Chapter 113 Crisis Suddenly Rage

"It's not good!" Xiao Lu was shocked. He didn't even think about it, so he suddenly fell forward. At this moment, an almost transparent sharp sword light flew past Xiao Lu's scalp.

At this moment, a pinch of head fell from the air for a moment, Xiao Lu's body turned over like a python, rolled out, and stood up from the ground in an instant. He quickly touched the back of his neck and couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. It was not until then that Xiao Lu felt the murder from the forest in the distance. Someone attacked himself and wanted to kill him in an instant. The invisible sword light turned in the air and shot back silently, flying into the opposite forest, and then a Taoist in blue came out of the opposite forest.

"Who are you?" At this time, Xiao Lu had vaguely guessed the origin of this Qingyi Taoist. Among the three avenue gates, only the Shushan Sword School practiced the way of sword immortals. Seeing the people at the Third Avenue Gate, Xiao Lu was immediately relieved. He knew that the world had not been resealed, and the ten-day period had not passed. Although this man wanted to kill himself, Xiao Lu was still very happy.

The person who suddenly attacked Xiao Lu was the Qingyi Taoist who had been peeping. The appearance of this Taoist in blue is between 30 and 40 years old, with his eyes open and shining. The whole person is like a magic soldier who has not come out of the sheath, and the obscure sword spirit surged on him. His murderous intention for Xiao Lu is undisguised.

"You don't need to know who I am, because in my eyes, you are already a dead man." The middle-aged Taoist said indifferently, and his face was still light, as if he were saying something unusual. This middle-aged Taoist, extremely strong, forced Xiao Lu step by step. The momentum on his body gradually improved with his footsteps, and the obscure sharpness on the Taoist began to show, like a magic soldier, slowly pulling out of the scabbard.

The middle-aged Taoist's long hair is windless and automatic, and his green shirt swings slightly. There seems to be a breeze around him. It is definitely not a breeze, but a fierce invisible sword spirit.

"Hmm! Want to kill me? Just by you?" Xiao Lu couldn't help sneering. The next moment, a vast force burst out of Xiao Lu's body, and colorful air wrapped around his body.

Xiao Lu's eyes shot out two substantial lights, shining on the approaching middle-aged Taoist, and the murderous atmosphere swept out of him and filled every inch of space. The temperature around suddenly dropped sharply, and even under the scorching sun, there was a chill around the deep pool of the waterfall.

"Don't pretend anymore. I looked at your war with the monster just now, and I didn't let go of every detail. You... have been hit hard!" The middle-aged Taoist said disdainfully.

"Real?" Xiao Lu still looked calm, and even a smile appeared on his face. Yes, he was severely damaged in the war with monsters, but the other party seemed to ignore the most important point, that is, Xiao Lu is not a monk, but a martial artist, and Xiao Lu is an immortal god in ancient times. In the cultivation world of Kyushu mainland, where martial arts has completely fallen, few people still know the horror of a successful martial artist, let alone the horror of the immortal body in ancient times.

And the middle-aged Taoist in front of him doesn't seem to know this.

The vast vitality in Xiao Lu's body has already suppressed the injury. In fact, his strength has not decreased much, and he is still a powerful battle. The body of the martial artist is extremely strong, which is not what the monk can imagine. On the surface, Xiao Lu was constantly knocked back by the monster and was seriously injured. However, the muscles, bones, flesh and blood, and even the huge vitality surging between the viscera, nourishing the viscera, flesh and muscles and bones all the time. In other words, Xiao Lu's injury can be said to be healed with the wound. Although it can not heal at once, it is also It's really getting better.

"You are exhausted, but I am full of vitality. The ending has already been doomed. You'd better die!" Middle-aged Taoist continues to destroy Xiao Lu's fighting spirit with words. At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had come to less than four feet in front of Xiao Lu and stopped. However, his words did not have any misleading effect on Xiao Lu. Xiao Lu's mental firmness was unimaginable by ordinary people.

"If you want to fight, there is so much nonsense there! Do the people of Shushan Sword School only know how to grind their mouths? Xiao Lu looked at the old Taoist contemptuously and said.

"Hmm!" The middle-aged Taoist stopped talking and took a step forward directly. In an instant, his body showed ripples, and his figure was blurred, as if he had incarnated into a sharp sword and rushed to Xiao Lu. At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist is the sword, and the sword is the middle-aged Taoist.

"The unity of man and sword?" Seeing this, Xiao Lu was suddenly shocked. The other party's cultivation level seemed to be terrible, and he was definitely a rare kendo master. If you meet this guy outside the world, I'm afraid he will be killed by this person face to face. Fortunately, the power of the world suppressed the strength of this kendo master in front of him, so that he could only exert the power of the demigod nine heavens. This has to be said to be Xiao Lu's luck.

"Hum!" A crisp sword sound came from the middle-aged Taoist man in blue who seemed to have turned into a sword. The faint and unreal figure, like a sharp sword breaking through the air, there was a powerful and unparalleled sword spirit fluctuation. The edge of the sword was about to cut the void.

