If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified

The jade rainbow is facing the sun, and the sword energy shoots into the sky.

The magic technique and the two white deer swords traversed hundreds of miles, pierced the sky, and shot the sky with a ray of light!

The towering sword energy shoots directly at Niudou and into the sky.

Lu Jing stepped on the sword light and came here in just a moment.

At this moment, the two world-renowned swords, Shenju and Bailu, circled Lu Jing's body continuously, like a yellow dragon flying and a jade dragon neighing.

The surrounding mountains kept shaking, and thousands of sword lights came in an instant, turning into a sword curtain, lying between Nan Lao Guogong and Nan Fengmian.

These two sword lights are too fast, inspired by Lu Jing's light-supporting sword energy, mixed with many magical powers of immortals, and these two swords are world-renowned famous swords. With a flash of sword intent and sword light, there is an unimaginable concentration of vitality, as if it can cut Geng Geng Xinghe!

Appeared in front of the sword screen!

The strong man in Taixuanjing finally knew why Tianxia Jianjia would lend his sword to Lu Jing.

Prince Yu Zhuoxian, with a golden sword on his horse, sat in the high hall of the East Palace, his eyes shining brightly.

"Now that I think about it, I once sent a letter from the head of the Black Stone Hall to Lu Jing. Lu Jing once promised me that he would strike me twice."

"made money?"

Yu Zhuoxian seemed to see a new leader rising. Perhaps one day, Lu Jing would truly become the tenth leader in the world.

Seeing Su Mansion, the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou frowned. Originally, he was still surprised why Li Guanlong had disappeared since he shot an arrow.

"Shaozhuguo has his own thoughts. He once fought against Lu Jing, and he knows that Lu Jing's swordsmanship talent is unparalleled in this Taixuanjing. With the white deer and divine skills in Lu Jing's hands, his arrow can't get any benefit. Shaozhu Zhu Guo...is waiting."

When Yu Xuanlou thought about this, the double pupils in his eyes suddenly reflected in a fairyland.

But I saw him twisting his fingers, as if picking off a magical power from the fairyland reflected in his double pupils.

The supernatural power is dotted with a little light, and the light falls and blends into the void without a sound.

There is not even the slightest breath of the Seventh Prince on it.

"Forcibly executing the magic technique and the two swords of the white deer, Lu Jingyuan's spirit has reached its limit. If that's the case, let Shaozhuguo and I add some straw."

The curtain of swords spread across the sky.

Lu Jing walked from the sword light, his body exuded a certain kind of light.

Whether it was the piercing sword light emanating from the two swords, or the sword curtain soaring into the sky, they completely separated Nanlaogong and Nanfengmian.

Nan Fengmian's eyes were shining brightly, looking at Lu Jing's back, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There were many emotions in his eyes, some reluctance, and even a little gratitude.

But then, those gratitude completely dissipated and became a matter of course!

"As expected of my foster brother Nan Fengmian!"

Nan Fengmian put his hands on his hips, regardless of the severe pain from the hideous wound on his right shoulder, he laughed loudly.

Lu Jing was a little helpless and was about to speak.

Nan Fengmian flipped his palms and took out another pot of green bamboo leaves.

He loves Zhuyeqing very much, and drinks wine every day, eight out of ten times he drinks this kind of wine.

But today was about to part, Nan Fengmian felt the cork of the jug fly up, he gulped down half of the fine wine.

Throwing up the wine jug in his hand, a burst of vitality turned into a breeze, carrying fine wine to Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was slightly stunned, and then turned around when Nan Fengmian saw Lu Jing take the wine pot.

The moment she turned around, Nan Fengmian looked at Lu Jing with reluctance.

He also saw Qian Xiushui with three hundred sword lights flying across the sky, and Nan Heyu who always followed him when he was a child.

Nan Xuehu's cultivation is not enough, even though Yuelong Mountain is a famous horse, it is hundreds of miles away from Taixuanjing.

