If you can’t become a son-in-law, you have to be destined to become a saint. Chapter 348 With your supernatural powers and blood, raise a group that looks down on the world
Chapter 348 With your supernatural powers and blood, raise a group that looks down on the world
Sword Soul Sword Qi.
A ray of light shone in the sky.
The light broke through the clouds and carried the reflection of a dragon-slaying platform in the light.
On the Dragon-Slaying Platform, there was a shadowy figure of a strong man who lowered his gaze and looked at Lu Jing.
Then he seemed to feel the Sun-bearing Qi and blood flowing from Lu Jing's body, as strong as fire and as thick as lava.
It is obviously just the first level of the divine phase, comprehending the phase of holding the sun and the yuan, and obviously just comprehending the spirit of holding the sun.
But the burning martial arts essence was like billowing smoke, shooting straight into the void.
Ao Jiuyi is considered a younger generation among the True Dragons of the Five Directions Sea. After the last spiritual tide, he ascended the throne of the Dragon King and became the ruler of the East China Sea.
The spiritual tide has gone.
Both human martial arts and the spiritual path are lonely.
Many strong men who reached the Eighth Realm during the Spiritual Tide fell down and fell into the Divine Palace and Star Palace again.
And since Ao Jiuyi ascended the throne of the Dragon King, his cultivation has become more and more powerful. Not only has he cultivated the Qianlong Yuanxiang, but he has even gathered the other eight true dragon main phases, and his internal organs have turned into a Qianlong Divine Palace.
Qianlong Shenque has strong Qi and blood, and the power of the dragon dominates the world. Coupled with his Dragon King bloodline, his cultivation makes him a true genius in the world.
Behind him, there was a white dragon bone head floating in the air, and two emerald green dragon horns also shone a ray of light, which fell directly on Ao Jiuyi's true dragon body.
The black dragon is entrenched in the sky, fierce and domineering!
The bone spurs on the four dragon claws are ferocious, and their aura shoots straight up to heaven and earth.
Qianlong is the beginning of masculinity!
Qianlong Shenque makes the energy and blood of the Dragon King of the East China Sea shine as brightly as the scorching sun.
And at this moment...
Ao Jiuyi came towards Lu Jing with the brilliance of the scorching sun, extremely ferocious power, two or three profound arts, and the white bones of the dragon head, spurting out streams of energy, blood and fire.
His eyes were cold, and he knew that there were still several strong men at the peak of the Seventh Realm behind him!
"Even with the ferocious power of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, and even with the high talent of Lu Jing, he still has to get down to the ground and walk the path on the ground."
Ao Jiuyi's energy and blood almost tore through the void. Four dragon claws filled the sky and the earth. The energy and blood on the dragon claws vibrated and exploded. Every tiny strand of energy and blood carried surging murderous intent, and together with the huge dragon claws, it was grabbed towards Lu Jing.
The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world.
But this was not the only black dragon Lu Jing faced.
Bailong Ao Jiuyi from the South China Sea, Wang Yangong of the Hedong family, and Qi Beishan, a famous figure from Qi State, each had magical powers and suddenly arrived.
Except these few people.
Walking along the path, male and female figures were looking at each other with long swords in their waists.
"Five strong men at the peak of the Seventh Realm have arrived, not to mention Lu Jing. Even if he is a human immortal who has traveled to the Eighth Realm, a heavenly being will still have to walk the path on earth."
Gu Chenxiao's eyes moved slightly, filled with pleasure.
He had been separated from Lu Jingyi for more than a year, during which time he was almost transformed into a human being due to the serious injuries Lu Jing had caused him.
Has the intoxicating smell in his secret room dissipated?
The big demon raised in his heart seemed to want to devour his mind because it had no flesh and blood to nourish him.
All these come from the land scene above the clouds.
But today, the Qi State came to Qi Bei Mountain to fight with two dragon kings and a family leader to kill Lu Jing's sky-high sword energy. This made Gu Chenxiao tremble with excitement.
“So what if it’s the Duke?
Even if you are caught in the calamity of death, you will inevitably die.
I wish I could eat your bones, drink your blood, and eat your flesh!
Dying in the hands of the immortals in heaven is considered a blessing for you!"
Gu Chenxiao clenched his fists tightly and stared intently at the black dragon that was winding hundreds of feet in the sky, watching the energy, blood and supernatural powers take off.
