Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 362

   Chapter 362 Count your luck as a kid

  Jiangguang gallops, flowing and rippling.

  Changchong sword is meant to take the heart of modesty and peace, to control the meaning of indifference and quietness, the sky is infinite, and its uses are endless.

   The imposing manner of the long rushing sword that the mysterious man drives is comparable to that of Lu Bei, but the realm contained in it is far above Lu Bei, so that people can see who is real and who is fake at a glance.

   Both are false.

  Lin Buyan is not like this.

   Zhao Zihao and the others were stunned, and subconsciously took a few steps back. There were actually two kendo masters pretending to be Lin Buyan on a small barren mountain.

   What the hell!

"impossible!"

  Lu Bei's eyes widened. He didn't know what was going on in the Heavenly Sword Sect, but in the entire Lingxiao Sword Sect, in terms of Changchong's sword intent, apart from Senior Sister Bai Jin, everyone else was younger brothers.

   In this regard, he is very confident, his posture is so good, it is difficult to keep a low profile.

   For a while, he couldn't help but doubt the identity of the mysterious person, and he had to say that there was indeed such a person whose Changchong sword was intended to be above him.

   The master of the cheap master, Mo Buxiu, he is the master of a certain Lu, the second head of the High Heaven Sword Sect, and a younger junior brother-Mu Lichen.

   But Mu Lichen was locked in a small dark room, and he would never show up here, let alone pretend to be Lin Buyan to be imprisoned.

   Mu Lichen is not such a master who pits his apprentices, he is very disciplined.

   "Who are you?"

  Lu Bei squinted his eyes slightly, and the golden light flashed in his eyes, trying to see through the true face of the other party.

   The mysterious man smiled lightly: "Changchong Jianyi will not cheat, Lin Mou is Lin Mou."

   "Fart, Lin Buyan is not as confident as you!"

Lu Bei snorted coldly, his voice fell, and found that Zhao Zihao and others had strange faces, and smiled awkwardly: "Don't misunderstand, everyone, this head means that Lin has his own set of flexible standards for choosing and retreating. He learned my face, But didn't learn the essence of me, a complete fake."

  “…”x8

   You have leaked your mouth, what are you pretending to be? X8

"It's such a clever tongue, and arranging Lin in front of Lin, I want to see who you are." The mysterious man raised his sword, the sword light floated, and the body did not move. There was an overwhelming sword force, rolling towards Lu Bei.

   "See, he's not Lin, he's too strong!"

  Lu Bei raised his long sword and slashed the streamer in the air, splitting the surging sword in half with lightning speed.

  “…”x8

  You TM is also very strong! x8

   "Yes, it's worth fighting for."

  The mysterious man stepped forward with his sword and said in a faint voice: "In the past, Mr. Lin was protecting the integrity of Lingxiao's sword sect, so he had to hide his cultivation. Today, the sword is open to sweep away the haze. In the first battle, he will use your head to sacrifice the sword."

  The next step is to step out, and the sword turns into a white light, smashes through the void, and comes to Lu Bei.

   Behind him, his sword-fighting skills reached the limit, and the galloping sword light exploded in the air, one point ten, ten hundred, and in an instant, it was like a gust of wind and rain, and countless sword lights struck thunder.

  The violent white torrent swept through, submerging the barren mountains and earth, shaking the earth and the dragon rolling.

  The dust had just risen, but it was swept away by the atomized sword energy.

   From a distance, the barren hills were wiped out with a white touch, and the sword light went and returned, as if a wandering dragon swept across the water, swaying silently and without a trace, and everything that was blocked was wiped away.

  's shot was a map cannon, which seemed to exceed Lin Buyan's ability limit. Even if the latter possessed the general trend, he would not be able to cut such an amazing sword.

   It's not a question of ability, but a lack of brains. The surnamed Lin can't play such a beautiful sword flower.

   Zhao Zihao and the others retreated, not because they didn't want to leave, but because they couldn't.

  The surrounding barren hills can be entered but not exited, and a partition is erected, like a formation and a small world, they have no clue, let alone break out of the formation.

   Right now, apart from staring in place, there is actually nothing to do.

   "Two brothers, listen to what Zhao Mou has to say."

   Zhao Zihao said quickly: "These two people are strange, I can't tell them apart for a while, but there is one thing that Zhao is very sure that they are not members of my Iron Sword Alliance."

  So, how long are you going to talk nonsense?

"Although many of my colleagues in Tieshan Prison have made big mistakes, they are still from the Heavenly Sword Sect like me. It's better to release them and explain the cause and effect. If we work together, we may be able to find a way to survive." Zhao Zihao Looking at the two, waiting for their reply.

"no."

   "Can't do it."

The black robe duo resolutely refused, and one of them said: "My brothers and sisters received an order, if there is an unstoppable prisoner, they would rather destroy the iron mountain and banish repeat offenders into the void, and it is impossible for them to see the sun again. ."

   "Whose order is this, so cruel..."

   Zhao Zihao was anxious, and he was quick to realize that he was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words: "It makes sense, but the current situation is not optimistic, and many colleagues are banished. No matter who wins, I can't eat and walk away."

   "For the Heavenly Sword Sect, my brothers and sisters are willing to die!"

   Zhao Zihao's face was ashen, and the black robe wanted to die, but he didn't want to, a bright future and wealth were waiting for him, how could he die in this barren mountain.

   He said with a cold face: "Zhao Mou is a direct disciple of Elder Wu, if I am captured..."

   "Don't worry, before the two of us die, I will help you dedicate your life to the Heavenly Sword Sect."

  You sword cultivators, you deserve to die without a place to be buried.