"The world is softer than water, and the water is boundless!" Xiao Lu shouted in a low voice and pushed his right fist forward. The water-blue light suddenly rushed out from the front of his fist. The power of waterwalk was surging, and it instantly met the middle-aged Taoist who was united by the human sword and turned into a divine sword.

Under Xiao Lu's punch, it seemed to attract a huge amount of water. The power of the water was fluctuating, constantly blocking and erasing, guiding the amazing sword spirit on the frail body. The middle-aged Taoist rushed directly into Xiao Lu's fist and silently broke the surging fist. The sword pointed straight to Xiao Lu. No matter how Xiao Lu blocked and guided it, it could not stop the pace of the middle-aged Taoist.

"Boom!" Xiao Lu's fist collided with the incarnate sword of the middle-aged Taoist and made a loud noise. The vast water fist collapsed in an instant, and the unparalleled sword spirit also collapsed at the same time. One side of the space shook violently, and the ground between the two was bombed into a big pit by the vast invisible force.

Xiao Lu had to retreat, and the middle-aged Taoist could no longer maintain the state of human and sword unity. The faint figure became clear.

"It's amazing that you still have such strength!" The middle-aged Taoist said in surprise, and at the same time, an almost transparent sword light rushed out of the magic bag at the Taoist's waist. The sword silently wrapped around the Taoist, and Xiao Lu recognized it at a glance. Just now, this guy attacked himself with this sword light.

"With a sword in hand, I have all the ways in the world, invisible flying sword!" In the soft shout of the middle-aged Taoist, the almost transparent sword light wrapped around the Taoist was immediately silent and violently five feet long, cutting through the void and strangling Xiao Lu.

"Why can't you feel the fluctuation of sword spirit?" Xiao Lu saw the sword light flying towards him, but what shocked him was that such a fierce sword light did not reveal a trace of sword spirit, which made him doubt whether this seemingly transparent sword light was transformed by a flying sword. The kendo practiced by middle-aged Taoist people is very strange. The sword light is invisible, and there is no trace of sword spirit, which is invincible. No wonder Xiao Lu almost injured under this sword light just now.

In fact, if the sword in the body had not been suppressed by the rules of the world, the flying sword light of the middle-aged Taoist could not have been captured by the naked eye. Because he practiced a strange sword in the Shushan Sword School, called the invisible flying sword. However, the cultivation of this middle-aged Taoist was suppressed in the realm of demigods. In the world of flood and famine, it is difficult to perform invisible and shadowless killing moves.

Xiao Lu's almost strong body like a divine soldier burst out gorgeous light, and people jumped up like dragons, stepped on eight poles, and retreated to the side.

"Sneer!" With a soft sound, where Xiao Lu used to stand, a sword mark more than ten feet long appeared. When the sword light arrived, the dirt and stones all turned into dust. In the end, Xiao Lu was still seriously injured and acted not as quickly as before. He fought against the injured body and was difficult to compete with the invisible sword of the middle-aged Taoist. Finally, he had to avoid the sword light of the middle-aged Taoist. This is a helpless move. However, when Xiao Lu fought against monsters, his mind was seriously consumed, which was no longer enough to open the inner heaven and earth in Dantian again to guide the power of the inner heaven and earth and get rid of the suppression of the flood world.

However, if the middle-aged man wants to kill him, it is tantamount to a fool's dream.

This time, Xiao Lu was about to make a wedding dress for others, which made him so depressed that he almost spit out another mouthful of blood. If Xiao Lu only has such a means, then there is no need to ask, the natural treasure behind the waterfall, the nine-leaf dragon ginseng, must have fallen into the hands of this middle-aged Taoist who is despicable, shameless and bastard who collects the benefits of fishermen.

But who is Xiao Lu? How can he suffer such a loss?

The answer is no, because Xiao Lu still has a backhand. After following the monkey for a while, Xiao Lu has become much more shrewd and is no longer as easy to be deceived as before. He is definitely a loser.

"Oh..." Xiao Lu quickly dodged the sword light of the middle-aged Taoist. He was furious. That guy was too hateful to just leave it.

It's okay if the spirit of heaven and earth was taken away, but Xiao Lu couldn't swallow this breath. The guy of Shushan Sword School has obviously been peeping by. Otherwise, it is absolutely difficult to be so accurate and appear in time. You know, Xiao Lu is the weakest after killing a monster that is comparable to a capable practitioner.

"Huh! Do you think you have eaten me?" Xiao Lu was full of hatred.

"The little guy of Taixuanmen is not simple. You can't kill him this time. It will be very troublesome in the future!" The middle-aged Taoist frowned and burst into murder. He had decided to be fierce and must get rid of Xiao Lu. Because the infinite potential shown by Xiao Lu made him worry. No one wants to erect an enemy with unlimited potential. If this enemy grows up in the future, it will be a huge threat.

However, at this moment, the middle-aged Taoist felt a powerful force fluctuation burst out of Xiao Lu's body, and then a girl in white and two cute little beasts appeared beside Xiao Lu.