The enemy of comprehension is the sword

Chapter 81 The Light of the Rising Sun

If it were the guide, perhaps there was something that could be done in the face of this situation.

After all, she was able to defeat the undamaged Ghost Emperor back then, and now there is no reason why she would lose to a Bai Muya who has not made any progress.

Right, that is it!

Just leave everything to her!

Originally, the ghost emperor's monster-like existence was not what they should face!

The idea of ​​retreating gradually spread, and everyone's worried appearance had been replaced by a relief of shirking responsibility unconsciously.

When Mingzhu Zhechen comes, force her to find the ghost emperor for a duel.

With such a small calculation in mind, Zibeard Daoist and the others showed off their demeanor with a flick of their sleeves, and the appearance of sitting on the cloud platform was even more elegant and graceful, all of them were outstanding.

pity.

What started as expected has turned into an unexpected result.

It means that wherever the guide goes, he must be accompanied by the fairy sound of the jade flute, but no one has ever said that the only person who can play the flute is the bright pearl covering the dust.

Sing!

The mysterious flute sound stopped abruptly, and the blazing sun suddenly rose above the vast expanse of the sky, and the golden light soared into the sky, and the vision of two suns sharing the same sky appeared on the ethereal and illusory Fengguitai.

Immediately, the white rainbow lifted the waves, and the Haoyang fell.

The strong wind blowing in the face shocked the world, and the monstrous heat was surging.

Just when the representatives of the monks of various sects were about to dodge in surprise, Jin Ri, who was falling towards them, suddenly changed his momentum.

Boom boom boom!

The dazzling golden light erupted again, and the sword intent that had been silent for a long time was released.

Like the impulsiveness of a long absence, and more like being unable to bear loneliness, the Zhu Xi's light with a bit of an ancient atmosphere penetrated forcefully from the inside of the golden sun.

Wisp... and wisp...

That kind of domineering and fiery coercion became more and more shocking with the continuous blooming golden light.

As if something is about to come out.

dong dong.

The tremor that hit the bottom of my heart brought about the beginning of the mutation.

There are radiant holes everywhere, and the dilapidated golden sun finally exploded completely while the next wave of air was being discharged.

Thousands of fire feathers sprinkled down.

A pair of beautiful wings of fire stretched out the power of destroying heaven and earth as if they were relieved, and there was an eternal neighing with their heads raised, which resounded through the world and far away for thousands of miles.

It's Huofeng!

Does this legendary creature still exist? ! !

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and a familiar figure slowly appeared on it——

"The dawn of the east is gradually whitening, and Jiuyao is the companion of a sword name. It is unheard of in ancient and modern times that there is no hatred, and it shows that Feng Ming is not dusty."

The giggling and chuckling reappeared accompanied by the familiar bold words.

The brocade clothes are as gorgeous as the clouds, and the golden swords are as bright as the morning sun.

Those who come by accident are supremely awe-inspiring, stepping on the fire and phoenix, soaring into the sky, holding the momentum of descending majestically, sweeping away the world of mortals, burning the wind and steaming the clouds.

Undoubtedly it is——

"That's, yes, yes...it's Lu, Lu Yao?!"

Unexpectedly, the person who came with the list was not the bright pearl covering the dust, but the common psychological shadow of the generation of sword cultivators who had survived the battle of the seal!

As soon as the woman driving the fire phoenix appeared, some monks who had been tortured couldn't help but screamed out.

The famous genius of Fengming Sword Sect, and the biological daughter of Sword Master Wang Yun, Lu Yao!

At the beginning, he came out to challenge the monks all over the world at the young age of double ten, and the sword cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage is unmatched.

However, since the Fengming Sword Sect was nearly destroyed in the Battle of the Ghost Emperor's Seal, there has been no such woman in the Nanming Cultivation World for hundreds of years.

Everyone thought she also died in this battle.

"Oh, isn't this the boy Lengfeng who broke his leg in Cangya?"

Hearing that someone recognized him suddenly, Lu Yao, who had finally woken up, his eyes lit up, and he waved the fire phoenix back into the golden sword and rising sun, and landed in front of Zhenjun Lengfeng.

"I didn't expect that my sister hasn't been out of the mountain for so long, and you can still remember it. She really loves you! But you still have no chance if you want to chase me, the gender is not suitable!"

