MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 219 Xuanyi sword armor, unique in the world

  Chapter 219 Xuanyi sword armor, unique in the world

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

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

  The majestic 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 Nanlaogonggong and Nanfengmian.

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 sits on the high hall of the East Palace with a golden knife on his horse, his eyes shine 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."

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

  Seeing the Su Mansion, the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou frowned. Originally, he was still wondering 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."

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

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

  The supernatural power is dotted with dots of light, and the light falls, silently blending into the void.

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

   "Forcibly executing the magic spell and the two swords of the White Deer, Lu Jingyuan's spirit has reached its limit. If so, let Shaozhuguo and I add some straw."

  The curtain of swords turned across the sky.

  Lu Jing walked from the sword light, his body exuded some 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 are many emotions in his eyes, there is reluctance, and even a little gratitude.

   But immediately after, 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, ignoring the severe pain from the hideous wound on his right shoulder, and laughed.

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

  Nan Fengmian flipped his palms and took out another pot of Zhuyeqing.

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

   And today was about to part, Nan Fengmian, with a snap of his fingers, the cork of the jug flew up, he drank heavily, and drank half of the good wine.

   Throwing up the wine jug in his hand again, 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 that Lu Jing had taken the jug.

  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.

  He was worried about Nan Fengmian's safety, so he came in a hurry, but he was still far away from here.

  Finally, Nan Fengmian waved his back to Lu Jing, and another gust of wind blew by. Nan Fengmian drove the breeze away, and he was already several miles away in an instant.

  Nanlao Guogong put his hands behind his back and frowned.

  The turbulent sword curtain from the magic arts and the white deer still shone in the void, and Lu Jing was standing not far away.

  Nan Laoguo no longer shot.

  He looked at Lu Jing in front of him, and saw the divine technique and the two white deer swords flying around Lu Jing, circling and glowing, as if these two swords were not famous swords that shook the world.

  Whether it is sword qi or sword intent, it turns out that the light-supporting sword qi cultivated by Lu Jing is the dominant one.

  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 screen in front of him.

   But Old Duke 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 splitting 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 Not moving like a mountain.

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

  He raised his eyebrows slightly, and 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 Qi.

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

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

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

   "Is it a foregone conclusion?"

  Nanlao Guogong 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 wizards in Taixuanjing. It is also beneficial for you to enter Taixuanjing and witness these wizards."

  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 magic technique 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.

   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, not bad."

   Xuanyi Sword Armor spoke in praise.

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

  He also had worry in his eyes.

  The better Lu Jing is, the faster he will improve his cultivation, and the closer he will be to becoming a chess piece for killing immortals.

   "Be more prepared."

  Mr. Guanqi's pen and ink are flying, and the old universe, the fragrance of pen and ink linger in the self-cultivation tower, and then fall away.

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

  After Yingwuzhou, 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 stars were shining in the sky, Xuanyi Sword Armor and Madman Chu all looked at the Slimming Tower. The Sword Armor 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 are loosening the soil for a plant with black flowers in full bloom.

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

  Qing Yue looked up suspiciously, and saw Mr. Eleven bowing his head again, his delicate face buried in the shadows.

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

   "Teacher..." Qing Yue whispered softly.

  Mr. Eleven shook his head: "Continue."

  Nan Fengmian was reluctant, and his figure disappeared in the distance.

  Looking at the pot of green bamboo leaves in his hand, Lu Jing felt lost.

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

  But today, Nan Fengmian goes south with a knife.

  Before he left, 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 disasters 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 killed by Nan Fengmian's knife.

  Nanfengmian has long since disappeared.

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

  She bravely got out of the sedan chair, but the sky was hazy with clouds and fog, blocking out the sunlight.

  The moon wheel looks ordinary, but only has a bit of lovely 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 feel anything, 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 traversed the sky, and another mysterious figure came quietly with a whisk in hand.

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

  A drop of rain makes soldiers!

  True Taoist supernatural powers.

   Those figures headed 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.

   Xuanyi sword armor stood up, and the madman Chu was silent, asking: "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, except that it cannot fall into the hands of Emperor Chongtian and King Candle."

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

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

   Xuanyi Sword Armor stretched out **** and wiped lightly.

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

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

   But following the surge of that sword energy, 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 aura turned into a crescent moon, bright and brilliant, and the black-clothed sword armor walked away with the sword aura.

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

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

  Everyone looked up.

   I saw a young man in Xuanyi strolling towards.

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

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

  The Canglong roared, and a lightning 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 road, 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 covering 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.

  Amazing power emanates from the sky.

  There seems to be reminiscence in the eyes of Old Nan...

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

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

   Xuanyi Sword Armor stood opposite to that blue dragon, that mysterious Taoist priest.

  The three of them seemed to be at war.

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

   "The two swords of that senior 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 those two swords...should I return them? "

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

   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 hasn't reacted yet.

  But he heard a clear cry, and the Rain Calling Sword at his waist was unsheathed, and in an instant, a white light shone, crossed the void at an unimaginable speed, and flew into the hands 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 black dragon shed blood, the mysterious Taoist's whisk was broken, and the darkness between heaven and earth was completely 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..."

   "This is it."

  (end of this chapter)