If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

A ray of light shone from the sky.

The brilliance broke through the clouds, and within the brilliance was the reflection of a dragon-slaying platform.

On the Dragon Slaying Stage, a phantom of a strong man looked down at Lu Jing.

Then he seemed to feel the rushing energy and blood from Lu Jing's body, which was as hot as fire and as thick as magma.

Obviously it's only the first level of divine appearance, comprehending a celestial appearance, obviously it's just comprehending a spirit of eclipsing the sun.

But the scorching martial arts spirit was like a billowing wolf smoke, rushing straight into the void.

Ao Jiuyi is considered to be the younger generation among the true dragons of the Wufang Sea. After the last spiritual wave, he ascended the throne of the Dragon King and became the master of the East China Sea.

The spiritual tide has gone.

Both the martial arts in the world and the path of the primordial spirit are lonely.

Many powerhouses who reached the eighth realm during the spiritual tide fell to the realm and fell into the divine tower and star palace again.

And this Ao Jiuyi has become more and more tyrannical since ascending to the throne of the Dragon King. Not only has he cultivated the primordial appearance of a dry dragon, but he has even gathered the other eight main appearances of a real dragon, turning his internal organs into a divine tower of a dry dragon.

Qianlong Shenque, with strong qi and blood, and the might of the dragon overwhelms the world, coupled with his blood of the Dragon King, his cultivation can be called a true arrogance in the world.

And behind him there was a keel and a white head floating, and the two emerald green dragon horns also shone a ray of light, falling directly on Ao Jiuyi's real dragon.

The black dragon is entrenched in the sky, fierce and domineering!

The bone spurs on the four dragon claws were ferocious, and their breath rushed to the sky.

Those who dry up the dragon are the beginning of masculinity!

The Qianlong Divine Tower made the blood on the Dragon King of the East China Sea shine as bright as the scorching sun.

And at this moment...

Ao Jiuyi brought the brilliance of the scorching sun, the extreme ferocity, and two or three ways of profound arts, coupled with the dragon head and white bones, gushing out streams of energy, blood and flames, and only came towards Lu Jing.

His eyes were cold, and he knew that there were still several strong men at the peak of the seventh realm behind him!

"Even with the fierce power of the Dragon Slaying Platform, even with Lu Jing's high talent, he has to land on the ground and walk a small path on the ground."

Ao Jiu suspected that the air and blood almost tore through the void, and the four dragon claws filled the sky and the earth. The air and blood on the dragon claws vibrated and exploded, and every tiny stream of air and blood carried a murderous intent, and together with the huge dragon claws, they rushed towards Lu Jing.

The dragon's roar resounded throughout the world.

But what Lu Jing faced was not only such a black dragon.

Ao Jiuyi, Bailong from the South China Sea, Wang Rangong from the Hedong family, and Qi Beishan, a famous scholar from the Qi Kingdom, each had their own supernatural powers.

Except for these few people.

Walking along the path, the figures of men and women stared at each other with long swords in their waists.

"Five strong men at the peak of the Seventh Realm came together, not to mention Lu Jing, even a human immortal or celestial being who entered and exited the Eighth Realm would have to walk a small path on the ground."

Gu Chenxiao's eyelids moved slightly, and his eyes were full of pleasure.

He had been separated from Lu Jingyi for more than a year, and during this year, he was almost tormented by the serious injury Lu Jing brought to him.

In his secret room, the bloody smell that made him intoxicated has dissipated.

The big demon raised in his heart seemed to devour his mind because he had no flesh and blood to nourish him.

All these come from Lu Jing on the cloud.

But today, Qi State came to Qi Beishan to cut off Lu Jing's soaring sword energy with two dragon kings and a patriarch, which made Gu Chenxiao tremble with excitement.

"So what if it's the Duke?

If you are caught in a death calamity, you will inevitably die.

This crown prince wishes to swallow your bones, drink your blood, and eat your flesh!

To die at the hands of the immortals in the fairyland that day is also considered a blessing for you! "

Gu Chenxiao clenched his fists tightly, staring intently at the black dragon winding hundreds of feet in the sky, watching its vitality and supernatural powers take off.

He tried his best to look far away, just wanting to see Lu Jing fall to the ground and fall into the path that would pollute the ambition of a young man.