It's still a narcissistic snake-sickness who always mentions other people's black history!

And this black history is caused by this bastard who said he wanted to jump off a cliff with her but sealed his cultivation! ! ! ! !

Who, who is really in love with her? !Can't she hear the horror in those words? !

I regretted that I couldn't control my mouth.

True Monarch Lengfeng, whose complexion was a little dark, shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the haze in his heart: "Cough, the past is too old to mention. See you for a long time, Senior Sister Lu Yao."

"Okay, don't be polite to me." Not paying attention to the embarrassment of the representatives of the faction, Lu Yao took a step forward with a smile, then put his arms around Zhenjun Lengfeng's neck and said, "Who are we to whom?"

Who else is with whom...?

There is no relationship between the two of them!

Anyway, shouldering the majestic Cangya's identity and image should not be ashamed, the corners of Lengfeng Zhenjun's mouth twitched, and his spiritual power immediately shook, trying to push this familiar woman away.

But what I didn't expect was that Peiran's strength fell on Lu Yao's body like a bull into the sea, and he couldn't move an inch.

At this time, he finally found out.

During the tribulation period, I couldn't see through Lu Yao's current cultivation at all, and could only feel a pure red yang power from her, and another terrifying chill and death.

The suppression of the realm!

This is a phenomenon that only occurs when there is a difference of several big classes between monks!

And for him who has cultivated to the ascension stage, meeting someone who can't see his cultivation clearly means only one thing.

"At least it's... Immortal level..."

Bitter murmur.

An unbelievable sentence overflowed from the mouths of everyone present almost at the same time.

How long has it been since I saw a real fairy-level existence in Nanming Realm?That's not a transcendent superior that inferior goods like Sanxian can compare to.

It is a realm like a legend in the past thousand years...

The Fengming Sword Sect is the Fengming Sword Sect again.

They thought that that battle exhausted all their foundations, and even Sword Master Wangyun seemed to have hurt their origins and hadn't made progress for a long time.

never thought.

Lu Yao stepped on the pinnacle of cultivators calmly and came back carelessly.

What a terrifying sect this is...

"Ha, what kind of fairy level, no, no." Hearing Lengfeng Zhenjun's murmur, Lu Yao suddenly patted him on the back and said, "My sister's current state is a bit different from that of the fairy level. What you saw should be a fairy flying away immediately."

Not... Immortal level...?

Master Lengfeng stared blankly at that outstandingly beautiful face, and suddenly felt inexplicably confused.

She seemed to be right.

Ordinarily, the immortal who broke through the ascension period should ascend to the upper realm, since she can still stay here at this time, it means...

His face warmed up slightly.

The sound of gasping for breath can be heard everywhere around the Yuntai.

However, the cultivators who were busy reassuring themselves that they were not bad did not notice the wicked smile on the corner of someone's mouth.

After waiting for almost ten breaths for everyone to calm down, Lu Yao kicked away the stupid Master Lengfeng with a twirl of his toes, clasped his hands together behind his head, and said another sentence calmly.

"However, leaving aside the algorithm of Tianyan and the like, if we only talk about combat, maybe ordinary immortals... are not my opponents."

A casual sentence brought several unspeakable strange gazes.

Everyone couldn't help but stared at her blankly again, their minds were filled with the fact that the immortal level was not her opponent.

In the end, isn't she more terrifying than being a fairy...

"Ahem, let's put the topic of cultivation aside for now. Ziran would like to ask, on the way senior sister Lu Yao came, did you meet a girl in blue with a tasseled jade flute?"

It can also be regarded as having experienced the horror of a certain swordsman positively. Unlike everyone who has only felt the skin of the Taoist, he has some resistance to the existence beyond the immortal level.

Holding the self-closing celestial list in both hands, the Zibeard Daoist who was the first to react, really cared more about the place where the pearl covered the dust.

"Oh, you are looking for Chenchen. She has other things to deal with, and she is no longer here."

Lu Yao, who was still happily watching everyone's faces, turned his head to look at Ziran, and then the Yuntai people appeared beside him with a little tiptoe.

"Speaking of which, this bearded brother, who are you? Why do I feel familiar but can't remember?"