He tried his best to look far away, just to see Lu Jing fall to the ground and fall into the path that can stain the ambition of a young man.
Qi Hanzhang, a young scholar from Qi State, gritted his teeth slightly and looked up at the sky with some unknown emotion.
Magical powers, qi and blood, dragon roars, and the sound of the piano spread, pressing towards Lu Jing.
Mysterious energy fills the sky.
The majestic energy and blood are almost earth-shattering.
Several people here wanted to let Lu Jing fall to the ground.
But at this moment, Lu Jing saw the black dragon's claws rushing in with lightning speed.
His right hand, which had always been on the grass-cutting knife, suddenly reached forward.
Just a moment!
The world-famous grass-cutting knife is unsheathed.
The Qi and blood of the Holding Sun are like waves, and a kind of martial arts spirit that is full of fire merges into Lu Jing's turbulent Qi and blood, and flows into the grass-cutting knife like water from a MiMi spring.
call……
The ordinary grass-chopping knife shines with a faint light.
Then it was displayed in an instant...
Rumble!
The heaven and earth are like thunder.
The spirit of holding the sun turned into a sharp sword light, which suddenly rose from Lu Jing's waist.
at the same time.
The power of the dragon has arrived, and the light of the dragon-slaying platform in the sky also falls on the grass-cutting knife.
Another overbearing spirit rose.
Lu Jing's body glowed with golden light, and his eyes opened and closed in this extremely brief moment.
The sword-wielding Lu Jing almost turned into an unparalleled overlord, with ruthless and sexless eyes, looking down on the world!
Overlord...the wrath!
The black dragon Ao Jiuyi's claws entered the land of 100 feet in Lu Jing.
The order of Dou Xingguan, the Dragon Slayer...
Even the Overlord's Fury Fate, which consumed all Lu Jing's Fate Energy, was triggered at this moment and merged into Lu Jing's sword light.
"Open the road to Shu with the title of the sun!"
Suddenly!
Gu Chenxiao, who had been staring closely at the black dragon's claws rushing towards Lu Jing, suddenly stiffened.
Qi Hanzhang, who had previously been wondering how Lu Jingqiang was so powerful but how he could kill Shenque, was stagnant.
Qi Beishan, Wang Beardong, Feng Zhihe, his expression suddenly changed.
But see you!
The sky is filled with sword light. The sword light seems to come from a god holding a sun and a sword in his hand, and it also seems to come from an overlord who is indifferent to the world.
This overlord god slays the dragon with a long sword in his hand!
Sonorous!
One knife out!
The dragon's power that originally swept towards Lu Jing like a wave, Qianlong's energy and blood suddenly collapsed.
The light of the sword slashed away the dragon's power, causing cracks in the energy and blood that filled the sky, and was cut out of the whirlpool.
Collapse, collapse, shatter!
"Can a first-level Yuan Xiang cut out such a sword light?"
Such thoughts flashed through Black Dragon Ao Jiuyi's mind.
Click, click!
The rushing sword light collided with his dragon claws.
Immediately afterwards, another sword light suddenly appeared and shone!
Suddenly, wind and rain began to rise in the sky, thunder struck, and the vast vitality crossed the void and landed directly on the black gold of the Immortal Slaughter around Lu Jing's waist.
The black gold of the Immortal Slayer is unsheathed!
Draw an extremely fine golden silk line.
The threads fly up like a tidal wave under the setting sun.
The tide suddenly approached, and in an instant it became fierce and turned into scorching suns.
In the scorching sun, sword peaks stand upright, as if there is sword energy rising from Bishan.
Those sword peaks seem to contain thousands of changes, and they also seem to carry the glory of Dongjun's sun, the majesty of thunder, and finally turn into a little cold light.
The light of the sword and the cold light of the sword suddenly came.
"The treasure held by the Dragon King in Dinghai actually..."
Qi Hanzhang opened his mouth wide.
He saw the black dragon with a body that was winding hundreds of feet being approached by the light of the sword.
Among them, the sword energy and sword light are as far-reaching and vast as the river and sea, echoing the distant view of Lu Jing who is still standing on the white clouds.
echo.
Then...everything is cut off!
The flying magical power was chopped into pieces by the sword light.
The flying sound of the piano was obscured by the sound of the whistling swords.
The smoke and dust of pen and ink were blown away by the wind and rain.
