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

"Sword Qi has become a king, let's go, where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon!"

"There are monster dragons that cannibalize people, or use living beings as sacrifices, but Lu Jing ignores the nobility of real dragons and cuts them with his sword. The Dragon Palace is furious..."

"If you want to hear about the future, let's hear the next chapter to find out!"

...

On Xuanwu Street in Taixuanjing, there is a middle-aged storyteller in Sifang Restaurant.

This storyteller was dressed as a standard storyteller throughout his life, wearing a dark blue robe and holding a gavel in his hand.

As the gavel fell on the table, there was a crisp sound, and there were many complaints in the overcrowded wine shop.

"Sir, why did you end up here?"

"Mr. Lu Jing beheaded the demon dragon. The demon dragon is the prince of the Dragon Palace. What should we do?"

"Hurry up, hurry up, you don't have to wait until tomorrow, if you finish this paragraph today, I will reward you a lot!"

...

There was a lot of noise in Sifang Restaurant, and many people urged loudly, but the storyteller on the stage bowed to everyone, and then went behind the screen, no matter how much the tea drinkers in Sifang Restaurant urged him, there was no sign of him.

"I've already sent someone to look for him. This storyteller is not a very ordinary person. He disappears every day after finishing his book. Even the shopkeeper of Sifang Winery can't find him."

In the private room on the second floor of Sifang Restaurant, Su Zhaoshi spoke in a calm voice to a few women beside him.

"If you're an extraordinary person, how can you know what happened in the middle of the river?"

Ning Qiang was holding an embroidered handkerchief in her hand. As time went by, Ning Qiang's complexion improved a lot, her face was no longer pale, she spoke with more energy, and she didn't have a small cough. It must be Mr. Shiyi who helped her The prescribed medicine helped.

But even so, Ning Qiang still had some melancholy in her brows, but she didn't know why she was troubled.

Sheng Zi lowered her head and sighed. For some reason, since Lu Jing left Beijing, Sheng Zi no longer likes to wear red clothes. She is wearing a simple and elegant long skirt. Something different from what it used to be, a lot has changed.

"I have already written to my father, but my father is on the march, but I don't know if he will receive the letter."

Su Zhaoshi comforted Sheng Zi and said, "Lu Jing has always been able to save the day, so don't worry."

Lu Yi, who was still wearing two ponytails, also nodded deeply, and said to Ning Qiang and Sheng Zi, "Sister Qiang, Sheng Zi, what kind of person is the third brother? Ever since he first emerged, he has already become a big brother in just over a year. A famous swordsman in the world, he walks alone in the middle of the river, those arrogant people in the world may not be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

That dragon son did such a thing, the third brother was in charge of the law, beheading him is a matter of course, Wufang Dragon Palace must not dare to take action against the third brother. "

These days, Lu Yi has often played with Sheng Zi, Su Zhaoshi, and Princess Anqing, listened to their conversations, and heard many things in the world. She is much more mature than before.

In Lu Yi's heart, this cousin Lu Jing has traveled all the way, breaking through barriers and crossing tribulations, and even going higher and higher, so naturally Hezhong Road should be the same.

As the blood mist in the middle of the river gradually cleared up, Sheng Zi and Su Zhaoshi, two noble young men, also knew more about the middle of the river. They knew that the current way of the middle of the river was complicated, especially when Lu Jing was angry and slashed the dragon, which pushed himself to a certain level. in danger.

But because of this, the suppressed emotions in Sheng Zi's heart became more and more intense.

"Those dragons committed monstrous things, if they were other people, would they draw their swords and knives like Lu Jing?"

When Sheng Zi thought of this, her eyes became more and more lonely.

"Singing to crush the sprites and monsters' palace, stirring up the sea of ​​five directions for fun!"

...

"While flying thousands of miles in the air with a sword, the sound of wind and thunder is rough."

"The sword energy has become a king and go, where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon."

