Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 381

   Chapter 381 It's okay to compare swords, but don't talk about borrowing money

  Lu Zhou was the first to lose. Facing the Immortal Sword Intent, he insisted on not bowing his head, so he was injured the most.

   was affected by this again, and it became more serious. Although he did not die on the spot, it was not much different. In the future, Emperor Jizong's siege of Tianjian Peak would have nothing to do with him.

Zhu Yuan is self-rewarding. The battle flag in his hand came from a senior in the tribulation period. When he was given it, it was stated that the flag could be used three times a day, and each time the cultivator of the tribulation period would have a single blow to deal with Xiongchu. The minions are more than enough.

  As a result, before Xiongchu's minions showed up, he took out the battle flag and used it.

   I didn't even expect that Lu Bei's sword intent was so tyrannical, and with the help of the heavens, he could block the monk during the tribulation period with a full blow.

   Blocked and blocked, and it exploded, causing him to rush into the street with Lu Zhou.

   Three Great Elders, two were seriously injured, and only Zhu Xiuzhu still had the strength to fight.

   From this point of view, stacking armor is not a benefit.

   Zhu Xiuzhu lowered his head and coughed up blood. Seeing Lu Bei staggering with his sword, he waved his hands repeatedly to indicate that he would not fight.

   is boring.

   In this battle, Emperor Jizong conceded defeat.

  Lu Bei just pretended that he couldn't see it, the general situation was in his hands, and he wanted to take Zhu Xiuzhu's experience package.

The latter's face turned dark, and his strong body stood up. First, he supported Fang Yin, who had dim light above his head, and then tightened the bamboo stick in his hand. He signaled Lu Bei to accept it when he saw it. Say.

   At this moment, a distant sword light rushed in, with seven in the lead and forty in the back.

  Forty-seven sword cultivators landed, seven of them were in the fusion stage, and the rest were all in the virtual realm. As soon as they appeared, they stunned the audience and could hear needles falling.

   Led by Lian Lin, the seven sword cultivators looked at Lu Bei with infinitely complicated gazes. They didn't say much, but drew their swords and pointed at Zhu Xiuzhu to show their position.

  The sword light rushed into the sky, and the sword stance was woven into a net, causing Zhu Xiuzhu's complexion to change drastically.

   How could these people be in Beijun Mountain, and who was the one who stole them?

  Lu Bei thought in his heart, he thought it was Emperor Jizong who split the Iron Sword League and robbed this group of Tianjianzong conservatives. Now it seems that there is someone else behind the scenes.

   Suddenly, Lu Bei had an idea and thought of Zhu Jingli, the reinforcements who rushed to Yuezhou.

   The mastermind behind the scenes is the Wu Zhou royal family.

   Divide the Iron Sword League, leave some sword repair forces, and continue to contain the Emperor Jizong in the future...

   The plan is perfect and the execution is flawless, but the problem is that Lu Bei has never read the script. In his impression, the Heavenly Sword Sect was razed to the ground, and it was only possible for the players to recover blood to survive, and the Heavenly Sword Sect, where the player was the master, could no longer be regarded as the Heavenly Sword Sect.

   is completely dead.

  Who, what went wrong, and why did the royal family's plans change?

   In the face of the rebels, how could the emperor open his mouth?

  Lu Bei couldn't figure it out, and snorted coldly and pushed away the person who was in the way: "Get out of the way, don't disturb me for a duel."

   Wang Yan, who was pushed away, dared not to speak, and bowed his head: "You...you are too injured to fight for a long time. The old dog of Emperor Supreme Sect, you can leave it to me to deal with."

   "You taught me to do things?"

  “…” xN

   "I didn't come out earlier, and I didn't show up until the overall situation was decided. It was really annoying."

  Lu Bei pushed back his long blood-stained hair and pointed at Zhu Xiuzhu with his sword: "Don't worry about the rambunctious people, just continue the battle just now, don't worry, if they dare to make a move, Lu Mou will be the first to chop them to the ground."