   Zhao Zihao was so angry that his face was crooked, and he secretly scolded that the ideological work above was not done properly. The goal of the sword cultivators willing to die is to abandon the scriptures, not the youth. If this matter is not dealt with as soon as possible, it will inevitably lead to serious trouble.

  Boom! !

  The mysterious man was holding a sword in the air, and the white dragon swept across the ground.

  Lu Bei's vertical sword blocked the roar of the dragon's head, and he was pressed back all the way, his mind was full of doubts, obviously everyone's sword intent was at the same level, but his long rush sword intent still couldn't help each other.

   is too strange, not as simple as realm suppression.

   Now, it is meaningless to play Lin Buyan, who has a touching kendo aptitude, Lu Bei snorted, immortal sword intent injected into the sword body, boundless sword energy condensed, turned into a sky-penetrating sword pillar, and instantly erased the white dragon figure.

"what?"

   In midair, the mysterious man was surprised, and the sword intent displayed by Lu Bei attracted his attention.

   "Don't be that dog thief, eat Lin's sword."

  Lu Bei shouted loudly, stepped out of his body, turned into a golden light and rushed towards the mysterious man.

   The five fingers pinched the air and exploded, the immortal sword intent condensed the punch, and the fist mark was in the air, oppressing one side of the world and slowly moving back.

   Good sword intent!

   The mysterious man took a deep breath, the long sword in his palm danced, and the white sword light instantly transformed, condensing a white light curtain, protecting his entire being.

The    fist mark bombarded, and the overwhelming roaring impact fell on the sword curtain, blasting layers of ripples.

  Suddenly, the sky and the earth were surging, and the ripples suddenly escalated into stormy waves, with the momentum of destruction at any time.

  The mysterious man is not in a hurry, he points his vertical hand in the air, and shakes with his fingertips, the sword light screen rotates with the yin and yang trend, and the Pisces swam between, releasing the terrifying force, and easily dispelling the fist seal of the sky.

  Lu Beiwang's heart jumped, and he secretly said that the elder of the Emperor's Extreme Sect had something. The sword fist in his hand did not drop but instead increased, bombarding the sword screen heavily.

  Crack!

  Boom——

   The streamer was shattered, and the world was quiet.

   The cathartic white light swept the sword rain, disappeared without a trace, and suddenly swept in all directions, stirring up one side of the world and changing the situation.

   The mysterious man admitted that he had overestimated the immortal sword intent, and Lu Bei couldn't make any waves in his hands, but the moment he faced the sword intent, he knew that he wanted to go wrong. He did not overestimate, but underestimated.

   The sword intent he had never seen before was far more powerful than he imagined.

   Hiss!

The    mercury ripples swayed and shrank to a silver bead. The mysterious man held it in his hand, completely revealing its original appearance.

   He looked at the blood red on the silver bead, his eyes full of horror.

What is the sword intent   ?

  Lubei: ∑(д;)

   looks familiar.

   To be precise, I only saw it some time ago.

  The Great Elder of Emperor Jizong, Zhu Heng.

   "Isn't this grandfather, why did your old man come in person, how is the eighth aunt at home, did you beat the eighth uncle to relieve his anger when he was unhappy?"

Lu Bei put away the long sword and saw Zhu Heng's puzzled expression, he raised his hand and smeared his face, revealing his original appearance: "Grandpa, it's me, have you forgotten, we even sold Zhan Lexian together that day. The price!"

   Safety point, he took out the command token again, and hung it on the belt of his pants.

   "Grandpa..."

  Zhu Heng raised his hand and touched his chin, with a playful look in his eyes, and said with a strange smile: "I don't know when you are such a filial child. Since you call me grandpa, I can't embarrass you."

   "It is necessary, the eighth aunt hurts me the most!"

"Ha ha."

   Zhu Heng's face turned cold, and he pressed down the seal of Huangji's sacrifice with his backhand.

   At the same time, the black big sword in his hand swept the sword art, and the layers of sword light twisted the void, giving birth to endless strange changes.

   bang bang.

   The imitation version of Da Shitian shattered instantly, and the sword light dissipated.

   Zhu Heng's body swayed twice, and there was a hint of sweetness in his throat. His expression changed, he swallowed the sweet blood silently, and looked at Lu Bei even more strangely.

   Such a profound idea, I can't imitate it, this is definitely not the Nine Swords Sword Intent.

   "Boy, something is wrong with you!"

  Lu Bei didn't know what he meant, and punched the seal of Huangji's sacrifice in front of him with a punch, his face slowly sank: "You... Who are you?"

   "Huang Jizong does things, why do you need to explain to you, a dog thief in the Xuanyin Division, that you are lucky when you meet me today. For the sake of that person, I will not embarrass you."

   Zhu Heng stepped out in one step, his figure was illusory without a trace, and he disappeared between heaven and earth.

  Lubei was struck by lightning, his body was stiff, his vision was in a trance, the sky and the earth were hazy, as if there were giant beasts dancing in the wind, disturbing the fire, water, and wind.

   Immediately afterwards, two rounds of great sun bloomed in the dark sky, and the glory of his body and soul shone on both sides.

   Look carefully, it is not a big sun, but a pair of eyes.

   Outside, Lu Bei stood absentmindedly in the air, dancing with his hands and dancing in a strange shape, the kind that is hard to describe.

  Zhu Heng reached out and took out an iron sword, tried imitating the immortal sword intent, and shattered a large piece of black iron again. He thoughtfully, looked at the sky after a moment, leaned over and walked towards Zhao Zihao and others.

   I came up with fun for a while, delayed too much time, and almost missed a major event.

   He raised his hand and touched his face, turned into Lin Buyan's appearance, fell to the ground like nothing, and swept down with a sword.

   The blood shone into the sky, and the two heads flew straight up.

   (end of this chapter)

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