The drunkard swordsman has a very famous reputation.
The one who dared to fight directly was naturally a real Jin Dan.
The red tower bell rang three times.
"A monk from the Zixiao Sect respects Shaoyang, has a sword that shines brightly, and is polite."
Lu Zhengkang saw that this Zixiao Sect monk was dressed in purple robes, and his magic power was also glowing purple. He looked like a purple-skinned eggplant with fluorescent lights. However, his sword was blue, like the setting sun against the sparse night sky.
The light, when he swung his sword energy, was like splashing ink, and a large blue cloud whizzed over.
The red dragon rushed into the clouds so fast that it was like a beam of light from the sky, suddenly rushing from the east side of the East China Sea to the west side of the West Sea.
Chong Shaoyang has long known about the swordsman across from him, and he is not a vegetarian. After all, he is also a second-grade golden elixir. If not for the unfavorable weather, he is also a first-grade root weapon. He also has his own considerations for the understanding of swordsmanship.
Chong Shaoyang pinched his sword finger and used a secret sword technique: Dongxia Zengyun.
The dense blue sword energy surged like a thick colloid, and huge bubbles exploded at the edges. The sword energy continued to stir and spread, like the stamens of a flower unfolding layer by layer, getting faster and faster.
It is getting bigger and bigger, expanding in all directions.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is constantly flowing into this strong blue sword cloud. This is the sword technique and sword power.
The red dragon darted left and right in the clouds, but was eventually slowed down by the boundless sword energy.
With this move, Dongxia Zeng Yun and Chong Shaoyang were respectfully called: Master Yunzhong by fellow practitioners in the world. He is famous throughout the southeastern spiritual world.
Lu Zhengkang watched the sword cloud coming toward him without panicking. The red dragon in the cloud suddenly disappeared, as if it had never left his sleeve. He raised his hand, and another sword light burst out in mid-air.
Thousands of auspicious colors, pouring rain, and heavy rain pierced the sword cloud with holes.
By the time Lu Zhengkang defeated his opponent's sword skills, Chong Shaoyang had already disappeared, and even his Qi machine had lost its location.
In the diagonal stab, a blue sword light suddenly lit up, piercing Lu Zhengkang.
In the red building, Qing Ningzi clenched her fists and was about to get up. Master Sheng Yan raised his hand and praised, "What a brilliant phantom body."
Lu Zhengkang was impaled, with blood dripping all over his body and his breath was dying. Chong Shaoyang's figure jumped out from the cloud of swords in the sky, stood behind Lu Zhengkang, and whispered: "A drunken swordsman, nothing more than that."
Then, he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder, and his whole body froze.
The Lu Zhengkang in front of him was obviously real, and even his energy... suddenly disappeared, and the real Lu Zhengkang appeared behind Chong Shaoyang, "Good friend, you are nothing more than that."
Chong Shaoyang pursed his lips and refused to admit defeat. He raised his sword finger, turned around and stabbed violently. The sword finger penetrated through the sea of Qi from Lu Zhengkang's body. Chong Shaoyang could feel the touch of the opponent's mana flowing through his fingertips.
This time it's real!
Then, he was put on his shoulder again, "Second time."
"...Dao Youyou's powerful illusion." He mocked Lu Zhengkang's extra-ordinary move. Before he finished speaking, the palm placed on his shoulder suddenly burst out with a burst of flames, but the red dragon couldn't bear the humiliation of its master.
I need a sword to chop down this purple-skinned eggplant.
The real Lu Zhengkang stepped out from the phantom of numerous sword lights, "Fellow Taoist's sword skills are eye-opening."
Chong Shaoyang's face was as red as the morning sun, "But it's Chong who has done something wrong and is a poor man who has given up."
Lu Zhengkang took back the red dragon, and Chong Shaoyang also put Luo Hui into its sheath. The two humbly gave in and returned to Chilou together.
Huanxin Sword Jiu Chenzi continued to show the sword to his colleagues, "Kunlun Palace Lu Zhengkang, I am willing to learn from you."
At this moment, everyone has to weigh it up.
Lu Zhengkang invited him to fight again, but remained silent.
If he does it again, then this time Chilou's renewed sword will belong to him, Jiu Chenzi.
Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward, a white-haired old man suddenly stood up, but he was the mountain master of the Bodhisattva Mountain. Previously, a Dan Jie sword cultivator was cut down by Lu Zhengkang's sword, and a grudge was formed at that time.
"Yan Hechun, Yan Hechun, sword weapon, Yellow Dragonfly, you are polite." The man's eyes were cold, "This time, I will compete with fellow Taoists, and it will also be a matter of life and death!"
Everyone in Chilou seemed to sigh in unison, so much so that after the muffled sighs, the air became three points warmer. Some of them were regrets, some were comfort and joy. Once you see blood, you will see something.
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Lu Zhengkang nodded, "It's a matter of life and death."
They soared into the clouds and each stood while the red tower bell rang four times.
At this time, another dragon roar came from the east, and the sky suddenly darkened, and the sun disappeared. The world seemed to have fallen into a gloomy evening, and everything was covered with a layer of gray-blue mute reflection. Everyone looked at each other, feeling surprised.
, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly fell into a low ebb, yin and yang were out of order, day and night were dim, and this was eternal night.
No matter what the situation is, the sword fight cannot be delayed.
Lu Zhengkang sent a message to Yan Hechun, "The visions of heaven and earth will leave their names in history. You and I are fighting swords at this time. No matter who lives or dies, we are all blessed."
Yan Hechun looked moved and happy, and whispered, "Who says it's not true?" He waved his sword.
The red dragon made a clanking sound, and for a moment, a ray of light suddenly shone. In the blue sky of the eternal night, it was like the bright headlights of a train running at night, roaring, and even the wind could not catch up. The same light, only
Seeing the red light of kumquat circle around Yan Hechun's neck, the next moment, a head flew up.
The Lord of the Mountain Jiaoxiao opened his eyes wide and moved his lips. The Red Jiaojiao could clearly see what he was saying: Qinglian Sword Sect, Winter Solstice Peak, conspiring...
The blazing sword energy surged and chopped his golden elixir into pieces. The explosive spiritual energy was like a hollow cloud. The shock wave went in all directions. Yan Hechun's sword energy, the yellow dragonfly, screamed mournfully and cut itself off with a clang.
After passing by, the broken sword fell into the vast Kunlun Mountains along with the corpse.
One bell rings and all grudges are cleared.
Heaven and earth have buried so many people since ancient times, but now there is just one more lonely soul.
Lu Zhengkang collected the red dragons and looked at the sky. Such a dim color made people feel uneasy. Without the sun, it would be difficult for plants to grow. If the eternal night lasted for too long, there would be famine everywhere in the world.
He returned to Chilou and continued to present the sword to everyone, "I would like to ask for advice."
Qing Ningzi emerged from the crowd.
Lu Zhengkang looked at her, just looking at her, never looking away. In the eternal night, Qing Ningzi's expression was calm, without sadness or joy, just like a cold star in the sky, so bright that she admired herself.
"The Qinglian Sword Sect, Qing Ningzi, holds the sword, the Five Mountains Xingzhan Cheng Light Sword, that's polite."
"Qing Ning'er, please."
Qing Ningzi walked past him, and Lu Zhengkang saw that under her pure-colored robe, her aqua-blue shoes were like a blue butterfly walking on a pond under the moon.
The red tower bell rang three times.
The sword box unfolded behind Qing Ningzi and jumped out of the majestic mountains in the five directions.
The red dragon flies out of Lu Zhengkang's sleeve, and he leaps outstandingly over the clouds at the western extreme.