Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 748

  Peng Xinzhi left.

  Although Shaoshishan is big, there is no place for him to stay. He doesn't want to stay and take his own humiliation. It is the best choice to leave silently.

  Lu Bei is above him in terms of strength, inheritance, prestige, etc. This walk is a farewell, and there is no possibility of setting foot on Shaoshi Mountain in the future.

  King Xiaoyan is useless.

  King Zhenyan was persuaded by others, so he ascended.

  Having been king of Zhenbei for six hundred years, Peng Xinzhi only found out today that he had lived up to this name, and planned to return to the palace to write to the capital to change to a more auspicious name.

  By the way, prepare a hundred days of red envelopes.

  Five hundred years of persistence can't just be forgotten, at least you have to participate.

   King Zhenbei took his younger brother and left, because it was not important, the three people in the field didn't take it seriously, except Lu Bei who was a little regretful.

  The two spectators left early, and their appearance was greatly reduced.

  At this time, he didn't know that the audience who left was King Zhenbei. Rounding up, he lost billions.

   The situation is turbulent.

   All of them were condensed with sword intent, full of fighting spirit, centered on him, a strong will as thick as the sky rolled out.

  No matter how unbearable the space is, it collapses into a dark void.

  The moment the void was shattered, the bright sword light shot up into the sky, and everyone stepped into the darkness, and the majestic sword intent vented down.

  Feeling the mighty saber intent, Lu Bei narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sword intent burst forth and rushed forward.

  「Cut!」

  The swords and swords collided, and bright lights were everywhere.

  Lu Bei's body leaned forward, and while moving at high speed, his body suddenly elongated, his five fingers snapped together, and his fist marks burst into the void, crying ghosts and howling wolves.

  Fist prints were pressed horizontally, and all the clothes were making noises. Looking directly at the scorching white sword light, they felt boundless pressure rushing towards their faces.

  With the boundless edge of immortal sword intent, and an indescribable

   fierce?

   Is this what the Immortal Sword Intent looks like?

  Qi Shangdu was surprised, facing the Immortal Sword Intent for the first time, recalling the experience summed up after the defeat of his mentor, his palms suddenly raised.

   There was an imperceptible sound of the long knife being unsheathed, and the hazy light of the knife shone brightly.

  The light of the knife is like mercury, piercing the darkness and leaving white marks that linger for a long time;

  Like the moon in the water, the tyrannical will to turn the dark void into rippling lake surface already has some shadow of the unity of man and nature.

   "Good knife."

   Lu Bei's eyes lit up, and a fighting spirit boiled in his chest.

He didn't feel anything about Qishang, but he was very interested in Qishangdu's master and Qilijing. The two masters and apprentices are both masters of swordsmanship, and they also lost to the two suzerains of Tianjianzong. Isn't this a problem? good talk.

  He threw his fists upwards, shattering the light of the Shuiyue Dao in front of him, and shattering the sword lotus with his steps, splitting the surrounding void and leaving a series of criss-cross gullies.

  「Good sword!」

  Qi Shangdu's fighting spirit became more intense, and he flipped his sword in his hand, splitting the sky filled with sword light, swirling torrents and tsunami to submerge Lu Bei's location.

  In an instant, a fist strike came straight, overcoming the thorns and waves, with an unstoppable edge.

  Qi Shang was not in a hurry, keeping in mind the lessons learned by his mentor, he put his body together with his sword and turned his palms to meet him, and waited for an opportunity to turn defense into offense amidst the stormy sword power.

  Master said, facing the Immortal Sword Intent, head-to-head confrontation is definitely not the best strategy.

  No matter how mysterious your sword technique is, how profound your sword intent is, and how powerful your dao rhyme is, Immortal Sword Intent always has a coup de grace.

  The only possibility of defeating the Immortal Sword Intent is when the sword-wielder is unable to attack for a long time and reveals his flaws by changing his moves.

  The moment is very short, but as long as the knife holder seizes the opportunity, he can turn things around and win with one blow.

   Qi Shang all kept in mind the warning, replaced offense with defense, and resorted to

  Drag knife technique.

