Lu Xuanlou’s right arm was like a dragon coming out of the sea, and his fist mark was like the dragon’s open bloody mouth. He hit Wenxi’s shoulder hard, making a crisp clicking sound. At the same time, Wenxi’s sword energy swept across, Lifting Lu Xuanlou away, he saw that Lu Xuanlou's body was split into countless cracks and his flesh and blood were blurred.
Wen Xi sighed and said, "Awesome, for such a giant in the Nirvana realm, if we look at the past and the future, I'm afraid we will never find another being who can compete with you, Lu Xuanlou."
Lu Xuanlou's hair was disheveled, his body was covered in blood, and he was miserable and embarrassed, but he seemed to be completely unfazed, his eyes were stern, and his blood was boiling like a dragon.
"Now that we have reached this point, there is no need to be secretive. Let me see how powerful your Great Sword Immortal is."
Lu Xuan Lou's voice sounded, and he stepped out in the air. Although his black shirt was stained with blood, his body was covered with wounds, and his fists were ulcerated, his expression was calm and calm, and there was always a calmness that never changed in the slightest. That profound In his eyes, there is also a murderous intention, which has never been extinguished, and is getting stronger and stronger.
"Yes"
Wen Xi nodded slightly and uttered a word from her lips. Then, her whole body's energy suddenly changed drastically.
Wen Xi closed his eyes and opened them, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then a bright moon rose deep in his eyes, and wisps of ethereal fairy light appeared around Wen Xi's figure, setting off the Wenxi is like a fairy in the moon, standing high in the sky, looking at the earth from the sky.
And Wenxi's aura also changed quietly. Under the moonlight and fairy light, the injuries all over her body were healing at an astonishing speed.
Such a change made Mo Fo miserable and Jing Miao change their expressions. The two quarreled and almost wanted to run away.
The three of them took action one after another and exhausted all their strength to make Wenxi extremely weak. At this moment, it seemed that all their previous efforts had been wasted.
Although no one knows how much sword energy Wenxi has recovered, they probably know in their hearts that Wenxi is stronger than ever before.
Lu Xuanlou’s eyes were focused, but he was not surprised. He seemed to have expected that a great swordsman would have some incredible methods. Isn’t this a matter of course?
"Please Please teach me"
Lu Xuanlou slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. When he clenched his fists, purple flames appeared out of thin air. They followed Lu Xuanlou's arms and spread to his whole body. Wherever the purple flames passed, , Lu Xuanlou's injuries also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. By the time the purple flames covered his body, Lu Xuanlou was already at his peak state, with unprecedented power, like an emperor in fire, dominating the world.
Lu Xuanlou still punched in a martial arts posture, with great force and heavy force, like a mountain moving sideways, swift and domineering.
This punch was nothing fancy and could not be more simple, but Lu Xuanlou showed an air of dominating the world and dominating the world with his fists.
Wen Xi did not dodge, nor would he give in. He swung his sword and tried his best to strike Lu Xuanlou head-on.
Just for a moment, accompanied by a deafening explosion, Lu Xuanlou flew out upside down, and his body was broken and cracked with countless blood marks.
Mofo Misery and Jing Miao became tense as never before, their hands and feet were cold, how could they fight?
"A martial artist can defeat ten masters with one force, and a swordsman can break through ten thousand techniques with one sword. Your boxing skills are better than Your swordsmanship is superb, but even so, if you strike as a martial artist, you will definitely not be my opponent. If you strike as a swordsman, you may still have a chance of winning."
Lu Xuanlou did not. The killing power of the natal flying sword is far from the peak, and it is not considered a true swordsman, so the fist is higher than the sword. However, Lu Xuanlou has three thousand sword lights, which is extremely killing. It is indeed serious injuries and even beheadings. Possibility of creek.
However, if Lu Xuanlou cannot take someone like Wenxi by surprise and kill him with one strike, he will be completely defeated. So since these three thousand sword lights are Lu Xuanlou's last trump card, It must not be used lightly.
"Since the punch is higher than the sword, I'd better punch."
Lu Xuanlou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although he was seriously injured, his expression remained the same as before. The ancient well has no waves.
Lu Xuanlou raised his right arm, swinging it like a long whip, and smashed it out. A bright fist burst out with the sound of wind and thunder, and Lu Xuanlou's body was like a sharp arrow. , directly cut through the sky, and rushed towards Wenxi.
Lu Xuanlou's punches were extremely fast, devastating and unstoppable, but Wen Xi still refused to dodge. As she waved her sword clothes, the sword energy turned into a heavy sword curtain and rose across the sky. .
A layer of sword curtains stacked together, like insurmountable chasms, lay in front of Lu Xuanlou.
The next moment, there was a bang and an eardrum-biting explosion.
A sword curtain suddenly exploded and was pierced by the unparalleled fist power. Immediately afterwards, the next sword curtains were all blasted apart.
At a glance, the light rain splashed, and a shocking crack was opened in the void there, and at the end of the crack, Lu Xuanlou's figure was violently blasted away.
Lu Xuanlou’s punch was not overbearing, but it did not shake Wenxi in the slightest.
After Lu Xuanlou fell to the ground, his body was even more broken, with blood flowing like a stream. His handsome face also looked paler, almost transparent. His injuries were so severe that he might collapse at any time. .
"How could this happen?"
Jing Miao muttered, her whole body soaked in cold sweat.
The sad heart of the demon Buddha was also entangled. That guy who didn’t change his face even when the sky fell and the earth fell, how could he dare to say that he asked the Great Sword Immortal to die with such little ability? Crazy words
The devil wanted to give himself a slap in the face. How could he be so obsessed with believing this guy's lies in the first place that he and Jing Miao were both in the same situation at the moment when they had a sword fight with the sword fairy? He was seriously injured and couldn't walk even if he wanted to.
"Lu Xuanlou, hurry up and draw your sword. If you don't draw your sword, we will all die here."
Jing Miao urged, Lu Xuanlou is a sword cultivator, but he behaves like a martial artist. There must be some reservations when punching.
"You bitch, you have no place to speak here, shut up"
Lu Xuanlou cursed angrily. If there was a chance to draw a sword, he would have drawn it long ago. How could he be so coquettish here?
On the top of Zhaixing Mountain, during the sword questioning that was not a sword questioning, Wen Xi had already seen the terror of three thousand sword lights, so he was always on guard and did not give Lu Xuanlou any chance to take advantage of it.
"In the battle between the great avenues, I was born a hundred years earlier and have the upper hand, but you are not as good as me after all."
Wen Xi's expression was full of calmness and calmness, and he whispered, "You If he doesn't draw his sword, he will never have the chance to draw his sword again."
If Lu Xuanlou still wants to keep his trump card and wait for the opportunity, then when she hands out the next sword, it will be Lu Xuanlou's death. Wen Xi was not in a hurry to hand over the sword. She was always on guard against Lu Xuanlou's dying counterattack.
"Then give me the strongest punch in my life"
Lu Xuanlou took out a few herbs, stuffed them into his mouth, frowned, chewed them, swallowed them, and barely moistened them. A body that has run out of oil.
Then, Lu Xuan Tower opened the arsenal of heaven, and endless spiritual energy rolled in, like a wave, taking Lu Xuan Tower up step by step, and finally gathered into a ten thousand-foot-long dharma statue that stood on the ground and supported the sky.
Standing above the head of the Dharma Prime Minister, Lu Xuanlou's robes fluttered, and his fists fell like rain. In an instant, he blasted out hundreds of thousands of punches, which fell with the sound of howling wind, trying to teach Lu Shen here. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft