As Lu Sheng approached, the group became agitated. The strong man in the lead gripped the hammer tightly, his eyes bloodshot, as if he might hit them with the hammer at any time.
"Quiet!" Uncle Wang next to him snorted coldly, and seven or eight disciples around him took a step forward at the same time, forming a small sword formation with a formidable momentum.
Although the Black Snake Cult members were larger in number, they were forced to choke slightly at this time, and their voices slowly became quieter.
Only then did Lu Sheng have the opportunity to ask questions.
"What are you here for? Do I know you?" He looked confused.
"Still pretending!" The strong man in the lead sneered, "Why didn't you pretend when you plotted against Senior Brother Chi Lian? Now you are pretending when you see us coming to your door? How shameless!"
Lu Sheng's expression calmed down and he glanced at the strong man. "Chi Lian? Zen Master Chi Lian? Am I plotting against him?"
"You're still pretending!? Senior brother was plotted by you halfway. Fortunately, we found the blood letter left by senior brother on the way! Otherwise, it won't be possible to find out for how long, but it is you Chen Ziluo who is behind it!?"
"Then tell me, why did I plot against him?" Although he didn't know where the word "blood" came from, Lu Sheng didn't have the time to play detective games with a few people from the Black Snake Cult.
"Me!!" The man was stunned for a moment.
"Then are you sure you clearly see what the blood words are?" Lu Sheng asked again.
"It's a Chen word!" Several people in the Black Snake Sect know this very well.
"If it's Chen, it must be me? Could it be someone else?" Lu Sheng said casually.
"Senior brother, you are the only one who has become enemies with your surname Chen recently. If not you, who else could it be?" The man was immediately ready to explode again.
"Your senior brother Chi Lian is an evil person. He kills people and destroys his family. If I kill him, I still have a great contribution to the family. I have nothing to do to deny this benefit. Is there something wrong with your brains?" Lu Sheng asked again.
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These people suddenly became quieter. Thinking about it, it was really true.
From Chen Ziluo's point of view, if he really killed someone, he would definitely not deny it. On the contrary, this would be a record that would increase his reputation.
"Go back and think about it carefully." Lu Sheng said nothing and went back lazily.
He also saw that these people were just here to test and bluff him.
Uncle Wang on the side was about to stop Lu Sheng for questioning. Seeing his few words, he calmed down the group of evil people and nodded approvingly.
Although there is no coexistence between good and evil, no one is willing to work hard all day long. As long as there is no conflict of interest, everyone usually values peace.
Finish this matter.
Lu Sheng returned to reading books and practicing swordplay every day.
Creak, creak.
The surface of the lake sparkled, and the moonlight continued to shatter into large amounts of fragments on the water.
On a black boat, a middle-aged scribe, covered in black, holding a feather fan and wearing a black feather crown, was standing tall and looking at the town lights on the shore from a distance.
The whole body of the building boat was turbulent with the lake water from time to time, making occasional creaking sounds.
"Some people and some things are always more difficult to live a comprehensive life than this." The scribe sighed softly and shook the feather fan in his hand. However, he felt that the wind was a little cold, so he stopped again.
"Hey, why do you want so much?" On the other side of the ship, there was another strong man wearing black armor and a ponytail. He was holding a wine jar and leaning against the wooden railing. He raised his head and drank hard.
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"It would be really boring if everything was done too perfectly."
The scribe smiled.
"The leader is quite reasonable."
"It's not unreasonable to think about it. It's been more than thirty years since you and I came to this world, but so what? After searching for so many years, I still found nothing. Instead of wasting time all day long, it is better to enjoy life." The man said casually.
"It's difficult," the scribe sighed leisurely. He practiced Qing Tan Xuan Gong hard for thirty years, went through many hardships and dangers, and finally achieved great success.
But what if he becomes the leader of the evil spirit sect, the number one evil sect in the world?
This world is too restrictive, and you can't even develop magical powers such as flying to the sky and escaping from the earth. You have reached your limit after practicing to this level.
The leader of the Blood Killing Cult next to him, like him, is also a demon whose soul has descended here. He has practiced Xuan Gong for more than thirty years and finally reached the peak of the martial arts in this world.
The two of them had made an appointment to come here together, but they didn't expect that they had stayed here for thirty years and still hadn't found their target.
"Look for another ten years. If it still doesn't happen, let's go back." The scribe said calmly.
"Whatever." The leader of Blood Killing said lazily.
Although the two of them are almost invincible, they can't find their target and everything is meaningless.
"Calculating the time, that one is about to start." The middle-aged scribe murmured in a low voice. "In this case, how about we simply move forward a little earlier?"
"As long as he agrees." The leader of the Blood Killing Cult still looked unconcerned.
After all, that one is truly close to being invincible in the world. Although the two of them are strong, they are still slightly inferior.
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dong dong
The heavy sound of the bell slowly spread.
At the foot of Dongshan Mountain, the leaders of the Seven Mountains Martial Alliance each unfurled the banner of their own sect and got on the carriage that had been arranged.
Li Yulan, the leader of Yeshan Sword Sect, cupped his fists and raised his hands to Yi Chuan, the leader of Dongshan.
"Then Leader Yi, I, the Yeshan Sect, will resign today."
