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

Lu Jing's eyes were clear, wisps of qi and blood lingered around him, and a trace of vitality melted into his eyes.

When the Dou Xingguan's Fate was triggered, seven stars faintly reflected in Lu Jing's eyes.

He stared at the gun-wielding general and the eight hundred black ice soldiers in the river, and there was still a trace of Lu Jing's very familiar aura left on the eight hundred black ice soldiers.

"It's probably... the breath left by the Seventh Prince's double pupil."

Lu Jing stood in front of Nan Heyu.

Luo Shubai stood not far away, looking at Nan Heyu.

He never persuaded Nan Heyu to leave, but the seven-foot jade tool was entwined with sword energy.

The young master of Yu Xing Island had no other thoughts in mind.

In his whole life, Nan Heyu was the only person he cherished the most in his heart besides the master of swordsmanship who was also a teacher and mother.

Yu Xing Island was empty, many years ago, Luo Shubai just played alone, running before the waves, he always felt a little lonely in his heart.

Until Nan Heyu also came to Yuxing Island, Luo Shubai became a senior brother, and Nan Heyu became the junior sister Luo Shubai wanted to protect, and there were many complicated thoughts mixed in.

Until Lu Jing appeared, those complicated emotions were buried in Luo Shubai's heart, but what could never change... Nan Heyu was still his junior sister, and one of Luo Shubai's most cherished people.

"Junior Sister wants to help Mr. Lu Jing, so I will naturally help her... However, after the battle in Changliu City, Junior Sister and I did not stand in the way of the fifth-level general and the eight hundred black ice soldiers. Yuli."

"Whether we can escape the robbery this time depends on Mr. Lu Jing himself."

Luo Shubai held the seven-foot jade sword hilt tightly, and there was firmness in his soft eyes.

When the other strong men heard Lu Jing's words, some of them thought for a moment, then saluted Lu Jing, turned and left.

The white ape on Broken Shou Mountain tried to get up, but the wound on his body became more and more hideous, leaving strands of blood behind.

Lu Jing turned his head and shook his head slightly at the white ape, with some doubts in his eyes.

The white ape saw Lu Jing's call to slay the dragon, and came to the Dragon Burial City, and met Lu Jing just by chance.

Now, a strong man is holding a gun in front of him, and he is also bringing with him 800 black ice warriors, but this white ape still doesn't intend to leave, but wants to protect Lu Jing...

This surprised Lu Jing a little.

Nan Heyu lowered her head and looked at Lu Jing's back. She also heard what Lu Jing said, but she didn't intend to leave.

"There are so many pairs of eyes and so many spiritual thoughts a hundred miles away from the Dragon Burial City. I don't believe that I'm in the front. Seeing the eight hundred Xuanbing warriors in the Su Mansion, they dare to kill me."

Nan Heyu pursed her lips, the Qianxiu water shimmered, but it looked a bit darker than before, and the vitality pouring into the Qianxiu water was intermittent, far from being full.

She was about to say something.

Zhao Ye heard the sound of the horse's hooves, and came to Lu Jing's side, and the horse's head rubbed against Lu Jing's chest.

Lu Jing nodded towards Zhao Ye, and then looked at the river.

"Pass through hundreds of levels, see who is coming, and see all kinds of ghosts in Dafu."

Lu Jing stared coldly at the general with a gun in the river, and suddenly grinned.

"You are the second head of Huai Gang, Yuan Qishou?"

Boom!

The gust of wind drove Yuan Qishou to wear a black cloak.

In that instant, the silver gun in his hand burst out with a burst of energy and blood that soared to the sky!

The terrifying power is like a stormy sea that takes off sand and rocks, and there is a sudden thunder and a strong wind.

"The spirit officer hands over the gun!"

A general trend of martial arts brought out the spear like fire, and also brought out the surging martial arts spirit.

"Feed the soldiers with fire, don't hold back the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers!"

"Kill Lu Jing!"

"Lu Jing will definitely die today!"

