Chapter 878

The name of the alcoholic swordsman is very loud.

The one who dares to fight directly is also a golden elixir.

The red tower rings three times.

"The friar of Zixiao sect worships Shaoyang. He has a sword and a sword. He is polite."

When Lu Zhengkang saw the friar of Zixiao sect, dressed in purple robes, his magic power was also purple. He looked like a purple eggplant with fluorescent lamps. However, his sword was blue, as if the setting sun reflected the light of the night. When he wielded his sword, it was also like splashing ink, and the blue clouds of the canopy roared over.

Red dimple suddenly rushed into the clouds, so fast, like a beam of light in the sky, suddenly from the east of the East China Sea to the west of the West Sea.

Chongshaoyang has known for a long time that the swordsmanship of the opposite man is a God, and he is not a vegetarian. At least he is a second-class elixir. If it is not for the bad weather, he is also the root of the first-class elixir. He also has his own consideration about the understanding of swordsmanship. Chongshaoyang kneads his sword finger and uses a secret sword technique: Dongxia Zengyun.

Luohui's numerous blue sword Qi is surging like a thick colloid, with huge bubbles exploding at the edge. The sword Qi is constantly surging and spreading, like a layer of flower stamens, growing faster and larger, expanding in all directions.

The aura of heaven and earth constantly rushes to the strong blue sword cloud, which is the sword technique and sword potential.

Red dimple Jiao in the cloud left suddenly right into, after all, was boundless sword gas slowed down speed.

With this move, Dongxia Zengyun worships Shaoyang and is honored as "the real man in the cloud". It is well-known in the whole southeast spiritual world.

Lu Zhengkang watched Jianyun diffuse towards him without panic. The red dimple in the cloud suddenly disappeared, as if he had never left his sleeve. As soon as he raised his hand, another sword light burst out in the air. The pouring rain pierced the Jianyun.

When Lu Zhengkang broke his opponent's sword technique, Chong Shaoyang had already disappeared, and even Qi Ji had lost his position.

In the oblique stab, a blue sword light suddenly lit up and pierced Lu Zhengkang.

In the red building, qingningzi clenched his fists and was about to get up. Sheng Yanzhen raised his hand and praised, "what a brilliant phantom."

Lu Zhengkang, who had been pierced, was bleeding and dying. Chongshaoyang's figure leaped out of the sword cloud and stood behind him. He said in a low voice, "the drunken swordsman is just like this."

Then, he felt himself caught on the shoulder and stiff.

Lu Zhengkang in front of him is very real. He even has a Qi machine Suddenly, it dissipated, the real Lu Zhengkang appeared behind chongshaoyang, "good friend, you are just like this."

Chongshaoyang sips his mouth and doesn't admit defeat. He picks up his sword finger, turns back and stabs it fiercely. The sword finger penetrates through the sea of Qi in the deer's healthy smell. Chongshaoyang can feel the touch of the opponent's mana flowing on his fingertips. This time, it's true!

Then, he was put on the shoulder again, "the second time."

“…… Tao is a powerful magic However, he ridiculed Lu Zhengkang's outside moves. The palm of his hand on his shoulder burst into flames before his words were heard. However, red dimple Jiao could not bear the humiliation of his master and wanted to chop the purple eggplant with a sword.

The real Lu Zhengkang came out from the mirage of numerous sword lights, "Dao you's sword technique is an eye opener."

Chongshaoyang's face is as red as Chaoyang's, "but chongmou's class is playing tricks. I admit defeat."

Lu Zhengkang takes back the red dimple Jiao, chongshaoyang also puts Luohui into the sheath, and they return to the red building with humility.

Huanxin sword jiuchenzi continued to show his swords to all his friends, "Kunlun gonglu Zhengkang, I'd like to learn."

Now, we have to weigh it up.

Lu Zhengkang was invited to fight again, still silent.

One more time, then this time the new sword of Chi Lou belongs to him.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, suddenly an old man with rich hair came forward, but he was the mountain master of the mothflies mountain. There was a jiedan Jianxiu who was cut down by Lu Zhengkang. At that time, he had a grudge.

"Borer mountain, Yan Hechun, sword, yellow dragonfly, courtesy." This person's eyes are cold, "this time with the way friend, namely divide high and low, also decisive life and death!"

It seems that all the people in the red building sighed together for half a time, so that after the dull sigh, the air was warm for three minutes. Some were regrets, some were comfort and joy. Once you see blood, you will see something.

Lu Zhengkang nodded, "that is to say, to divide the high and the low is to decide life and death."

They flew into the clouds and stood separately, and the bell of the red tower rang four times.

Just at this time, there was another dragon chant from the East. The sky suddenly darkened, and the sun disappeared. It seemed that heaven and earth fell into a gloomy evening. Everything was covered with a gray blue and dumb reflection. Everyone looked at each other and felt surprised. The aura of heaven and earth suddenly fell into a low tide. The Yin and Yang were out of order, and the night was dark. This is the eternal night.

No matter what the situation is, we can't delay the fight.

Lu Zhengkang sent a message to Yan Hechun, saying, "the vision of heaven and earth is famous in history. No matter who lives or dies, you and I are blessed to fight the sword at this time. "

Yan Hechun showed a feeling of happiness and said in a low voice, "who says it's not?" He waved his sword.Red dimple Jiao clang, in an instant, suddenly bright a light, in the blue sky, like the night running train bright headlights, whistling, the wind can't catch up, light, only to see the red light of Kumquat around Yan and Chun neck, the next moment, a head flew up.

The Lord of chilongshan opened his eyes wide and his lips moved. Chiyingjiao could see clearly. He was saying: Qinglian Jianzong, winter solstice peak, plot

His golden elixir was cut to pieces by the Blazing Sword Qi. The explosive aura was a hollowed out cloud. The shock wave went in all directions. The Yellow dragonfly of Yan Hechun's sword Qi screamed and broke with a loud sound. The remnant sword fell down in the wild Kunlun Mountains with the remnant corpse.

When the bell rings, both gratitude and resentment are clear.

Since ancient times, heaven and earth have buried many people, but now there are only more lonely souls.

Lu Zhengkang collected the red dimple Jiao and looked at the sky. Such a dark color makes people feel uneasy. Without the sun, plants can hardly grow. If the eternal night lasts too long, there will be famine all over the world.

He went back to the red building and continued to present the sword to the public, "may I have your advice."

Qingningzi came out of the crowd.

Lu Zhengkang looked at her, only at her, and did not shift his eyes. In the eternal night, qingningzi's expression was calm, not sad or happy, just like a cold star in the middle of the sky.

"Qinglian Jianzong, qingningzi, the sword weapon, the five mountains xingzhancheng lightsaber, are polite."

"Qing Ning'er, please."

Qingningzi walks past him. Lu Zhengkang sees that under her today's Taoist robe, her water blue shoes are like blue butterflies walking in the pond under the moon.

The red tower rings three times.

The sword box behind qingningzi unfolds, leaping out of the mountains.

The red dragon flies out of Lu Zhengkang's sleeve, and leaps to the glow of QiaXi pole.