So majestic, these five words passed clearly into Lu Hu's ears. The storm at the scene calmed down instantly, and he had sat back in the seat in the middle of the lobby.
His mood had calmed down again, and his eyes fell on the door of the inn. A young man was holding a little girl in his hand, with an indifferent expression on his face, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Sun Xu!" Lu Hu's two words seemed to be dug out of the ice, causing the temperature within a radius of four to five miles to begin to drop sharply.
As these two words came out, the murderous aura that had been accumulated in his body for so long suddenly spurted out, and a coquettish blood mist flashed away in the night.
There were several people on the spot who fainted immediately. Even the strong ones couldn't bear it.
Ever since he learned the news of his son's murder, Lu Hu had been accumulating murderous intent. At this moment, he finally burst out completely. It was indeed a big deal.
Sun Xu's face also turned cold. He stretched out his hand to pull Xiaoxiao behind him, and used his other hand to perform more than a dozen moves. Silver runes piled up in front of him, forming a milky white mist.
In the first confrontation between the two sides, Lu Hu did not take advantage at all, and even seemed to be at a disadvantage. After all, he was the one who took the initiative.
"It's Sun!" Sun Xu was still standing steadily at the door of the inn, walking inside while talking.
"You are indeed brave. You killed my beloved son and dared to come back. I will give you the whole body today!" As Lu Hu spoke, his body had transformed into dozens of figures, surrounding Sun Xu from all directions.
Sun Xu continuously dodged for more than ten miles and stopped outside Zhanshe Town. He did not want to disturb his master's practice, nor did he want to destroy the Donglai Inn.
As a monk in the Mahayana stage, Lu Hu was shocked by Sun Xu's movement, but he did not stop and followed him like a maggot attached to his bones, never leaving.
Seeing Sun Xu stop, he did not stop. His figure was still unpredictable, and his figure was like a ghost, coming from all directions: "You have chosen the cemetery by yourself so quickly?"
"The cemetery is correct, but you are the owner!" Sun Xu's voice was cold, but there was no hint of anger. The onlookers a few miles away could only hear a deep indifference.
It seemed that the Lu Hu in front of him was not a strong man in the Mahayana stage, but a wild dog.
Although this boy's strength is good, he looks far inferior to Lu Hu. Who gave him the courage? In front of a strong man in the Mahayana stage, he was so indifferent and even a little contemptuous.
How could they know that this was just Sun Xu's normal attitude? In his previous life, he was the Immortal Emperor, and the Mahayana monks could not even see him.
Even now Sun Xu, after having the Shifang Shengjian, it is only a certainty to take down Lu Hu, and he does not even need to waste his own blood and essence like he did when he killed Lu Qiuze some time ago.
It’s a long story, but it’s just a matter of lightning and flint. Although Lu Hu was facing a fused monk, he knew that this kid was a little weird, and he would have a sure move once he made a move.
Dozens of phantoms, as if they were all real clones, all shot towards Sun Xu. The sword energy, like half the brilliance of the bright moon, surrounded Sun Xu from all directions.
"Awesome!" Some people among the onlookers couldn't help but exclaimed.
"This is the unique phantom sword technique of the Cangming Sect. Only masters above the Mahayana stage can perform it!"
"It's true. The reality and the false are like ghosts, making it difficult for people to figure out the truth and falsehood!"
"I'm afraid this kid can't even dodge this move!"
The chatter in his ears was like passing by to Sun Xu. Lu Hu's strength seemed quite astonishing, but only to the monks in Linhai City.
In Sun Xu's opinion, it was just a small skill and not worth mentioning.
As long as the spiritual consciousness cultivation level is strong, this kind of move will not have the slightest effect. Moreover, Sun Xu's spiritual consciousness cultivation level, let alone Lu Hu, the entire Cangming Sect combined cannot compare with him.
A hand slowly lifted up, and a huge palm appeared in the sky above Sun Xu's head. Boundless sadness and desolation began to spread in the night.
You can vaguely see that in the palm of that giant palm, there seems to be a projection of another world.
The dozens of phantoms created by Lu Hu turned into nothingness the moment they were taken down by the giant palm, leaving only the main body, waving a long sword with a stern expression.
A shadow of a sword hundreds of meters long seemed like a mountain peak falling down, and the entire space was fluctuating.
Behind this sword shadow, there were layers of sword shadows, which came down in waves. Sun Xu's Desolate Heaven Palm was not strong enough to resist this attack for the time being, and was directly broken.
With a flash of his body, his consciousness had locked onto Lu Hu's true form, and he snorted coldly: "Get up!"
With both hands performing more than a dozen hand moves in a row, runes fell on the ten square sword boxes one by one. Ten swords appeared in the air in an instant, locking Lu Hu in the center.
The ten-directional sword array was spread out, like a blooming sword lotus, and the entire space was completely enveloped by the terrifying sword intent.
Even the monks who were watching four or five miles away felt as if their skin was being stabbed by a sword, and they hurriedly dodged away.
In a battle of this level, if you get involved at all, you will definitely die.
Ling Donglai and others who were originally worried about Sun Xu were now completely relieved, thinking that Sun Xu had defeated two Fusion Stage monks with his Nascent Soul Stage cultivation.
So it seems that it is not so unacceptable to defeat a Mahayana monk with his cultivation level in the Integrated Stage.
On the top of Donglai Inn, Qi Jiuchong, who had just woken up from meditation, was silently watching the battle. His disciple actually used this weird sword formation to suppress a Mahayana monk.
He had been in seclusion for just over twenty days, but he had traveled all the way from Nascent Soul to the late stage of integration. It seemed that during his time in seclusion, this kid had a very exciting life.
Whether it is the palm technique with great potential or the strange sword formation now, Qi Jiuzhong has never seen it before, so there is a high possibility that it was created by the disciple himself.
Qi Jiuzhong is also willing to believe that his disciple has such understanding and creativity, but it is a pity that his physique is very ordinary, otherwise he would definitely be an unprecedented genius.
At the scene of the battle, the Shifang Sword Formation had not yet been polished and formed. It was broken to pieces in Lu Hu's repeated attacks, but it quickly recovered.
Although Sun Xu said there were dangers, he had everything under control, without even a trace of expression on his face.
His hands carry layers of phantoms, constantly changing in the air. Unfortunately, his current consciousness has not yet been tempered in this area, otherwise there would be no need to go to such trouble.
The ten long swords suddenly merged into one and turned into a sword dragon with the power of thunder, breaking through Lu Hu's defense and hitting his chest hard.
Dong Lai and others felt relieved, the overall situation was decided.
Qi Jiuzhong in the distance was extremely shocked, and then he became happy. He had already figured out the reason. The physical gap between his disciples was actually made up through other aspects. (To be continued)