Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 821

Lu Zhengkang remembered that there were some struggles within Qinglian Jianzong.

When Tiancang's fifty-seventh year approached the New Year, Qing Ningzi had come to recruit Lu Zhengkang, but she followed a golden core monk behind her, her strength was not weak, and the purpose was to find evidence that Qing Ningzi had colluded with the demons.

Such a golden core monk can be a pawn, and the young man with a pill formation in front of him is naturally also a pawn.

Lu Zhengkang will observe the audience in the Chilou.

Chilou Fighting Swords is divided into inner and outer courts. The outer court is between the clouds and the sky. The airspace where the Chilou is located is independent. Each cloud tower has an attached space, which is spacious enough to travel at will. The inner court is in the Chilou. Inside. Lu Zhengkang and the sword repairman, who claimed to be Liu Shenran, who claimed to be the looser of the scorpion, were naturally fighting in the outfield. The monks of their level were not qualified to use swordsmen in the red building.

Lu Zhengkang was alone with a cloud head, with nothing in his hand. Qing Ningzi was onlookers on the white jade platform outside the red building. Upon seeing this, he took off the sword box behind him, and handed it to Lu Zhengkang with a strong man on the side.

This set of sword cases contains a set of five-sacred star light swords, namely the five mountains of Tai, Hua, Heng, Heng, and Song, which separate the east, west, south, north and middle. It also corresponds to the five elements of wood, gold, fire, water, and soil. It is the spring equinox of Qinglian Jianzong. The treasure of a line of inheritance was also the flying sword of Sheng Yan who was originally alive, but it is now passed to Qing Ningzi for self-defense.

Any magic weapon is hard to come by. It is common for a Taoist flying sword to collect materials for ten years, cast for ten years, refine for ten years, and sharpen for ten years. It will take another ten years for induction. A total of fifty years is needed. The handle is enough for the ascetics to rely on. If you want to pursue the magic weapon, it is not unusual to spend hundreds of years.

Of course, the quality of the tools does not determine the combat power. The extravagant figures in the world of spiritual practice use rare magic weapons, or they are not as sophisticated as the true practice of Taoism.

Regardless of whether Lu Zhengkang is proficient in Taoism or not, in short, the set of flying swords he received in his hand is definitely high-quality.

He nodded towards Qing Ningzi from a distance. She didn't move. From this distance, she was just a small shadow on the white jade platform. I don't know what she will think in her heart.

Fighting the sword is a solemn thing, and it is almost impossible to prevent the sword fairy from fighting the sword. Xuanyouzi went to persuade the master to take his life back, but only got a disgusting lip.

"Master, the younger brother has only entered the Tao for a long time!"

"Half a day is enough to kill these mediocre people." Xue Hongzi smiled, "The young disciple's talent is higher than mine. It has only been two hours since I have seen him, and Jianxin has been born."

The bearded man stood aside and smiled, "What a man, Luo Xuehong, let you find such a descendant, can you let me?"

"You are wishful thinking."

Lu Zhengkang didn't understand the etiquette of fighting swords, but the other side was observant, using magic techniques to transmit sound to ensure that the audience in Chilou could also hear clearly.

Self-report portal, display swords.

"Liu Shenran, a scattered man under the gate of Nanhuang Mochi Mountain, holds the sword and says Pingdie, polite."

Lu Zhengkang did the same. He hasn't sobered up yet, and the whole person's state is a bit too exciting to the onlookers.

"The third disciple of the 25th generation under the Kunlun Palace, Lu Zhengkang, the swords are borrowed from friends, courteous."

The two were silent.

There is wind blowing in the sky, and the wind seems to be filled with whispers.

Lu Zhengkang felt comfortable, he really felt comfortable.

The slowest speed of fighting swords and flying swords can be tortoise-speed ant walking, and the fastest can move time and space beyond the speed of light. Sometimes a duel is a hundred years, sometimes a duel is an instant.

Looking at fighting from the perspective of a sober person, Lu Zhengkang has always only thought of victory, but a drunk person can't help but be curious about failure and death.

There was a crisp bell sound from the red building, which was the sound of praise from the audience, indicating that this sword fight will be conducted in a fair manner without interference from others.

The bell rang three times.

It is said that the most powerful swordsmen fight each other and ring thirty-six bells.

Liu Shenran took out his sword, and his flat butterfly sword disappeared in the clouds of smoke. It was impossible to catch it with the naked eye. In his divine mind, Lu Zhengkang only vaguely perceives a sharp aura. He quickly approached.

He clipped a Songshan sword from the sword box. The flying sword has no hilt, only the sword body, ocher-yellow like a spar, Lu Zhengkang breathed out a sword breath, and the flying sword rattled as if it had spirit.

The Ping Butterfly Sword reached Lu Zhengkang's neck as soon as he breathed. He raised the Songshan Sword and handed it forward, just in time for the Ping Butterfly Sword to hit the blade. The light from the two swords burst out like flames, and Lu Zhengkang died. Holding the Songshan sword, the Qi of the Qingjian sword is like a thread, spreading in the opposite direction, wrapping the flat butterfly sword.

Just like the cloth wrapped around the spiky ball, Lu Zhengkang could feel the flat butterfly sword trembling, and the sword Qi Jiaozhen made a violent iron sand rubbing sound.

After all, the mana in the pill formation period was much stronger, and the Songshan sword couldn't bear it. Lu Zhengkang's sword aura was shaken away, and the Pingbutterfly sword flew back to the man's hand suddenly.

The wind is still blowing.

Lu Zhengkang felt Jiu Jin let his blood rise, and his leg muscles quivered.

Everything is fine, he doesn't think he is fighting, everything is quiet.

Xue Hongzi said to Xuanyouzi on the side, "Look, isn't this victory?"

Liu Shenran handed out another sword, with a bang, the air exploded, and the speed of the sword surpassed the sound~www.mtlnovel.com~ This Lu Zhengkang threw the Songshan sword out, and then drew the Huashan sword out. It's all silent.

The three sword lights flashed alternately, and heard a clanging sound, followed by a rustling.

Liu Shenran's good head was pushed up by the blood in the cavity, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "The sword will transform the rainbow!"

Someone in the red building screamed sadly. He is Liu Shenran's mentor.

Lu Zhengkang put away the sword, the cloud head over there, a headless corpse fell, accompanied by a flying sword, a head, and suddenly fell on the reckless Kunlun Mountains.

Back in the Chilou, the bell rang again, indicating that the sword fight has won. Lu Zhengkang returned the sword box to Qingningzi. "A very useful flying sword."

"I still think you will lose. Why did you kill someone?"

"Being murder after drinking."

"You look like you are hysteria. Don't drink this lot of wine in the future, and don't let yourself get drunk."

"No." Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Drinking is the best thing in the world!"

Qing Ningzi sighed silently.

It is normal for people to die in the sword fighting. The monks present are not surprised by the older ones. One life is gone, but the scene is calmly like an ordinary push for a cup on a wine table. The atmosphere was slightly hotter, and there was only the cry of the deceased master.

When Lu Zhengkang heard this sound, he sobered up suddenly.

It was just a fair and fair duel. Lu Zhengkang was indeed impulsive, but he felt that the life and death in the duel was normal. As for the deceased Liu Shenran, he could die under such wonderful swordsmanship——

"It's worth noting this life."

"Unexpectedly, Kunlun Palace will have another peerless sword fairy. How kind to God!"

"The future monastic world will definitely have a place for this young man."

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