Qi Hanzhang, the young calligrapher of the Qi State, also gritted his teeth slightly, looking up at the sky with some kind of mood.

Supernatural powers, qi and blood, dragon roars, and the sound of the piano spread, pressing on Lu Jing.

Mysterious vitality is all over the sky.

The majestic vitality is almost earth-shattering.

Several people here wanted to make Lu Jing fall to the ground.

But at this moment, Lu Jing saw the black dragon dragon claw rushing towards him with lightning speed.

His right hand, which had been resting on the Grass Cutting Knife, suddenly moved forward.

Just an instant!

The first-grade grass-cutter knife that has been passed down to the world is out of its sheath.

The qi and blood of the sun are like waves and tides, a kind of martial arts spirit that flourishes in the raging fire merges into Lu Jing's turbulent qi and blood, and flows into the grass-cutting knife like a spring.

call……

A faint ray of light shone from the ordinary grass-cutting knife.

And then exhibited in an instant...

Rumble!

The sky and the earth are like thunder.

The spirit of the sun turned into a sharp knife light, and suddenly rose from Lu Jing's waist.

at the same time.

The dragon's prestige has arrived, and the brilliance of the dragon-slaying platform in the sky also falls on the grass-cutting knife.

There was another overlord's air rising.

Lu Jing's body glowed with golden light, and his eyes opened and closed for a very brief moment.

Lu Jing, holding a knife, has almost turned into an unrivaled overlord, with ruthless eyes, looking down on the world!

Overlord... Wrath!

Heilong Ao Jiususpected that the dragon's claws had entered the land of Baizhang Lujing.

Star Fighter's Order, Dragon Slayer...

Even the Overlord's Wrath fate, which consumed all of Lu Jing's life energy, was triggered at this moment and merged into Lu Jing's saber light.

"Open the road to Shu with the sun in your hand!"

Immediately!

Gu Chenxiao, who was staring at the black dragon claws attacking Lu Jing, suddenly froze

Qi Hanzhang, who was still wondering whether Lu Jingqiang was strong before, but how could he kill Shenque, stagnated.

Qi Beishan, Wang Rangong, and Feng Zhuhe's expressions suddenly changed.

See you!

The sky was full of sword light in the void, and the light of the sword seemed to come from a god holding the sun and a sword in his hand, and it seemed to come from an overlord who ignored the world.

This overlord god slashes the dragon with a long sword in his hand!

clang!

One knife out!

Longwei and Qianlong Qi and blood that had swept towards Lu Jing like a wave suddenly collapsed.

The light of the knife cut off the dragon's power, Qi and blood, and there were cracks in the blood that filled the sky, and it was cut out of the vortex.

Collapse, collapse, shatter!

"One layer of primordial phase, can you cut out such a knife light?"

Such a thought flashed through Heilong Ao Jiusu's mind.

Click, click!

The rushing knife light collided with his dragon claws.

Immediately afterwards, another sword light flashed and shone!

Suddenly there was a storm in the sky, and the light of thunder came, and the huge vitality crossed the void and landed on the black gold of Tu Xian at Lu Jing's waist.

Tu Xian Hei Jin unsheathed!

Draw an extremely fine golden thread.

The silk thread flew up like a ray of tide under the setting sun.

The tide suddenly approached, and in an instant, it became violent and turned into scorching suns.

On the scorching sun, one after another sword peaks stand upright, as if there is sword energy rising from Bishan.

Those sword peaks seem to contain thousands of changes, and they also seem to carry the prosperity of Dongjun's sun and the majesty of thunder, and finally turn into a little cold light.

The light of the sword and the cold light of the sword suddenly came.

"The treasure held by the Dragon King Dinghai actually..."

Qi Hanzhang opened his mouth wide.

He saw the black dragon with a winding body approached by the sword light and knife light.

Among them, the light of sword energy and sword is as far and wide as the river and sea, echoing Lu Jing who is still standing on the white clouds.

echo.

Then... everything will be cut!

The flying magic power was cut to pieces by the sword light.

The sound of the fluttering zither was covered by the sound of the knife light whistling.

The brush and ink smoke was knocked down by the wind and rain.

Even the white dragon stopped his figure because of the sharpness of the sword light...

