Cultivation Is Like This

   Chapter 405 What a terrible chapter name

   The corpse rolled down, and the primordial spirit was shattered.

died?

   The laughter came to an abrupt end, and the monsters looked stiff, as if a big hand was stuck between their throats, and the laughter surged up in their stomachs, but they couldn't come out.

  The most loyal ones on the road, all the monsters stared at Lu Bei... the black magic knife in his hand.

   The number of physical training paths that the bald head walks, in terms of cultivation, there are not a few who can beat him in the field, but when it comes to melee combat, there are very few who dare to beat him in the field.

   Being beheaded so easily, even Primordial Spirit did not escape...

   The demons looked at Lu Bei for a while out of caution.

   There is nothing wrong with it. In the early stage of refining the virtual realm, there is nothing special about it. It is possible to kill the bald body and the primordial spirit, all thanks to a treasured sword.

   Speaking of the black magic knife, Lu Bei was speechless for a while.

In terms of grade, this knife is tied with the Xuanzhu bow, an artifact of Xiongchu. In terms of popularity, it comes from a magic repair mountain gate in the extreme west. Mo Buxiu also deliberately left a book to explain, no matter how you look at it, it is a good baby.

   But that's not the case.

   This knife is nothing special except that it is a little harder.

   Xuanzhu bow is also one of the three dignified and majestic artifacts of Chu.

  In fact, it is difficult to match with the reputation. There are many bragging elements in the magic weapon. Lu Bei can only think so.

   "Good knife!"

   The ink-blooded old demon nodded and praised, then changed the topic and said coldly: "Kill him and chop it into minced meat."

  "JieJieJieJie------" xN

   A group of demons laughed loudly, or manifested demon bodies, or controlled magic weapons.

  Lu Bei tapped his toes on the ground, retreated a thousand meters, looked at the monsters and monsters coming hand in hand, with a flick of his arm, the magic knife in his palm trembled like a dragon.

  Buzzing————

  A masterpiece of white light, covering up all the light in the small world for a while.

  Kilometers away, the monsters in the field are close to their eyes, the distance of beckoning, the white light skyrockets, and a few strange birds in the front row with their wings closed their eyes subconsciously.

   One second before, two lines of blood and tears flowed down;

   A second later, the white high wall that seemed to be in essence covered his face, and his body shattered a little bit on the way back.

  The light falls, there is no sound, and the murderous intent remains unabated.

The    monsters opened their eyes and stared blankly ahead. There should be many acquaintances there, but now, there is nothing.

   swept across with a single blade, and most of the demon cultivator camp evaporated, and the demons below the Void Refinement Realm were even more vulnerable.

  Lu Bei's arms trembled slightly, the black magic sword was standing beside him, his chest heaved violently, only his indifferent face remained silent.

   He is empty, pretending that he can fight another 300 rounds!

  The demons put Lu Bei's trembling arms under their eyes, and the fear in their hearts disappeared. The rain stopped and the sky was clear. They felt that they could do it again.

  However, after all, he is a talented person in the mix, and he doesn't want to die under Lu Bei's counter-attack, so although there are many sneers, none of them really stand out.

The ink-blooded old demon has no light on his face. As the leading elder brother, it is impossible to end the game in person. The integration period is complete, and it is only one step away from entering the tribulation period. Scythe:

   "Go and kill him."

  The scythe was ordered to go into battle, his arms were raised high, and the boundless darkness opened in an instant, and the swallowing force was unstoppable.

   But in the next second, an indestructible dark cloth ripped open a hole, the black magic knife was gleaming in autumn water, coated with a scorching white halo, and slashed straight on the head of the long sickle with indifferent killing intent.

  The moment the blade slipped, the long sickle's body was divided into two, like a clone, but not a clone, avoiding the fatal blow at the critical moment.

  Lu Bei let out a small snort. He didn't know what magical power he was practicing on the opposite side. His split body was the same as his original aura, and he was even smarter than his 3000 body.

   "Isn't that Ink Blood Dafa?"

   "Where did the long sickle learn the unique skills of the ink-blooded old demon, are they... that kind of relationship?"

   "No wonder the long sickle is obedient to the ink-blooded old demon, and they are in a relationship of master and apprentice, so let's play acting..."

   The demons were stealing BB, and their voices were a bit loud, which made the face of the ink-blooded old demon very dull. He glared at the long sickle viciously, and during the fit period, he was training in the virtual realm, but he was forced out of his trump card by his opponent, and he trained on a dog with his cultivation base?

   The long sickle secretly complained, and the virtual state of the integration period should be a crushing situation, but only when facing Lu Bei did he know that this virtual state of refining is not as simple as it seems. The meaning of the sword is not like the meaning of the sword, the sword is not like the sword, the whole body is strange, it is a hard bone that is extremely difficult to chew.

   Regardless of the gloomy face of the ink-blooded old demon, the long sickle made a decisive decision and let out a long howl.

   Frost swept across, flames swept the ground, black smoke rushed into the sky, and demon clouds rolled in...

   Surrounded by the nine demons who arrived in Wu Zhou with the long sickle, and the long sickle, there were ten monks in total.

   He can still beat ten!

   Looking at the encirclement of strong soldiers and horses, the long sickle is determined, regardless of the level or the number of people, his own side will crush the opposite side, ten to one, the advantage is in him.

   This is steady.

   Ink-blooded old demon's face was so gloomy that it was terrifying, and he even had to call a helper when he was training in the virtual realm during the integration period.

  Looking away, in the past, he praised Chang Scythe for being thoughtful and calm in dealing with things. He was a good apprentice who could pass on his legacy.

