The vitality around Ao Jiuyi was like a heavy rain.

The black dragon was making waves in the heavy rain.

The dragon head and bones behind him and the emerald green dragon horns exude a mysterious aura.

Wisps of breath fell into the body of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, causing his injuries to change and gradually get better.

The huge white dragon shadow behind Feng Zhuhe was bitten into pieces by Ao Jiuyi.

Feng Zhuhe held the long sword in his hand and stood where he was.

As her body filled with energy and blood, the look of surprise in her eyes became more intense.

"Dragon King..."

Feng Zhuhe looked at Ao Jiuyi with his vertical pupils in confusion.

Ao Jiuyi's eyes were hazy, but he had a clear intention to kill.

Just like when he wanted to use the dragon claw to hold the mysterious power and make Lu Jing fall to the ground.

But unlike just now, the naked murderous intent in Ao Jiuyi's eyes was not directed at Lu Jing.

The murderous intention is like a knife, taking care of the black scales on the body of the Dragon King of the East China Sea.

These black scales reflect the figure of the white dragon Fengzhuhe.

Qi Beishan, Wang Yangong and even the prince of the Eastern Lady Kingdom were also a little at a loss.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that Long and Lu Jing have a deep hatred.

Why does Ao Jiuyi want to help Lu Jing?" Wang Yangong's thoughts flashed.

The long harp in Qi Beishan's hand plays the sound of flowing water and high mountains, and the sound of deep sea and distant sky.

When the sound of the piano blew over the black dragon's true body, the famous man from Qi was shocked. A wisp of energy appeared and disappeared from Ao Jiuyi's body. An extremely weak energy floated out, went straight into the void and disappeared into the clouds. In the end, it disappeared

I don't know where I went.

"Is it because of the Dragon Slaying Platform?" Qi Beishan's pupils narrowed.

His eyes at this time were just like Qi Hanzhang and Gu Chenxiao in the valley.

Gu Chenxiao's eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty.

Qi Hanzhang held the dragon pen in his hand, his eyes filled with wonder.

"As my uncle said, this Lu Jing is not only a real scholar, but also a real strong man."

Qi Hanzhang met Lu Jing on the river road.

I originally thought that Lu Jing was just a genius with a good heart and a gentleman who read many classics.

But later, Lu Jing raised his sword in the middle of the river to slay dragons and killed people according to the stars, which made Qi Hanzhang see Lu Jing's happy side of revenge.

But today, outside Taixuanjing.

However, Qi Hanzhang clearly saw that Lu Jing had not only the spirit of scholarly business, but also the desire for pleasure and grudges.

He stood in the clouds, with the black dragon entrenched behind the Dragon King of the South China Sea in the distance, and he nodded and saluted Lu Jing.

Three hundred warriors riding tigers stood on the top of the mountain. The majestic energy and blood flowed from the men in black armor and merged with Lu Jing's weak aura!

At this moment, Lu Jing is still dressed as a scholar, but he has the air of a general and a domineering aura as if he wants to annex mountains and rivers!

"Dafu has no shortage of unparalleled geniuses...but there are only three or five young people like this in the entire Dafu..."

Qi Hanzhang's eyes were fierce.

He thought of the Marquis of Zhongshan who was awarded the title of Marquis for his military exploits, of Yu Dongshen who carried the three states of Anhui on his shoulders, and now he also thought of Shang Min, the sword-armored man in black who had been famous all over the world since he was a boy.

In addition, in Qi Hanzhang's opinion, when it comes to the fact that the entire Dafu comes from many surrounding countries, there are only a few who can compare with Lu Jing!

"But I don't know whether those Fu Immortals and Sword Immortals from the Five Cities on the Twelfth Floor can compare with Lu Jing."

Gu Chenxiao's clenched fists clenched even tighter.

He stood in front of the carriage, driven by Fan Yuan who had gone to Kongshan Lane to visit Lu Jing.

Fan Yuan also wore black armor like those warriors riding tigers.

He was sitting on the carriage, holding the reins of the two horses in his hands, and did not dare to look at Gu Chenxiao's back.

Gu Chenxiao's body has become thinner and thinner. From a distance, he looks like a white skeleton wrapped in a luxurious robe.