Lu Jing, alone, stopped the three peak seven realms for a short time.

"Fuguang sword energy combined with Dragon Slaying Platform, five kinds of starlight, coupled with Lu Jing's unreasonable sword spirit and sword dao enlightenment, this is what it is!"

Qi Hanzhang's heart trembled, he vaguely felt that from Taixuanjing, there were countless eyes falling here!

Lu Jing's knife and sword shocked Tai Xuanjing.

Sword light meets the enemy!

And the sun knife was shining brightly.

Rotten like gold and bright as snow, the vitality and blood are immortal!

A blade of light, only cut the sky.

In the sky, there was dragon blood spilling.

The energy and blood of the Dragon King of the East China Sea who came holding the treasure of Dinghai was cut through by the light of the sword in an instant.

On the black scales, a little blood oozes out.

Roar!

There was a terrifying roar.

Ao Jiu suspected that he was twisted into a dragon body, and he was cut back seven or eight miles by the saber light just by seeing him face to face!

In the wind and rain.

Lu Jing, who made the peak cut, retracted the sword and put it back into its sheath.

His long clothes fluttered, and his eyes were shining with gold, which attracted the spiritual thoughts and gazes of many people.

The black dragon retreated and landed on the snow mountain in the distance.

Blood flowed profusely from his body, and the emerald green dragon horns on the white bones of the dragon head behind him erupted with vitality, repairing his injuries.

For some reason, he looked at Lu Jing with blurred eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

Lu Jing lowered his head, thinking about the time for two or three breaths.

This knife was born out of Mr. Jiu's sword-drawing technique to open the road to Shu. It also has the clear understanding of the knife's meaning in the grass-cutting knife, and the truth of heaven and earth in the dragon-cutting platform. able.

"Since it is a knife drawing technique, it is natural to be fierce and rigid."

"It's called Overlord Dinghai."

Lu Jing thought so in his heart, but he never answered Ao Jiuyi, who was hiding in the black clouds again.

The wind is rustling, blowing away the clouds.

The rain fell and the draft rose, making the valley below foggy.

"Cultivator of Yuanshen of the Qi Kingdom, Lord Wang Ran of the Wang family, and the Dragon King of the South China Sea, Feng Zhuhe..."

Lu Jing whispered to himself, and then his eyes fell on the black-clothed figure holding the sword at his waist.

"The leader of the Huai Gang, the prince of the Eastern Nv Country..."

Clouds of smoke filled the sky.

Those figures fluttered, and their eyes fell on Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was standing on the cloud, really like a noble young Duke of the country, with restrained breath and calm as a mountain.

"Since you have come here to stop me, and want to let Lu go down the path, why are you standing where you are now and refusing to step forward?"

Lu Jing spoke in a calm voice.

But in the next moment, his voice suddenly exploded like thunder!

"Since you don't want to come forward, then I will come closer!"

Chi!

Tu Xian's black gold fell on Lu Jing's shoulder.

Lu Jing was dressed in white, with Tu Xian's black gold on his shoulders, his right hand rested on the handle of the sheathed grass-cutting knife, and he stepped forward.

Qi Beishan of Qi State sat cross-legged in the air, his hands resting on the Liuquan Guqin, with admiration in his eyes, but the Liuquan Changqin was waiting for an opportunity.

Feng Zhuhe's voice was fluttering and curling, but Qi Ji was extremely vigilant.

Because of the existence of Dragon Slaying Terrace, the pressure faced by the dragon family was much stronger than that of the rest of Lu Jing.

And the man dressed as a Confucian scholar took a careful look at Lu Jing, but suddenly shook his head: "Mr. Lu Jing, you made that knife just now, the light of the knife is strong, but it consumed all your own blood.

It's enough to be proud of defeating the Dragon King of the East China Sea with a divine appearance, but... no matter how you cover it up, your current physical body is at the end of its strength and can no longer help. "

When Wang Rangong spoke, he was still watching Lu Jing's face closely, as if he wanted to see some background and clues from the very subtle expressions on his face.

The scene seems to have become a little stiff.

The prince of Dongnv Kingdom and head of the Huai Gang standing on the path suddenly grinned.

A small laugh broke the silence here.