Worried about Nan Fengmian's safety in his heart, he came in a hurry, but he was still far away from here.

In the end, Nan Fengmian waved his back to Lu Jing, and another gust of wind blew by. Nan Fengmian rode the breeze away, and he was already several kilometers away in an instant.

Nanlao Guogong put his hands behind his back and frowned.

The turbulent sword curtain from Shenju and Bailu still shines in the void, and Lu Jing is standing not far away.

Nanlaogong didn't make any more moves.

He looked at Lu Jing in front of him, and saw Shenju and the two white deer swords soaring around Lu Jing, circling and glowing, as if these two swords were not famous swords that shook the world, with high sword energy and sword intent.

Whether it's sword qi or sword intent, they are all dominated by the light-supporting sword qi cultivated by Lu Jing.

The giant mountain on Nan Laogong's body gradually melted away. He is a strong man who is one step away from the realm of human immortality. If he strikes forcefully, he may be able to smash the sword curtain in front of him.

But Old Nan suddenly remembered about Lu Jing's past.

"Thinking about it carefully, this Lu Jing is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Feng Mian insisted on leaving, and Lu Jing was willing to stop me at the price of breaking his own soul, but there is a brotherhood between the two of them."

Nanlaogong thought so in his heart, he looked up at Lu Jing, but Lu Jing's face was as firm as ever, even though the Dao Primordial Spirit behind him was illuminated by Nanlaogong Juyue's blood, and the cracks became more obvious, he still remained. Not moving like a mountain.

The Duke who had experienced spiritual waves suddenly remembered himself back then.

His brows and eyes moved slightly, and he was about to ask Lu Jing, if he stopped him today so that Nan Fengmian could leave, he would not be afraid that Nan Fengmian would die in the south, in the country of Qi.

But in a short while, Nan Laoguo heard Nan Fengmian's eyes again.

Nan Fengmian seemed to be relieved when the sword curtain appeared, and it was mixed with gratitude to Lu Jing.

So Duke Nan realized that he didn't know as much about the sixth son as Lu Jing did.

"It's a foregone conclusion?"

Nan Laoguo looked at the sword screen in front of him and thought in his heart.

"I didn't expect that I, who was half buried in the earth, would be stopped by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy. There are very few people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Lu Jing in such a big Tai Xuanjing."

Nan Laogong was silent, thinking so in his heart.

In the small pavilion of the study building, Luo Shubai looked at the scene in the void formed by the youth in black with vitality, looked at Lu Jing standing in the void, accompanied by divine arts and a white deer, and finally understood why Nan Heyu had With the look in his eyes just now, he also somewhat understands what his master said before he entered Xuandu.

"In every era, there are countless geniuses in Taixuanjing. It is also beneficial for you to enter Taixuanjing and witness these geniuses."

The imprint of a long sword was looming between the brows of the Tianxia Sword Armor in Xuanyi. It was obvious that he admired Lu Jing very much. He still had a smile on his face when he saw the divine art and the white deer flying around Lu Jing.

He is a senior who wields a sword. Among those who use swords in the world, the sword master in Qi country is nothing to him. Only Mr. Shulou Si can get his respect.

But today, when he entered Taixuanjing again, he saw a young man who was called a swordsman prodigy rising like the rising sun.

"A young man with a sword will be able to move around one day, that's right."

Xuanyi Sword Armor spoke in praise.

On the side, Kuangren Chu looked worried. On the fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower, Mr. Guanqi was writing and drawing on a piece of straw paper, which was rare.

There was also worry in his eyes.

The more outstanding Lu Jing was, the faster he improved his cultivation, and the closer he was to becoming a pawn to completely kill the immortal.

"Be more prepared."

Mr. Guanqi's pen and ink are flying, and the old world is empty, and the fragrance of pen and ink lingers in the self-cultivation tower, and then falls.