Even the white dragon froze due to the sharpness of the sword light...
Lu Jing, alone, temporarily stopped three people at the top of the Seventh Realm.
"The sword energy of Fuguang is integrated with the dragon-slaying platform, the five kinds of starlight, and coupled with Lu Jing's unreasonable sword spirit, the swordsmanship is so clear that it can reach this point!"
Qi Hanzhang's heart trembled. He vaguely sensed that there were countless eyes falling on this place from Taixuan Jing!
Lu Jing's sword strikes shocked Taixuan Jing.
Fight the enemy with sword light!
And the sword holding the sun shines brightly.
Dead as golden light and as bright as snow, the vitality and blood are immortal!
A flash of sword light cut through the sky.
In the sky, dragon's blood is spilled.
The energy and blood of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, who came with the treasure from the sea, was cut through by the light of the sword in an instant.
There was a little bit of blood oozing out from the black scales.
Roar!
A terrifying roar came.
Ao Jiuyi coiled up his dragon body and was cut back seven or eight miles by the light of the sword!
In the wind and rain.
Lu Jing, who had struck out the pinnacle of his sword, put the sword back into its sheath.
The long clothes on his body were fluttering, and the golden light in his eyes attracted the attention and attention of many people.
The black dragon retreated and landed on the snow-capped mountains in the distance.
He was bleeding profusely, and the emerald green dragon horns on the white bones of the dragon head behind him burst out with vitality, repairing his injuries.
For some reason, his eyes seemed to be blurred as he looked at Lu Jing and asked in a low voice: "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Lu Jing lowered his head and thought about the time for two or three breaths.
This sword was born out of Mr. Jiu's sword skills to open the way to Shu. It also contains the clear meaning of the sword in the grass-cutting knife, and the truth of heaven and earth in the dragon-cutting platform. It also embodies the power of the Overlord's Wrath destiny.
able.
"Since it is a sword-drawing technique, it is natural to use violence and hardness."
"Let's call him Bawang Dinghai."
Lu Jing thought like this in his heart, but did not reply to Ao Jiuyi who disappeared into the dark clouds again.
The wind whistled, blowing away the clouds.
It rained heavily and the air currents rose, making the valley below foggy.
"The Yuanshen monk of Qi State, the head of the Wang family, Wang Yangong, the Dragon King of the South China Sea, Fengzhuhe..."
Lu Jing whispered to himself, and then his eyes fell on the figure in black who was holding the sword tightly at his waist.
"The leader of the Sophora Clan, the prince of the Eastern Lady Kingdom..."
Smoke clouds filled the sky.
Those figures were floating and curling, and their eyes fell on Lu Jing one after another.
Lu Jing stood in the clouds, looking like a noble young prince serving the country, with a restrained aura and a calmness like a mountain.
"Since you are here to stop me and want Lu to land and walk through the path you have laid out, why are you standing still and refusing to step forward?"
Lu Jing spoke in a calm voice.
But the next moment, his voice suddenly sounded like thunder!
"Since you don't want to come forward, then I will come closer!"
Chi!
The black gold from the Immortal Slaughter fell on Lu Jing's shoulder.
Lu Jing was dressed in white, carrying the Black Gold of the Immortal Slaughter on his shoulder. His right hand fell on the handle of the sheathed grass-chopping knife, and he stepped forward.
Qi State's Qi Beishan sat cross-legged in the air, his hands resting on the Liuquan Guqin, with admiration in his eyes, but the Liuquan Changqin was waiting for an opportunity.
Fengzhuhe's voice was fluttering, but his energy was extremely vigilant.
Precisely because of the existence of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, the pressure faced by the dragons against Lu Jing was much stronger than that of the others.
Wang Yangong, who was dressed as a Confucian scholar, took a careful look at Lu Jing, but suddenly shook his head: "Mr. Lu Jing, the sword you made just now was so powerful that it consumed all your energy and blood.
It's enough to be proud of defeating the Dragon King of the East China Sea with one level of divine power, but... no matter how you try to cover it up, your current physical body is at the end of its strength and can no longer help."
While Wang Yangong was speaking, he was still watching Lu Jing's face closely, as if he wanted to see some clues from the subtle expressions on his face.
The scene seems to have become a little tense.
The prince of the Eastern Lady Kingdom, the head of the Sophora Clan, who was standing on the path, suddenly grinned.