In the past, the young man who was wearing simple clothes and studying hard in the cracks of the rockery, has now killed the dragon with his sword...

The gap between himself and Lu Jing was getting bigger and bigger. Even if he knew that Lu Jing was in danger, he could only worry in his heart and couldn't help him.

Can't even get out of Taixuanjing.

"Since there is a three-foot sword in the box, it is admirable for Lu Jing to dare to enter Wutan to kill the dragon son.

Su Zhaoshi dipped his fingers in the wine, and wrote down the few lines of Lu Jing's poems on the table.

"Because this mysterious storyteller has repeatedly told about Lu Jing beheading the great dragon general of Ninghai and the sons of the Dragon Palace, and because the people all over the world like to hear stories about punishing evil and promoting good, Mr. Lu Jing's beheading of the dragon has already happened. It spread all over Taixuanjing.

The people all passed on word of mouth.

Many people even ran to the library, saying that they would erect a monument for Mr. Lu Jing inside the library. "

Lu Yi clapped his palms and said with a smile: "The common people are always simple, they used to look at the many adults in Taixuanjing, and they always looked up.

Most grown-ups also ignore the gaze cast from below.

But the third brother braved the wrath of the Dragon Palace and the danger of the dragon being chased and killed, resolutely killed the dragon general, smashed the blood beads, cut the dragon's son, and avenged those innocent people who died tragically. How can such things not be praised? "

"It's just like the painting boat before..."

When Ning Qiang saw Lu Yi talking about Xu Baiyan, she quickly gave her a look.

The young lady of the Jiuhu Lu family was not stupid either, she immediately reacted, bowed her head and stuck out her tongue.

"It's something that benefits the people."

Su Zhaoshi said: "This incident also caused a storm among scholars in Xuandu. In the Shulou, Guozijian and other academies in Xuandu, young scholars were furious about this matter. Why did Long Zi of Dragon Palace dare to do such a thing.

There are already some gentlemen from the Imperial College who have gone to Hezhong Road to find out the truth of this matter, if it is true, the scholars in Taixuanjing will definitely join hands to request..."

"It's really...strange." Sheng Zi interrupted Su Zhaoshi's words suddenly: "The scholars in Tai Xuan Jing are too strange.

When I was studying, I was often full of enthusiasm, seeing the injustice and injustice in the world, and I was able to run and cry out, hoping to clean up the filth in the world and hope that the wicked would be punished. "

"But once you have an official position and enter the court, it seems to be affected by something, and the blood in your heart seems to have frosted..."

Ning Qiang listened to the two talking, and shook her head abruptly: "Not everyone is like this."

Lu Yi added: "When my cousin comes back, if he is willing to serve as an official in the court, he must be a good official who cares about the people.

Cousin doesn't change. "

Having said this, Lu Yi stood up again: "Sister Qingyue has been practicing alchemy in the Shaomu Courtyard for more than ten days.

According to Luyu, sister Qingyue is extremely talented, if she succeeds this time, she can already sit in the clinic. "

"My cousin and I went to the library. If she leaves the customs, I have to tell Sister Qingyue all the news."

Lu Yi and Ning Qiang left together, Su Zhaoshi looked at the sky, it was already time to study, he couldn't help sighing when he saw the dazed posture.

The word love between the world is the most moving, but also the most tormenting.

Su Zhaoshi has deeply experienced the ups and downs. Up to now, he and Miss Chen's family can only communicate by letter, so he naturally understands the torment in Sheng Zi's heart.

He quietly stood up and left the restaurant alone, so that Sheng Zi could be alone.

Even sitting in the Sifang Restaurant, her eyes fell on the front of the Sifang Restaurant from the window.

Na Suhe was pacing on the spot.

Sheng Zi couldn't help but think of Lu Jing's way of stroking the plain heeled horse's head and whispering softly a long time ago.

Perhaps since then, Lu Jing has been different from most people in Taixuanjing in her eyes.

