Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 728

   Jianxiu has no choice but to use his fists.

The word    Dao has everything. After understanding the rhythm of Dao, the magical means will not be limited to one.

   Often, there is no difference between using a sword and using a fist.

   What the gravekeeper was curious about was that Lu Bei possessed the world's first-class sword intent, and was undoubtedly a top swordsman at the level of a great master of kendo. These characters were extremely sword-minded, and without a sword in his hand, his strength would definitely be weakened by 30%.

Even a    sword can't be broken, let alone a pair of fists.

   The so-called fist-fighting is a bit too big.

  Lu Bei had no one in his eyes, his expression was indifferent, and he walked slowly in the void.

The    sword light airflow bloomed, and white lotuses swayed under his feet.

The pace of    seems to be slow and fast. Every time you take a step, it seems that you have used the method of moving and transporting.

   Only the surging Sword Intent was dignified step by step. When he came to the grave guard, the boiling Sword Intent was difficult to suppress, reaching the current peak.

   The punching edge that is pressed down horizontally is really like a sword drawn out of its sheath. The light is dazzling and dazzling.

   Hey, this.

   The tomb guard looked sideways, not knowing how to describe this sword, or rather this punch.

  Suddenly, his face changed suddenly, and the golden pupils under the mask showed a stunned brilliance for the first time.

The    sword light disappeared, and he was almost invisible.

not good!

The    sword was approaching, and the alarm bell of the grave guard rang loudly.

  Boom!!!

  The beam of light shot in and out, rushing towards the end of the void.

   The moment the tomb keeper raised his hand, severe pain hit his limbs and bones, and his internal organs were turned upside down, and it was generally impossible to feel the evaporation.

   He flew out backwards, and he didn't know how far he could fly before he could stop.

   The flower-faced mask crackled open, and the pale golden eyes were full of solemnity.

  The tombkeeper patted the burning fist mark on his chest: Yes, this blow is enough to hurt me, but what about you, how many times can your body carry sword intent?

   Such a strong sword intent, he had never heard of it before, while wondering where the Jiang family had brought the rescuer, he concluded that Lu Bei's physical body could not bear it.

  After all, people have limits.

  The white light breaks the dawn, dispelling the rich darkness.

   The eyes of the tomb-keeper are beating with golden light, breathing rhythmically, exerting supernatural powers of blood, strengthening his own perception, and infinitely slowing the flow of time around him.

   At this moment, he was faster than Lu Bei.

  Boom!!!

  The black figure flew out, the mask was bathed in sword light, and it shattered into animal powder.

   The gravekeeper raised his hand and touched the sword wound on his cheek, and there was a hint of disbelief in his dignified eyes.

   He clearly saw it, why was he still a step behind?

  Lu Bei stopped his body and brought the honor of the tomb guardian into his eyes. He had a wide mouth and a lion nose, a wide face and big ears, and his wild hair and shawl were hanging down.

  Lu Bei looked at the golden mane stretched out on the tomb guard's face, frowned and said, "Monster?

   is not only a demon clan, but also a demon king without a shape.

   The demon king of the Mahayana period, the ascension is about to take shape, but you can imagine how powerful the bloodline of the opponent is. In Lu Bei's shallow common sense in the world of immortality, he only knows that the little snake sister with the blood of the snake has the same potential.

  The mask was knocked off, and the tomb keeper simply stopped pretending, let out a low roar, his body cracked and fried beans, and it was raised to three meters.

  Lion hair shawls, slender ears stand up, human-shaped beasts with ferocious eyebrows, **** mouths spewing hot steam, and golden canine teeth are extremely eye-catching.

He shook his numb neck: The demon clan is indeed a demon clan, but I have nothing to do with the Wan Yao Kingdom. King Yan will not leave you such an obvious handle. Forget it, it is useless to say more, anyway, you are about to die. man of.

   He pushed out his wishbone, his muscular arm flashing pale golden light, as indestructible as a Buddhist golden body.

