When the murderous aura was desolate, rain suddenly fell in Shenxu, bringing with it an indescribable coldness. It fell suddenly before the sun had risen.
The lead-black clouds gathered and collided, and then the bright electric light was like a giant python tumbling in the sea of clouds, setting off a tsunami between the clouds and rain.
In the Shenxu Mountains, the water is dense, but murderous intent is hidden.
The full strength of Lu Xuanlou and Gong Shujun’s hand was enough to make the disciples of the Immortal Sect, the warriors of Jianghu and the great Wei warriors immortal. The warriors ran hastily away from this battlefield, then The adjacent trees are now like cages for trapped animals under the cover of clouds.
Beside the battlefield, Jian Meng, who was ready to go, was also shocked by this sudden change.
She has experienced the power of Lu Xuan Tower firsthand. Ten thousand warriors and dozens of three giants are helpless. But now Gong Shujun alone can fight with Lu Xuan Tower. This is not her fault. within the calculation.
Heavy rain poured down from the sky and the earth, spiritual power was raging in the Shenxu Mountains, and amid thunder and lightning, the high-pitched shouts of the Taoist soldiers resounded sharply throughout the fields, carrying a bloody killing atmosphere.
When the sword energy hit, the trees fell to the ground one by one. When the sword light hit, the ground began to crack inch by inch.
But for some unknown reason, Lu Xuanlou did not use the endless spiritual weapons. He only used two Taoist weapons to attack the Tianyue Blade. The sound of gold and iron was like an iron horse, destroying everything along the way.
During the dying weeks of the battlefield, countless warriors were frightened by this astonishing momentum and turned pale, retreating step by step. Some people were accidentally caught in the light of the sword and died.
From time to time there were violent collisions ahead, making a deafening sound. Rain fell on Jian Meng's body, and the goose-yellow sword clothes were close to her delicate body, revealing an alluring arc.
Jian Meng was completely unaware of this. She clenched her long sword tightly in her jade hands and stared at Lu Xuanlou intently.
In the eyes of everyone, Gong Shujun and Lu Xuanlou were equally matched, but in Jian Meng's eyes, Lu Xuanlou had the upper hand.
Lu Xuanlou’s biggest trump card is the countless spiritual soldiers. At this moment, Lu Xuanlou has not used this trump card. Moreover, Lu Xuanlou is coming with menacing force. Jianmeng has reason to suspect that Lu Xuanlou is still there. There are other trump cards. Maybe when Lu Xuanlou reveals all his trump cards, Gong Shujun will be defeated.
It has to be said that the Donghuang Tianjiao is amazingly powerful and cannot be easily defeated by Lu Xuanlou.
After fighting with Gong Shujun for a long time, Lu Xuanlou never gained any advantage. If it went on for a long time, he would be unable to do anything to Gong Shujun.
When Lu Xuanlou came this time, he never had the intention of suppressing the geniuses of the East Wilderness, but he had the intention of killing the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the warriors of the martial arts.
After fighting with Gong Shujun for a long time, it is not advisable to delay further. With this thought, Lu Xuanlou forced Gong Shujun to retreat. The arsenal of heaven was opened, and countless spiritual soldiers emerged behind him, aiming at the disciples of the Immortal Sect and the martial arts warriors. .
Just when Lu Xuanlou was about to take action, a white shadow appeared like a ghost, and Lu Xuanlou’s Jian Meng, who had been on guard, took action
The overwhelming rain came.The moment Bai Ying appeared, he was pulled by the sword energy and shot out in the direction of Lu Xuan Tower.
In the heavy rain, a beam of white light rose from in front of Jian Meng, spanning the battlefield. Wherever the white light passed, the raindrops were illuminated brightly. It seemed that every drop of rain contained The grand light reflects thousands of fierce murderous intentions.
A white rainbow passed through the air, and as the sword energy spurted out, the sound of the sword was clear and clear. The distance of several hundred feet was only a moment away.