Yuan Qi's first spear was like thunder, and his method of passing the spear by the spirit officer was full of turbulent momentum. It not only brought a hundred changes, but also had the momentum of a god's spear. It brought up thousands of smoke and dust, almost turning into an aurora, towards Lu Jing. To stab.

"Mr. Lu Jing, be careful!"

Nan Heyu was about to make a move.

The vitality in the sky is moving, and the vitality is like a pen and ink, and it suddenly appears in the sky and the earth.

The pen and ink are like a dragon, swaying wantonly, bringing up mountains and valleys.

The mountains and ravines fell into the city, and they were locked in the spiritual thoughts of Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai.

The smoke and dust filled the room, the vitality was exhausted, and Yu Xingdao and his soul were sluggish. Their minds were locked by the pen and ink of the mountains and valleys. They suddenly felt that there was a cloud of smoke and sand in front of them, and they could no longer see the real thing.

Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were startled. Just as they were about to set up the sword light, the vitality controlled by the primordial spirit became thinner and thinner for some reason, and Qianqiu Shui and the seven-foot jade tool also returned to calm.

In the mountains and ravines, the vitality of pen and ink flows, a roc rushes out of the dust, the roc claws catch it in the air, squeezes bursts of vitality, and then controls Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai, and takes them to the sky .

And on the back of the big roc, the young calligrapher of the Qi State looked helpless, holding the walking dragon pen in his hand, the brush and ink moved lightly, and the words were like the tide of the ocean, and like magical powers...

Or... This dragon-like brushwork technique from the world's leading brush and ink leader is itself a kind of mysterious and mysterious power that is hard to fathom!

Qi Hanzhang didn't want to make a move, but he had to!

Because of this, this young scholar of the Qi Kingdom, who was not yet thirty, was lucky enough to write and roll up a raging wave of vitality, locking Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai so that they could not intervene in this matter.

Duan Shou Mountain White Ape had already struggled to stand up, but when he raised his sledgehammer and mad knife, a strand of hair appeared in the blood mist.

There are traces of blood on the hair.

The qi and blood are neither mighty nor thick, but they are elusive and extremely sharp.

A ray of blood suddenly bloomed from the white ape's body.

"Seizing hair? Qi Guotong's banquet?"

The white ape roared angrily, and blood flowed profusely from his body.

Since Lu Jingdao revealed Yuan Qishou's identity, Yuan Qishou drew his gun in an instant, and eight hundred Xuanbing armored soldiers rushed forward, but in the blink of an eye, Qi Hanzhang, a young calligrapher from Qi State, and Xiuyan, a boy from Mangyi Diaosi, also attacked together.

"On the mountain in the distance, there is another person who is carrying a big banner and plotting evil."

Under the fate of Lu Jingdou Xingguan, his thoughts became infinitely clear, and wherever his eyes passed, everything seemed to become quite slow.

Yuan Qi's first shot was like a raging fire!

The eight hundred Xuanbing armored men wore visors, and their murderous aura was soaring to the sky, and the Dragon Burial City was once again surging with wind and clouds.

These elite soldiers can easily crush the ruins of the Dragon Burial City by charging alone.

Yuan Qi attacked with a spear, with the will to kill in his eyes.

Sitting on the back of the roc, Qi Hanzhang had helplessness and pity in his eyes.

The unfamiliar boy Xiuyan from the Diao Temple in python in Qi State was pale, male and female, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of raging murderous intent.

"If the long hair of a young Tianjiao can be refined into hair strands, he will have the true pity of heaven and earth."

Tong Xiuyan did not hide the greed in his eyes, his slender hair disappeared into the sky, and cut the white ape on Duan Shou Mountain.

The white ape was cut by Duosheng's hair, and with the tyrannical force of Duosheng's hair, it was thrown several miles away.

After landing on the ground, the white ape wanted to get up, but at this moment, his movements suddenly froze, and his body went limp.

Tong Xiuyan's hair swept across.