The    fist tore through the turbulent void in the void, domineering and arrogant, spanning several miles, and acting on Lu Bei's chest in an instant.

   afterimage

   Erase.

  Lu Bei transformed into golden light and arrived behind the tomb guardian. He swung one arm and raised his three fingers together to penetrate into the yin, the sun and the strange power of the shocking characters with the method of the three extremes of bitterness and darkness.

   Fingertips touch the golden light, blurring the invisible light and shadow.

   failed to break the defense with one blow, and Lu Bei was shocked to walk away, dodging the three-meter beast and counterattacking the bear hug.

What kind of monster is   , the body is so tyrannical, even if it is a demon clan, it is a bit outrageous.

  Lu Bei squinted his eyes slightly, and two **** of golden flames danced with white eyes but no beads. In his sight, the tomb keeper was a group of human-shaped golden flames, like a volcano, full of explosive destructive power.

   But what kind of species, he really can't tell.

   Just when Lu Bei guessed the tomb guard's heels, the latter raised one hand, his five fingers trembled, the sharp claws burst into ear-piercing sonic booms, the golden sharp blades cut through the darkness, and it stretched down like a sword to vent for thousands of miles.

   Five golden lights split, one of which went straight to where Lu Bei was.

  The golden sword energy opened the grand curtain, and the remaining rays of light distorted the void, burning a sea of ​​incomparably hot fire.

  Lubei is far apart, and the heat wave can still be felt.

   This flame, he has seen

   twice.

   The first time I met my cousin, the zombie king played the same type of corpse fire, the second time was Ji Han, the golden corpse poison fire protects the body, which can be attacked and retreated and defended.

   It turns out that it is a zombie, not a monster.

  Lu Bei pouted, in these Mahayana periods, there is no truth in his mouth, and farting is the taste of conspiracy.

   Zombies are just zombies, and they actually pretend to be monsters. I'm really not afraid of causing a show to King Yan and attracting the siege and interception of the Holy Land of Human Race.

   Oh, Ji Huang was unhappy with Yan Wang for a long time, and he has always supported the Jiang family.

   That's fine.

   Hide and hide, where is the third punch, can't your body support it?

   The tomb keeper bathed in golden flames, raised the phantom of the roaring beast in his hands, Lu Bei's eyes were sharp, and in the hazy phantom he could see a bit of the afterimage of a unicorn.

  The corpse of the demon clan, and then turned into a zombie?

Lu Bei was at a loss, and after finally clearing his thoughts, he immediately became confused. He knew that his common sense was insufficient, so he simply stopped thinking about it. At the invitation of the tomb guard, he turned into an afterimage and rushed into the sea of ​​​​fire. .

   Come

  Some gaps can't be changed without being rude, slow is slow, and the truth will not be distorted by personal subjective will.

   The zombie gravekeeper clamored to take the third punch, begging for a hammer, and he really caught it with his face.

  Lu Bei's figure flashed instantly, and at the moment when he flew out, his body was in shadow, his hands pointed to form swords, and the two rhymes of Changchong and Yuanran were used as the fronts to cut open the indestructible zombie flesh.

  Then the two palms shoot out, and the four forces of Taiyin, Sun, Thunder, and Storm rush in.

  The yin and the sun twist, the yin and yang swim into the fish, all things embrace the yin and embrace the yang, and the thunder and the storm are hedging against the disorder.

  Lu Bei modified a new big move, based on Dao rhyme, played with the method of life and death wheel seal, created Yin and Yang, mastered life and death, and deprived the tomb guardian of his body.

Then

   No primordial spirit was found.

  JieJie—

   The tomb guard turned around fiercely, and his five fingers shot sharp claws, tearing down according to his chest.

  Golden light flashed, and the two looked at each other silently, one stunned and the other stunned.