   The ink-blooded old demon planned to settle accounts in the autumn. On Lu Bei's side, he did not intend to give him a chance to teach his apprentices a lesson. He held a long knife and went straight to Wu Laoxie.

   is not the first to pick the weak, but after passing through several villages in a row, and seeing the tragic situation in the worm's nest, this person has been listed by him on the must-kill list.

   White light hit his face, and the murderous star came with a knife.

  Like the long sickle, Wu Laoxie, who faced Lu Bei directly, was worried. Even if he had an advantage in numbers, he could not bring much warmth to his gradually cold heart.

  The increasing pressure made it hard for him to breathe, and the primordial spirit couldn't help but let out a whimper.

  ! ! !

   The skin sack exploded, and the hundred-meter-long centipede climbed the clouds, swallowing flames in its **** mouth, and a red bead spun and charged, hitting Lu Bei.

   On the left and right sides, there are Feimang wielding a rain of ice knives and arrows, and there is a demonic miasma who manifests the body of the great demon. The road ahead is blocked, and the only way to retreat is to retreat.

  Lu Bei did not retreat but advanced, and pointed at Wu Laoxie with a sword.

   Five-color beams of light soared into the sky, Yinglong phantom roared in the sky, and the four elephants and beasts guarded the south, south, and northwest.

  The center is divided into four palaces, and violent coercion descends on the small world in an instant, filling thousands of corners, suppressing ten demons and unable to move.

  The four spirits of the sky lead down twenty-eight stars, the five elements and five elephants walk in five colors of brilliance, and in the small world, the divine light is radiant, stirring up the mountains and rivers, and venting boundless mighty power.

   In one encounter, the millipede centipede blew open the cracks all over its body, and before the green juice splashed out, it was covered by five brilliance.

The    primordial spirit is also the same, burnt out under the irradiation of light.

   "Not good, this kid is weird, I'll hurry back."

  In the small world, there are the four spirits of the sky above, the five elements and five images below, the edges of the cracked cracks, and black and white swimming fish are faintly visible.

   The terrifying scene made the ink-blooded old demon take a deep breath. Although he didn't know where Lu Bei was sacred, he also knew that this person practiced the mysterious and unparalleled exercises, and could refine the body of the emptiness and cut the fusion period. The long sickle may not be an opponent.

   The idea was right, but it was too late.

   The white horse training ended, the blade swept across, and the bright white light broke through the void in an instant.

  Like a volcano that has accumulated for countless years, it spews hot and hot in an instant, and the white light that dissolves everything is everywhere.

   At this moment, the strongest scythe in the battle formation was in a trance, the sky and the earth were white, and everything he saw and heard was nothing.

  The rest are even more unbearable, the immortal sword will kill the visible and invisible, and their tyrannical posture makes them unable to resist, nor can they have the idea of ​​resistance. Before the whistling of the white light, the primordial spirit perished before the physical body due to the visual contact with the sword intent.

   There is no vitality, and this space in the small world has been killed with one sword!

   "Okay, good sword intent."

The ink-blooded old demon squinted his eyes slightly, and there was scarlet in the two gaps. He stared at Lu Bei and said, "You said that you are from the Xuanyin Division of Wuzhou, but this seat thinks you are a swordsman from the Tianjian Sect, right or not? "

   "So what?"

  Lu Bei sneered, put away the black magic sword, and replaced it with the elder sword of Zhan Lexian.

"Junior, open your eyes and see clearly. Although Qi Yan is the one doing business with this seat, there is also the meaning of your Heavenly Sword Sect elders. Now go back and receive your punishment. This seat will say something nice for you, maybe It can save your life."

   The ink-blooded old demon screamed angrily. If he was not afraid of the great power of Tianjianzong's tribulation period, he would have to peel off Lu Bei's cramps and imprison the primordial spirit to burn in the scorching sun every day.

  Lu Bei was silent when he heard the words. When he followed Wu Laoxie and Feimang, he saw that Dianguang Dawang turned a deaf ear to the demons, so he guessed that the demons gathered here and Tianjianzong had an inseparable relationship.

but……

   is still somewhat of a fluke.

  Before, he had nothing to do with the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the pursuit of immortal sword intent was also to obtain a powerful skill, and he had little feeling for the Heavenly Sword Sect, which was doomed to rebellion.

   It's neither good nor bad, I don't care, just like a passerby.

   Later, I was familiar with Zhan Hongqu and Zhan Lexian, and I felt that Tianjianzong was not all rebels, and many people were pure sword cultivators who were loyal to the Abandonment Sutra or Tianjianzong's signature, and it was really unfair to kill them with a stick.

  Lian Lin, Wang Yan and other forty-seven conservative sword cultivators appeared, he put on the pseudonym of Tianjian Sect Sect Master, and his **** was crooked, and the thought of Tianjian Sect's sins would not die.

   And now, Lu Bei had to admit that he was an ordinary person who was easily emotional, and felt that the Heavenly Sword Sect was rotten and hopeless.

"Humph!"

   Seeing that Lu Bei didn't say a word, the ink-blooded old demon threw his sleeves in anger: "This seat is the bigger picture, and I don't have the same knowledge as your junior. I left quickly and disturbed the plans of the two families. You can't afford it."

   "It's a bit whimsical to want to be independent when someone is in the game." Lu Bei sighed deeply.

"what?"

   The ink-blooded old demon frowned, with no head or tail, and didn't understand what Lu Bei was talking about.

   "This suzerain said, you should kill..."

  Lu Bei dropped the elder's sword, waved to the distance in the sky, and glanced at a group of monsters and monsters: "You..."

   The black light broke through the void, and Da Shitian cheered around Lu Bei.

   "Damn!"

   One more chapter, Happy Children's Day

   (end of this chapter)