Chapter eight hundred and thirty fourth distraction
As soon as Master Sheng Yan saw Lu Zhengkang's posture, he immediately knew that Sheng Xuzi had absolutely no chance of winning. This man's swordsmanship could be said to be at the pinnacle, and he had already reached the height of the situation. As the saying goes, all heaven and earth are united in time.
To get in touch with this level, understanding, ability, and even mysterious destiny and luck all have an impact.
It doesn't mean that you can succeed if you work hard, some people just don't have this destiny.
Among the new generation of Qinglian Sword Sect, there are only four or five people with this level. Fu Daozi is certainly one of them, but Fu Daozi is a first-grade golden elixir.
Sheng Xuzi pursed his lips and said, "You are worthy of being the highest ranking member of the Kunlun Palace, a drunken swordsman, and a well-deserved reputation. I don't dare to rely on you. Facing an expert like you, I will go all out."
Lu Zhengkang's reaction was slow. He walked towards the sky outside the red building. Hearing the modest words of Sheng Xuzi, he just stopped, turned his head and looked back, nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand, "Please."
Heng Xuzi walked out along the road that Lu Zhengkang walked. Along the way, he could smell the clean and refreshing smell of alcohol with a hint of gold and iron minerals. He felt that his skin was extremely tight, and he clearly felt like he was drunk.
But why did he feel such terror? He vaguely heard the wine mist surging in his ears, and the friction between the wine and dewdrops produced a terrifying and extremely distant war cry, as if it was a sharp howl from a distant valley while he was half asleep.
This wine mist is the magic power of this disciple of Kunlun Palace. It is not among the five elements. It is very special. I heard that the Sixth Master of the Twenty-Fourth Generation of Kunlun Palace is a rare wine cultivator in the world. He has the power to turn the world upside down and obscure reality and illusion. It seems that
This person also received the true biography.
Sheng Xuzi silently took two steps to the side to avoid Lu Zhengkang's path.
The other sword immortals also naturally marched towards the white jade platform outside Red Tower. Although sword fighting is a common thing on weekdays, it is necessary to observe every game. Such a friendly exchange is actually nothing to see.
The best thing to watch is the kind of sword fight that involves life and death. Some people cannot make exquisite sword moves without seeing blood. With the threat of death, both sides of the sword fight will go all out.
Lu Zhengkang's figure disappeared more and more into the thick wine mist.
The sword fairies had to use their spiritual thoughts to sense his location, but they heard furious howls.
Countless tiny roars were elongated, stretched and distorted from high notes to low notes, muddy, countless tiny roars, like the sound of endless empty cicadas on a summer night.
Lu Zhengkang took out the Caiyunjian, rode a golden-red rainbow cloud, and suddenly flew several miles deep into the airspace, then turned around and waited for Heng Xuzi to greet him.
"The Qinglian Sword Sect scales Xuzi and carries the sword Snow Flute with him. It's polite."
Lu Zhengkang also displayed the Red Jiao. The two of them were three miles apart. In each other's field of vision, they were just like a speck of dust. Therefore, they locked each other's position based on their Qi.
Zheng Xuzi felt that Lu Zhengkang was covered in human aura and was disturbed by strong illusions. He was unconsciously distracted and his eyes were out of focus, but he thought he was staring at him.
Lu Zhengkang swung out the red dragon, and the bright red sword flashed across the sky. The boundless spiritual energy gathered in the sword energy. As the sword power expanded, the sword energy also expanded endlessly.
Heng Xuzi shook violently and broke into a cold sweat on his back. At this moment, the sword light of the red dragon was only three feet away from him. If he hesitated to wake up, he would have to pay the debt on the spot.
This was the result of Lu Zhengkang's reservation. Otherwise, with the sword energy turning into a rainbow, it would have been difficult for Heng Xuzi to resist even if he was fully focused, not to mention that Heng Xuzi was distracted.
At the critical moment, Sheng Xuzi held the frost-white snow flute sword in his hand and swung it forward. The majestic magic power of the golden elixir stage was a qualitative leap. With this sword, Xue Chao's cold Geng Jin sword energy was compared to the red jade dragon.