   Hearing these words, Zhu Xiuzhu was stunned, his heart as still as stagnant water suddenly fluctuated, and a little blood was born, he grinned, raised his hand and pushed off the square seal above his head, holding a bamboo stick and strode towards Lu Bei.

   "Wait a second." Lu Bei raised his hand and called to stop.

"What's wrong?"

Zhu Xiuzhu stopped when he heard the words, saw Lu Bei put down Da Shitian in his hand, and threw away the bamboo stick together, and said sarcastically: "Don't look at the dead bones in the old tomb, if you are serious about melee combat, you are definitely not the enemy of the old one. ."

"I can tell."

  Lu Bei glanced at Zhu Xiuzhu, whose muscles were swollen, his five fingers clenched his fists in the air, his fingertips entwined with sword intent, and the sharp wind emanated: "Just now they joined forces to hurt you. Lu does not want to take advantage of this blood."

   After he said that, he clenched his five fingers into a fist and slammed it into his chest with a bang.

  The hot blood sprayed, and Zhu Xiuzhu was speechless, and the praise in his eyes was stronger than before.

Behind   , the forty-seven sword cultivators were speechless, their expressions were either shocked or ashamed, and the blood was pouring into their hearts, which was hard to suppress.

  Lian Lin, Wang Yan and other seven people were the most shocked. On the fourth floor of Tieshan Prison, they were beaten by Lu Bei a lot. Because of that mouth, they didn't like Lu Bei very much.

   Not to mention, the fact that Lu Bei called himself Lin when he reported himself to his family would greatly reduce the impression on him.

   With this sword intent, why hide your head and show your tail, won't your sword heart be ashamed?

   But today, this man does have merit.

   Here, Lu Bei punched his chest with a punch. While consuming mana, he lowered his health by himself, triggering the two basic requirements of backtracking.

When the    repair is less than 30%, the strength and speed attributes are doubled; if the HP is less than 10%, 10% of the total HP is recovered every second, the duration is five seconds, and the skill interval is 24 hours.

   His blood volume has soared, his strength and speed have doubled, his strength attribute has reached 45,000, and his speed is 96,000, which is like a peerless ride, which is desperately fast.

  Boom! ! !

  The wind was raging, a space collapsed and concave, and the overflowing black lines eroded wildly towards the surrounding.

  Lu Bei's phantom dissipated in situ, and then, a belated golden light appeared in front of Zhu Xiuzhu, who maintained a blocking stance, and his expression of approval was still visible.

   But soon, Zhu Xiuzhu's phantom disappeared with the golden light, and they all disappeared into the void.

  Five seconds, no more, no less.

  Lu Bei stepped out of the void, and threw Zhu Xiuzhu on the ground like a dead dog: "It's okay, although a little old, but your body is still strong, it's worthwhile for you to be a big realm higher than Lu Mou, you are a formidable enemy."

   After he said that, he raised his hand to attract the general trend, and looked at the sword cultivators who entered the venue.

  The clothes were stained with blood, and the sword intent rushed into the sky. The background was the three elders of the Emperor Jizong lying on the ground in silence.

   "What are you guys doing, if you want to win over the Lingxiao Sword Sect, you don't have to. It's enough to have Lu in Beijun Mountain." Lu Bei probed for information.

  Lian Lin took a step forward and put his sword aside: "I'm here, not for the High Heaven Sword Sect, but for... Your Excellency."

   "Addicted to being beaten?!"

  Lu Bei subconsciously said, if this is the case, he will try his best to fulfill the other side if he is desperate for his life.

  “…”x7

   These words evoked unpleasant memories for the seven people, but out of respect for the immortal sword intent, they dared not say anything.

  Lian Lin continued: "It's a big deal, there are many people here, please move around and find a quiet place to talk slowly."

   "Since there are so many people with different eyes, it would be better if we didn't clear the scene. Why should Lu be wronged?"

  Lu Bei pouted his lips, and had a general sense of the seven people who were hiding. Just by looking at those constipated faces, up and down, he knew that these people were begging.