Yi Chuan had a smile on his face. This time he successfully defended his position as leader of the alliance, which was naturally inseparable from the support of one of the Yeshan faction.
"Be careful along the way, and ask Feige to send a message when you arrive."
"must!"
Li Yulan nodded.
Everyone from the Yeshan faction got on four large carriages, and the convoy slowly moved towards the distance under the sound of the coachman's whip.
Yi Chuan watched the convoy leave from a distance, and a subordinate quickly came up behind him and reported quietly to his side.
"Leader, the Blood Spear Sect is leaving too."
"Yes, I'll go right away." Yi Chuan nodded. He once again looked at the Yeshan Sword Sect's convoy from a distance, then turned and walked towards the Dongshan Mountain Road behind.
Yesterday we saw off the Donggui Sect and Sanding Sect, and today we saw off the Yeshan Sword Sect and the Blood Spear Sect. Together with the Jiuning Sword Sect and the Huansha Sword Sect who left first at the beginning, the Seven Mountains Martial Alliance is almost finished.
"There is just a rumor, I don't know whether to tell it or not?" The subordinate suddenly hesitated to speak.
"What rumors? Tell me." Yi Chuan stopped and frowned slightly. He knew that his confidant had always been steady, and with his behavior today, something big might have happened.
The confidant man paused and said slowly.
"In recent days, there have been rumors in the world that someone saw Zhao Wuji, the Kunpeng Sword King who has been missing for many years, in the Dead Crow Forest."
"Kunpeng Sword King Zhao Wuji??!" Yi Chuan's eyes narrowed.
In the past ten years or so, the four sects of the righteous path have taken advantage of the weakness of the evil path and suppressed its power. Their living space has been compressed to an extreme level.
The evil way can only be developed in frontiers and foreign countries. In today's martial arts world, it is just a rat in the dark.
This Kunpeng Sword King Zhao Wuji was a top-level master in the evil way many years ago. He disappeared for many years, and now he is suddenly born, which may cause trouble in his life again.
It is not that Yichuan is unfounded, but that the Kunpeng Sect, who was born as the Kunpeng Sword King in the evil way, was destroyed by Emei and the Qishan Martial Alliance five years ago.
And Zhao Wuji was still missing at that time. If not for this, Emei and the Qishan Martial Alliance would not have been able to solve the Kunpeng Sect so easily.
"Whether it's true or not, immediately send a message to the other six mountains as a warning," Yi Chuan warned.
"yes!"
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Chi!
A flash of silver light continued to dance around Lu Sheng like an electric snake.
The long sword seemed to be alive, constantly flying and jumping in his hand. Fallen leaves were flying, but none of them could come within three feet of him.
A large number of leaves were continuously driven by the invisible airflow and fell beside it, forming circles one after another.
"Skylark Chongling!"
Lu Sheng thrust his sword forward suddenly. Lu Sheng's wrist shook continuously, and the muscles in his body gathered together and poured a huge force into the hilt of the sword in his hand.
Wow!!
The sword light split into shadows in an instant, and seemed to turn into more than ten silver larks, stabbing forward from more than ten angles.
Poof!
The split shadows of the sword blade instantly merged into one and stabbed accurately into the trunk of the locust tree.
Everything changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness.
Lu Sheng frowned.
"Is this the limit?" It took more than two months to practice to the limit, which is a bit slow.
The world is too restrictive. Just relying on the physical body and skills, in fact, there are limits to the capabilities that the human body can exert.
This limit exists in many worlds. It may be affected by the innate factors of different people's bodies, resulting in different levels, but the difference will never be too big.
Because this is the limit of the flesh and blood gene itself.
"The limit is the limit, anyway, I have more spiritual power.
The foundation is basically laid, the swordsmanship realm, and the body’s memory are also solid. It’s almost time to start the deduction.”
He drew his sword.
Although he has no internal skills or anything like that, the thirteenth-level Skylark Flower Ling Sword has allowed him to perfectly master every skill of this swordsmanship.
This body has been strengthened to the extreme in order to be able to exert the perfect power of the thirteenth level of swordsmanship.
Especially the arms, wrists, and the waist and back of the legs, the explosive power and precision in a moment are simply terrifying.
Chi!
Lu Sheng made a light stroke, and as the sword blade trembled, it seemed as if tiny skylarks were dancing and dancing around the blade.
"Even if there is no internal force, there is still qi and blood. Let's just deduce it in the direction of qi and blood." Anyway, after analyzing the rules during this period, his earth energy has some nourishing ability. But because the restriction is too big, it still can't be used.
come out.
"Dark blue."
The light blue box pops up instantly.
Lu Sheng looked at it intently.
'Skylark Flower Feather Sword: Thirteenth level, (Characteristics: strength enhanced by thirteen levels, speed enhanced by thirteen levels, explosive power enhanced by thirteen levels. Additional abilities: light body, split shadow.)'
Lu Sheng clicked the modify button with ease, and then found the deducible button behind the Skylark Feathered Sword box.
"Deducing the first level of Skylark Flower Feather Sword."
He slowly clicked the deduction button.
Swish.
The box suddenly blurred, as if there were countless digital traces and black shadows flashing rapidly on it.
Lu Sheng soon felt a unit of spiritual power spread rapidly in his chest, and penetrated into his whole body and internal organs.
Soon, the frame became clear. He quickly looked at it.