The sword energy that has been accumulated for a long time is updated
Powerful. Two unruly swords struck each other. In the crisp clang sound, there was the roar of red dragons and the leisurely rhyme of bamboo. The wind and clouds stirred up each other. Brilliant lightning burst out in the sky, like a big ladle of thunder and water, flashing in all directions.
Went.
The scarlet dragon glowed with red light and emitted a strong mist of wine. The endless roar in Zheng Xuzi's ears then intensified. He turned his magic power sharply to calm his mind. In this moment of distraction, a faint tingling chill came from his waist and abdomen.
Zheng Xuzi hurriedly burst out his true energy, and the mana pulsed out from the surface of his body, turning into a body-protecting true aura. The next moment, the sword energy cut through the aura and emitted an extremely harsh cry.
Jindan Zhenren had strong magic power, and the red dragon sword was as bright as silk, but it cut through the powerful energy with just one breath. Heng Xuzi slashed the snow flute sword down again, but it only cut through the afterimage of the red dragon sword.
Sheng Xuzi couldn't help but scream in his heart, but a red fire was already igniting in his neck, and the bright red sword was placed on his shoulder blade, and he could cut off his big head with just one move.
The deacon disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect was frozen and frightened. He reluctantly turned his head and looked at Red Tower. Master Sheng Yan on the white jade platform shook his head helplessly.
The red dragon trembled slightly and suddenly turned into a rainbow and flew back to Lu Zhengkang's hand.
After the two clicked, they returned to Chilou together, and Lu Zhengkang's consciousness had basically been transferred back to the outsider's body.
He was wearing a fluttering red Taoist robe, with the scarlet dragon hiding in his sleeves. He was quiet and relaxed. When he returned to Chilou, he attracted quite a lot of attention. At the Kunlun Dharma Assembly, there were many senior sword immortals and even powerful souls. These masters usually did not
Walking around, most of them sit in the Cloud Tower. Those who come to the Red Tower just silently observe the swordsmanship at the sword monument, only paying a little attention to the sword fighting of the juniors.
This time, Lu Zhengkang's swordsmanship is quite surprising, and it can be said that it is unique in the entire world of practice.
Heng Xuzi apologized to Master Sheng Yan.
"If you can't beat them, there's nothing you can do about it. You're already very good, but they're just better. Don't be discouraged." Master Sheng Yan apologized and caressed Heng Xuzi's head, ruffling his meticulous bun.
Sheng Xuzi nodded in embarrassment and retreated back among his fellow apprentices.
A white-haired old swordsman walked up to Lu Zhengkang and said, "This fellow Taoist."
Lu Zhengkang stared at him blankly, not answering, and even tightened the wine jar in his arms, like a child carrying a baggage while going to the market.
Qing Ningzi whispered, "You are actually saying hello to my seniors."
"Senior." Lu Zhengkang whispered.
The white-haired swordsman squinted his eyes and said, "My fellow Taoist, my mind is distracted and I have no thoughts. Is this your swordsmanship? It's really eye-opening. With wine as a medium, the energy of the world of mortals is transformed into one body. Since ancient times, the mortal world has been thousands of feet high. A true immortal
It's hard to be free and easy when you're in a trap, aren't you afraid that your true spirit will perish?"
Qing Ningzi pursed her lips and looked at her master, Sheng Yan, inquiringly. The Master of the Spring Equinox Mountain also frowned slightly and looked at his disciple. The meaning in his eyes was probably not optimistic.
All of a sudden, all the people in the red building gathered around him. They all looked like old scholars and doctors with many years of experience, commenting on Lu Zhengkang.
Qing Ningzi couldn't stand Lu Zhengkang's gossip, so she stepped forward and pulled Lu Zhengkang behind her, and looked around. With her behavior, others had no choice but to silence her.
After confessing to the master, Qing Ningzi took Lu Zhengkang and left from the red building. The little demon flying squirrel jumped onto the lid of the wine jar and curled up into a ball in the broken mud seal.
Lu Zhengkang's eyes suddenly became clear, and when he met Qing Ningzi's worried eyes, he just blinked and smiled softly.
