Peerless Daoist

Creak!

A rustling sound was heard around Lu Yu.

Originally placed in the room some of the green plants, now began to grow crazily, the moment will be blooming, green leaves.

The ancient heart of Ten Thousand Buddhas was constantly refined in his body, and a stream of pure wood attribute elements filled Lu Yu's body. Lu Yu suddenly felt some numbness in his body, and some hidden injuries were quickly repaired at this moment.

It was just a blow from Daojun. It was too powerful. Almost none of Lu Yu's bones was in good condition. It took a long time to repair this kind of injury.

"Recovered about 50% of the injury, but I was also lucky because of misfortune, and the body was further tempered."

Lu Yu felt his body recovered again and became stronger than ever.

In order to improve their physical fitness, many ancient strong people would often challenge some strong people to enhance their fighting power through continuous fighting.

Zhao Ling's roar did not directly kill Lu Yu, but made his whole body more tenacious. After Lu Yu is fully recovered, it will certainly be different.

"Well?"

Lu Yu suddenly raised his head and immediately sensed a divine consciousness sweeping over the city.

"It's very fast." Lu Yu murmured.

At this time, Lu Yu's eyebrows suddenly feel a threat attack, and instantly leave the bed.

Almost in the moment Lu Yu dodged, countless iron wires fell on the bed, and instantly split it into pieces.

"Where else do you want to hide?" Bingsan's cold laughter immediately echoed in Lu Yu's ears.

As he spoke, countless silk threads splashed like waterfalls, which covered Lu Yu's eyes in an instant.

"Broken!"

Lu Yu suddenly points to Bing Sany, and his sword Qi breaks out, breaking all the dense iron wires in front of him.

The strong sword Qi penetrates all the silk thread around in an instant, and goes straight towards the third three.

Bingsan's face was very calm, but when he got close to the sword, his face suddenly changed.

"Thousands of silk!" Bingsan waved his hands back and forth, and countless dense silk threads appeared in front of him.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

The sword cut through countless dense silk threads all the way, leaving a big sword wound on the body of C-3.

"It turned out to be a fairy, but I underestimated you."

Lu Yu has now escaped from the scope of mortal City, but C3 grinned grimly, and his whole body's magic power erupted, controlling countless silk threads to rush toward the landing plume.

Seeing this, Lu Yu quickly wields the spirit of chopping the immortal sword, and cuts off the thin lines close to him. His heart is already sinking into the bottom of the valley.

This assassin is actually the strength of Dixian.

It seems that there is only one difference between the two, but there is a big difference between them.

Lu Yu's own strength can be comparable to the early Dixian, but he is now injured and can't stretch his hands and feet at all.

After a short period of thinking, Lu Yu has already thought about it.

"If you want to kill someone, why use your own knife."

Lu Yu flies to the ruins of the former city.

Seeing that Lu Yu is still ready to flee, C-3's heart is also a slight obliteration.

"This son's skill is a bit strange, and he can cut off my silk. He must be arrested and severely tortured. " A burst of greed in his heart ran after him in the direction of the landing plume.

Both of them were very fast. Almost breathing time, they returned to the scope of the abandoned city again.