Traveling through the fairy world, I monopolize all the luck in the world!

Fortunately, Lu Bei had a strong physique and was not seriously injured. Before the sword light came, he hurriedly performed the Divine Taixu Step and then continued to perform the Step Forward Slash to rush out in time.

In an instant, he rushed to the icy area twenty feet in front of the camp.

At this moment, he looked at the men in black who fell from the sky with anger on his face.

He wiped his neck hard to stop the bleeding wound.

His eyes were blazing with fire, and he screamed in anger, "It was almost, damn it, I almost died!"

"If I'm really dead, giving me all these opportunities is useless."

He cursed the divine fire in his heart and the small tower on his chest.

He looked at the battle between the four flying swords in the distance, and his expression became even uglier.

Three flying swords faced off against one, but none of them could gain the upper hand. This must be the flying sword of the wandering swordsman at the peak of his powers.

He snorted coldly, and with a thought, he summoned back the three flying swords.

Then, he looked coldly at the dozen or so men in black in front of him.

They were all wearing black cloaks, wrapping themselves tightly.

There were some dark purple rune patterns on the black cloak, which seemed to depict some kind of formation.

It must be some magic weapon that can conceal the aura and isolate it from detection.

No wonder I had never noticed the existence of these people. They actually had such professional assassination equipment.

It must be from some powerful assassination organization.

Whizzing.

Jiang Nan and Lu Xiaohu rushed to Lu Bei's side in an instant.

They both looked terrified and shocked.

"How are you?" Jiang Nan looked at Lu Bei's neck with concern.

Lu Bei said calmly, "It's nothing, just a little scrape."

Lu Xiaohu shouted angrily, "Who are you? Do you dare to tell me your names?"

A tall figure among the men in black smiled and said, "Don't worry, we're not looking for you."

"Let's find him!"

The man in black pointed at Lu Bei's figure.

Lu Bei frowned and said through gritted teeth, "Li Xingyun."

The man in black was stunned for a moment, then laughed contemptuously, "Haha, I didn't expect you to remember my voice?"

After saying that, he untied his cloak, revealing an extremely handsome face.

It was Li Xingyun, the best among the contemporary disciples of the Xinghe Sword Sect.

Li Xingyun looked at Lu Bei with a playful smile, "You have a really good memory."

Lu Bei stared at him intently, sensing that he had reached the peak of freedom.

He sneered and replied, "I couldn't kill you in the secret realm last time, and I've been holding a grudge against you ever since."

Lu Xiaohu also cursed, "You damn Galaxy Sword Sect! If you had the guts, why didn't you flee in disgrace from the secret realm back then?"

"Aren't you afraid of my brother Lu?"

"Li Xingyun, you've already lost. You lost the moment you turned away, not daring to fight any longer."

Lu Xiaohu cursed indignantly.

Li Xingyun glared at Lu Xiaohu, "You nobody, get out of here!"

"Haha, you do have a reputation. You were defeated by my brother Lu," Lu Xiaohu said jokingly.

Li Xingyun was extremely angry, "You!"

Lu Bei asked coldly, "Have you never left the Great Mang and waited a year to come here and ambush me?"

Li Xingyun turned his gaze to Lu Bei again and sneered, "Are you worthy of me waiting for you for a year?"

He pointed at the group of black-clad men around him and said calmly, "The elders in my sect are very interested in you, so they asked me to capture you."

"You know, the Middle-earth Divine Land is very far away from here, and it will take quite a while on the road."

"Plus, if we capture you in the Damang territory, I'm afraid Gai Nie will be guarding you and it will be difficult to take action, so we have no choice but to wait for you in the Tiannan Mountains."

"You guys are walking so slowly. You're really wasting a lot of my training time!"

Li Xingyun said with a look of disgust.

Lu Bei frowned, "Who is looking for me?"

Li Xingyun smiled and said, "You'll know when you come back with me."

"But before that, I should beat you into a cripple before I can take you away."

Lu Bei still frowned in confusion.

Jiang Nan reminded him, "It must be your father's enemy in the sect."

Lu Bei suddenly realized, "Is it Ling Chi?"

"Or Sun Yuchen?"

Li Xingyun was shocked. "It seems you really are that man's son."

"You actually know the name of my senior master."

"Good, now you're not hiding anything anymore."

Lu Bei shrugged, "The whole world will know about it sooner or later anyway."

"Besides, I don't think you can leave peacefully today."

Li Xingyun looked as if he had just heard a huge joke. He pointed at himself and then at the man in black beside him, "You said you won't let us leave safely?"

"Lu Bei, have you lost your mind?"

"You were almost killed by my uncle's sword just now, and now you're saying you won't let us go?"

Lu Bei smiled without saying anything, his mind already communicating with the Yellow Springs Hellcat.

The Yellow Springs Hellcat was very impatient and said that it didn't want to eat humans.

Lu Bei patiently explained, "There must be many remaining beast spirits on this battlefield that haven't disappeared yet."

The Yellow Springs Hellcat still said lazily and listlessly, "They are all too weak. I'm not interested. I won't eat them."

"But for the sake of our old friendship, I'll make an exception and help you this time."

Lu Bei was slightly stunned, and then his eyes lit up.

"What do you mean by old friend?"

Huangquan Hellcat said lazily, "Don't ask, you are too weak now, it's no good knowing too much."

"Oh, okay, please, Brother Cat, help me out later."

"I understand." Huangquan Hellcat responded indifferently.

Lu Bei smiled at Li Xingyun, who looked incredulous, and said, "You must be waiting for me to fight all night and run out of energy before launching a sneak attack."

"In the end, I found that the more I fought, the more energetic I became. Was I angry?"

"Unfortunately, you still can't beat me now. You can only rely on the uncle-level masters around you."

Li Xingyun's face was grim, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Bei, you are still as eloquent as ever."

"However, no matter how good your words are, they will be useless. Today, we are destined to beat you up and take you back."

Lu Bei smiled without saying anything, his eyes teasing.

At this moment, the short man in black beside Li Xingyun moved.

As soon as he moved, Lu Bei immediately tensed up as if facing a great enemy.

Because this swordsman at the peak of the divine realm is a genuine master, definitely the best among the divine masters, and he is the best from the Middle-earth Shenzhou, so he is definitely not an unknown person.

His current strength is not enough to confront a master at the peak of the Divine Wandering Realm. After all, this person is not an evil cultivator, nor a demon cultivator who can be restrained by him.

He is not only the most powerful swordsman among the monks, but also an assassin with a flying sword. One can imagine the killing power he possesses.

Lu Bei looked at the short man in black nervously, with three flying swords ready to go.

But the short man in black just reached out and lifted his cloak, revealing a middle-aged face covered with horrific scars.

This man was short and thin, and apart from the scary scar, his facial features were also ordinary. He was so ordinary that no one would notice him even if he was thrown into a crowd.

But he exuded an astonishing murderous aura, which must have been accumulated from killing many people, and he must have killed many masters.

Because he has an unstoppable momentum, a feeling that if he doesn't move, he will make a big splash.

This is a master in the assassination organization!

Lu Bei stared at the man warily, not understanding why he took off his cloak.

The thin middle-aged man pointed at his face full of horrific scars and looked at Lu Bei calmly.

"Do you know where these came from?"

Lu Bei frowned and said nothing.

The frail middle-aged man laughed at himself and said, "The sect competition back then was made possible by your father."