There are many monks in Taixuanjing, but only Lu Jing at that time saw through Su He's heart and understood the reason why Su He wanted to die...

"I have prepared a red dress. I have no time to see you off when you leave, but you must come back safely so that I can receive you with a red dress."

Sheng Zi was thinking like this, but there was still deep worry in her eyes.

Dragons... tyrannical and proud.

Lu Jing offended the dragons of the world... I only hope that he can escape.

...

The gate of Changliu City had already collapsed, and the keel plaque with the word "Burying the Dragon" written on it had already fallen down. The sharp keel pierced into the ruins, and the word "Buying the Dragon" was still clearly visible.

Lu Jing stood on the ten-foot-long plaque. The continuous wind and rain in the city gradually subsided, and it never washed away the blood in the city.

The smell of blood was pungent, and the black clothes fluttering on Lu Jing's body brought a chill.

When the last flood dragon died in the clear cold light of the Rain Calling Sword.

The huge Changliu City has truly buried many dragons.

Seven hundred dragons either died in Changliu City, or died within tens of miles of Changliu City.

On the high slope hundreds of miles away from Changliu City, I don't know how many people are watching the city while exercising their divine sense and profound art.

Because the scene in this city is too shocking.

Dragon corpses piled up in the city, blood flowing like a river.

The ferocious dragon's head fell into the ruins and merged with the ruins, making this dilapidated city look even more terrifying.

"This Lu Jing...does not leave any room for himself. Today he killed seven hundred dragons, including more than two hundred real dragons.

They are all first-class dragon kings and dragon generals, and it seems that they really plan to live forever with the Wufang Dragon Palace. "

"There is no room for maneuver between Lu Jing and Wufang Dragon Palace.

Lu Jing killed Ying Xuanguang, the eldest prince of Taichong Dragon Palace. According to people in Taixuanjing, this Lu Jing had cut off the dragon horns and feet of four dragon descendants and grandchildren as early as in Taixuanjing.

I admire his decisiveness, without any tenderness. If Lu Jing was afraid today and let those real dragons go, do you think Wufang Dragon Palace would let Lu Jing go? "

"What kind of support does this Lu Jing have? How dare he act so recklessly? Although he is a big law enforcement officer, the enforcement of the law is only authority. He will not be held accountable by the court for killing people under the law, but he has no official status, just like the sword armor in the early years. Generally speaking, as for his identity as the teacher of the library... The gentleman on the second floor, the library that has always been for the purpose of preaching and teaching, plans to make an exception for him?

If the Wufang Dragon Palace is determined to kill him, if the Dragon King of the Dragon Palace, or those immortal old dragons come..."

"Isn't there an old dragon here? That old dragon has been cut into three by Lu Jing, look, the old dragon's dragon balls are being played by that Ma Zhaoye.

For such a genius, he should be bolder. Maybe, after the quarrel becomes serious, the Dafu court will naturally come forward to protect him. "

...

These monks who came all the way to Hezhong Road to find opportunities in Lutan talked with each other.

This is another scene inside and outside the Dragon Burial City.

The Jingting Walker of Daleiyin Temple has a high level of cultivation, so he independently stopped the hidden dragon of the sixth rank of divine appearance just now.

When all the dragons disappeared in the Dragon Burial City, Jingting Xingzhe wiped the plasma from his fists with his long sleeves, and he turned and left without even looking at anyone present.

"Stopping killing by killing is neither compassionate nor righteous."

"It's just... today there are dragons that are cannibals but they are not punished. Someone slays a demon dragon, but they are attacked by dragons... I am a walker, and I carry the Avalokitesvara on my back, and I was born in a human womb. I used to be an ordinary person. Knowing that life and the people are not easy, he carried out the killing..."

Jingting Walker muttered to himself, as if to comfort his own heart.

He drifted away and disappeared into the mist.

