The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Chapter XX, Who dares to draw a sword?

The vastness of China, the nine countries stand side by side. Work together and attack each other.

The foundation of each empire is a powerful military force, and a peerless powerhouse that emerged from the middle of ordinary human beings and bloomed in the stars.

These strongmen are the cornerstone of imperial security and a weapon for killing.

A sword destroys the city and breaks the country with a fist.

In the long history of mankind, such powerful monks have appeared more than once.

Their existence makes the royal family of the nine kingdoms love and fear. The love is because of their existence, the country is not lost, and the national power does not fall. The fear is that if these strong fists and swords suddenly turn in the direction of their own nationals and cities, or their supreme rulers - who can match?

I don't know which genius politician's inspiration flashed, or after many years of communication, the head of the nine countries gathered together and signed a contract. The name of the contract could not be searched, but the content is probably: At the time of the danger of destroying the country and destroying the city, the country promised never to take the lead in using the peerless powerhouse.

After thousands of years, because of the lack of competition awareness, or the loss of all kinds of secret books, there are fewer and fewer peerless powers. It’s hard to come out one or two. I found that there were no opponents under the world, and the monsters that emerged from all over the country, as well as some small butts that could not be used on the table, went to the deep forest and retired after three days of crying.

However, every practitioner has never stopped at the pace of pursuing the strongest force in the world.

We will never take the lead in using the peerless powerhouse, and we must not have no peerless powerhouse.

The attitudes of the royal families of all countries to the peerless power are extremely respectful, and each of them gives supreme status.

For example, the old **** of the Water Sword Museum.

When Lu Xingkong just joined the military to become a frontier school in adulthood, the old **** of the Zhishui Jianguan has become famous. When Lu Xingkong is not easy to rely on the accumulation of warfare to become a general, he has become the Westwind sword **** that everyone admires.

Of course, the gold content of his Westwind Sword God is much higher than the current wooden bath white - how can it be easily knocked down by a child?

I have to say that although everyone did not say it, many people still think that the current West Gate Jianshen Wood Bath White is a parallel.

I don't know how many battles he has experienced, and he doesn't know how many strong people have been killed. When the world forgets his family name, forgets his name, forgets his moves, and forgets each of his opponents. When everyone thinks of him, he will sincerely call out the nicknames of the three words. Immortal, then it proves that this person has really become a god.

As with all the peerless powers, after people become gods, they naturally do not bother to be mortal.

Besides, he has entered another world, and the pursuit is already the end of the martial arts, the eternal life. The power of the world, the fame and fortune with him has no meaning.

So, he lived in seclusion, and he could be said to be "closed."

All the affairs of the Zhishui Jianguan were handed over to his son, and the new Xifeng Jianshen wooden bath was white.

What I didn’t expect was that the son who had set himself as the swordsmanship benchmark and the water stop sign was blown up, and it was still a little-known child. The Millennium Foundation of the Waterproof Pavilion was about to be destroyed.

The old **** is happy and broken. One person has been living in the cave for so many years, and finally can come out to bathe in the morning sun and breathe a good air to enjoy the flowers and the beautiful young faces of the beautiful female disciples.

I can't just come out in vain. I always have to do something.

Then let the following disciples and grandchildren send a gauntlet to Li Muyang, and appreciate the superb martial arts of the young hero who is emerging in the sky.

Of course, according to the strength and the generation, this is a bit of a bully and a bully.

He also feels that this is very unreasonable and will attract criticism from the world.

But it doesn't matter. When I kill the kid with a sword, the world will soon forget this person. Forgetting about it, the Water Sword Museum is still a water-stopping swordhouse that has stood for thousands of years, and it is still The old gods in people's hearts -

No one will remember a loser, no one will always remember a dead person.

However, this kind of thing is a bit shocked in the eyes of Lu Xingkong, and some are out of anger.

He instantly understood the evil intentions of the 'old gods', but how good you are, but how many legends do you have, but what kind of heroes you will grow into in the future, as long as you give you a sword now, you will follow the wind. Oh, no time, it is empty.

This is the so-called killing of Yingjie, breaking the miracle.

Unexpectedly, the old thing used such a household account to the Lu family, using his head on the land.

Lu Xing's eyes are like a knife, staring coldly at the wind elder Li Chengfeng, Shen Sheng said: "You mean - you are sending a gauntlet for the old gods? The challenge is a hairy child?"

