Immortal Kendo

() The True Explanation of Immortality records the method of turning back the power of the spirit and soul. Among them, it attaches to the wind of the sword and evolves into a ferocious monster that shakes the soul, which is a very crude one.

As long as you can be tough and not afraid of the enemy, after all, the spiritual phantom will not kill the slightest bit, and it will only be useless.

But Zhao Xiangwu only knew about the existence of a tiger that shakes the world in the tortoise shell illustration book. How could he not be afraid of the vivid tiger phantom that Lu Mo transformed into? !

In fact...he was about to shit his pants and pee his crotch.

Zhao Xiangwu, whose scalp was numb, instinctively blocked, but the light of the sword lightly passed over his neck, like a gentle breeze...

All the audience were stunned, because Zhao Xiangwu, who was still majestic just now, was shouting in despair: "Is my head still there?"

The three thousand disciples laughed so hard that they leaned back and beat their chests, because Lu Mo's phantom was only aimed at Zhao Xiangwu, and what caught the eyes of the rest of the disciples was Lu Mo's waving his sword with his teeth bared. Fell to the ground limply.

Those who have perfected their bodies are really so fragile?

Yu Shendao changed color in amazement, much more exaggerated than Zhao Xiangwu, and grabbed Ming Qing's neck: "The manipulation of psychic phantoms, can a guy in the Spirit Sea Realm do it? How can I remember unless it is Great cultivators at the Spirit Sea Realm can't manipulate psychic power like that in other realms!"

Ming Qing's face was dull: "Baoyuan Realm is new to spiritual energy, Linghai Realm is familiar with psionic energy, and Linghai Realm controls psychic liquid... His is definitely a control-level psionic use!"

The group of elders did not wake up for a long time in shock.

Yu Shen Taoist suddenly waved his arms with a ferocious face: "He is nainai, I want to take him as a disciple!"

Dou Mo and Jin Chan couldn't laugh or cry, they both shook their heads, the former explained: "That's his super-strong soul, although you and I can vividly feel the cruelty of that tiger trying to torture and kill living people, but it's just Good at imitation, but clumsy at power."

The elders all fell silent, but none of them felt relieved at all by Dou Mo's explanation.

Because strength can be improved over time, but a talent that can be simulated vividly?That's really unique!If cultivating the Tao only requires one crazy cultivator to practice hard, then why are there only so few powerful people in the realm of life and death?Why do the ten sects so respect the practice of epiphany?

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Zhao Xiangwu was pinched by the neck by Lu Mo dejectedly, then he lifted it off the ground with all his strength, held it flat in front of him, and sneered slightly: "I am a lowly poor ghost, but I hold your life and death in my hands now, emperor, son, ge ,Down!"

Zhao Xiangwu closed his eyes in pain, and then murmured in a low voice. Lu Mo immediately patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "That's a good idea! Then we will see each other, Your Excellency..."

The former forced a smile, and all the loneliness of defeat disappeared from his brows, and he suddenly hooked up with him and became extremely friendly.

"After your ten sword fights are over, senior brother will celebrate you at the Beauty Building with Swords!" Zhao Xiangwu smiled generously, then bowed his hands respectfully, saying goodbye to him.

The three thousand disciples were all confused, and for some reason, the two who had just fought so hard to separate were suddenly as affectionate as blood-drinking brothers who cut chicken heads and roasted rice wine. Could it be that heroes suck heroes? Both sides actually have Longyang short sleeves Is it good to divide peaches?Countless people shivered in unison.

It was a complete victory against those who had perfected their body, and everyone had no doubts about it, because Lu Mo couldn't win more beautifully.

Walking in the terrifying sword rain, subduing arrogant nobles with one sword, will become a legend that everyone talks about, but Lu Mo's practice in retreat is really a bit ignorant. In fact, among the three thousand outer disciples, Xu Muyuan and Zhao Xiangwu The sword cultivator who is most likely to become the core disciple is the one with the highest voice.

But they were all defeated in the hands of Lu Mo, who only had the fourth level of physical training, oh no, the fifth level of physical training.Thinking of this, the disciples of the outer sect were resentful and annoyed that Lu Mo was able to break through in the month of sword fighting and step into the acupoints to practice. What a shit luck.

But no matter what, the sword fight between Lu Mo and the outer disciples has come to an end.The strongest Dzogchen masters have been defeated repeatedly, and those low-level disciples may all be able to deliver food... Who would want to be bored and add defeats to their sword fighting resume?

After staying for three hours, the remaining nine sparring rounds with the only ones who were happy to see the heart hunter also ended quickly. Lu Mo remembered the agreement with Zhao Xiangwu, so he immediately forcibly pulled himself together and walked to the beauty building with swords.

The outer disciples along the way all responded with awe. Who would have thought that the young man who rushed to Tianjianzong full of dust, who was once like a dejected dog, could suddenly soar and shine two months later? !The inner disciples also recognized his strength, and felt that according to Lu Mo's level, it was impossible to downgrade, so they all nodded frequently to show their closeness.

Lu Mo naturally responded humbly and politely.

Upstairs of the beauty holding the sword, a group of pretty female monks, all dressed in tailored pure white Taoist robes, fluttered around in front of the anxious Zhao Xiangwu.

When Lu Mo finally appeared downstairs, the frightening haze on Zhao Xiangwu's face dissipated, and he couldn't help but nodded in relief, and went downstairs to greet him warmly: "Junior Brother Lu is almost in a hurry, come upstairs Drink and rest for a while, the sword fight should be settled smoothly, I specially ordered the kitchen to prepare dragon berry juice to relieve your fatigue."