Lu Jing looked at his back, turned his head to look at the Rain Calling Sword, and the Rain Calling Sword pierced through the air, smashing the clouds in the sky.

For a while, there was neither wind nor rain on the road away from Jingting Walker.

Jingting Walker paused slightly, then continued on without turning his head.

Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai are extremely far away from Lu Jing, their primordial spirit is dim, and their divine fire is no longer as strong as before. The depleted vitality is slowly growing, and the battle with the dragons has caused them a lot of wear and tear.

The same is true of the white ape, its body is ten feet high, covered with bloodstains, leaning against a dragon corpse, its head drooped, its eyes still have arrogance, but its own blood is not as strong as before.

Xu Xingzhi stood outside Changliu City, looking at the piled up dragon corpses around him, his eyes were bloodshot.

He took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes tightly.

Two or three full breaths of time passed.

Xu Xingzhi gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, the remaining blood in his body was vigorously moving, and rushed towards the distance, but within a dozen breaths, he was nowhere to be seen.

And the evil knife on his back was originally ordinary, but now it was glowing with blood.

Xu Xingzhi... is suppressing the desire from Xie Dao.

This is also the reason why he never drew his sword in the face of dragons.

He neither draws the sword nor abandons it.

I don't know what kind of origin Xu Xingzhi has with this evil knife.

Prime Minister Nan Zhao crossed the river and stood in front of Lu Jing, looking up at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing was also a little puzzled, why the Seventh Prince saw the lineage of the Su Mansion, and the guest ministers from Duke Chu's mansion would come to help him.

Xiang Guohe's cultivation is not as good as Jingting Xingzhe, Xu Xingzhi, Luo Shubai and other strong men.

He didn't have a first-grade treasure like Qian Xiushui to protect him, so he was seriously injured.

Half of his body was bloody and bloody, his left arm was severed, and the Jiudao Xiantian blood in his body was disordered, and he was seriously injured.

Lu Jing jumped off the keel plaque and was about to speak to him.

Xiang Guohe suddenly spoke.

When he spoke, his tone was very strange, obviously with a Nanzhao accent.

"Sir, I have been to the library several times, but I have never seen you."

Xiang Guohe was shirtless, but there was a bit of shyness in his eyes.

"I don't know if I can... look at that support pen."

Lu Jing was slightly taken aback, and handed the mind-holding pen to Xiang Guohe.

Xiang Guohe seemed to have great respect for this heart-holding pen, trying to raise his severed left hand so that he could take over Mr. Four's pen with both hands.

It's just that the injury on his left arm was too serious and he hadn't healed it, Xiang crossed the river two or three times before he shook his head and took the mind-holding pen with his right hand.

"Mr. Jing Xing... has mentioned the mind-holding brush many times. When I came to Taixuanjing, I just wanted to see the library, the mind-holding brush, and the sword of Mr. Si.

It's just that there has never been a chance. "

Xiang Guohe's eyes fell on the pen with the heart, and there was a smile on his face.

Lu Jing looked at Xiang crossing the river, and suddenly remembered that Sheng Zi had said that Su Hei's owner, Xie Jingxing, a great Confucian who once packed his bags and went to Nanzhao's smoke barrier, died in Nanzhao, and a young man sent Su Hei back to Taizhou Hyun Kyung...

The Nanzhao rainforest once had a severe disease, and the source of the serious disease was a sick tiger. The great Confucian Xie Jing Xing wore a bamboo hat, straw sandals, and carried a book on his back to feed the tiger. He went to the source of the serious disease and saved the people.

"It turns out that Xiang Guohe is Mr. Jing Xing's disciple."

Lu Jing's eyes moved slightly, and he looked into his hand, and there was another sword case in his hand.

He carefully opened the sword box, and there was a wooden sword safely in it.

It was the black sandalwood sword.

"This black sandalwood sword is not Mr. Si's real sword, but it was used by Mr. Si when he practiced sword."

