Chapter 219 Xuanyi Sword Armor, Unparalleled in the World

The jade rainbow shines through the sun, and the sword energy shoots into the sky.

Divine magic, the two white deer swords traveled hundreds of miles, cut through the sky, and brought up a piece of light that shot into the sky!

The Qi of the majestic sword shot straight into Niu Dou and went straight up into the sky.

Lu Jing stepped on the sword light and was here in just an instant.

At this moment, the two famous swords in the world, Shen Shu and White Deer, kept circling around Lu Jing's body, like a yellow dragon flying and a jade dragon neighing.

The surrounding mountains continued to shake, and thousands of sword lights arrived in an instant, turning into a sword curtain that stood between Nan Lao Guogong and Nan Fengmian.

These two sword lights were too fast. They were guided by Lu Jing's sword energy, and mixed with many magical immortal powers. In addition, these two swords were world-renowned swords. The swords were sharp and sharp.

A touch of sword intent and sword light arose, and there was an unimaginable concentration of vitality, as if it could kill Geng Geng Xinghe!

Appear in front of the sword curtain!

The strong man in Taixuan Jing finally knew why Tianxia Sword Armor would lend his sword to Lu Jing.

Prince Yu Zhuoxian, wearing a golden sword, is sitting in the high hall of the East Palace, with radiance in his eyes.

"Now that I think about it, I once sent a letter from the master of Blackstone Hall to Lu Jing. Lu Jing once promised me that he would take action twice."

"Earned it?"

Yu Zhuoxian seemed to see a new leader rising. Maybe one day, Lu Jing would truly become the tenth leader in the world.

Seeing the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou frowning in Su Mansion, he was originally surprised as to why Li Guanlong was nowhere to be seen after he shot an arrow.

"Shaozhuguo has his own thoughts. He has fought with Lu Jing before and knows that Lu Jing's swordsmanship talent is unparalleled in Taixuanjing. With White Deer and magical skills in Lu Jing's hands, his arrow can't bring any benefits, Shao Zhu.

Zhu Guo...is waiting."

When Yu Xuanlou was thinking about this, his eyes suddenly reflected a fairyland.

But I saw him twisting his fingers, as if he had picked out a magical power from the fairyland reflected in his double eyes.

The magical power was dotted with little rays of light, and the rays of light fell and blended into the void silently.

There was no trace of the Seventh Prince's breath on it.

"Forcibly practicing the magic technique, the Two White Deer Swords, Lu Jing Yuan Shen has reached the limit. In this case, let me and Shaozhu Guo add some straw."

The sword curtain spread across the sky.

Lu Jing walked out of the sword light, his body emitting a certain kind of light.

Whether it was the cold sword light radiating from the two swords or the sword curtain rising into the sky, they completely separated Nan Lao Guogong and Nan Fengmian.

Nan Fengmian's eyes flashed, looking at Lu Jing's back, a smile appeared on his lips.

There were many emotions in his eyes, including reluctance and even a bit of gratitude.

But then, those gratitudes completely dissipated and became a matter of course!

"As expected of me, Nan Fengmian's adopted brother!"

Nan Fengmian put his hands on his hips and laughed, ignoring the severe pain from the hideous wound on his right shoulder.

Lu Jing was a little helpless and was about to speak.

Nan Fengmian turned his hands and took out another pot of bamboo leaf greens.

He was very fond of Bamboo Leaf Green and drank alcohol every day, eight out of ten times.

As he was about to leave today, Nan Fengmian flicked his fingers and the cork of the wine bottle flew up. He drank heavily and drank half of the fine wine.

Then he threw up the wine bottle in his hand, and a stream of vitality turned into a breeze, carrying the wine in front of Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was slightly startled, then turned around when he saw Nan Fengmian seeing Lu Jing taking the wine flask.

The moment he turned around, Nan Fengmian looked at Lu Jing with a look of reluctance.

He also saw Qian Xiushui with three hundred sword lights rising across the sky, and Nan Heyu who had always followed him when he was a child.

Nan Xuehu's cultivation is not enough. Even though Yuelongshan is a famous horse, it is hundreds of miles away from Taixuanjing.

He was worried about Nan Fengmian's safety, so he came in a hurry, but he was still far away from here.

Finally, Nan Fengmian waved his hand with his back to Lu Jing, and another breeze blew by. Nan Fengmian rode the breeze and flew away. In an instant, he was already several miles away.

Duke Nanlao put his hands behind his back and frowned.

The raging sword curtain from Shenshu and Bailu was still shining in the void, and Lu Jing was standing not far away.

However, Nanlao Guogong stopped taking action.

He looked at Lu Jing in front of him and saw the magic. The two white deer swords soared around Lu Jing, circling and glowing. It was as if these two swords were not famous swords that shocked the world. The sword energy was high and the sword intent was flying across the sky.