A slight laugh broke the silence here.
He also walked forward slowly, shook his head and said: "Wang Gong, no matter whether he lives in the valley, you all can see that Lu Jing's physical body is at the end of his strength, but here are five monks at the peak of the Seventh Realm, but they only look at Lu Jing.
Jing Xiangqian, really...
Ridiculous!"
The leader of the Huai Gang had a soft tone and a divine light on his face, which made him extremely handsome, even compared to Lu Jing.
At this moment, he was walking with his sword, and the sky and earth suddenly surged with wind and clouds.
The long sword at his waist glowed purple, and the flying sword suddenly flew.
The blade of the three-foot long sword was stained with blood.
At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, and there was a pill furnace floating in his palm.
The edge of the sword below the waist is filled with purple lightning, and the elixir flames in the furnace are filled with smoke!
The blue smoke rose into the sky and turned into a Taoist sword cultivator holding a sword.
This prince of the Eastern Lady Kingdom actually cultivated a Taoist sword light and Taoist magical powers.
He walked step by step.
When the sound of the piano started playing again, Wang Yangong also took a stylus and drew an iron rope.
Iron ropes stretched across the sky, locking the void.
There is only one road left in the sky sealed by the iron chain, which is the road leading to the ground.
On the black gold of Lu Jing Tu Xian's sword, the sword energy is soaring and has the potential to shoot straight into the world.
Lu Jing saw the magical powers of the four powerful men, and his energy and blood began to flow again.
He took the initiative to explore, and the black gold of the Immortal Slaughter, shining with golden brilliance, fell into his hands.
On the black gold of Tu Xian, the sword energy like the blazing sun circulated, making countless people look at him with suspicion.
Mr. Guanqi, Mr. Jiu is standing under the Self-cultivation Tower and watching here.
"You don't have to worry. When Lu Jing cultivates his sword, he cultivates his own Qi and bones. If you don't hold the sword's Qi and bone, you won't be able to understand the right way and you won't be able to see the world.
He is not worthy of the word "Fu Guang"."
Mr. Guanqi folded his hands in his long sleeves, and he looked elegant: "This is also a good opportunity for Lu Jing. If he can overcome this difficulty and develop an invincible sword light, even if he is only at the fifth level of Zhaoxing,
, and enough for the immortals in the future to eat a pot."
Mr. Jiu frowned, shook his head and said, "Even if Lu Jing wants to break through the blockade of five seven-level peak experts and enter Taixuanjing alone, I'm afraid it's not that easy."
"Five? Where did the five come from?" Mr. Guanqi smiled and said in a low voice: "Besides, Lu Jing has three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers under his command, so he is not alone."
"Three hundred warriors riding tigers are as powerful as they are strong. That Shi Daiqing also has the cultivation of the seventh level of the gods. Maybe those people in front of Lu Jing are all the brightest people in the world.
Three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers cannot stop any of them."
Mr. Guanqi nodded first, then shook his head.
"Lu Jing always has some opportunities that even I can't see through. For example...even I don't know why his wisps of energy and blood can connect with the three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers and echo the battle formation."
"Responding to the battle formation?" Mr. Jiu suddenly turned his head: "Lu Jing and the three hundred tiger-mounted soldiers responded to the battle formation?"
"Moreover, there were clearly five people who came to stop Lu Jing..."
Mr. Jiu hasn't finished speaking yet.
But in the valley, a tiger roar suddenly spread.
Lu Jing had now reached the top of the valley.
Each of the four strong men has magical powers, and the mysterious power will be added to them.
Fengzhuhe transformed into a human form, holding a sword in his hand, and the light of the sword made waves.
At this moment...
Click!
Feng Zhuhe suddenly stopped and turned around to look, only to see the shadow of the white dragon behind him shatter into pieces.
A wounded black dragon's eyes were blurred, and it broke through the clouds and engulfed her.
call!
Howl!
Roar!
Three hundred soldiers riding tigers jumped into the battlefield at some unknown time.
"Sir..." Shi Daiqing saluted Lu Jing, and there was shock in his eyes.
He didn't know what the fate of [General Shanhe] was, let alone why Lord Lu Jing could integrate his energy and blood into their Yujing battle formation?
Lu Jing held his sword and looked around: "A strong enemy is blocking the road, which is just the right opportunity to nourish my sword's strength and soul!"