Lu Jing took out the black sandalwood sword and handed it to Xiang to cross the river.

Xiang Guohe hastily and carefully put the mind-holding pen into the sword case. He wanted to wipe the sweat off his hands with his clothes, but then he remembered that his clothes had already been stained with dragon blood, and he suddenly became at a loss. .

Lu Jing smiled at him, and said, "It's okay, if the gentlemen in the bookstore were clean-spirited, Mr. Jing Xing wouldn't go to Nanzhao."

Only then did Xiang Guohe accept the black sandalwood sword.

Jixia Jiange Kaiyang Sword Seat and Mangyi Diao Temple stand side by side.

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing stood behind them, also looking at Lu Jing.

"That wooden sword is Mr. Shen An's saber?" Kaiyang Jianzuo lowered his head, wanting to see the sword very much.

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing also stretched their necks, looking at the two people in front of the keel plaque from a distance.

At this moment, the young Mangyi Diaosi suddenly licked his lips and said: "When I came to Hezhong Road, the court had its own order. If I meet Lu Jing from the study building... I will kill you without mercy."

Kaiyang Sword Seat looked up.

Qi Hanzhang and An Nijing were silent for a while.

"Tong Diao Temple." An Nijing said: "Lu Jing is favored by the fallen immortals in the sky, and maybe he will ascend to the sky in the near future, it doesn't matter whether you kill him or not..."

"Have you forgotten the grudge between Shangui Gaoli and you Jixia Jiange Jian Qiushui?"

The Tong Diaosi smiled and said: "I know that the Qin Festival is good, and killing is not allowed on weekdays, and I also know that the young master of the Qi family indulges in pen and ink, and cannot bear to kill Lu Jing, a master of pen and ink.

But don't you forget that the two of you are subjects of our country of Qi. Lu Jing not only has gaps with Jixia Jiange and Hengshan Temple, but he is also disrespectful to the prince of our country of Qi.

Since the court has ordered us to kill him, but you still shirk like this, it is inevitable that you are a little... disloyal. "

An Nijing and Qi Hanzhang looked at each other, and they both saw the worry in their eyes.

The two young monks of the Qi Kingdom thought of King Qi Yuan sitting high on the throne.

He is powerful, violent for no reason, has killed countless people, and his temper is becoming more and more speculative. If he resists the decree...

"I cultivated the Kaiyang sword, reflecting the Kaiyang star. The sword energy has also crossed the rivers and lakes of the Qi country, but it has never taken advantage of people's danger."

Kaiyang Jianzuo took a look at Tong Diaosi, and then a breeze blew up in the sky, carrying him away.

"Let's leave this great achievement to Tong Diao Temple, Qin Ji, you come with me, my soul is weak now, I need healing, and I need you to protect me."

An Nijing was overjoyed, she hurriedly saluted to Tong Diao Temple, gave Qi Hanzhang another look, and immediately left with Kaiyang Sword Seat.

Qi Hanzhang looked at Ani Jingli, and saw Tong Diao Si still staring at him with that weird smile on his face.

"It's different to have a senior come here. If there is something to do, it only needs to be carried by the Opening Sun Sword Seat."

"I came here alone, and the Qi family in the Qi State is not what it used to be. It can't compare to Jixia Jiange, and it can't compare to Hengshan Temple. If the ancestors leave the customs..."

Qi Hanzhang sighed in his heart, and when he raised his hand, the walking dragon pen appeared in his hand again.

"Tong Diao Temple, since you want to do something, you have to be quick. This Mr. Lu Jing... is really extraordinary."

Tong Diao Temple nodded slightly, then looked towards the distant river.

"Don't worry, Lu Jing can't kill anyone at the dragon platform."

"Also, you and I are not the only ones who want Lu Jing to die here, even if there are two more Lu Jings, they must... die here!"

Tong Diaosi had a sinister smile on his face!

And in the dry river.

A silver needle flew out of the ear of Yuan Qishou, the second head of the Huai Gang!