Suddenly, he coughed a few times, and his complexion became darker and darker.

After Yingwu Island, he lived for many more years, saved the library, and let the knowledge of the library enter Beiqin, so that the fire of Qin in Beiqin would not burn all the books in the world.

At this moment, Mr. Guanqi's life seems to have come to an end. The stars shining in the sky are falling on the tower of self-cultivation, waiting for the day when Mr. Guanqi's body will disappear.

"Instead of living a few more years, it's better to leave a genius for this mortal world."

Mr. Guanqi thought so in his heart.

When the three stars were shining in the sky, both Xuanyi Jianjia and Madman Chu looked at the Slimming Pagoda. The Jianjia was thoughtful, but Madman Chu only glanced at the Slimming Tower, then lowered his head, unable to bear to look any further.

A place where a hundred flowers bloom in the library.

Mr. Eleven and Qingyue were loosening the soil for a plant with black flowers in full bloom.

Qingyue was serious and meticulous, but suddenly found that Mr. Eleven, who was beside him with his sleeves rolled up, froze.

Qingyue looked up suspiciously, and saw Mr. Eleven bowed his head again, his exquisite face buried in the shadows.

Qingyue couldn't see clearly, but she had a delicate mind, and vaguely noticed that Mr. Shiyi was depressed a lot.

"Teacher..." Qing Yue whispered softly.

Mr. Eleven shook his head: "Continue."

With reluctance to give up, Nan Fengmian disappeared into the distance.

Lu Jing looked at the pot of green bamboo leaves in his hand, feeling lost in his heart.

In this Taixuanjing, apart from Qingyue, who is like a relative, the only man with whom he has the best relationship is Nan Fengmian.

But today, Nanfengmian went south with a knife.

Before leaving, he beheaded several envoys of Qi State.

Lu Jing knew that Nan Fengmian killed the envoy of the Qi State because of the actions of the evil prince in the Hengshan Mansion, but it was also because once the strong men of the Qi State entered the palace, Gu Chenxiao would definitely attack him relying on the cultivation of these strong men.

He blatantly used his sword this time, not only beheading the evil generals in the Hengshan Mansion, but also beheading unnecessary troubles and catastrophes for Lu Jing.

"One day, we will meet again."

Lu Jing thought for a while, and drank the Zhuyeqing in the flagon in one gulp.

Ask the world, who cares about the sorrow of parting, the thing in the cup.

The girl named Yuelun watched with her own eyes that several envoys from the State of Qi who escorted him were all killed by Nan Fengmian's knife.

Nan Fengmian has long since disappeared.

On the gloomy mountain road, there was only one sedan chair left.

She bravely got out of the sedan chair, and the sky was hazy with clouds and mist, covering up the sunlight.

The moon wheel looks ordinary, but only has a bit of pitiful beauty.

But when she stepped out of the sedan chair, the clouds and mists in the sky became thicker and thicker. The sunlight could not break through the clouds and mists, but the phantom shadow of a round moon was reflected in the depths of the clouds and mists.

Yuelun didn't notice it, the brocade clothes on her body were swaying against the wind, and the girl's eyes were full of fear.

Taixuan Jingzhong!

A dark dragon crossed the sky, and another mysterious figure came quietly with a whisk in hand.

I saw that mysterious figure looking towards the direction where Nan Fengmian was leaving. With a snap of his fingers, a thunderbolt exploded, and drops of rain fell from the sky. When the rain fell to the ground, it turned into figures in an instant.

Raindrops make soldiers!

The real Taoist supernatural powers.

The figures walked towards Nan Fengmian.

The phantom of the blue dragon and the mysterious figure stand horizontally in the void, looking down at the moon!

In the small pavilion of the library.

The Xuanyi sword armor stood up, and the madman Chu was silent, and asked: "Are you here for a woman?"