One tael of dragonberry juice can be sold to ten spirit stones. Lu Mo couldn't help but sigh... How good is the discount!

After sitting down in the elegant room of the beauty holding the sword building, Zhao Xiangwu suddenly clapped his hands, and all the female cultivators retreated immediately, and Zhao Xiangwu also said solemnly: "If you need something, the beauty holding the sword All the female crowns in the building are up to you to play with. But please be sure to listen to the brother's request first."

Lu Mo drank the delicious juice and said with a faint smile, "Brother, please tell me that I am very interested in your proposal today."

"50 yuan mid-grade spirit stone, no problem at all, I will pay half of the deposit first." Zhao Xiangwu immediately took off a pouch from his waist, handed it to Lu Mo, and then lowered his voice: "My dream of the throne All bets are on the senior brother. Zhao Shenwu and I, Zhao Xiangwu, have actually killed the other princes who participated in the seizure of the throne in Zhao Kingdom, and now there are only two candidates in front of the father, me and him."

"But now I have suffered a complete defeat, junior brother, please forgive me for taking the liberty. In addition to your low background, my situation is already in a precarious situation." Zhao Xiangwu shook his head apologetically, and then continued to say solemnly: "Then Zhao Shenwu will also come to my Tianjianzong to observe the sword fight, in fact, his intention is to compete with me, then I will definitely encourage him to fight with you, please be sure to fight and win."

Lu Mo cautiously did not respond immediately, but asked aloud: "Then how much is the difference between Zhao Shenwu's words and your cultivation level?"

"It's also the completion of body training." Zhao Xiangwu said indifferently, but his expression was a little astringent: "But he is the trump card disciple of Feng Mozong, and it is rumored that he has been valued by the elders of the inner sect, and he has been given three Shengyuan pills! "

"What is that?" Lu Mo couldn't help smiling.

Zhao Xiangwu couldn't help sighing: "Sheng Yuan Pill, the top-grade yellow-grade elixir, can help people temporarily break through the barriers between the body-forging state and the Yuan-holding state, but at the cost of consuming potential. But you know, for our royal heirs, the most What you are not afraid of is consuming potential, as long as the throne and Jiuxi are in your hands, you can get any number of elixir at your fingertips. At that time...he will definitely take Shengyuan Pill!"

"You said...he is the trump card disciple of the Demon Sealing Sect?" Lu Mo's warm smile suddenly turned cold, making Zhao Xiangwu tremble.

"That's right." He was very sure.

"I'll take it, but I'll add another 30 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones, and the matter will be delivered." Lu Mo responded lightly, because he suddenly remembered that Lin Qingcheng's sect was the famous Fengmo sect.Although the two parties resolved the marriage amicably, after all, he was bullied and came to the door, and he got out of this difficulty by compromising with others.

Furthermore, what a proud man Lu Mo is in his bones!Even if Lin Qingcheng doesn't care, with his male chauvinism, he has to prove to Lin Qingcheng that I am definitely not the ignorant and naughty dude in your eyes, but a tough guy who stands upright!

"Zhao Shenwu? Shengyuan Dan? I will kill you..." Recalling the shame of the past, the furious Lu Mo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, directly rejecting Zhao Xiangwu's eclectic invitation to play with the beautiful female cultivators together , Back to the Immortal Mansion to practice the True Solution of Immortality diligently.

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"Those female cultivators are all mortal women pretending to be. Zhao Xiangwu is quite interesting. I said that Tianjianzong would never allow female cultivators to do such nasty things... Zhao Xiangwu is so nasty and wretched Wushuang!" Before going to bed at night, Lu Mo couldn't help feeling remorse, and then slandered Zhao Xiangwu slanderously, and fell into a deep sleep.

All night without a trace.

Lu Mo woke up and continued to fight swords with the rest of the outer sect monks vigorously. After killing them, they cried for their father and mother, and then went to be brutally tortured by the inner sect brothers.

Facing the strong man in the Yuanyuan Realm, Lu Mo really had nothing to do, but his defeat in the sword fight with the inner sect brother had no effect on his inner sect core disciples, so he only regarded it as accumulation to challenge Zhao Shenwu. experience of.

The fighting madman Lu Mo has been fighting fiercely until No. 20 and nine days. When the period of sword fighting was exhausted, he finally got news from Zhao Xiangwu that Zhao Shenwu had arrived smoothly and was sharpening his sword to challenge Lu Mo and prove to his father He is stronger than Zhao Xiangwu.

Lu Mo smiled ferociously and stood under the light of the silver moon.

In the high-intensity sword fight that lasted for a full 29 days, Lu Mo fought with the outer disciples and won all; he fought with the inner disciples and lost all.But the brothers who defeated him all encouraged him one after another. On the one hand, Lu Mo gave them a victory after all. On the other hand, the brothers are not blind and stupid pigs. It is helping each other in the snow, and we can help each other if we are not sure in the future.

Lu Mo's martial arts arena was already cold, because no one could stop his wild victory, and those outside disciples who were waiting to see his jokes also shut up, all worried about how to repay the debt owed by that bastard Lu Mo. I won't put on a good face for him.

"Who will fight with me?" Lu Mo said calmly to the audience, but there were very few people who came to take their own humiliation.

"I, Zhao Shenwu!" A sword with the seal of Feng Mozong's fangs and furious teeth totem was suddenly inserted into the hard stone slab of the martial arts platform!

Lord, here we come.