"The prince has a devil in his heart, but he meets a proud man who is not afraid of the devil.

It's good now that Tianjiao has become the devil's obsession, but in Taixuanjing, the devil is not only unable to do anything to Tianjiao, but is even frightened by the sword in Tianjiao's hand."

When Fan Yuan thought of this, he suppressed the look on his face again.

He didn't dare to let Gu Chenxiao see his sad expression.

The whites of Gu Chenxiao's eyes were full of blue bloodshot eyes, and his bright red lips were almost oozing with blood.

"Why? This scholar Lu Jing was born. He has never been in the army, has never seen the real atmosphere of a large army, and has never practiced the mysterious skills of battle formation. How can he be able to fuse his energy and blood with these three hundred tiger-riding troops?

In the battle formation!"

"He defeated the Dragon King of the East China Sea. He clearly exhausted his own energy and blood, and his body became an empty shell of energy and blood. How could he gather energy and blood with the help of these three hundred tiger-riding troops?"

"Scholar! Sword Armor! Duke! Now he is like an overlord! General!

Why is it that Lu Jing has taken up all the good things in the world?"

"I am Gu Chenxiao, the crown prince of Qi State, a true nobleman, and I will be in charge of Qi State in the future.

A person like me just took a few humble lives, so why should Lu Jing..."

Gu Chenxiao bit his lips, and bright red blood flowed from his lips.

His mind was filled with resentment and hatred, as if he wanted to eat Lu Jingsheng alive.

But just when he was hysterical.

Lu Jing, who was walking towards the righteous Taixuanjing, seemed to have noticed his gaze.

The young prince lowered his head as usual and looked at Gu Chenxiao.

In an instant.

The thoughts in Gu Chenxiao's mind stopped instantly.

The evil prince of Qi State suddenly felt a sharp sword energy coming out of Lu Jing's eyes.

The martial arts spirit brewed by Gu Chenxiao collided with Lu Jing's soul sword energy.

Click!

There was a crisp sound.

Gu Chenxiao's martial arts spirit, which was born from worshiping demons, was shattered almost instantly.

He stared at Lu Jing in shock. Blood was flowing from his seven orifices. Severe pain came from his internal organs, instantly draining all Gu Chenxiao's strength.

The once arrogant prince of Qi fell down.

Fan Yuan on the carriage turned into an afterimage with quick eyes and quick hands to support Gu Chenxiao.

"Mr. Jing Guo, my master is the prince of Qi after all. Why do you indiscriminately..."

Fan Yuan was a subject and his master was humiliated, but he was still worthy of his status and the black armor he wore, and even dared to raise his head and question Lu Jing.

Lu Jing glanced at Fan Yuan and just shook his head: "The ancient prince also wants to be like this famous scholar in Qi, blocking my way and cutting off my ambitions. Naturally, I can't favor one and treat him the other. I have to give him some respect."

Fan Yuan's face turned red and he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

What kind of cultivation level does Lu Jing have today?

Gu Chenxiao had just recovered from his injury, so how could he dare to block his way?

He was about to question.

But Lu Jing thought to himself and said: "The ancient prince is staying safely in Hengshan Mansion, which is a good thing for me to conquer Taixuanjing, and for King Qi Yuan of Qi State..."

"If he wanders around Xuandu every day, he will inevitably be burdened by the demons in his heart.

Lu... would inevitably draw his sword and kill him.

General Fan Yuan, take him back to Hengshan Mansion and he will not be allowed to leave the mansion within a year."

"Another year?" Fan Yuan's expression gradually calmed down: "The last time Mr. Lu Jing was accused of Hengshan Mansion, it was because Hengshan Mansion made a mistake first. Is Mr. Lu Jing a legal authority?

I wonder why Mr. Lu Jing wants to offend Hengshan Mansion today? Is it a crime to come to this valley to enjoy the flowers and go for an outing?"

The sound of the piano gurgling.

The artistic conception is ups and downs, just like the falling poplars and their crows, and the crescent moon shines in the sky, and a few points of light fall.

But whether it is the settling of poplar flowers or the brilliance of the crescent moon.

It is mixed with wisps of magical energy and bits of mysterious magic.

The crescent moon fell to the ground and turned into a sharp sword energy.
To be continued...