Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 747

  The young man is tall and tall, with extraordinary momentum, and his stern face like a knife is not half sad or happy. The clothes are monotonous, the sleeves are clean, and there is nothing else but the black stone knife on the back.

   Qi Shangdu.

  The number one martial arts master in Wenliang, he has spent his whole life exploring the way of the sword, known as the 'Heavenly Sword'.

  Beside him, there is a red-clothed, red-eyed bald monk, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a dignified body, and a dragon-tiger majesty in his steps.

  Wenliang, a red-clothed monk, a hermit Buddhist cultivator, whose monastery is unknown and his identity is unknown, even if his name is taboo, no one knows.

  The two Mahayanas are located at the peak of Wenliang, and each has a great reputation. There are endless disputes in the practice circle about which of the two is stronger, and because the two have never fought against each other, there has been no conclusion.

  As for the paper figurine walking at the end, apart from being a bit weird, there is nothing to recommend it.

  「Hey, Tian Dao and Red Monk, why are they here?」

  Zhenbei Wang Peng Xinzhi stepped into the void, that is, near Shaoshi Mountain, and suddenly found two top Wenliang masters.

  Peng Xinzhi did not rush forward to say hello. Although he is the king of Zhenbei and also known as the king of Xiaoyan, but in terms of means and strength, he is a bit reluctant to face any of the above two.

  「It turned out to be them!」

  Yin Zhen stood by his master's side, casting his eyes cautiously with envy on his face.

   Once upon a time, he was also a well-known genius in ten miles and eight towns. He dreamed of becoming a big man like the capital and the monk in red one day.

It was only later that I learned that the world is far more than ten miles and eight towns. There are as many monks with higher talents, richer resources, and more prominent mountain gates than him. errands.

"My lord, these two are the top monks in Wenliang. The two of them gathered together, but for the purpose of distinguishing a superior?" Asked if he didn't understand, Yin Zhen scratched his head and wanted to see which of the two strong men was stronger Which is weaker.

  If this is the case, then he will blow it some time in the future.

   Do you know the Heavenly Sword and the Red Monk, the two died that day, and it was witnessed by Yin!

   Can be blown into the soil.

  Peng Xinzhi was undecided if he found that the two were heading in the same direction as him, and slowed down again, wondering: "It's strange, the goal of the two of them seems to be the Fuyao Palace, so it's impossible."

  Not only him, but Qi Shangdu and the monk in red fell in love with Yan Xiaoshuang. Hearing that the palace lord's innocence was tainted by the little white face, they all came to crusade in anger?

  The idea is too outrageous, not to mention that the red monk has no worldly desires, but Qi Shangdu, who is only dedicated to the sword, is also obsessed with sincerity, and he cut off his emotions and desires early on.

  「My lord, who is that paper figurine senior?」

   "I don't know."

  Peng Xinzhi shook his head slightly, feeling a lot of doubts in his heart, so he decided to take a look first.

  After more than ten steps, Qi Shangdu's eyes were like lightning, and he opened the space in front of him, and stepped forward to stand in the sky above Shaoshi Mountain.

  Hold your palms together to form a knife, and chop down slowly.

  buzz buzz——

  Amidst the faint chirping of the saber, the light of the saber, as bright and clear as the moonlight, flowed down, silently and swiftly falling into the mountain forest.

  In an instant, the high-spirited sword intent soared into the sky, the billowing sword light split the sky and the earth, separated the darkness and frenziedly rushed towards the auxiliary Yao Palace located on the main peak.

  The clouds dispersed, and the star array illuminated the sky. Amid the roar of the mountain guard array, this irresistible greeting spread throughout the mountain. …

  In the boudoir, Yan Xiaoshuang's figure faded, and she fell into the sky with one step. Seeing the three figures in front of her, her heart tightened.

  The visitor is not kind.

   "Palace Master Yan is very polite, where is Tianjianzong Lu Bei?"

   "Sky Sword Sect Lu Bei"

  Peng Xinzhi, who was standing far away, was taken aback for a moment. Could it be that things happened as he expected, and the two of them came to attack the boy?