Yuan Qishou flicked it lightly, and the silver needle became bigger in an instant, turning into a silver gun, and fell into Yuan Qishou's hands.

Behind him, the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers all stretched out their hands to hold the long spears behind them.

"Now is the time. In the Dragon Slaying battle, Yu Xingdao Luo Shubai, Nan Heyu, and that white ape are all at the end of their strength and will be useless."

"The same is true for Lu Jing, but Lu Jing is weird. If I want to kill him, I have to do my best, and I can't give him any room to breathe."

Yuan Qishou looked coldly.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and looked around the Dragon Burial City.

In the land of hundreds of miles around, many divine thoughts and gazes fell.

"People talk like a tiger, if there were not so many people watching, I would have already made a move when the old dragon came. My status is still second, but I still have eight hundred black ice soldiers.

Everyone in the world knows that the Xuanbing armored warriors are the guards of the Jiansu Mansion. His Highness must take care of all the people in the world in order to fight for the general situation, and must not leave a reputation of helping the dragon to do evil. "

Yuan Qishou was thoughtful, and if he helped the dragons kill Lu Jing, he would inevitably conflict with those monks who helped Lu Jing.

Among them, there are many disciples from great sects and famous families, and it is not good to have conflicts with so many people under the watchful eyes of the public.

Yuan Qishou thought about this, he held the silver gun in one hand, and pulled up the cloak behind him with the other to cover his head.

In an instant, the aura on Yuan Qishou's body changed drastically, the original stern temperament became extremely hot, and thick and masculine blood flowed into his limbs.

Lu Jing seemed to be aware of it, and turned his head to look at the dry river.

But in the river, Buddha Zi Lian'e was standing in front of the monk Shenxiu.

At this moment, Buddha Zi Lian'e... has already taken off the precepts beads around his neck.

The precepts Buddhist beads were wrapped around his right hand, and the Buddhist inscriptions on his body were slowly glowing.

"Junior Brother Shenxiu... I heard that you have profound Buddha nature, and your comprehension of the Tripitaka is only weaker than that of the Jokhang Temple Master Shi Nu."

Lianye Buddha's eyes were full of blood, and he clasped his palms together, facing the monk Shenxiu who was holding a fishing rod.

Monk Shenxiu is very enlightened and famous all over the world, but because he is young, his cultivation level is not as good as that of the Jingting Walker from Daleiyin Temple just now, but the fishing rod caught more than ten real dragons, which is extremely tyrannical.

At this time, he was exhausted, and he gave Lu Jing a embarrassed look on his delicate face.

"Senior Brother Lian E, sometimes you and I can't kill, but help others to kill good people. The crime is even heavier. I'm fishing for dragons today. If you stop me, I'm afraid it's the same... The difference is that dragons are evil beasts here. Mr. Lu Jing is a kind person..."

Lian'e recited the Buddha's name and remained silent.

But the killing blood gushing out from his body almost turned into a dome, covering the surrounding area of ​​tens of feet.

Chenghui, who was next to the monk Shenxiu, looked at the Buddhist disciple of Landa Temple in front of him with some puzzlement.

But the monk Shenxiu turned around, saluted Lu Jing, and said, "Mr. Lu Jing, and... run away."

Monk Shenxiu said a word.

The dozens of dragon-slaying monks who were resting in the Dragon Burial City suddenly seemed to feel it.

Just at this time, Yuan Qishou came from the winding river with a silver gun in his hand.

The uniform sound of horseshoes, the rising power of Qi and blood, and the frightening killing aura surged one after another.

Eight hundred mysterious ice warriors! Each of them is a first-class elite soldier who has lived in the battlefield for a long time and has cultivated a whole body of killing!

Coupled with the braided black ice armor, black ice gun, and hundred-blood horse, the eight hundred sets of black ice armor and black ice gun seem to have a unique connection, and the repeated vitality that emanates from them is linked together, making this thousand Six hundred treasures became more powerful.

