My brother is too strong.

Everyone couldn't believe it.

Ji Yan was a Yuanying just now, and everyone thought there was nothing wrong with it.

His momentum and temperament were there, and it was not that Yuanying was unjust.

But what about Lu Shaoqing?

It was difficult for everyone to associate him with Yuanying.

No Yuanying would be like Lu Shaoqing, right?

Where is the temperament of a master?

Instead, he has more of a rogue temperament.

Such people are Yuanying, is there any justice?

"Yes, I am a Yuanying, surrender." Lu Shaoqing became arrogant and said to Duanmu Shan, "Hurry up and commit suicide, I'm in a hurry."

Duanmu Shan was in doubt. Lu Shaoqing's aura did not burst out completely, making it difficult for Duanmu Shan to judge Lu Shaoqing's true strength.

But being able to kill Leng Yuechuan with one sword was not something that Yuanying could not do.

Duanmu Shan was a little more vigilant in his heart. He said coldly, "What kind of hero is it to bully the younger generation?"

At the same time, he quickly stared at his son and was ready to take action at any time.

Lu Shaoqing could kill Leng Yuechuan with one sword, so he could also kill his son.

"Yes, there is no sense of accomplishment in bullying such a small character, but," Lu Shaoqing's eyes suddenly became cruel, "it feels great."

At the same time, he attacked Duanmu Xian and stabbed him with another sword.

Duanmu Xian was scared to death.

Leng Yuechuan, who was at the seventh level of Jindan, was killed by one sword. How could he, who was at the fifth level of Jindan, resist it?

But he couldn't resist it. He screamed in fear, retreated, and desperately took out magic tools, talismans and other things to resist Lu Shaoqing's sword.

The sword light came, and Duanmu Xian desperately urged the spiritual power in his body. In the face of death, Duanmu Xian felt that he was definitely performing beyond his normal level.

However, the imagined pain did not come, and there was not even much movement.

Duanmu Xian looked closely and found that he was fine.

Me, did I block his attack?

Duanmu Xian was ecstatic.

Could it be...

Before Duanmu Xian could figure out what the reason was, a scream came, and Duanmu Xian's face changed drastically.

That was the voice of his father Duanmu Shan.

He looked up and saw that his father Duanmu Shan had fallen into the sword light.

The sword light was like a blazing dark red flame, covering the sky and the sun.

Duanmu Xian didn't understand what happened.

Only those who had been watching the battle knew what happened.

Lv Shaoqing seemed to attack Duanmu Xian, and Duanmu Shan came to intercept him at the first time, but he never thought that Lu Shaoqing's real target was Duanmu Shan.

A sword passed by, like the stars in the sky falling, passing through the void, turning into countless flames, and instantly swallowing Duanmu Shan.

Duanmu Shan was caught off guard by Lu Shaoqing's sword.

However, feeling Duanmu Shan's breath, Lu Shaoqing frowned. Wouldn't the second move be able to do anything to him?

There was no way, he could only give him a more powerful taste.

Duanmu Shan had just resisted Lu Shaoqing's attack, and he roared in anger, "Despicable young man, die!"

The furious Duanmu Shan used his ultimate move.

The same flames burst out, and countless flames turned into fire crows all over the sky, like the golden crow in the sky, flying all over the sky, shocking people.

This is my proud move, and it will definitely kill you.

Duanmu Shan's face was distorted, and murderous intent was everywhere, which made the spectators next to him extremely frightened.

Being attacked by Lu Shaoqing was a shame, a shame that could not be washed away in a lifetime.

If killing everyone on the top platform was to realize his ambition, then now there is another reason.

Killing people to silence them, so as not to let this shameful thing spread.

Duanmu Shan was confident in his ultimate move.

Even his son Duanmu Xian was the same. Duanmu Xian shouted, "Father, kill him, let him taste your ultimate move."

Even the people who were forced to retreat to the edge to watch whispered.

"This is the Fire God Crow of the Duanmu family, a top-level earth-level technique."

"It is said that the Duanmu family ancestor in the late Nascent Soul stage has improved it and it has become a heaven-level technique."

"It's really scary. Even the big sects don't have many heaven-level techniques, right?"

"Can he resist it?"

"It's hard to resist. In front of this move, even if he is a Nascent Soul, he has to avoid it."

Meng Xiao became nervous. If they can't beat Duanmu Shan, they will all die.

But she knows about the Fire God Crow. The Yuding Sect has a good relationship with the Duanmu family, so she can learn more.

The Fire God Crow is already a heaven-level technique, which has gone beyond the earth-level category and has become more powerful.

Can he resist it?

Under the gaze of everyone, facing the fire crows that are coming from the sky, Lu Shaoqing is not in a hurry.

Mo Junjian strikes again.

The third chapter of the Lihuo Sword ArtStyle.

Fire and sky!

The sword intent soared into the sky, and the violent sword intent seemed to pierce, tear and explode the sun in the sky.

Countless sword intents filled the void, and then turned into divine fire all over the sky.

Burning the sky and destroying the earth.

It seemed that there was an endless white flame burning, and the void was twisted.

The fire crows that came from the sky screamed hoarsely, like moths flying into the fire, and burned up in the flames.

"What is this?"

Duanmu Shan was terrified. At this moment, he felt the fear completely.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Facing the oncoming flames, he was swallowed again.

Duanmu Shan's first feeling was endless heat, as if he fell into the alchemy furnace, surrounded by endless high temperature.

Duanmu Shan knew that this was just his illusion.

He struggled to resist, but in front of this sword, he found that any resistance he had was in vain.

The spiritual energy protecting the body, the defense of the magic weapon, the magic talisman, and even the defense of the formation could not withstand this sword.

The spiritual energy dissipated, and the magic weapon collapsed.

In front of this sword, Duanmu Shan felt that he was like a mortal facing the collapse of a snowy mountain, and any action was in vain.

Finally, Duanmu Shan could no longer hold on, and with a scream, he disappeared in the flames.

After a few breaths, a stream of light flew out.

This was Duanmu Shan's Nascent Soul, which was scarred, weak, and with endless fear on his face, he wanted to escape from here.

However, Lu Shaoqing had already made preparations and had been waiting for a long time.

The slender right hand easily grabbed Duanmu Shan's Nascent Soul.

Looking at Lu Shaoqing, who was like a giant, Duanmu Shan was completely scared.

He begged Lu Shaoqing for mercy, "Mercy, mercy..."

Lu Shaoqing's expression was indifferent, like a god, how could he care about the begging of an ant?

The spiritual consciousness swept through like a storm, Duanmu Shan screamed, and his eyes lost their luster.

The unconscious Nascent Soul turned into pure energy and was completely absorbed.

Now it was up to Ji Yan. Lu Shaoqing raised his head, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the formation and saw Ji Yan...