The figure in ink clothes gathered by the clouds and mist stands in the sky. The ink-colored ruler is measured by the raging fire ravine. It absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in all directions. In a few breaths, it becomes wider than the raging fire ravine.

"Martial arts are vulgar, and the name of my skill is - patching the sky!" Meng Zhong said scornfully, looking at the sky through his eyes gathered by clouds and mist.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the ink ruler firmly blocked the raging ravine.

Half of Youzhou felt the vibration from the sky, and countless people looked up to the sky and knelt down, thinking that it was a natural disaster.

At this moment, Chu Chu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes. He fell down with his fists and looked haggard. He came to Lu Xing and whispered in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this person is at least a Confucian cultivator in the Taoist Realm. Unless he is...

At the price of Dao's death, otherwise I will not be his opponent."

Taking action from thousands of miles away, just a virtual image left the warriors at the top of the mountain helpless. What is the origin of Qi Mu's master? Meng Zhong? Why have I never heard of this name in Confucian books... Lu Xing thought in his mind,

Patting Chu Chu's shoulder, he showed a reassuring smile and said: "Third uncle, don't worry. I haven't fallen into a desperate situation yet. The eldest sister once left a sword energy in me."

In the sky, Meng Zhong waved his hand to calm down the thunderclouds, and the flickering merit and luck in them finally revealed their true colors.

A seal made of ink jade, with a ghost-like head and the word "Northern Emperor" engraved at the bottom.

"What is this? That's all. All the cause and effect are caused by you, so you have to bear the responsibility yourself." Meng Zhong waved his sleeves lightly, and the seals and merits and fortunes all fell on Qi Mu's head, and Qi Mu's whole body was filled with awe-inspiring aura.

It solidifies at an astonishing speed.

"Are you still waiting? If you wait any longer, you won't be able to kill him easily. That seal is not simple." The childish voice of Benming Jianqi sounded in Lu Xing's Niwan Palace. His tone was cold, as if he was very dissatisfied with Lu Xingmoji's character.

.

"If Qi Mu reaches the half-step Confucian realm because of this, will you and I be able to fight?" Lu Xing asked in his mind.

"Yes. It's just that it's difficult to control the strength. If you don't let the sword energy spread violently, the person you want to protect may be in danger." The original sword energy said calmly.

Lu Xing didn't ask any more questions, as long as he could still kill. His attention was no longer on Qi Mu. The virtual image in black ink in the sky made him speculate: Sun Qi's soul was destroyed by the thunder, so was it possible for him to take action?

Is it Meng Zhong?

Lu Xing took steps and walked out from behind Chu Chu. However, after only three steps, a huge pressure fell, as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around him was repelling him.

"You...you forced Confucianism and Taoism to take action? In that case, I have to thank you." Meng Zhong's eyes fell on Lu Xing, his words were slightly confused.

Lu Xing raised his head, looked at Meng Zhong calmly, and asked calmly: "So, it seems that Qi Mu is your disciple?"

"Yes." Meng Zhong looked at Lu Xing, then looked at the ancient temple high in the sky and said, "You are very special. You must be the master of this sword."

Lu Xing nodded, with infinite power hidden in his plain tone: "I am not only the master of the sword, but I also want to use this sword to kill Qi Mu today!"

The words were like a bolt from the blue, causing everyone present to change. No one could have imagined that Lu Xing would dare to challenge the figure in front of him who could block the way of heaven by raising his hands and could very well ascend to the virtual image of a Confucian saint. Everyone looked at Lu Xing

In addition to being shocked, I am even more impressed!

Meng Zhong was stunned for a moment, opened his big mouth, and said with a smile: "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you want to kill my disciple? Do you think I can't kill you?"

The sky immediately became a little darker, and dark clouds came from all around, covering the entire sky like waves of water. When Meng Zhong said this, the color of the sky and the earth changed!

The violent voice of Benming Sword Qi resounded in Lu Xing's Niwan Palace: "Can you please stop trying so hard! If I hadn't used my sword Qi to resist the remaining power of heaven and earth for you just now, I would have destroyed your physical body just by the pressure.

Shattered.”

"Lu Xing! Don't forget that you are no longer a monk in the Dan Bao realm, and you don't have a physical body like Chu Chu."

The roar of the natal sword energy seemed to be in Lu Xing's ears. Lu Xing squinted his eyes, and his face seemed to be enjoying something. He said calmly with his thoughts: "I am not, am I here for you? Sister..."

"Click!" Two voices came out of their hearts in unison. The natal sword energy was silent, but Lu Xing's eyes seemed to be filled with tears. He was sure that his sister must be by his side:

Back then, I ran to Longhu Mountain in anger. Although my sister didn't agree, she secretly sent me away.

But now, I am walking down the mountain, being plotted by others, and being deceived by Zhongzi. Sister, how could she, Lu Shuang, just sit idly by and watch!

"Where are you? Why can't Xiaoqing find you? Why do others say you are missing? Even Chu Chu is unwilling to mention you to me. Why should the responsibility of Beidi be placed on me alone?

I've said before that the Northland is yours, not mine!" Lu Xing kept roaring in his heart. The thing he was most worried about these past few days down the mountain was actually not himself, but Lu Shuang, who still had no news.

"How did you guess..." The voice of "Born Sword Qi" sounded in Lu Xing's heart. Although it was immature, it was full of tenderness: "I thought Chu Chu would come to pick you up, and you have Longhu Mountain to rely on.

You will be able to return to Xuejin City safely, but I didn’t expect... you can be so tormented!"

"Benming Jianqi"'s tone was a little aggravated, as if he hated iron and said, "Don't cry. I, a man in Xuejin City, cannot show my cowardice in front of others."