He also walked forward slowly, shaking his head and said: "Whether it's Wang Rangong or Feng Zhuhe, you can all see that Lu Jing's physical body is already at the end of his strength, and the five monks who are at the peak of the seven realms here are only looking at Lu Jing. Looking forward, it's really...

Ridiculous! "

The head of the Huai Gang had a soft tone and a divine light on his face, which made him extremely handsome, and he was no less handsome than Lu Jing.

At this moment, he was walking with a sword in his hand, and the sky and the earth were suddenly filled with wind and clouds.

And the long sword at his waist shone with purple light, and the flying sword suddenly rose.

The edge of the three-foot long sword was stained with blood.

At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, but there was a pill furnace floating in the palm of his hand.

The sword's edge under the waist is horizontal with purple electricity, and the red flame in the furnace is full of smoke!

The blue smoke rose into the air and turned into Taoist sword cultivators holding swords.

The prince of the Dongnv Kingdom actually cultivated Taoist sword light and Taoist supernatural powers.

He came step by step.

The sound of the zither sounded again, and the bearded man also drew a chain with a stylus in his hand.

The iron chain crossed the sky, locking the void.

There is only one road left in the sky sealed by iron chains, which is the road leading to the ground.

On Lu Jing Tuxian's black gold, the sword is full of arrogance, and it has the potential to go straight to the universe.

Lu Jing saw the supernatural powers of the four strong men, and their vitality and blood moved again.

He took the initiative to explore, and the golden Tuxian black gold fell into his hands.

On the black gold of Tu Xian, the sword current like the radiance of the scorching sun circulated, making many people look sideways.

Mr. Guanqi and Mr. Jiu are standing under the tower of self-cultivation and watching here.

"You don't have to worry, Lu Jing cultivates his own spirit when he cultivates a sword. If you don't hold a sword with the spirit and bone marrow of a sword, you won't be able to understand the righteous way, and you won't be able to see the world.

It is not worthy of the word Fuguang. "

Mr. Guanqi put his hands in his long sleeves, and some of them were flamboyant: "This is also a good opportunity for Lu Jing. If he can break through this difficulty and raise an invincible sword light, even if he is only at the fifth level of Zhaoxing , is enough for the future immortals to eat a pot."

Mr. Jiu frowned, shook his head and said: "Even if it is Lu Jing, it is not so easy to break through the barriers of five experts at the peak of the seventh realm to enter Taixuanjing alone."

"Five? Why are there five?" Mr. Guanqi smiled, and said in a low voice, "Besides, Lu Jing has three hundred soldiers riding tigers under his command, so he is not alone."

"Three hundred warriors riding tigers are strong, and Shi Daiqing also has the cultivation level of the seventh heaven of gods and appearances. Maybe those people in front of Lu Jing are all the bright and bright generations in the world.

Three hundred soldiers riding tigers could not stop any of them. "

Mr. Guanqi nodded first, then shook his head.

"Lu Jing always has some opportunities that even I can't see through, for example... even I don't know why his strands of energy and blood can be connected with three hundred soldiers riding tigers to echo the battle formation."

"Echoing the battle formation?" Mr. Jiu suddenly turned his head: "Lu Jing and three hundred soldiers riding tigers echoing the battle formation?"

"Besides, there are obviously as many as five people who went to stop Lu Jing..."

Mr. Nine hasn't finished speaking yet.

But there was a tiger's howl suddenly contagious in the valley.

Lu Jing has now walked directly above the valley.

Each of the four powerhouses has supernatural powers, and profound arts will be added to them.

Feng Zhuhe turned into a human form, holding a sword in his hand, and the light of the sword made waves.

Right now...

Click!

Feng Zhuhe suddenly stopped his figure, turned his head to look, but saw the phantom of the white dragon behind him shattered.

A wounded black dragon with blurred eyes broke through the clouds and devoured her.

call!

Howl!

Roar!

Three hundred warriors riding tigers jumped into the battlefield at some point.

"My lord..." Shi Daiqing saluted Lu Jing, and there was shock in his eyes.

He didn't know what the fate of [General Shanhe] was, and he didn't even know why Master Lu Jing could melt into their Yujing battle formation with his blood?

Holding the sword, Lu Jing looked around: "A strong enemy is blocking the way, just to support my sword power and sword spirit!"