Whether it is sword energy or sword intention, they are all dominated by the light-supporting sword energy developed by Lu Jing.

The giant yue on Nanlao Guogong's body gradually melted away. He was a strong man with nine elements in one, and he was only one step away from the realm of human and immortal. If he took action forcefully, he might be able to smash the sword curtain in front of him.

But Duke Nan suddenly remembered Lu Jing's past.

"If you think about it carefully, Lu Jing is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Feng Mian insists on leaving. Lu Jing is willing to stop me at the cost of his soul being destroyed. However, there is a sworn brother-in-law relationship between the two."

Nan Lao Guo Gong thought this in his mind. He raised his head and looked at Lu Jing. Lu Jing's face was as determined as ever. Even though the soul behind him was illuminated by Nan Lao Guo Gong Ju Yue's energy and blood, the cracks became more and more obvious.

Unmoving as a mountain.

The Duke, who had experienced the spiritual tide, suddenly remembered his former self.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and he was about to ask Lu Jing. If he stopped him today and allowed Nan Fengmian to leave, he would not be afraid that Nan Fengmian would die in the south and in Qi State.

But in a moment, Duke Nan Fengmian looked at him again.

When the sword curtain appeared, Nan Fengmian seemed to feel relieved, which was also mixed with gratitude to Lu Jing.

Then Duke Nan Laoguo realized that he didn't know as much about the sixth son as Lu Jing did.

"It's a foregone conclusion?"

Duke Nan Lao Guo looked at the sword curtain in front of him and thought in his mind.

"I didn't expect that I, half buried in the earth, would be stopped by a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. There are very few people in Taixuanjing who are four decades old who can rival Lu Jing."

Nanlao Guogong was silent, thinking this in his heart.

In the small pavilion of the library, Luo Shubai looked at the scene in the void that was transformed by the vitality of the young man in black clothes. He looked at Lu Jing standing in the void with divine magic and a white deer accompanying him, and finally understood why Nan He Yu had such a phenomenon.

The look in his eyes just now showed some understanding of what his master said before he entered Xuandu.

"In every era, there are countless geniuses in Taixuan Capital. It will be good for you to enter Taixuan Capital and witness these geniuses."

The mark of a long sword was looming in the eyebrows of Xuan Yi's Tianxia Sword Armor. It was obvious that he admired Lu Jing very much. He saw the magic and the white deer flying around Lu Jing, and there was still a smile on his face.

He is a senior swordsman. Among all the swordsmen in the world, the sword master of Qi is nothing in his eyes. Only Mr. Four of the Library can gain his respect.

But today, when he entered Taixuanjing again, he saw a young man who could be called a swordsman wizard rising like the rising sun.

"A young man holding a sword will one day be able to move in all directions, that's good."

Xuanyi Jianjia opened his mouth to praise.

Kuangren Chu beside him had some worry in his eyes. On the fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower, Mr. Guanqi, who rarely wrote, was writing and drawing on a piece of straw paper.

There was also worry in his eyes.

The better Lu Jing is, the faster his cultivation will improve, and the closer he will be to becoming a chess piece for the Immortal Slayer.

"Be more prepared."

Mr. Guanqi's pen and ink are flying, and the universe is empty. The fragrance of his pen and ink lingers in the tower of self-cultivation, and then fades away.

Suddenly, he coughed several times and his face became darker and darker.

After the Parrot Island, he lived for many more years, preserving the library, allowing the knowledge in the library to enter the Northern Qin Dynasty, and preventing the Qin fire in the Northern Qin from burning all the books in the world.

At this moment, Mr. Guanqi's life seems to have come to an end. The three stars in the sky are shining and falling on the self-cultivation tower, waiting for the day when Mr. Guanqi's body will disappear.

"Instead of living a few more years, it is better to leave a genius in this world."

Mr. Guanqi thought so in his mind.

When the three stars in the sky shone with starlight, Xuanyi Jianjia and Chu Kuangren all looked at the self-cultivation tower. Jianjia was thoughtful, while Chu Kuangren only glanced at the self-cultivation tower and then lowered his head, unable to bear to look at it any more.

A place in the library where flowers bloom.

Mr. Eleven and Qing Yue were loosening the soil of a plant with black flowers in full bloom.

Qing Yue was serious and meticulous, but suddenly she noticed that Mr. Eleven, who was rolling up his sleeves next to him, was sluggish.

Qingyue raised her head in confusion and saw Mr. Eleven lowering his head, his delicate face buried in the shadows.

Qingyue couldn't see clearly, but she was thoughtful and vaguely noticed that Mr. Eleven was a lot depressed.

"Teacher..." Qing Yue whispered softly.

Mr. Eleven shook his head: "Continue."

With reluctance, Nan Fengmian's figure disappeared into the distance.
To be continued...