   You can compare swords, but you can borrow money without talking.

   "What Your Excellency said is very true, it's because I wait for the layout to be small."

  Lian Lin nodded, the truth is indeed the truth, no one will bother to clear the scene directly, there is no need to aggrieve himself.

   The fellow sword cultivators rose up with their swords in their hands, swaying the sword light all over the sky, and the mighty Imperial Emperor Sect pressed down.

  Without the three Great Elders, although there were still experts at the integration stage in the formation, but also because they were frightened and had no fighting spirit, they swarmed the bears and failed to organize a decent counterattack, and the formation was a mess in an instant.

   At this moment, Zhu Yuan raised a battle flag, waving in the wind, soaring a thousand meters high.

The    flag is chaotic and invisible, unfolding the picture scroll of the sky, and the potential of embezzlement swept the world, as if to wrap the entire Beijun Mountain into the picture.

   Over Beijun Mountain, the demonic energy suddenly rose, and a pair of giant eyes slowly opened among the rolling black clouds.

The    formation map huffs and puffs up the sky, surrounds the boundless evil spirit, the giant eyes remain silent, and they start an invisible confrontation with it.

   Lu Bei's heart suddenly burst, and the familiar eyes were the mysterious person who maliciously made him embarrassed last time.

   Thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, the day of revenge is not far away.

   Just tomorrow...

"what!"

  Lu Bei let out a small murmur and looked carefully, these big golden eyes, looking at the essence through appearance, a bit like glaucoma.

   Think again, the ground-type nine-tailed fox that Fox San transformed into has such a pair of glaucoma!

  Lubei: "..."

   Thunder roared, interrupting the air fight.

The    battle flag swept away Emperor Jizong and the others. The giant golden eyes saw this scene and did not stop it. At the moment before the thunder raged wildly, it disappeared at the same time as the battle flag.

  The three great elders are gone, and the magic weapon that was lost outside the Ascension Gate is also lost.

  Lu Bei was sighing endlessly. He wanted to sell it for a good price and slaughter Huang Jizong with a knife, but Hu Er didn't say anything, and naturally it was not his turn to speak.

   It is also interesting to say that the first scene of Emperor Jizong's battle with Iron Sword League was actually Xuanyin Division and Emperor Jizong fighting in the arena, and Xuanyin Division also won.

   This is interspersed with the minions of Xiongchu and the division of Tianjianzong. A big game of chess goes from the beginning to the end, not to mention the dangers, but it is also constantly reversed.

   Turning Lu Bei a little dizzy, he hurriedly looked at the personal panel and was shocked.

  [You defeated Lu Zhou and gained 90 million experience. After the opponent's level was determined, the disparity was greater than 20, and the reward was 90 million experience]

  [You defeated Zhu Yuan and gained 90 million experience. After the opponent's level was determined, the disparity was greater than 20, and the reward was 90 million experience]

  [You defeated Zhu Xiuzhu and gained 100 million experience. After the opponent's level is determined, the disparity is greater than 20, and you will be rewarded with 100 million experience]

   The cost of 600 million was invested, and only 560 million was recovered. Ignoring the immortal sword intent, which was upgraded by two levels, it lost a total of 40 million experience.

   Rounding off, this deal is a huge loss.

   The shock was not overwhelmed, and Lu Bei was heartbroken, turned and flew towards Beijun Mountain.

   "Since you have regained your freedom, you should be running around for the Tianjian Sect. What are you doing with me?"

   Halfway through, he stopped and looked at the forty-seven sword cultivators: "The ugly words are in the front, if it is an unkind request, please don't open your mouth, Lu Mou's strength is low, and I can't help you."

   "Your Excellency is joking, you...you have realized the immortal sword intent, and the one with low strength should be waiting for me." Wang Yan smiled honestly, and became very stiff.

  Lu Bei took a deep breath: "What immortal sword intent, where did you hear the gossip, don't talk nonsense without evidence, both are sword cultivators, how can you slander good people for no reason!"

   (end of this chapter)

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