  Peng Xinzhi yelled outrageously. For the first time, he knew that he had so many rivals in love, and they were all so powerful.

   Thinking about it, it's relieved that the palace master's charm is hard to resist, and it's only natural that the heavenly sword and the red monk worship under her skirt.

   "Excuse me, Ben

  Wang might not be their match. "

   "Why did Qi Tiandao seek the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect? As far as I know, he has no enmity with you." Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, wanting to ask why.

   "Is Lu Bei here?" Qi Shangdu said expressionlessly.

   "Sect Master Lu is not here, please go back, Your Excellency!"

  The clay figurine is still angry, Yan Xiaoshuang is sullen, Qi Shang is relying on force to attack the mountain gate, he can't be kind today due to emotion and reason.

  Suddenly, his shoulders sank.

  Lu Bei held Yan Xiaoshuang's shoulders and lowered his head, letting her lean back to cool off.

Yan Xiaoshuang frowned slightly, but obediently, took half a step back, and at the same time transmitted voice to Lu Bei: "This person is a monk Wenliang, 'Heavenly Sword, Qi Shangdu, has a high level of cultivation, and once competed with Xin Wang Jiangli for three times. There is no winner or loser in the month."

   "The other one is called the monk in red and has a mysterious origin. I don't know much about him."

   "Where's the paper figurine?" Lu Bei frowned.

  There are many strange things in the world of cultivating immortals. With his not-so-rich personal resume, he has also experienced many different types, such as the Sewing Corpse Dao, the Snake Dragon Sect, the Earth Immortal Corpse, the fisherman, and so on.

   In comparison, a mere paper figurine is not outstanding among other kinds.

   Even a little low-level.

  But for some reason, looking at this paper figurine, Lu Bei had an unspeakably strange feeling. In his eyes, the heavenly sword and the red monk are strong, but they can only be reduced to a foil next to the paper figurine.

   "I haven't seen it, it shouldn't be Brother Wenliang, and I don't rule out it being an incarnation." Yan Xiaoshuang thought for a while, and explained a useless nonsense.

   "Go down, they are here to find me, there is nothing for you here."

"But."

   "No but." Lu Bei raised his hand and patted his buttocks.

  Yan Xiaoshuang's delicate body trembled, and she secretly said hateful, before turning to leave, she slapped Lu Bei's back heart with hatred, engraving the secret method of Fuyao Palace.

   Lu Bei shivered, the mana in his body rolled uncontrollably, not to mention how speechless he was.

  Before he came, he asked for a mouthful of fresh milk from Han Miaojun just in case, and now

   Fortunately, the sword body has been strengthened and upgraded, and the two palace masters have restrained themselves, otherwise they will run away with all attributes, and everything will hurt.

  Lu Bei took a step forward, shattering the holy sword lotus under his feet, like a peerless sword unsheathed, and the mist of sword intent rose around him, shattering the sky mightily.

  Looking from a distance, the white halo spread out, shaped like a big sun.

  The heaven and the earth resonate, even if Shaoshi Mountain is surrounded by a large formation, and the solid space is indestructible, it is difficult to withstand the raging and cathartic surge of sword intent.

  The mountains rumbled and shook, there was the sound of earth dragons mourning, and the black ground fissures sprinted like branches, stretching into the distance, breaking more than ten low peaks.

   "Jie Jie Jie Jie——"...

  The paper figurine didn't know what to be happy about, it just laughed, its temperament was unpredictable and even weirder.

  「Good sword, the name of Heavenly Sword is well-deserved!」

  Qi Shangdu untied the stone knife behind his back and let it fall to the ground. His whole body seemed to be sublimated, bursting out with a tyrannical will to cut everything.

   Lu Bei let out a light snort, and looked at the stone path that fell to the ground in surprise.

   This supernatural power seems to have been seen somewhere.

  Where is it?

   "In the past, my master had a sparring session with the master of the Immortal Sword. My master held the sword, and the Immortal Sword was in charge of the sword. My master spied on the spirit of the Immortal Sword and realized the technique of abandoning the sword." Qi Shangdu took the initiative to explain.

