Lu Xuanlou looked at the large area of ruins behind the puppet with a slightly solemn expression.
Since this Wenquan fight started, the entire Tianzhi Arsenal has been destroyed to an unknown extent. If the fight continues, there may not be any good places left in this place.
The puppet didn't have so many thoughts. He just cleaned up the sword energy from the sword mark on his shoulder and then looked at Lu Xuan without saying a word.
The puppet jumped up and punched Lu Xuanlou. The punch directly exploded the spiritual energy of the world and the sound of sonic explosions could be heard one after another.
This punch penetrated the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but did not hit Lu Xuanlou. Lu Xuanlou slipped out an unknown number of feet with the strength of the fist, and then something even more strange happened.
The auras of heaven and earth are all condensed into long swords at this moment. If you look closely, there are thousands of them, all hovering in the air.
Lu Xuanlou was behind the long swords, holding the hilts and striding towards the puppets.
Sword Immortals can turn everything in the world into swords, and the best among them are as deadly as their own flying swords. They are called the gods of swordsmanship.
The majestic sword energy instantly filled the entire Heavenly Arsenal.
Lu Xuanlou moved forward, but Feijian did not move. When Lu Xuanlou appeared in front of the puppet, the puppet actually retreated dozens of feet away.
At this time, even ghosts can see that Lu Xuanlou is at the peak of his sword power. Even if a great monk at the peak of the Nine Realms comes to take the sword, he is afraid that it will take his heart. Eight points.
Although the puppet was strong, it was still below the peak of the Nine Realms, so facing this sword, he took a step back and chose to avoid its edge.
At this moment, Lu Luxuanlou’s slightly majestic voice sounded, “You and I really want to reduce this Heavenly Arsenal to rubble”
Luxuanlou just They were joking, but the puppet suddenly stopped and rushed towards Lu Xuanlou, as if it was about to catch Lu Xuanlou off guard.
Lu Xuanlou grinned, and then those flying swords flew over and condensed into a sword beside Lu Xuanlou.
The long sword looked small, only a few feet long, but it was extremely fast.
A sword was pressed against the puppet's chest. The puppet's body shook violently, and it involuntarily slid back. It was unknown how far it slid.
Finally, when they came to the bronze portal, the puppet was pushed back by the huge force of the sword, directly smashing a hole in the bronze portal as high as a person, and the whole body was smashed into the bronze. Only in the portal did the flying sword explode.
Lu Xuanlou slowly moved forward, pushed open the broken bronze door, and walked in.
The sword energy dispersed, but the puppet still stood, but its chest was already pierced with thousands of holes.
Although the puppet was severely injured and was about to fall into pieces, Lu Xuanlou suffered a big loss next.
When he stepped through the bronze portal, Lu Xuanlou had already sacrificed his two natal flying swords, Yuantu and Abi, both in front of him. However, at this moment, the figure of the puppet suddenly disappeared on the spot, and in an instant Later, he appeared in Lu Xuan TowerFinally, he threw out his fists.
This was the first time since Wenquan that the puppet hit Lu Xuan Tower hard, using all its strength.
This punch was too overbearing. Not only did it directly injure Lu Xuanlou, it even caused Lu Xuanlou’s injuries, causing the sword energy in Lu Xuanlou’s meridians to instantly stagnate. A flowing river suddenly stopped at this moment.
The two natal flying swords lost their sword energy and were stunned for a moment, but fortunately, they soon reestablished contact with Lu Xuanlou.
Lu Xuanlou stepped back several hundred feet, almost trying to grab the bronze door, and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
Lu Xuanlou raised his head gloomily, with a look of sudden astonishment on his face. He saw that the puppet had become dim, and under his gaze, it fell to the ground like a puddle of mud. < /p>
Lu Xuanlou and this puppet are close to each other. They are in the same realm and have almost the same fighting power. They also have the idea of fighting to the death. This fist fight is really enjoyable.
After burying the puppet, Lu Xuanlou sat down on the ground. The two natal flying swords beside him fell to his side. He took a deep breath, and there was blood on his back that soaked the black. Shirt, from this fist fight till now, if he didn’t say that he was bruised and bruised, it would be hard to explain.
