Chapter 866

As soon as Sheng Yan saw Lu Zhengkang's posture, he immediately knew that he had no chance of winning. His swordsmanship was at its peak and he had already reached the height of potential. It's the so-called "time comes, heaven and earth all work together". If you want to get in touch with this height, you will have an impact on your understanding, root utensils, and even the mysterious fate.

It's not that you can succeed if you study hard. Some people just don't have this life.

In the new generation of Qinglian sword sect, only four or five people have this level. Of course, fudaozi is one of them, but fudaozi is a golden elixir.

Weighing Xu Zi pursed his mouth. "He is worthy of the title of Kunlun palace. He is a drunk swordsman. He deserves his reputation. I dare not trust him. In the face of you, I will do my best."

Lu Zhengkang was slow in reaction. He walked to the sky outside the red building. Hearing the modest words of weigher Xuzi, he just stopped, looked back, nodded slightly, and put out his hand, "please."

As Lu Zhengkang walked along the road towards the outside, he could smell the clean and clear wine with the feeling of gold, iron and mineral. He felt that his skin was extremely tight, and he was drunk. But why did he feel this kind of terror? He vaguely heard that the wine fog was surging, and the wine dew was rubbing, but it was a terrible and distant battle roar, as if it was half a dream From afar the shrill howl of the valley.

This wine fog is the magic power of this Kunlun palace disciple. It's not in the five elements. It's very special. I heard that the twenty-four generations and six immortals of Kunlun Palace are rare wine practitioners in the world. They have the supernatural power to confuse heaven and earth and to obscure the truth and illusion. It seems that this person has also got the true biography.

Balance virtual son silently to the side to walk two steps, avoid the path of Lu Zhengkang.

The rest of the sword immortals also naturally march towards the white jade terrace outside the red building. Although it is a common thing to fight swords in ordinary days, it is necessary to observe every scene. It seems that such friendly exchanges are not very attractive. If you want to see it, you have to see the swords that separate life and death. Some people can't wield exquisite sword moves without blood. When there is a threat of death, both sides will do their best.

Lu Zhengkang's body disappeared more and more in the thick wine fog.

The sword immortals had to use the divine idea to perceive his existence, but they heard a roar of fury.

Innumerable tiny roars, stretched and twisted from the treble to the bass, turbid, innumerable tiny roars, such as the sound of endless empty cicadas in summer night.

Lu Zhengkang took out caiyunjian, drove a golden red rainbow, flew several miles to the depth of the airspace, and turned back to wait for weigher Xuzi to see him.

"Qinglian sword master weighs Xuzi, and takes the sword and snow flute with him. It's polite."

Lu Zhengkang also shows the red dimple Jiao. They are three li apart. In each other's field of vision, they are just like a speck of dust. Therefore, they all lock their positions by means of Qi.

The scale empty son feels the Lu Zheng Kang whole body red dust gas, receives the intense magic art interference. Unconsciously, he was distracted and his eyes were out of focus, but he thought he was staring at each other.

Lu Zhengkang waves the red dimple Jiao, and his red sword moves across the sky. The boundless aura gathers in the sword Qi. With the expansion of the sword potential, the sword Qi expands endlessly.

The scale empty son fiercely one shake up, the back startles cold sweat to come, at this time the sword light of red dimple Jiao distance he but three Zhang, again wake up to hesitate some, he will on the spot.

This is the result of Lu Zhengkang's retention of his hand. Otherwise, by means of transforming sword Qi into rainbow, it is hard for him to resist even if he is engrossed.

At the critical moment, he waved the frost white snow flute sword in his hand. The great magic power of the golden elixir period is a qualitative leap. With his sword, the cold Geng Jin sword Qi of Xuechao is stronger than that of chiyingjiao. Two rebellious swords struck each other. In the clear sound of Keng, there were red Jiaos howling and leisurely bamboo rhymes. The wind and cloud were exciting each other. The sky burst out brilliant electric light, like a big ladle of thunder water, flashing in all directions.

The red dimple Jiao glows red and sends out a strong wine mist. The endless roar in his ears strengthens him. He turns his mana quickly and calms his mind. Only in this space of absence, there is a tingling coolness in his waist and abdomen. The mana rushes out from his body surface and turns into protecting Zhengang. In the next moment, the sword Qi cuts the vigorous Qi and makes a very harsh cry.

Immortal Jindan has powerful magic power. He can't bear the light of chiyejiao's sword. But with one breath, he cuts through the vigorous Qi. He cuts the snow flute sword down again, but only cuts the shadow of chiyejiao.

The scales empty son in the heart exclaim not good, but then the neck already ignite a red fire, can red sword implement put on his shoulder blade, just need to move lightly can cut off his big good head.

The Deacon disciple of Qinglian sword sect was stiff and frightened. He reluctantly looked back at the red building, but Sheng Yan shook his head on the white jade platform.

Red dimple Jiao gently trembles, and suddenly turns into a rainbow and flies back to Lu Zhengkang's hands.

By the end of the two men's order, they went back to chilou together, and Lu Zhengkang's consciousness had been basically transferred back to WaiDao's body.

He was dressed in a red Taoist robe, and red dimple Jiao was quiet and leisurely in his sleeve. When he returned to the red building, he was quite noticed. Most of them come to Kunlun Dharma Association, including the elder swordsmen and even the Yuanshen Dafeng. These masters usually don't walk around. Most of them sit in Yunlou, and some of them come to chilou. They just observe the swordsmanship at the sword stele and pay a little attention to the sword fighting of the younger generation.This time, Lu Zhengkang's Kendo is quite amazing. What's more, he is unique in the whole practice world.

Weigher Xuzi pleads with Sheng Yan.

"You can't beat others, and you can't help it. You're already very good, but they're better. Don't be discouraged. " Sheng Yan's real man caresses the brain of weigher Xuzi and rubs his meticulous bun.

The scale empty son embarrassed ground nods, draw back the division brothers to go.

An old Sword Fairy with white hair came up to Lu Zhengkang and said, "this Taoist friend."

Lu Zhengkang looked at him in a daze and did not answer. He even tightened the wine jar in his arms, like a child walking in the market with a bundle in his arms.

Qingningzi said in a low voice, "you say hello to other people's elders."

"Master." Lu Zhengkang whispered.

The white haired Sword Fairy narrowed his eyes and said, "Taoist friends are lax and have no thoughts. Is this your Kendo? It's an eye opener. With wine as the medium, you can transform the atmosphere of the world into one. Since ancient times, the world has been extremely high, and it is difficult for real immortals to be free and easy. Are you not afraid of the decline of real spirits? "

Qingningzi pursed her lips and asked to see Master Sheng Yan. The spring equinox mountain master also frowned and looked at his disciples. I'm afraid the meaning in his eyes is not optimistic.

For a moment, all the people in the red building gathered around and commented on Lu Zhengkang like old scholars and doctors.

Qingningzi couldn't stand the rumors of Lu Zhengkang. She went up to pull Lu Zhengkang behind her and looked around. When she acted like this, others had to stop talking.

When she complains to her master, qingningzi leads Lu Zhengkang and leaves the Red Mansion. The little flying squirrel jumps on the lid of the wine jar and curls up in the broken mud.

Lu Zhengkang's eyes suddenly became clear, and he was meeting qingningzi's worried eyes. He just blinked and gently smile.

The East China Sea Islands are now empty.