  Lu Bei suddenly realized, no wonder it looks so familiar, it turned out to be the Abandoned Sword Technique.

   Someone can use the skills of the whoring monster of the Abandoned Sutra for nothing. Your master is very powerful!

but

  Lu Bei cast a sympathetic look, the pit of abandoning the scriptures is very deep, if you step into it, ten lives are not enough to pay for it, as expected, the master of Qi Shangdu should be dead.

   "After realizing this method, my teacher was so depressed that he drew a knife and killed himself."

   Right, I was cheated to death!

   Lu Bei secretly said that sure enough, his cultivation had reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and he had repeatedly fought against monks of the Mahayana stage.

   But his aptitude and understanding.

  The artistic conception can be turned into one's own use after a little thought.

  Even if he abandons the scriptures and doesn't use a sword, but uses fists like the Demon Emperor, he can still be invincible for a lifetime, and he can create a way to rule the world like the Immortal Fist Intent.

  Without the comprehension of abandoning scriptures, but learning the abandoning sword technique of abandoning scriptures, the result can be imagined.

   Abandoned until the end, there is nothing to abandon, and I threw away my own life.

   "The suzerain has already known the purpose of the Heavenly Knife. It is nothing more than hatred blinding the mind and seeking death. What about this master, why did you come?" Lu Bei looked at the monk in red.

  The red-clothed monk put his palms together, and said with reason and evidence: "The poor monk sits in the mountains, his Zen mind is very quiet, and he wants to ask for a solution from the hands of the benefactor Lu."

   Lu Bei nodded, understanding what the red monk meant.

   The bald donkey has no other meaning, it's just itchy.

  He looked intently at the last paper figurine, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes danced with golden flames: "This magic cultivator with a unique face, can you tell me your name?"

  「Jie Jie Jie Jie——」

  The paper man waved his hands again and again and laughed non-stop. After the laughter stopped, he confessed that he was a pure passerby, and expressed that he had no intention of disturbing the three of them.

   After speaking, his body was incinerated into ashes and disappeared between the heaven and the earth.

  In the corner, Peng Xinzhi stood like a minion, and no one cared about him. He straightened his body and tried his best to show his existence, but no matter whether it was Lu Bei, Tian Dao, the red monk, or even the angry Yan Xiaoshuang, there was no line of sight.

  Peng Xinzhi's grief and indignation were not limited to this, he had seen Lu Bei's **** slap just now.

  That is not slapping Yan Xiaoshuang's butt, it is clearly swearing in person, slapping his face.

  Looking at Lu Bei's powerful strength, Peng Xinzhi almost died on the spot. No wonder the name of Tianjianzong is so familiar. It turns out that he is the descendant of the immortal sword master Qilijing.

  Yan Xiaoshuang's vision for choosing a Taoist partner did not disappoint him, he either didn't want it or wanted the best one.

  For a while, Peng Xinzhi, who was trying to straighten his body, was hunched over. He, the king of Beibei, couldn't restrain Bei at all.

   "Daoist Yin, let's go." Peng Xinzhi said lonely.

  There is no place for him here, it is better to leave.

   "Your Majesty, this is an extraordinary battle, almost comparable to King Zhaoqin Yan vs. Tian Mingzi, the master of swordsmanship. Wouldn't you regret it for the rest of your life if you leave this matter?" Yin Zhen was shocked.

  Peng Xinzhi thinks about it, and it really makes sense. Although he is not as good as Tianjianzong Lu Bei at the moment, who can tell clearly what will happen in the future.

  If he can gain something from watching this battle, and his cultivation base has greatly improved, he, the little king of Yan, might as well take down the word "little" and become the second king of Yan, Jiang Suxin.

   "Dare to ask Sect Master Lu, are you Zhao Qin Tian Mingzi?" Qi Shangdu asked.

   "It can't be said that Zhao Qin spent a lot of money, Tian Mingzi is Tian Mingzi, and has nothing to do with this Suzerain."

  Lu Beiqi said: "How did you know that?"

  「If so!」

  Peng Xinzhi's body is rickety, he straightened his back repeatedly, this time he is really tired.

   "Daoist Yin, I'm going to take a step first."

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