I have nothing but luck

An arm will never be able to twist a thigh, a mortal will never be able to fight against the God of Wealth, Jiang Jingxing will never be able to twist his ancestor.

He had no choice but to take the disciples of the sword sect to the Fazong, and let Xie Rongjiao and Fang Linhe ride to the academy with their swordsmen's demeanor.

The twelve parts of the Eastern Wilderness are divided into four genera of dragon, tiger, wolf, and eagle, and each genus governs three tribes, with three colors of red, blue, and white.

Among the three Mahayanas who besieged Fazong, there were two patriarchs of the wolf genus, and the other had a slightly different way of attack than the previous two, and looked more like he came from Xihuang.

Although Elder Fazong's Taoism is superb, under the siege of the three Mahayanas, even if he defends with all his strength, he still inevitably leaks two or three flaws, and he is very embarrassed.

He sent a voice transmission to Yu Zheng and Yu Yingqiu, who was fighting with a half-step Mahayana: "Yingqiu, when it's really a last resort, I will try my best to blow myself up to open the gap for you, and you take advantage of the chaos to escape with your disciples."

What he said had a heavy meaning, which made Yu Yingqiu's heart sink.But her hand was steady, her palm was smooth and perfect, even if it was as fine as gravel, she couldn't find a gap to fly in.

The half-step Mahayana who was opposing her moved out claws like hooks, and grabbed Yu Yingqiu's body without any vital points. When each finger was pressed down, it formed a peak by itself, like a mountain falling, and a boulder shaking the ground, both fierce and heavy.

Half-step Mahayana felt pity, and grinned: "What a pretty lady? It's much better to leave this seat than to bury bones in the barren land."

Yu Yingqiu steadied her mind, she dodged the blow gracefully, half-step Mahayana's fingers almost brushed her hair, and suddenly struck her at the back of the head with fingers together.

She stretched out her fingers that were as white as lotus petals, and the five fingers stretched out like hibiscus in full bloom.

Yu Yingqiu smiled sweetly at the martial artist: "It's much better to put aside the darkness and turn to the light now than to leave the dead body on the spot."

After that, she pointed one finger, and the lotus flower suddenly turned into 36 petals, and as she stretched out her palm, she attacked Wu Xiu. Each petal was like a sword, and the castration was slow, but it blocked all the retreats of Wu Xiu There is no way to escape, the body-protecting zhenqi he is proud of is not worth mentioning on the seemingly fragile lotus petal sword, Wu Xiu has 36 blood holes in the blink of an eye, and the sword qi rages in the lungs, wandering for a long time. Scattered, forcing Wu Xiu to howl.

Supported by the two Mahayanas, the embarrassing Fazong Mahayana elder showed a touch of relief on his face.

It is a fact that the lethality of law cultivators is generally not as great as that of sword cultivators. In addition, the older generation of Fazong did not produce any truly talented people, and they are always lower than the sword sect with heaven and man.

But they have Yu Yingqiu, who is expected to be a young genius who can reach the realm of omniscience.

In private, the elders of Fazong generally believed that Yu Yingqiu should be the first of the four shows.

Maybe I can't be the next saint.

Therefore, the elder Fazong did not hesitate to blow up his dantian, but also to find a way out for Yu Yingqiu.

On the other hand, Shen Xi's Spring Breeze Sword no longer has the moving attitude of "the willow wind blowing on the face" when he fought with Xie Rongjiao.

The gentlemen of the academy may be arguing over academic issues, but they all agree that Shen Xi is the most suitable person to learn the Spring Wind Sword.

A gentleman is round on the outside and square on the inside, the spring breeze is gentle when meeting friends, and bitter when meeting enemies.

His spring wind sword blew countless new winds like knives on the wasteland.

While concentrating on dealing with Demon Cultivator's moves, the academy students did not forget to free their hands to speak: "It turns out that Mister is so good at fighting?"

"I'm afraid, I'm going to listen carefully to Mr. Huihui's class."

I don't know who interrupted inappropriately: "If we can go back.

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Hearing that the college students under the siege of the three Mahayanas had bruised veins on their foreheads, they wrote down the names of these youngsters one by one, and when they returned to the college, they threw the rulers one by one over their heads.

If only I could go back.

There was the sound of horseshoes in the distance.

People in the world use imagination to describe Jiang Jingxing's sword skills.

It is said that when he draws out the sword, he can change the sky and change the sun, the sun's brilliance is dimmed under Haoran's sword, and even the tens of thousands of hectares of sea water in the North Sea tremble.

In fact, watching Jiang Jingxing unleash his sword is very boring.

As soon as he held the Baji sword firmly, the enemy was already completely dead.

Sometimes you can't even see the true face of Bajijian, but you can only see him pointing like a sword, and the enemy falls to the ground.

It's hard for people not to suspect that this fellow colluded with the opponent to make a fake fight.

Jiang Jingxing was in a bad mood, so the opponent fell faster and played more falsely.

Elder Fazong took a deep breath, and calmed down his trembling mind under the intent of his sword. Just as he was about to walk over to thank him for saving his life, he saw the surprisingly handsome young man narrow his eyes slightly, and wiped the sword with his fingers.

In an instant, the sky filled with sword energy soaring into the sky!

All the weeds within tens of miles of the wasteland rose from the ground, and the barren land was flattened by three inches, leaving countless deep or shallow marks.

The sword energy first shot straight into the sky, and then rushed away like a raging river like a raging sea, crossing the sky.

The closer everything is to the original nature, the more terrifying it is.

The frightening sword energy gradually calmed down, and a hundred-mile-long bridge was built in the air with the sword energy, and the energy was like heaven and earth.