The puppet's last punch was definitely the end of the wall. When he delivered the last punch, Lu Xuanlou could clearly see the puppet's fists trembling, but they were trembling. Now not only was the sword energy in his meridians like a mess, but his body was also covered with wounds of all sizes from the last punch.
"Thanks to you, I have become stronger."
Lu Xuanlou brought wine to his grave to show respect. After this martial arts challenge, he has completely confirmed his identity as the number one person below the peak of the Nine Realms. Unless a great monk at the peak of the Nine Realms, such as the Ninth Zhi, takes action, he will be defeated immediately regardless of whether he is martial arts or martial arts. In an invincible position.
Deep in the Tianzhi Arsenal, there is still a wilderness, with blue sky and white clouds, thousands of flowers and wild grasses, and green streams, just like a paradise.
Lu Xuanlou was walking aimlessly in the wilderness, covering a hundred miles, until he saw a courtyard in front of him.
A fence, a wooden door, a thatched house, nothing unusual.
Lu Xuanlou gently knocked on the door, but no one answered, so he pushed the door straight in.
There is no dust or weeds in the courtyard, and the thatched house is clean except for an old wooden table. There is an old gourd on the wooden table, and there is a note under the gourd.
Lu Xuanlou moved the dilapidated gourd and held the note in his hand. Suddenly, the fragrance of ink hit his nostrils. There was a sentence, "I regret and regret that I have never spoken or laughed with future generations."
Lu Xuanlou turned over a line, and there was another sentence: I hope those who come after will strengthen themselves, and I hope those who come after will be equal.
Forefathers planted trees, and future generations enjoy the shade.
Seniors climbed the mountain to clear the way, later generations walk here, then go to higher places, and so on, they can reach the top of the mountain. Later generations went to the top of the mountain and took the ladder to the sky. This was passed down from generation to generation.
Lu Xuanlou murmured, "Don't worry about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old gourd suddenly shone brightly, like a blazing sun, making people open their eyes. Don't open your eyes.
It was only at this moment that Lu Xuanlou discovered that this was actually a sword-raising gourd of extremely high rank.
After a long time, the light dissipated, and what came into view was a simple armor. There were numerous sword marks on the armor, but it was surprisingly bright, exuding a fierce aura as high as a mountain.
There are four swords floating around the armor. The sword energy is restrained and there is no edge.
Qingdi, Changying, Bai Zang, Yuanxu.
It is hard to find divine ice, but there are four immortal swords standing side by side at this moment. Even if Lu Xuan Tower has two swords, Yuantu and Abi, it is also coveted.
The emperor's armor is in sight, the fairy sword is in his eyes, the brilliance is truly dazzling. Lu Xuanlou squinted his eyes and laughed infatuatedly, his eyebrows almost bent in laughter.
Lu Xuanlou is wearing armor, and the emperor's spirit has actually merged into Lu Xuanlou's skin and fused with Lu Xuanlou's flesh and blood, so that Lu Xuanlou's current physique is unprecedented.
With the emperor's armor on his body, the immortal swords roared and revived, flying around the Luxuan Tower, leaving bright sword marks one after another, revealing the magical power of the flying swords one by one.
First there is the sound of the Qing Emperor's sword. If there is a spring breeze passing by, the sun is warm and the spring is warm, the grass is growing and the orioles are flying, the willows are clinging, and the peach blossoms are burning. Then the Changying Sword flew towards the sky, and the great sun became even more brilliant. Only the three-legged golden crow could be seen fluttering its wings and screaming like a meteorite falling to the earth. Then the Bai Zang sword came out, and the world suddenly became desolate. The frost killed all the grass, and the endless fallen trees rustled. People's hearts became even more desolate. Lu Xuan Tower seemed to be filled with sadness, and his face was filled with sadness. Finally, there is the sword chant of Yuanxu. There is heavy snow in the sky, hundreds of feet of frost on the ground, and everything is covered in silver, exuding a biting cold. All the birds fly away, and all traces of the beasts disappear.
Lu Xuanlou put the four fairy swords into the sword-raising gourd, and then put the ferocious sword obtained from the Da Pei Dynasty and the Flying Sword Mingyue, which was the most proud of the demon's scheme, into the sword-raising gourd. The sword-raising gourd was hung on the eye sword. After doing all this, Lu Xuanlou reluctantly walked out of the arsenal of heaven. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft