The sound of long swords rubbing on the ground came.

Lu Changgen stabilized his figure and suddenly raised his head.

The bleak autumn breeze blew softly between the two, and the sky seemed to darken a little.

There was no rain, but there was a bit of depression.

"You are standing by, I just moved my muscles and bones," Xu Zimo turned and smiled at Fan Luoyu.

Fan Luoyu nodded blankly.

"This black cloth seems to be changed again," Xu Zimo touched the black cloth in front of his eyes, grinning lightly.

"It seems that I underestimated you," Lu Changgen stood up with his sword, looking at Xu Zimo coldly, and said.

"What you said, it doesn't matter to kill him?" Xu Zimo looked at Ji Ruobing and said.

"The ancestor Mohe has said, there are still falsehoods," Ji Ruobing looked at the ancestor of Mohe and smiled.

The ancestor Mohe snorted coldly and did not answer.

"It seems that some people don't put me in the eyes. This is really sad," Lu Changgen had a sick smile on his face.

I saw him stick out his tongue and lick the blade, his eyes flashed with blood and looked towards Xu Zimo.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword passed through the Wugeng Void, killing over with the intent of destruction.

The sword is four feet long, the body of the sword is quietly black, and the hilt is engraved with a shadow of a crescent moon.

When all of the soaring sword intent came, Xu Zimo did not move at all.

Because his eyes are invisible, everything is illusory in his perception.

To be precise, it should be abstract.

There was no other sight in his sight, only Lu Changgen and his sword intent.

Xu Zimo slowly stretched out his right hand, and a knife was condensed at his fingertips, and he saw his finger flick.

The knife intent instantly turned into a phantom and shot out.

There was a crisp "bang" crash.

As the blade intent hits the tip of the sword, another strong force came, and Lu Changgen's figure not only flew upside down.

Even the long sword in his hand could not be grasped and fell directly to the ground.

"This guy," Zhihang who was next to him was dumbfounded.

He felt that Xu Zimo didn't use all his strength at all, just like a monkey, playing with Lu Changgen.

Without rushing to beat him.

"Senior Sister, is this guy really that strong?" Zhi Hang looked at Ji Ruobing, still a little unsure.

Even the facts seem to be in front of you.

You have to know what the existence of the Immortal Slaying Sect is, it represents the peak of the power of the entire Yuanyang Continent.

And their Tianjiao who killed the Immortal Sect can also be said to be the Tianjiao of Yuanyang Mainland.

The absolute king among the younger generation.

The saint sons and saint women who go out in every age are the existence of the earth-shattering ghosts.

"When did I lie to you?" Ji Ruobing replied.

"To be honest, before meeting him, my biggest opponent had always been Lu Changhen.

It's a pity that I learned later that there was someone outside of this sentence. "

"I still refuse, although I hate Lu Changgen.

But his strength is far from that," Zhi Hang said in anger, looking at Xu Zimo.

"He hasn't used his full strength yet."

"Interesting," Lu Changgen stood up, bent over and picked up the long sword on the ground.

There was blood surging all over his body.

Even the sword in his hand began to turn blood red.

The wind blew up, and the thick oblique bangs on his forehead fluttered with the wind.

As time passed slowly, the **** gas entwined around him became heavier and heavier.

Even in the end, it has evolved into a torrent, rolling in.

Lift into the air, skyrocket.

The **** torrent was surging, covering Lu Changgen's whole body.

"The Slaughter Sword came, and everything died."

He only heard Lu Changgen's cold drink, his body tilted slightly, and he rushed towards Xu Zimo to kill him.

The long sword in his hand has completely become blood red.

When the sword was swung, a long **** thread filled the tip of the sword.

With a "boom", when this sword came, it was as powerful as the sky pierced through the sun, and its momentum was like a rainbow.

Seeing this sword so powerful, Xu Zimo chuckled lightly.

The power of creation in his right hand surged, without the slightest evasiveness, his spiritual energy turned into a giant palm, and he patted the **** long sword.

Xu Zimo didn't leave any hands with this palm.

The long sword is approaching, when Xu Zimo's big palm falls.

Lu Changgen looked up, only to feel that the big palm covered the sky and the sun, and even the sky above his head was enveloped.

For a time, the mountains and seas were coming, and the endless mighty force suppressed.

This palm seemed as if the real sky had collapsed.

"Rumble" seemed to be the sound of anger falling from the sky.

Lu Changgen raised his sword to greet him, but the same mighty Slaughter Sword was as small as an ant at this moment.

The momentum was completely covered by this palm.

Hearing a "boom", the palm fell.

The vertical and horizontal sword energy was completely annihilated.

The world... is quiet.

The face of the ancestor Mohe in the sky changed slightly, but he also held the identity of the ancestor, so he couldn't do anything.

Only a quiet light flashed in his eyes, looking at the place where the big palm fell through the mist.

The dust dissipated a little bit.

The audience was silent.

"That guy, wouldn't he be slapped to death," Zhi Hang said tentatively from the side.

"It's not that simple," Ji Ruobing shook his head slightly.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice coming from the fog.

Everyone looked at it, and saw a figure staggered out of this ruin-like dust.

"Lu Changgen...," Zhi Hang muttered as he watched the figure walking out.

I saw Lu Changgen at the moment, with disheveled hair and embarrassment.

Moreover, his whole body was dripping with blood, and there was almost no place left intact.

"Tick Tick Tick" the sound of blood dripping on the ground.

At the moment he looked very crippled.

But when he raised his head, his eyes looked like stagnant water, without a trace of fluctuation.

The calm contains the tyranny of wind and rain.

Lu Changgen stretched out his right hand and wiped it on his face.

The thick blood almost blocked his sight.

He looked at the blood in his hands and chuckled lightly.

Then he stretched out his blood-red tongue and silently licked the blood on his hand.

"It's fun," he said with a chuckle looking at Xu Zimo.

"I think that in this world, there are only so few people among the younger generation of UU reading www.uuknshu.com who can make me serious.

Now you count one. "

"Fun?" Xu Zimo also chuckled.

"Don't worry, there is more fun."

He slowly raised his right hand and let out a "sword."

Before the sword arrived, the invisible sword intent had begun to diffuse in the void.

Although the weapon Xu Zimo has always used is Ba Ying, he has a soft spot for knife intent.

However, the meaning of all kinds of weapons is not far from its origin.

Even if it can't be used very esoteric, Xu Zimo can still control it with this true magic sword.

The sword intent was overwhelming, followed by the sound of sonic boom.

This is the speed generated when the sword comes at a distance beyond the speed of light.