Eight hundred and fortieth chapters love each other?
Lu Zhengkang still remembered that the first time he fought with Qing Ningzi, she lost so quickly that she had no time to struggle.
The red light of the red dragon disappears into the shadow of the five mountains, like a golden river rolling back the mountains.
That was when he took advantage of others' danger. Qing Ningzi believed him very much at that time. They walked in Yuelun Mountain. The broken world after the flash flood had a unique cruel beauty, as if nature was a tearful woman with a face as cold as frost.
The sky is gray in the eternal night, the earth is blue, the air is chilling, the wind begins to increase, blowing the clouds into ripples, Lu Zhengkang's figure suddenly disappears in the dim skylight, Qingning
Zi was startled, she pursed her lips, and activated the sword light even more. In an instant, the bright light of the five colors of the five mountains shone in all directions, annihilating all the unlucky blue tones of the eternal night.
Now it seems that Qing Zhenren's sword skills have greatly improved. The sword light is clear and clear. The sword can move back within the sword circle at an extremely fast speed, protecting her tightly.
The red dragon hovered around Qing Ningzi in a circle of fire.
In the phantom of the Five Mountains mountains and rivers, I don’t know when there was a lot of mist, and the mountains were rolling, like the water mist evaporated by the firelight of the red dragon. The mountains were wrapped in mist, and the body of the Five Mountains Sword appeared in mid-air. Qing Ningzi’s
All the mana was dissipated in the mist.
The red dragon suddenly flashed and stabbed at Qing Ningzi. She used the Huashan Sword to fight back. Both swords were handleless, sparks bursting out in the air like Pisces. The five elements of the Huashan Sword are gold and were made by the red dragon.
, she was defeated before she could make a move, Qing Ningzi summoned the Beiyue Hengshan Sword to use water to defeat fire, but before she could react, Lu Zhengkang had already put his hand on her shoulder from behind.
"Qing Ning'er, you lose."
"There is no conclusion yet." Qing Ningzi smiled, and his whole body suddenly burst into flames. It was actually a means of cultivating his body and becoming Qi. He threw his body into the Hansong Sword, and there was no trace of it again.
Once a sword cultivator masters the method of refining the body and becoming Qi, there is no flaw to speak of. The only drawback is that this method consumes too much mana. Only the powerful soul can use it familiarly. Even a first-grade golden elixir monk is only barely qualified.
Just practice.
Qing Ningzi is very talented in Qi training. Even Fu Daozi could not cultivate his body into Qi. Lu Zhengkang is not surprised that Qing Ningzi can reach this level.
He stood in mid-air, stepping on a rainbow cloud. The red dragon retracted and turned into a circle of swords to protect his body. The hazy wine mist still spread along with his energy veins.
Wuyue Xingzhancheng's lightsaber pressed down on Lu Zhengkang's head along with Han Song. The sword energy transformed into shape. Thousands of hectares of heavy objects fell rapidly. The air was compressed into frosted glass and attached to the bottom of the sword mountain. The fierce friction gave off firelight.
Falling like a meteor.
With such a sword, ordinary mountains will be leveled.
Lu Zhengkang stood still, but Jianshan rolled him over in an instant. His body turned into a pool of blood and mud, and fell all the way down.
In the Red Tower, the sword cultivators who were not yet in the realm all exclaimed.
The sword immortals in the Yuan Shen stage were only slightly surprised. Xue Hongzi smiled and asked the bearded monk beside him, "Am I, a disciple, qualified to carve a sword monument?"
"...If you say yes, then yes!" Yong Lianyi was indignant.
Qing Ningzi spread out the swords and withdrew his magic power. After the sword mountain disappeared, the air returned and vibrated, emitting a series of thunders.
The Hansong Sword carried Qing Ningzi's Qihong body and wandered back. There was no figure of Lu Zhengkang around.
She flew out of the sword and condensed it into shape. She still stepped on the cold pine sword and looked around, but there was still no trace of him.
In the chaotic blue sky and earth, the outlines of everything are blurred. The previously explosive sound in the air spread far to the end of the sky. Now there is only a low reverberation. Everything is as quiet as if there is no life. On the earth, there are green fireflies.
Floating silently by the water, the flickering light has no distance, as if it is in front of you or at the bottom of the leaves.
"Alu! Don't scare me!"
The soft chant of the red dragon came from the sky, and Lu Zhengkang also made a stream of smoke, which flew out from the sword and condensed into shape.
Qing Ningzi was surprised, "You transformed into Qi, and you..."
"This isn't really a problem."
"But just now, I really thought you died under my sword. It felt so real."
"What died was just a wave." Lu Zhengkang put the red dragon away, "the sea water can still make waves."
Qing Ningzi murmured, "With such skills, your moral skills are no longer on the sword. You can go to Youxu to fight with others."
"It's not too late to admit defeat now." Lu Zhengkang took out the flying sword again.
"You are a pill-forming monk who has fought three times in a row. Do you still have enough magic power?" Qing Ningzi smiled. She was waiting for the opportunity to regain her breath. However, at the time of eternal night, the vitality of the world was at a low ebb, so she felt a little embarrassed for a while.
Lu Zhengkang's mana replenishment relies on the qi of the mortal world, and he draws the qi from the Wutong world through his Heavenly Seal of Transformation. Although the nature of his mana is relatively illusory and weak, the speed of recuperating the qi is the best in the world, and the air is often not squandered.
The sea is full again.
"You don't have to worry about this." Lu Zhengkang smiled, "It's time to show you my swordsmanship."
The next moment, his figure disappeared, and the red dragon began to turn red violently, and a brilliant light burst out, like a golden sun hanging in the sky. Different from the clear brilliance of Wuyue Cheng's lightsaber, the sword light of the red dragon was crazy.
The scary thing is that it blinds people and deprives them of all color.
The color only left a bright red light. In the strong light, the surging sword energy expanded extremely, making a series of dragon roars. The sword energy transformed into shape, and thousands of red dragons leaped in the dazzling light. They were the only ones.
Furious roars, but no silhouette of the body.
Qing Ningzi only had time to block the Wuyue Sword in front of her. The next moment, the sword energy like a heavy rainstorm hit the sword ring. Her mana was drained out at once. The golden core trembled rapidly, the body-protecting energy burst, and her neck
In the meantime, blazing swords were flying around, and the shouting was non-stop.
"..." She just remained silent and put her sword back into the box.
Lu Zhengkang recalled the red dragon. The bright light was like mist, and it took a few seconds to completely dissipate.
"What's this move called?" Qing Ningzi couldn't help but ask.
Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "This move is called the sword energy of the alchemy monk."
"You always say that you never lose. It's me who loses."
"Let's go back to Chilou. This time, no one should object to the name of the new sword." Lu Zhengkang summoned Caiyun and took Qing Ningzi back with him. As he said, when he showed the sword to everyone again
When I asked "I would like to ask for advice", no one came forward anymore.
In this way, Lu Zhengkang stood next to the uncle and gave up the place. After a while, the sword fight continued. Lu Zhengkang secretly walked to Qing Ningzi, watching others fight swords, and fighting with himself. He felt that it was definitely not good.
Same.
Qing Ningzi saw that Lu Zhengkang was a little distracted, so he asked, "Are you thinking about the monk from Cangxiao Mountain just now?"
"No." Lu Zhengkang blinked, this was the truth.
"real?"
"Yeah. Before that monk died, he said some things, and my Scarlet Jiao just told me."
Qing Ningzi was stunned for a moment. She looked around briefly. No one was paying attention to their corner. "Alu, wait here while I go find my master." After that, she hurried away.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, not caring about any conspiracy or not.