The eight hundred Xuanbing warriors practiced the same battle formation method, and their qi and blood were connected. The eight hundred horses were tall and tall, and their qi and blood also flowed into the eight hundred Xuanbing warriors. Arriving at one place, the dragon-slaying cultivators who came out of their bodies to heal their injuries all felt waves of scorching heat and severe pain.

The monks' primordial spirits went into their sheaths one after another, sealing the real hall, preventing the primordial spirits from seeing the blood of the battle.

"Mysterious Ice Armor?"

Someone saw the origin of these eight hundred soldiers: "Who is this leader?"

Yuan Qishou pulled the rein of the horse, and he looked around at the monks in the Dragon Burial City.

"These people... are really in the way."

"Without these people, Lu Jing could have been besieged and killed."

Yuan Qishou let out a cold snort in his heart.

But he said loudly: "This general was ordered to come to see Mr. Lu Jing, and it has nothing to do with you.

I also ask everyone... to leave this Dragon Burial City.

Luo Shubai had already noticed the eight hundred mysterious ice warriors, but it was only at this time that the young master of Yuxing Island raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Not long ago, Lu Jing wrote the essay on killing the dragon, and today he killed 700 dragons. It will only take a while for Lu Jing to become famous all over the world. I don't know how many people will respect him.

The seventh prince actually wanted to kill Lu Jing at this time? "

Nan Heyu had already stood up, she stroked Qian Xiushui on her waist, but she only felt that the sword energy Qian Xiushui responded was very weak.

Her divine fire is no longer able to burn, and it is impossible for a human being to control too much vitality.

I'm afraid there's no way to display the wind and rain sword energy!

Nan Heyu still had some disbelief in his eyes: "Is this Xuanbing soldier here to kill Mr. Lu Jing?

Buddha disciple Lian'e of Nalanda Temple took off the precepts Buddhist beads...in order to stop Master Shenxiu from helping Mr. Shenxiu? "

She took a deep breath.

She became famous because of her talent in swordsmanship and her feathered sword heart, but Nan Heyu only cared about practicing safely, but she didn't know the dangers of this world.

"Lu Jing killed Ying Xuanguang because of the Dragon Pan Formation, it was clearly Ying Xuanguang's deeds before him, so Lu Jing's killing him was a fair move.

It can be seen that the Xuanbing soldiers of Sufu want to kill Mr. at this time!

Yu Xuanlou is the seventh prince, with the blood of a sage running through his body, he doesn't want to blame the dragon family for this matter, accumulate reputation, and eliminate harm for the people, but only wants to eliminate dissidents? "

For some reason, Nan Heyu loathed Tai Xuanjing more and more, and now he also somewhat understood why Nan Fengmian insisted on leaving Xuandu and went south to see the rivers and mountains.

The quiet mountains and rivers in Taixuanjing are far from the whole picture of the world!

Nan Heyu thought so in her heart, but she didn't hesitate much, she just took a firm step and stood in front of the keel plaque.

"I'm Nan Heyu from Nanguo's mansion. I don't know which army's general you are, what's your name?"

Nan Heyu raised her chin and said, "You...if you want to take advantage of others..."

"Miss He Yu."

Before Nan Heyu finished speaking, Lu Jing's voice suddenly came from behind.

Nan Heyu turned her head to look, but saw that Lu Jing had spread his arms wide, palms folded, and saluted her meticulously.

After saluting to Nan Heyu, Lu Jing saluted in all directions inside and outside the Dragon Burial City with the same etiquette.

He never spoke impassionedly, never talked about the act of slaying the dragon, but said: "The eight hundred mysterious ice warriors, plus this monk who reflects the appearance of a spiritual official master and five major gods, everyone is here. Has been to no avail.

I have already remembered everyone's appearance in my heart, and in the future..."