No scruples about the differences between men and women, so close that even the pores can be seen clearly.

Even the usually prudent Zibeard Daoist could not bear this kind of observation, and suddenly his feet were unsteady, and he staggered back a few steps with an ugly expression.

"...Let Senior Sister Lu Yao worry about it. The old Taoist is a monk who has ascended to the immortals. He used to be called Qingming Wushui."

A strange color suddenly appeared in the fundus of the eyes.

Lu Yao, who seemed to behave frivolously, stared closely at Zibeard Daoist for a long time before he nodded and chuckled: "Good name, there is a kind of elegance that doesn't belong to Nanming Realm!"

Ok? !

The deep pupils suddenly contracted.

"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your praise." Zibeard Daoist spoke again stiffly and changed the subject: "But the common people in the world come first, so may I ask, did the guide have anything to say about the Ghost Emperor?"

In the end, the catastrophe of the ghost emperor hangs over everyone's heads, and there is a sense of fear of precarity.

After he mentioned it, the rest of the people also woke up from the appearance of the immortal level, and began to criticize each other.

"Yeah, what's the matter with the guide, can he be more important than the ghost emperor???"

"Could it be that she got the information that Bai Muya had destroyed Hongyingzhai, so she ran away in a hurry with her tail between her legs in fear?"

"It's still called the guide, she has led everyone to a broken way!"

Involving the issue of life and safety, these representatives who were not considered high-level factions could no longer suppress their ugly faces.

Disappointed, he withdrew his urgent Zibeard Taoist gaze, and Lu Yao coldly looked around at the noisy monks around him.

Unexpectedly, after nearly a thousand years have passed, the cultivators who belong to the Qixuan Dao Lineage of the Fengming Sword Sect are still so unprogressive, and even more so hopeless!

Even a bastard like Zibeard Daoist is ten thousand times stronger than them.

ugly.

It was so ugly.

"... Shut up all of you!"

Angry in his heart, Lu Yao's long sleeves turned upside down and set off thousands of layers of fire waves. In an instant, the golden light and sword glowed like the blazing sun at the end, spreading infinite power thousands of miles away.

The sword intent, which is as fierce as the sun, can be overwhelmed by the sky, and it is definitely not something that everyone present can stand against.

In an instant.

The few people who took the lead in speaking were the first to bear the brunt of it. They couldn't help but vomit, and the scarlet ground turned into a paper kite with broken strings, and flew out of the fiery Fengguitai without a trace.

The rest of the monks were also frightened, and they didn't dare to swear any more.

Humph, a bunch of useless trash.

If it weren't for the face of the sickly father and Chenchen...

Thinking of the painstaking entrustment of those two important people, Lu Yao lowered his eyes slightly, and walked to him under the tight gaze of the Zibeard Daoist.

One step, two steps... heavy and terrifying...

Could it be that she saw it?Is this going to hit me?

Can't sit still.

Unable to breathe, between the fingers of the purple bearded Taoist holding the Tianbang, a strange light shone vaguely, it was a mysterious light that did not belong to the Taoist sect at all!

tread.

The footsteps stopped before he could make a move.

"Ha, just kidding."

Lu Yao, who opened his eyes again, lost his momentum, turned his head and waved his hands to the crowd and said, "I just didn't expect, I didn't expect...that everyone would be so weak."

However, her final tone is really intriguing.

———This person is an existence that cannot be taken lightly, whether it is force or... wisdom.

Probably the purple-bearded Daoist, who had not revealed his identity at last, retracted the light spots on his fingertips, lowered his head in peace and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but suddenly there was a terrible heavy pressure on his shoulders.

He raised his head in astonishment, and what caught his eyes was a pretty smiling face and a pair of piercing eyes that were as dazzling as a scorching sun.

"Ah, I almost forgot the business."

"Chen Chen asked me to send a message, saying yes, before she comes back, I want you to stop that bad woman Bai Mu Crow's footsteps a little seriously."

"Of course, in terms of acting, Tianbang will temporarily lend you, but in terms of force——"

After prolonging the ending, Lu Yao's eyelashes flickered slightly, and he proudly raised his pair of tall towers, clapped his hands on his chest and said, "This sword repairer is up to you."

The author has something to say: still on time.

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