Under Dou Xingguan's fate, Lu Jing's eyes clearly saw that there were multiple strands of hair dancing between Tong Xiuyan's ten fingers, and each strand of hair spread out and turned into tens of thousands.

Tight for a moment.

There was an extra net in front of Lu Jing's eyes.

"The snare of life!"

"Entering this net, the flesh and blood will be shredded, and the bones will be turned into powder. There is no pain at all."

Tong Xiuyan set up a net, trying to turn Lu Jing into a mincemeat!

Murderous intentions appear frequently!

Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were coerced away by Qi Hanzhang's Zoulong brushwork.

Buddha Zi Lian'e stood side by side with Monk Shenxiu, he turned his head to look at Lu Jing in the distance, feeling a little pity in his heart...

"It's a pity that I didn't kill him with my own hands."

Lianye Buddha thought so in his heart.

At this moment, Monk Lianye sighed with regret.

"Buddhist, you have entered the evil way, you have raised the demons in your heart but you don't know it, you think you still abide by the law of killing the body of the wrathful vajra.

Angry-eyed King Kong doesn't uphold the precept of killing, and the evil result of killing will become a demon, but it's a pity that Lu Jing's benefactor..."

Monk Shenxiu sat cross-legged, with brown robes covering his legs... There was a faint radiance on this young Buddhist disciple of the Jokhang Temple.

At this moment, the great sun had already set, and the stars shone on Monk Shenxiu, making Monk Shenxiu look even more holy.

"Benefactor Lu Jing... I've exhausted my strength." Monk Chenghui, who was standing next to Monk Shenxiu, suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

"Brother, do you want to send Master Lu Jing west?"

It was at this moment that many people had their own thoughts and thoughts.

The dry river course was three miles away from Lu Jing.

But when Yuan Qishou and the eight hundred mysterious ice warriors mobilized their blood, they rushed towards them with berserk power.

But in the blink of an eye, he has come to the land of hundreds of feet.

But just as Cheng Hui thought in his heart, Lu Jing's qi and blood are sluggish, his soul is dim, and he has exhausted his strength, so how can he survive the supernatural killing of Yuan Qishou, the second leader of Huai Gang, and Tong Xiuyan of Mangyi Diao Temple in Qi State!

Must die!

undoubtedly!

The belief of lore lingers in Yuan Qishou's heart.

Tong Xiuyan also planned to braid Lu Jing's long hair and practice it into the hair strands.

But at this moment... when a wisp of smoke and dust dispersed, a white light flashed.

Suddenly a huge dragon ball flew out of the sky!

The dragon ball shone brightly, and was mixed with thick blood mist, the sky and the earth in the distance.

"Even that crippled old dragon once wanted to prolong his life with the blood sacrifice formation."

Lu Jing's eyes were cold.

The huge dragon ball that flew up was the dragon ball of the disabled old dragon.

There was actually a faint sword energy and a phantom on the dragon ball.

The sword energy is like a ray of light, and it is also mixed with awe-inspiring righteousness, which means "to stir up the coldness of Zhou Tian".

And the phantom that is looming and about to disperse is that... the pen-ink Kunpeng!

Here and now.

Penmo Kunpeng is opening its mouth wide, biting the dragon ball of the disabled old dragon.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Qishou and Tong Xiuyan couldn't help but have a... question.

But then, under the white light of the dragon ball, standing in front of the keel plaque, Lu Jing's figure became clear.

But Lu Jing had already tried his best to pull away the falling dragon bow!

The longbow is not full moon, with Lu Jing's current strength, it can only be stretched an inch.

But what rested on the Falling Dragon Bow was a dragon tooth.

The dragon teeth are shining, crystal clear and bright.

"Lu Jing... what do you want to do?"

Yuan Qishou's pupils shrank slightly, and Tong Xiuyan suddenly remembered something.

Shine!

An inexplicable wave came, and the dragon teeth on the falling dragon bow flew away, bursting out with dazzling light.