  In just a short moment, the sword and sword collided hundreds of times, Lu Bei couldn't help frowning, and his burning fighting spirit gradually turned cold.

   boring.

   This heavenly knife is nothing more than that, its fame is greater than its strength, and it has no aggressive edge at all.

  Zheng——

he

  A little under his feet, the scorching white halo around his body turned into arrogance, burning mana and stepping out, punching out with a cross arm.

  The opportunity is here!

  Qi Shangdu's eyes sparkled, and the knife in his hand was raised.

  The bright moon hangs high, and Zhi Gao is in the sky.

  The light of the bright knife rises ten thousand zhang, and then

  What's going on, is this the Immortal Sword Intent?

  Why is it different from what Master said?

  Before the sword light fell, Qi Shangdu flew out backwards because he was half a beat too slow and lost his facial perception.

  He kept in mind his teacher's teachings and grasped it, but he didn't grasp it.

   Lu Bei drank two sips of fresh milk, and the speed of riding Juechen was even more exaggerated. When the fighting spirit cooled down, the sword was only for experience, and with a flick of the arm, he accelerated to make up for a punch.

   In just a short moment, it is another hundred moves.

  Amidst the sound of clanging swords, black voids criss-crossed, and white awns visible to the naked eye split into gaps.

  In this criss-crossed void like a chessboard, the Heavenly Knife was full of flaws, showing a tendency to be crushed.

  Like his master, he practiced abandoning swordsmanship, took the path of the unity of human and sword, and never turned back on the road of extreme flow.

   As a result, the ordinary monks of the Mahayana period were cut in two in front of him.

   What's worse is that the Tiandao has lost its exquisite demeanor, and there is no way to speak of it. Facing the more extreme strong, there is almost no room to fight back.

  Boom! boom! boom--

  Lu Bei raised his hair, staggered facing the front, and Qi Shangdu, who dared to turn his back on him, stepped out sideways, adding a broken buttock to the flaws all over his body.

  [You defeated Qi Shangdu and gained 1 billion experience]

   There is no double, so your level is not high!

  Lu Bei didn't choose to kill, but it's a pity to see a mere one billion experience. Yan Xiaoshuang should bear the main responsibility for this pot.

  If she didn't take a sip of milk on her own initiative, the evaluation of defeat would have been higher.

  Thinking of this, Lu Bei looked at the monk in red: "Master has been waiting for a long time, the Heavenly Sword has been defeated, and it is your turn to pass away."

   "Amitabha Buddha."

  The red-clothed monk put his palms together, witnessed the disastrous defeat of Qi Shangdu, knew that he could not stop his supernatural powers, and began to stack his armor after chanting scriptures.

  The Zen sound was faint, and a gust of wind gradually rose in the void.

  But what the golden light blows is not compassion, but a sea of ​​thick and foul-smelling blood. In the roiling crimson, a golden Buddha slowly rises.

   In the sea of ​​filth and blood, the golden body is incorruptible.

   Lu Bei nodded secretly. This method seems to be strange, but it is similar to his "Eclipse Great Demon Buddha's Immeasurable Heart Sutra".

  Thinking of this, he was puzzled.

   Logically speaking, a monk with great compassion like the monk in red has long since abandoned fame and vanity, so he shouldn't be here.

  Qi Shang can be explained by the grievances and grievances of the previous generation. The red monk is obviously a bit redundant. Is it really because the elm's head is not clear and needs a fat beating to relax the tendons and activate the collaterals?

  At this moment, the strange pale face of the paper figurine flashed in his mind.

  Lu Bei still retains his original opinion, this mysterious person is very problematic.

   In the sky above the sea of ​​blood, the golden light of the glazed glass is immeasurable.

  As the monk in red recited scriptures, countless tadpole characters appeared on the golden body of the Buddha, and the profound meaning of Buddhism manifested, and the densely packed scriptures carried infinite golden light.

  It's like a big sun, dispelling the sea of ​​blood, and achieving a positive result.

  The Buddha nodded and smiled lightly, and slapped Yaoyao.