The age of the elders of the wind is not as long as the old gods, and the skin is naturally not thick.

When Lu Xingkong questioned him, the shyness in his eyes flashed away and he quickly recovered.

He had long known that he would provoke such an inquiry, but he had already prepared for it, and he said with aloud: "The text is second, and Wu is the second. Can you say strength in terms of the number of years? If so, then the world is better than There are countless elderly people in Lu Gong. Isn’t everyone better than Lu Gong? I can’t see it?”

"Moreover, Li Muyang is not a hairy child, but a real juvenile genius. When he is not in the realm of cultivation, he can kill Cui Jiazhaoyun, and then be accepted by the stars, returning to Tiandu will stop us. The owner of the museum gave a defeat - even our Westwind swords and gods have suffered a big loss in his hands. Such a young strongman is afraid that it is difficult for China. Our old gods see the hunter, and I want to promote and move forward. Tiandu trains more talents, so I want to see if this teenager has its merits. If you can personally give pointers to one or two, it is also a good story. Does Lu Gong think so?"

Lu Xingkong sneered again and again, and screamed: "We have children in Lujia, and we are good or bad. That is what we have in our family. What are you doing with the Shujianjian?"

"Moreover, do you really want to cultivate talents and promote the purpose of advancing? I am afraid that because the last time your boss, the wooden bath white sneak attack failed, the nets were laid down and the elites were stopped. The result was a dance spoon teenager. Defeat, your reputation is sweeping, your face is ugly, so you will move your old gods out? This kind of faceless and skinless thing, only you can stop the water sword museum. I can not think about it. Understand, you are the name of the Heilongjiang Museum, the Millennium Foundation is like this?"

"Lu Gong, I still want to be cautious in my speech-"

"Cautious?" Lu Xingkong interrupted the words of the elders of the wind, looked at him with sarcasm and said: "You can do anything so shameless, but let me speak carefully? Look around, look at this whole City, do you know how many people are closing the door to ridicule you? An old thing that has not been born for a few years, because his son was killed in the street, but he was injured by the person he wanted to kill, so the old thing I don’t know what shame is for the child’s war -"

Lu Xingkong proudly glanced at the hundreds of white robe swordsmen standing on the sides of the Lufu Gate. Yang Sheng asked: "This is the water-stopping swordhouse that Tiandu people rely on to guard? This is what the world calls the loyalty and brave water-stopping sword hall? It’s just a few days when young people are eager to join the water-stopping swords hall. People have bones and swords have spirits. Can you stand up to the proud body that you have grown up on your body? Can you afford the aura of the sword in your hand? Or, you There is no bone at all, and the sword in your hands does not have any aura."

Lu Xingkong had no image and looked at his feet with a sigh of relief. He said with a smirk: "The **** of the shit, you want to be the swordsman that the world respects, but a group of killers who can't stand on the table. When your main water bathhouse and the madman Baili River sneak into the street, your water-swords museum has become a killer guild--oh, it’s still a very incompetent killer guild. Give it a slap."

"Let's go, how dare you -"

"Hugh to rest -"

"Today is going to kill -" -

They were humiliated and attacked by their heads, and they were so embarrassed that they were so embarrassed - it’s hard to listen, and he is #妈's precise. This is simply holding the sharp edge of the knife to determine the position of the heart and then slashing down.

It’s not a problem with bleeding or death.

He wants to kick the water-stopping sword hall into the quagmire and enter the 18th floor of hell.

Those white robe swordsmen are thundering and crazy like dogs.

They are jealous, one after another want to rush to smash the land line into pieces.

No, meat.

"Look at you, look at you-" Lu Xingkong pointed at the sly white robes and swordsmen, and hated the iron and shouted: "The **** are only half-duty, are they not a man? There is no male blood." I am a native of the Air Force, and there are countless arrogant soldiers under me. They say that your mother-in-law will definitely finish your 18th generation, and say that your family will be able to do all the women in your nine ethnic groups. ——"

Lu Xing’s body suddenly stood tall like a spear, his eyes were like an eagle, his body was like a tiger, his face was fearless and he even stared at the wind elders, Shi Junzi Shi Tao, and the white robe swordsman who roared behind him.

"I am jealous of you, I insulted you, what?"

His voice was cold and murderous: "I am standing here, I am standing here and watching you. Who dares to pull the sword, I will kill anyone."