My brother is too strong

Cowherd?

what is that?

Long Jian was puzzled, and subconsciously asked, "What is that?"

Lu Shaoqing disliked and despised it, "Isn't it, you old antique don't know?"

"Do you know brothel women? You can understand it as brothel men!"

"However, with your strength, you still have to practice and work harder, otherwise you will be eliminated easily..."

I rub!

Long Jian exploded instantly.

After living for more than 2000 years, it is the first time someone dares to humiliate him like this today.

He is a dignified master, so he has to practice to be a cowherd?

Get out of here?

"You die for me!"

He withdrew his thousand blood threads and threw them out abruptly. The red threads continued to grow, spreading like a fishing net, covering the sky and covering the sun, as if covering the whole world.

Lu Shaoqing yelled, "You are indeed a spider spirit, or a male spider spirit, and you are indeed suitable to be a cowboy."

"But you have to control your temper..."

While speaking, Lu Shaoqing swung his sword again, still with thousands of feet of light, turning into a giant sword that held up to the sky, and slashed at Long Jian fiercely.

Damn!

Long Jian was so angry that he jumped his feet, you are the spider spirit, and your whole family is a spider spirit.

"receive!"

Qianxuesi was shocked suddenly, the red light on the surface suddenly shrank, and the surrounding space seemed to be closed.

Lu Shaoqing's giant sword was also wrapped, and under the pressure of the red light, it gradually weakened and was shrouded in thousands of blood threads.

suddenly!

Long Jian felt a sense of danger, and the alarm bells rang out in his heart.

Long Jian suddenly disappeared in place, and a tyrannical sword light flashed across his position just now, leaving a black crack in the void.

Long Jian was taken aback for a moment, feeling it, and then howled in distress, "Damn it, my thousand blood threads..."

Long Jian's face showed pain, as if someone had cut a piece of flesh from his body, full of heartache.

Only then did he realize that his Thousand Blood Threads had been cut off.

With such a small cut, it was impossible to coerce Lu Shaoqing's attack, so he was almost hit by Lu Shaoqing.

"Shit, damn it!"

Long Jian roared angrily, staring at Lu Shaoqing, "How do you do it?"

Lu Shaoqing was stunned, with a puzzled face, "What?"

"My thousand blood threads!" Seeing that Lu Shaoqing was still pretending to be confused, Long Jian jumped into a rage, and waved it again, and the thousand blood threads attacked Lu Shaoqing like thousands of poisonous snakes.

He couldn't figure out why Lu Shaoqing was able to break his thousand blood threads.

The Thousand Blood Threads are indestructible, and it is also his natal magic weapon, so it is impossible for him not to feel it when it is broken.

"What happened to your spider silk?" Lu Shaoqing asked curiously while resisting, "You are constipated and can't spit out any more spider silk?"

"Damn!"

Long Jian was even angrier. With Lu Shaoqing's reaction, he could only think that Lu Shaoqing was humiliating him on purpose.

"Death to me!"

Countless filaments are flying, and each filament has the power to penetrate a world.

Crazy filaments kept attacking Lu Shaoqing. From a distance, countless black dots appeared on the sky, which was the picture of thousands of blood threads piercing through the void.

The dazzling dark red light flickered back and forth in the void, and countless black spots appeared, and then were submerged in the constant red light of the turbulent waves.

Lu Shaoqing's figure had long since disappeared, as if he was also drowned and swallowed by the red light.

Lu Shaoqing, who was submerged in the red light, was surrounded by dense filaments, constantly bombarding him.

The dense cracks in the void, the power of the void that is constantly emanating, all kinds of forces collide in it, pulling everything around.

If a cultivator in the realm of transforming gods is here, he will be instantly torn apart by the power here and turned into pieces.

Feeling this powerful force, Lu Shaoqing muttered, "I really deserve to be a spider spirit."

Then he raised Mo Jun's sword, and when he was about to fight back, he was surprised to find that Mo Jun was sitting on the tail of the sword, looking at something stuffed in his mouth.

"what are you doing?"

Lu Shaoqing took a closer look and saw that Mo Jun was stuffing red filaments into his mouth, as if he was eating shredded carrots.

Mo Jun smiled, stretched out his hand, pulled a handful of red filaments, and held it up high, "Boss, this is delicious!"

"Slightly spicy taste."

Lu Shaoqing's head was full of black lines, hating iron for being weak, and gritted his teeth fiercely, "Just playing, you are fighting now, and you are still thinking about eating, foodie!"

But at the same time, he was also very surprised, these filaments were indestructible, almost cut his body into countless pieces.

Under Long Jian's control, it shrank to such a size, as if it was alive.

Now Mo Jun's hand is like a dead object, and there is no movement, so Long Jian, the master, can't feel the slightest strangeness.

Long Jian didn't even know that his thousand blood threads were being gnawed on.

"how did you do that?"

Regarding this question, Mo Jun said that he didn't know, it only knew that it was delicious.

There is a vacancy in the place swallowed by Mo Jun.

"Eat, eat..." Lu Shaoqing had nothing to do with his foodie, anyway, his painting style was off, and the sword spirit followed, which was normal.

It's not a bad thing anyway, and it seems to have a good effect.

At least, there was a gap in the space that should have wrapped him tightly, and he could leave there at any time.

Just like before, a sword intent attacked Long Jian by surprise along the gap, and almost succeeded in sneak attack.

"Don't forget to work while eating, or you will be beaten..."

After Lu Shaoqing cursed, he swung his sword again.

"Chong!"

It was still the sound of the golden sword's crossing, and the white sword light lit up again, like the light of hope from the rising sun, piercing through the clouds and breaking the darkness.

Once again, Lu Shaoqing easily broke through Long Jian's thousand-blood siege, and once again appeared in front of Long Jian intact.

As soon as they met, Lu Shaoqing said violently, "Niulang, can you give me some strength?"

"You are like this, being a cowherd, no way, it is easy to be judged badly."

"Damn!"

Long Jian was so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, and their eyes turned red instantly.

Not being able to kill Lu Shaoqing made him angry, but what made him mad was Lu Shaoqing's mouth.

The verbal attack made his anger rise, but he couldn't fight back, and he didn't know how to fight back. This kind of feeling can make people go crazy.

"I am going to kill you!"

Long Jian roared, and the red light of thousands of blood lingering around him instantly surged, like a fierce beast, opening its bloody mouth...