He and Xie Rongjiao are connected on both sides of the bridge.

If a sage wants to borrow a sword, of course he will lend him the best sword in the world.

Xie Rongjiao's sword has never felt so strong as it is at this moment.

Hundreds of millions of mighty auras in the world, like fingers and arms, are all under the sword.

The phoenix true blood in his body surged out of his dantian, not willing to be lonely, agitating and clamoring in his meridians, the color of the reflected blood was golden red, scorching like the sun.

On the opposite side were three genuine Mahayanas, and the coercion overflowing during the fight was enough to make him drink a pot, his breath was disordered, and his spirit breath was out of tune.

He only has one chance to strike.

Xie Rongjiao closed his eyes and raised his sword.

It is the sword style of Qingming Tianxia.

The last move in Haoran Sword, the most difficult move in the whole book of swordsmanship.

Even if it was him, before tonight, Xie Rongjiao did not dare to say that he would definitely make it out.

"The Haoran sword is maintained with awe-inspiring energy."

"Arrogance is on the tip of your sword, in your heart, and in the world."

That was what Jiang Jingxing said when he first practiced Haoran Sword.

"Wherever there is arrogance, I will be with you."

It was what Jiang Jingxing said to him when he walked in two ways tonight.

Zhenjiang Mountain sings endlessly, and if you listen carefully, it is like a phoenix bird Qinggao, circling the sky and traveling beyond the clouds.

The few big men who were counted in the world stood up at the same time, and turned their eyes to the south, wondering and uncertain.

"What happened to Fengling?"

The Fengling they talked about was not Fengling City, but the real Fengling, the place where the phoenix was buried.

When Jiang Jingxing borrowed a sword, Xie Rongjiao felt that he would be able to use this style.

Only Qingming Tianxia's one style is worthy of the sword that Jiang Jingxing lent.

He swung his sword out, and a ray of light rose from the ground.

That light is not the previous sword qi long bridge like a rainbow, the sword light is bright, there is only a gleam of it.

However, it is invincible, and the spells performed by the three Mahayanas with all their strength are like nothing under the light, and they can easily break through.

The sword light got closer and closer, and suddenly a large piece exploded, and thousands of strands of awe-inspiring energy were released, reflecting a radius of several miles as bright as day, and the whole world was clear.

Under the blue sky, there is no turbidity.

In the king's tent, a trace of blood spilled from Mo Luo's lips, and he said bitterly, "Jiang Jingxing, you are embarrassing me like this. The commotion is too great, and the radicals are not stupid enough yet."

The aura around him changed, like ten thousand swords surrounded by him, the sword's edge was cold.

The king's tent where the radicals live is just a thousand miles away from the Fazong.

Mo Luo didn't seem to notice it, and even smiled: "I covered up the secrets for you, and lost so much skill, you must not let the radical survive, I'm sorry for your saintly name."

The invisible sword energy was like a surging wave, increasing instead of decreasing, and even a few strands brushed Mo Luo's neck.

Moro smiled and let it go.

The sword energy that grazed his neck was enough to break through the defense of a Mahayana strongman and penetrate directly into his heart, but it couldn't leave any trace on his body.

The body of a saint is indestructible.

If you want to speak to him, these wisps of playful deterrent sword energy are definitely not enough.

"Will I be the next one after killing the radicals?" Mo Luo understood what he was saying, smiled and said calmly: "It's just right, I also want to know who is the real number one in the world."

The dead sword of Mahayana has been borrowed, and the long bridge of sword energy has dissipated without a trace, leaving behind a ravine that is more than ten feet deep and hundreds of miles long on the ground to witness its once earth-shattering power.

Xie Rongjiao softly said to Jianqi Changqiao: "This is my best sword."

From front to back, both.

In the future, he may be able to reach the holy realm, open mountains with one sword, overwhelm seas with one sword, and kill people thousands of miles away with one sword, but no matter how powerful or strong the sword intent is, there is no way to replace this sword.

"Arrogance is on the tip of your sword, in your heart, and in the world."

It was this sword that taught him.

Jiang Jingxing flicked his sword on the other side of the long bridge, and the awe-inspiring aura that surrounded Mo Luo in the king's tent melted into the wind again.

Mo Luo didn't quite understand why Jiang Jingxing went crazy again, thinking about it once and for all.

At this time, shouldn't he become angry because his dignity is being challenged, and have a real fight with him?

Elder Fa Zong didn't notice the close contest between the summits, he just felt that the atmosphere that made people dare not show their grandeur was relieved in vain.

He heard the young man murmur, triumphant and disdainful like an infinite winner: "I have a speech, who wants to argue with you?"

Xie Ronghua drew his knife out of its sheath, and seriously asked the leader of the group opposite her: "Your name?"

The group of people were all dressed in the costumes of barbarians, and the person at the head was overflowing with spiritual power and strong coercion, he must be Mahayana without a doubt.

Three people did not answer.

Xie Ronghua shook his head and sighed, regretfully said: "I don't know your names, so I can't erect monuments for you. Why don't you do things that are obviously good for you?"

In normal times, the three of them had already let the woman across the street understand what it means to be tall and thick.But tonight, the radical was killed, so he had to hold back his breath for the time being, and wanted to pass the woman and the group to go forward.

More than a dozen miles ahead are disciples of the Buddhist sect.

Xie Ronghua pointed forward with the tip of his knife, his face suddenly became serious, and he shouted: "Did I let you go? Stay!"

Her drink was like the first sound of drum beating that resounded through the sky when the two armies faced each other.

Her next saber carried the aura of thousands of troops, like the first arrow that breaks through the clouds and mist when two armies confront each other, breaking through the atmosphere of a critical moment!