Lu Xuanlou’s pupils shrank, and the strange purple light in his eyes could not escape.
Lu Xuanlou cursed secretly in his heart, thinking that these geniuses of the immortal sect are really amazing, neither Gong Shujun nor Jian Meng are ordinary people
After a quick weighing After that, Lu Xuanlou chose not to dodge or avoid, and faced the difficulties
The heavy rain was heavy, the sky clouds burst, and in the center of the battlefield, two figures, one black and one white, had already begun to wrestle.
The sword light enveloped the heavy rain, like a white dragon; the spiritual soldiers surged forward, like a black dragon, with sword energy running horizontally and murderous intent raging. Wherever it affected, the bluestone trees were blown away by the violent spiritual energy, and in terror It turned into powder under the squeeze of the force.
Lu Xuanlou pulled away and looked at Jian Meng in shock. She used her sword energy to shatter the long dragon of spiritual soldiers. This woman was unexpectedly powerful.
Lu Xuanlou didn’t even see clearly whether it was Jian Meng who set off the sword light, or whether the sword energy swayed her figure. Looking from a distance, he could only see the beauty as snow and the sword energy as frost.
"Is this Jianmeng?"
Gong Shujun is also a little crazy. Although Jianmeng ranks seventh on the martial arts list, she and Yan Chenyu are called the Shuangshu of the East Wasteland. He is regarded as a first-class figure second only to the three heroes of Donghuang, and is above all the geniuses.
As both women, Gong Shujun admitted that she did not talk about Jian Meng and Yan Chenyu, so she criticized them a lot. At this moment, watching Jian Meng draw the sword, she had no objections, only admiration.
"It comes like thunder and then calms down its wrath, and ends up like the clear light of the river and sea, good swordsmanship"
Lu Xuanlou blurted out, this sword really surprised Lu Xuanlou.
The First Sword Sect, the First Sword Sutra
Three thousand years ago, the demon clan was still the overlord of the Kyushu world, and the human race was bullied.
There was an elegant human sword cultivator in white clothes, who claimed to be the best swordsman in Kyushu. He once entered the demon land with his sword and killed more than a dozen celestial demons, running rampant.
Later, he broke through the sky of Kyushu with one sword, leaving behind a sword scripture, and then he became an immortal.
This Sword Sutra is the First Sword Sutra. It has always been the best swordsmanship in the Eastern Wasteland, and even the first in the human race. It is also the foundation for the First Sword Sect to settle down and live. , just like the Overlord Fist is to Zhenwu Sect.
The spiritual energy between heaven and earth vibrated, and the rain all over the sky was shattered by the impact of the sword energy. It floated in the sword energy, evaporated hissingly, and turned into mist that poured into the sky.
Over the Shenxu, looking from a distance at this moment, countless tiny sword auras cut through the mist, like white rainbows hanging in the sky, intertwining into the shape of snow-white lotus flowers. And at the position of the stamen, a little cold light lit up, and the goose yellowThe woman in sword clothes shot through the air like a ray of sword light, and the snow-white lotus flower formed by the intertwined sword energy shattered instantly, like dots of starlight gathering together, and finally attached to the body of the woman in goose yellow sword clothes.
This scene is like thousands of streams flowing into the river, converging into a fierce torrent, rushing into the sea in an unstoppable manner.
At this moment, Lu Xuanlou complained endlessly. Before the sword was used, he was locked early.
Countless spiritual soldiers fell, like a thick sky curtain, across the front of Lu Xuanlou, blocking the sword.
The sword light arrived in an instant, and so did the woman in goose-yellow sword clothes. The long sword landed on the thick sky, just like falling on tofu, moving forward instantly and unstoppable.
Lu Xuanlou retreated, and the sky curtains fell one after another, and the sky curtains were torn apart. The woman in the goose-yellow sword dress kept moving forward.
After a long time, the sword finally gave up, and so did the woman in the goose-yellow sword dress.
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