You want to kill me?" Lu Jing seemed to be asking.
The second master's cheeks trembled.
His teeth were almost broken by his own bite.
The power of the Dragon Ball swept across all directions, and also stopped Qi Guotong's Xiuyan.
Tong Xiuyan frowned, suddenly seemed to feel something, and looked to another place.
But they found that the White Ape of Broken Head Mountain, which was dying just now and was seriously injured, was already full of energy. Every time the body of the ten-foot-long white ape took a step, it had to cover an extremely long distance. From time to time, it turned its head to look at the place where the explosion occurred.
Laughter hovered in the sky.
Tong Xiuyan licked his chapped lips.
"I was... fooled by this kid."
"It's just...the Dragon Ball is so hard, how can Lu Jing be able to shoot the Dragon Ball of the Eighth Level Divine Appearance True Dragon to pieces?"