Xuanyi sword armor lightly flicked his sleeves: "The moon wheel is a heavy weapon, it can fall into the hands of any strong man in the world, but it cannot fall into the hands of Emperor Chongtian and Candle King."

"Moon wheel?" Madman Chu thought of something, his expression changed slightly.

"King Qi Yuan harbored mischievous intentions. He was unable to raise the moon wheel, so he sent the moon wheel to Taixuanjing, but he didn't care how many people would die in the mortal world once the moon wheel was formed."

Xuanyi Sword Armor stretched out two fingers and wiped lightly.

From that void, a dense sword energy ten feet long appeared quietly.

The sword energy fluctuated like a breeze, and it never attracted the attention of any strong man.

But as the sword energy surged, wisps of ripples appeared from the void.

Ripples flickered, and the Xuanyi sword armor took a step.

Only for a moment!

The vitality around him seemed to be rioting, pouring into that sword energy.

The sword energy turned into a crescent moon, bright and brilliant, and the Xuanyi sword armor walked away with the sword energy.

The sword qi brought up the sword light, revealing strands of brilliance.

It's like the Milky Way rewinds in the sky, and the sky is full of stars.

Everyone looked up.

I saw a young man in Xuanyi strolling over.

On the sky where the blue dragon is entrenched, the sky is full of stars, and someone came on the clouds.

Yue Luan finally came to her senses, she opened her mouth slightly and looked up at the sky, as if she was frightened by the scene in front of her.

The blue dragon roared, and a thunder calamity was conceived in its mouth, and the blood around it surged, merging with a natural martial arts spirit.

This blue dragon itself is like a galaxy, unparalleled in strength and unstoppable!

The same is true for the mysterious man holding the whisk. He takes the stars in the sky as his path, and steps on the starlight with every step.

It can be vaguely seen that he is wearing a python robe, with big sleeves covering the sky and the sun, like a new sky.

These are two unrivaled powerhouses.

The old man who was standing opposite Lu Jing felt that he almost looked up at the sky with Lu Jing.

An astonishing power emanates from the sky.

There seems to be remembrance in the eyes of the old man Nan...

Once upon a time, he was such a strong man!

Perhaps it was because of the magical technique and the two white deer swords in his hands, Lu Jing saw the figure of the black-clothed sword armor from a very long distance.

Xuanyi Jianjia stood opposite the blue dragon and the mysterious Taoist priest.

The three of them seemed to be at loggerheads.

Lu Jing couldn't help feeling worried. He lowered his head and looked at the two famous swords in his hands.

"The senior's two swords are in my hands. Although I don't know the realm of the blue dragon and the mysterious Taoist, they ascended to the sky and surveyed the sky like the sun, covering the sky.

Their cultivation realm must have reached the extreme.

Then these two swords... Should I return them? "

Lu Jing hesitated, worried that Nan Fengmian hadn't gone far.

But seeing the Xuanyi sword armor coming from afar with sword aura, he also looked at Lu Jing.

A voice quietly fell in Lu Jing's ear.

"I borrowed the sword from you, and you should also borrow the sword from me. In this way, you and I are both clean."

"However... if you have time, you can take a closer look at my sword intent."

Lu Jing hadn't reacted yet.

But he heard a clear cry, and the Rain Calling Sword was unsheathed from his waist, and a white light was illuminated in an instant, crossing the void at an unimaginable speed, and flew into the hand of the black-clothed sword armor.

Xuanyi Jianjia held the sword in his hand and looked at Taixuanjing: "Moon wheel... Do not enter Taixuanjing."

Reach out, hold the sword, and swipe!

In an instant, sword energy flew across.

The blood of the blue dragon fell, the whisk of the mysterious Taoist broke off, and all the darkness between the heaven and the earth was dispelled.

The sun is shining high in the sky.

Xuanyi Jianjia looked at the Rain Calling Sword in his hand and said to himself.

"The holy king wants to see my sword intent..."

"That's it."