  「Om!」

  [You defeated the red monk and gained 1.2 billion experience. After judging the opponent's level, the difference is greater than 20 levels, and the reward is 1.2 billion experience]

   "The old boy is pretty good, I can't beat him without taking off his clothes."

  The void was shattered, and Lu Bei walked out with his upper body bare and swaying with two captives.

   Intuition tells Lu Bei that the two stand

  The Mahayana period monks at the peak of Wenliang, the strength is between equals, it is difficult to compare with one another. In the artistic conception of the Dao competition, the red monk wins, and in actual combat operations, the odds of winning are higher than those of the Dao of the Sword.

   But after fighting the two of them, he found that his intuition was not reliable at all. The Heavenly Knife was too watery, and there was a sharp blade in the air, so it was not at all comfortable to fight with hands tied.

  It was a waste of emotion, thanks to the fact that he still had a lot of expectations before.

   Thinking about it again, Lu Bei realized that abandoning the scriptures does a lot of harm to people, it is a walking cancer, and it will cause harm wherever it goes.

  The kendo master of the Wuliang Sword Sect was beaten until his sword heart collapsed, he abandoned his sword and turned to metaphysics;

  Qi Shangdu's master's prostitution skills, thought he had tasted the sweetness, and was forced to die by abandoning swordsmanship.

   "It's too pitiful. It's not like this suzerain. He is kind by nature, but he is so bad that he is frank."

  Lu Bei didn't bother to make a sound, and also dug a hole for people to jump into, hiding the Abandonment Sutra and tucked it in. After digging the hole, he stood by and watched the joke of the unlucky guy.

  He is different. He digs in person, forces the other person to jump in, and laughs in person.

  The gap between people is greater than that between humans and dogs, which made Lu Bei sigh. With such a **** as the Abandoned Sutra, he would be ashamed to call himself the suzerain of the Heavenly Sword Sect when he went out in the future.

  In the main hall of Fuyao Palace, Lu Bei threw down two captives and asked the nuns to take them down for entertainment.

  Use the most expensive quiet room and the most expensive aura, not seeking the best in everything, but only the most expensive, and wait for the two Mahayanas to recover from their injuries, and let them settle the bill by the way.

  The shadow of the famous tree, King Yan, Tiandao, and the monk in red, the three strong men fought to avoid their fame, and the exhausted hissing proved Lu Bei's strength.

   Ignoring the female disciples who were bowing their heads and whispering, the four elders were in the main hall, and they looked at Lu Bei differently.

  At the beginning, they were still a little surprised, wondering if the palace lord gave it too quickly, and brought back a little boy when they went out.

  Now I know why Yan Xiaoshuang can be the palace lord and they can only be elders.

   Stinkbug head and moth eyebrows, clever smile, beautiful eyes and hopeful eyes.

  Lu Bei was still a child, how could he stand such stares, he was really embarrassed to be looked at, so he smiled shyly, and gave an eye for an eye.

  Thick-skinned is also a supernatural power, no, forcibly staring at the four elders to cover their faces and leave.

  Yan Xiaoshuang: "."

  「Hey, Palace Mistress, you are here too, when will you come?」

   Lu Bei was surprised and said, "Why, the news spread so quickly, and you also know that the suzerain has just defeated the Heavenly Sword and the Red Monk?"

  「When will Sect Master Lu leave?」

"what?"

  「I asked Sect Master Lu when he would return to Wu Zhou!」

  Yan Xiaoshuang repeated it with a dark face, the palace lord has a precise vision, and knows that Lu Bei is a cancer, and it will cause harm wherever he goes.

  Fuyao Palace is small and cannot accommodate this big devil, so he just wants to send him away quickly.

   "No rush, we will discuss it later."

   Lu Bei frowned slightly. Something strange happened today, and he still had a few questions that he couldn't figure out.

  In order to prevent future troubles, he didn't want to bring the problem back to Wu Zhou.

  Yan Xiaoshuang's eyelids twitched, understood the meaning of the words, kept silent for a while, and asked Lu Bei to follow her to the boudoir.

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