"In this world, as long as the Master of the Dao is still alive, there will be no sword energy and Dao Yun that can give birth to spiritual wisdom," Lu Xing thought to himself, "Sister, where have you been?"

"Looking back, there is still a formidable enemy at the moment. Let me help you defeat the enemy first!" The voice of "Born Sword Qi" was childish, but it had more vigor.

Above the clouds, Meng Zhong frowned slightly. The sword energy in the ancient temple was a bit extraordinary. In terms of power, it might be able to poke holes in the avenue. Meng Zhong turned his hand and mobilized a sea of ​​clouds, turning into an unparalleled giant hand towards the land.

Xing grabbed him. From Meng Zhong's point of view, it didn't matter how strong the sword was, he could definitely deal with the weak Lu Xing first.

Seeing that Meng Zhong was about to attack Lu Xing, Chu Chu quickly walked up to Lu Xing, and with a fist like a rainbow, he struck at the giant hand falling from the sky. There was endless edge hidden in the fist, and the sharp wind of the fist scattered the clouds and mist.

Seeing this, Meng Zhong felt a little impatient. It would have taken a lot of effort for his spiritual consciousness to spread thousands of miles, and warriors at the top of the mountain had always resisted beatings. If he couldn't find a way to solve the weird sword, he wouldn't have helped Qi Mu solve it.

Danger.

The clouds and mist surged in his hand, and two golden dragons condensed from Haoran's righteousness flew out of the clouds and attacked Chu Chu.

Chu Chu jumped up and fought with the two dragons in the air. A punch in his hand could scatter countless righteousness, and even tear out countless holes in the clouds and mist.

"The power of the fist is ten, and I give twelve points. Where does the two come from? It is to make the world think there are two!" "Benming Sword Qi" said in his heart: "This is the boxing way of Chu Chu, but it is a pity that this way is too

Domination, no one has walked out of this way since ancient times. Even the most similar Wangba Boxing is a bit less meaningful. Therefore, Chu Chu cannot combine the boxing with the way, and it is even difficult to step into the eighth martial arts.

Lou - the realm of the Heaven-Slaying Man."

"Does my sister think that Third Uncle can beat me?" Lu Xing asked in his mind.

"No, Chu Chu's avenue is blocked. In terms of means, he can't defeat the Confucian people. I guess I have to take action," "Benming Sword Qi" replied with his heart, and his tone was a little more serious: "Let me talk to you first.

, once it is up to me to take action, I cannot guarantee that I can accurately control the force when killing Meng Zhong's virtual image and Qi Mu. If there is a mistake, the two beautiful beauties you raised in the frame will be hanging.

Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will end up with your appearance completely ruined."

Lu Xing's eyes flickered slightly. She knew that what her sister said was a joke, but she was as ashamed as when she was a child and watched other girls taking a bath and was accidentally discovered by her sister.

"Sister, listen to me. They are friends I met in Jiacheng. They stayed with me only because of our affinity." Lu Xing quickly explained with his heart. The reason he found was unconvincing, but in a hurry

It is my best to think of these.

"Original Sword Qi" said coldly, but his voice was quite childish and made people feel chilled: "I'm not kidding you, all I have left on the sword Qi is a split soul, and I cannot control the sword Qi perfectly.

But if we use our full strength, I'm afraid innocent people will be hurt."

At this moment, Chu Chu and Meng Zhong in the sky decided the winner. The two golden dragons were beaten to pieces by Chu Chu, revealing countless ink characters as skeletons inside. Meng Zhong's right hand looked up to the sky, and a golden dragon spread across the sky.

The net fell.

Chu Chu fought and retreated, as if he was planning to escape from the golden net. The golden dragons fighting with him on both sides, regardless of their injuries, held Chu Chu tightly like two chains.

The golden net fell immediately, and the world seemed to be fixed at this moment. No matter how sharp Chu Chu's fists were, he could not escape from the golden space that trapped him.

Meng Zhong finally held Chu Chu behind after a lot of effort. Then he looked at Lu Xing below and shouted: "You are the mastermind of today's incident. If you want to trap and kill my disciple, you even asked a martial artist from the top of the mountain to take action."

, to suppress others with strength.”

Lu Xing smiled slightly. With his sister sitting in charge, he felt more confident and asked, "Why don't you, sir? Only the winner deserves to be fair. This is true in the world, and even more so in the world."

"The words are rough and the reason is not rough. It is rare to have such a sensible person. In this case, let's keep our lives." Meng Zhong smiled instead of being angry. He pushed up a cloud mountain with his right hand and sent it to the nine heavens to receive countless punishments.

Thunder pouring.

"Wait!" Two figures, one thin and one fat, ran up to Lu Xing. It was Zhang Ming and Yan San, followed by two warriors from the Duanjiang Realm who followed tremblingly, as if they were afraid of the man on the cloud.

Throw down the thunder punishment.

"Sir, wait a minute, Lu Xing can't kill him! He is the prince of the North and the young city lord of Xuejin City! Sir, with his Confucianism and righteousness, do you want the world to be in chaos?" Yan San shouted at the top of his voice, and even coughed twice.

Vomited two mouthfuls of blood.

"Yes, sir, you are kind. Please forgive Brother Lu, and give the people of the world a chance to save Youzhou and Beiland from the suffering of ruined lives and broken mountains and rivers." Zhang Ming sang along and knelt on the ground, his eyes wide.

Tears trickled down.

The two warriors from the Duanjiang Realm looked at each other and quickly knelt down and howled, but the shouts were particularly unpleasant.

"You... this must be the friend you made in the capital. It's really embarrassing." The voice of "Benming Sword Qi" was a little slow.
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