Long Ya took off his bow, and Zhao Ye had already galloped towards him. Lu Jing only got on his horse in an instant, and Zhao Ye let go of his horse's legs and galloped in the opposite direction.

Click...

From the howling wind, thunderclap, horseshoes rushing, qi and blood rushing by, and supernatural powers running, there was a crisp sound mixed in.

But seeing the sword energy remaining on the dragon ball burst out suddenly, Kunpeng Xuying also bit it down, and flung the dragon ball far away, hanging not far from Yuan Qishou and the eight hundred black ice warriors.

At this point, Kunpeng's phantom finally dissipated completely.

The dragon tooth shot by the falling dragon bow finally landed on the dragon ball...

"Lu Jing!"

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Qishou, like Tong Xiuyan, noticed Lu Jing's drawing.

"Why are you able to shoot..."

Rumble!

Yuan Qishou's voice did not finish.

The vitality in the void of the world suddenly collapsed, and then was engulfed by a violent force, and exploded!

Thousands of vitality condensed and then exploded, streaks of blood qi criss-crossed in it, and the vitality turned into sharp ice, densely packed, stretching across the sky and the earth!

The eight hundred Xuanbing warriors originally had aura like a rainbow, and their power was unparalleled.

But the broken-legged old dragon Dragon Ball, who was eightfold in appearance, was shot to pieces by Lu Jing.

The entire Dragon Burial City seemed to be whining...

In the Dragon Burial City, a raging wave was rolled up, and a black light that shot straight into the sky was also rolled up.

Yuan Qishou, the second head of the Huai Gang!

Eight hundred soldiers!

Bear the brunt of it!

Tong Xiuyan was on the side, but still intimidated by the sudden surge of power, seizing hair and locking the vitality of the void, this Qi State mangyi Diaosi flew back, like a bright meteor falling towards him!

"Finished formation!"

Yuan Qishou gritted his teeth, and the eight hundred Xuanbing warriors united into one battle formation, and thick blood gushed out from every pore in their bodies.

The overbearing killing aura soared into the sky!

This is where the army is strong.

Even Yuan Qishou, who was at the fifth level of divine appearance, reflected the main appearance of the spirit official, had already put away his gun light and retreated behind the battle formation of eight hundred mysterious ice warriors.

Yuan Qishou's physical body is so powerful, but his bone-piercing vitality still left many scars on Yuan Qishou's face.

And the eight hundred black ice armored warriors fought against the terrifying power of the explosion head-on. Suddenly, the black ice armor and the black ice spear were cracked all over. Dozens of horses had their flesh and blood cut off, leaving only skeletons!

"Lu Jing, if you shoot the dragon ball to pieces, can you be safe?"

Yuan Qishou gritted his teeth, but saw the mysterious light in his eyes turning, but saw in the wisps of smoke...

Lu Jing rode Zhao Ye and galloped in the Dragon Burial City.

In the dragon burial city, there are dragon corpses like mountains, and the tyrannical and hard dragon corpses seem to be a buffer for Lu Jing.

The power of the dragon ball explosion swept across, and every time a hard dragon corpse was swallowed, the power of the burst of vitality weakened by a point.

Lu Jing seemed to notice Yuan Qishou's gaze, and he didn't even forget to turn his head to look at him.

There was a clear sneer in his eyes.

"Want to kill me?" Lu Jing seemed to be asking.

Er Dang's cheeks trembled.

His teeth were about to be crushed by himself.

The power of Dragon Ball swept all directions, and also stopped Qi Guotong from Xiuyan.

Tong Xiuyan frowned, suddenly seemed to be aware of it, and looked at another place.

However, it was discovered that the white ape of Duanshou Mountain, who was still dying and seriously injured, was already alive and well. Every time the white ape took a step, it had to cover an extremely long distance. Laughter hovered in the sky.

Tong Xiuyan licked his chapped lips.

"I was tricked by this kid..."

"It's just... the dragon ball is so hard, how can Lu Jing shoot the eighth-layer real dragon ball?"