   The tomb keeper was surprised to see the five white marks on Lu Bei's chest, then looked at his paws, and was speechless for a long time.

  He is all over the world, I have never seen any scenes, this kind of.

  Sword repair?

  Physical repair?

  I haven't seen it.

   It can't be a demon clan!

   It's hard to say, the move just now is very similar to the Tiangang warfare that the demon clan has passed down from generation to generation. Even if it is not a demon clan, it has a lot to do with the demon clan.

  Lu Bei was surprised that the tomb keeper was a complete zombie. Unlike Zombie King and Jihan, the former revived his soul through his body.

   The latter smelts the flesh and turns it into a corpse, and has primordial spirits in it.

   If we have to give a similar example, it can only be the corpse of the Earth Immortal in the tomb of Shui Zeyuan.

  King Yan has such a strong man, he picked the wrong opponent!

  The royal family has such great powers, no wonder they dare to provoke me!

   One person and one corpse are afraid of each other, facing each other on the spot, the enemy will not move and I will not move.

   At this moment, two afterimages arrived, one chasing and the other fleeing.

  Jiang Biehe has a gray face and a tattered folding fan in his hand. He lost to Qiu Yuan Dian Cang Yin and the secret technique of the Six Heavens Demon King.

   Seeing the confrontation between the two, they only had a concave shape and could not do their best, and they were immediately envious.

   Fellow Daoist, let me deal with this monster, you should rest first.

  Jiang Biehe arrived at Lu Bei's side, the broken paper fan spread out, and a line of words crossed: The dog thief of Qin Tianjian, in front of me, said a lot of bad things about the Infinite Sword Sect, I couldn't bear it anymore, and brought someone to you.

  Lubei: (;￢＿￢)

  Sister Shao worked hard to spread rumors!

   Work harder, the old Zhu family, who has been eating and raising fat in two days, should know about it.

   Fellow Daoist, speak up, I brought you a dog thief from thousands of miles away. Jiang Biehe urged, lest Lu Bei would disagree.

   This man is very strong, he will not die if he picks me up with a few swords.

  It's okay, I like to challenge the strong, I'm not happy if I'm not strong!

  At this point, what else can Lu Bei say? He turned into golden light, and disappeared into the distance.

The moment    stepped on, he arrived in front of Qiu Yuan, who joined his hands together, using his fist, palm, and fingers together, blasting out the dotted print that pointed to the common people.

Snapped!

   A big hand clasped his face, Qiu Yuan turned around and was taken away from afar.

  Sword Xiu takes a break—

   The gravekeeper roared into the void, and the thunder flashed and oscillated.

  This fellow Daoist, your opponent is me. Jiang Biehe raised his finger a little, and the golden light built a bridge, blocking the way of the tomb guard.

   The tomb guardian froze, turned around with no expression on his face, his pale golden eyes were indifferent and calm, and he only wrote two words—what kind of thing are you, you are also worthy of being my opponent?

   Jiang Mou is not talented, I would like to learn your great tricks. Jiang Biehe spread out his folding fan, shook the breeze, and blew his long scattered hair like grass on a grave.

   The tomb guard had a gloomy expression. When he was in the West Serenity Demon Region, when did he ever receive such an insult, his five fingers catapulted his claws straight down.

   ahem

  Chou Yuan bleeds from his mouth, the sword marks on his chest can be seen inside his viscera, the flesh on his hands is blurred, and his ten fingers are even more shapeless.

   He used his fists, palms, and fingers to make some dark marks, but he couldn't break the defense, and even broke his hands.

  Lu Bei is still in the state of fighting against the zombie grave guards, his spirit and energy are all raised to the peak, and he goes all out without leaving a single hand.

   As a sword cultivator, abandoning his sword is the best proof.

   He doubted that Qiu Yuan was weak, and that even Yan Xiaoshuang was not as good as Yan Xiaoshuang. At the same time, he raised his hand and patted the dust on his chest.

   But nothing more than that.

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