"Mr. Lu Jing wants to repay us?" A wounded warrior frowned and said, "As you said in your essay, there are also passionate people in the world.

You can slay dragons for the dead, so naturally I, Liu Sanjun of Beichuan Road, can too, sir... I admire you, but it is not because I want to befriend you, a well-known Tianjiao like you, or to seek your reward in the future. "

"Dragon is tyrannical. In the past, I would not have dared to slay dragons. Now, with your inscription on dragon slaying and your law enforcement status, we dare to come here.

For this reason, we do not ask for anything in return. "

A warrior with a long axe, a broken arm, and a dead body behind him spoke loudly.

Lu Jing fell silent, and saluted everyone again.

"Lao Tzu is different, I want to be famous all over the world.

Today, I slay the dragon with Mr. Lu Jing, Shizhang Baiyuan, the walker of Daleiyin Temple, Nanhe Yuluoshubai of Yuxing Island, and dozens of heroes. When I leave the middle of the river, I will spread the word!

Mr. Lu Jing, if anyone asks about this in the future, please mention my name, I am Zhang Tiequan from Northwest Road! "

"Mr. Lu Jing, don't be afraid, the old ape still has the strength to fight." The white ape struggled to stand up.

...

Among the dozens of people, most of them returned the salute to Lu Jing, then turned around silently, bowed their heads and left the Dragon Burial City.

There are also a small number of people who are like the old white ape, silent, but they all hold their weapons tightly and frown.

Lu Jing waved lightly to the people who left.

Some of these departing monks lost their companions, some had their treasures worn out, and some were seriously injured and dying.

Coupled with the origin of the Xuanbing Armor, these people could slay dragons in anger because of Lu Jing's status as a law enforcement officer, but because of the shackles of this world, and the disparity in strength at this time, they dare not easily resist the edge of the Xuanbing Armor.

What's more, after the Xuanbing soldiers, there are Jiansu Mansion, Xuandu Li's Mansion, Duke Chu's Mansion...

Every name taboo is a huge mountain.

Drunk lying down and calling knights at night, east wind blows into the Dragon Slaying Field...

"Flying three million sword qi, stirring up Zhou Tianhan... is it going to become a swan song?"

On that mountain top, King Mingguang of Pingping Township placed the flag horizontally on his lap, sat cross-legged, and watched the scene in front of him with great interest, just like watching another big drama.

"If you don't experience death, only rely on talent, only rely on blood, how can you be worthy of being the king of Fuguangdong in Pingping Township?"

When Mingguang Tianwang said this, he suddenly reacted and spat.

"This Lu Jing is not the Eastern King, and the name of the Eastern King is naturally not Fu Guang. I'm afraid the General and the Great Heavenly King are too anxious. Let's see Lu Jing... die, or not die!"

The place where Mingguang Heavenly King falls.

Yuan Qishou looked at more than ten people who were in the Dragon Burial City, and Nan Heyu who was unwilling to take a step back, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Miss Guogongfu, the old white ape from Duan Shou Mountain, and Mr. Luo of Yuxing Island... plus these dozen or so monks, in the prime of life, even if this general leads eight hundred black ice warriors There are also one or two things to consider.

But after today's battle, if you stand in front of the horse's hooves, it's nothing more than the weak throwing a bone, and the strong being arrested and picked up, what effect will it have? "

"This general came here on orders, and I don't have much patience. For the sake of your identities, I would like to remind you...leave."

Yuan Qishou had just finished speaking.

Lu Jing suddenly took a few steps forward and walked in front of Nan Heyu.

"Senseless sacrifice is too pedantic."

Lu Jing shook his head: "The so-called benevolence and righteousness sometimes have to give way to life.

I also ask you to leave, don't make unnecessary sacrifices. "

"Besides, Lu Jing stayed here just to see who is hiding in the shadows and watching."

"I've already seen the Seventh Prince, and I've seen Lianye Buddha... Lu Jing, I need to see more clearly."