Chapter 25 Royal Swordsmanship

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Someone found the big array here and forcibly broke it with strength. The power of the comer is not bad. Xu Le protected Situ Qinglian behind him and looked at the large array in front of him that was fragmented like a piece of ice.

"I was the first to be taken."

A fierce momentum enveloped here, and a tall figure fell from the sky. His arms were narrow and flat, like a pair of wings, and returned to normal after landing.

Master-level master, and Xu Le still felt that this person was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

After him, eight practitioners appeared one after another, with strength ranging from quenching level 5 to quenching level 8. They quickly surrounded and didn't want to let anyone go.

"Master Lu, it was this boy who killed Mr. Lu."

Xu Le looked at the sound and saw a guy pointing at himself with hatred on his face. Unexpectedly, he was the boss of the seven ghosts of Yanshan in the Bloody Ghost City and Lu Dameng, the only quenched seven-level practitioner.

At that time, in order to kill Lu Dameng, Xu Le did not have time to kill him and did not expect to meet him in the Death Mountains. And Master Lu in his mouth must be a newly promoted disciple of the Lu clan. No wonder he looks a little familiar. Xu Le is vigilant. If he tries his best in martial arts now, he may be able to resist the eight-level practitioners, but there is no possibility of luck in the face of master-level masters.

The only thing that still has a little hope is the soul fighting, but this is also cunning, and it is difficult to decide whether to win or lose. Sometimes life-and-death struggle is not only about one's own cultivation, but also more planning and backhand.

"It turns out that you are a bastard. You must be tired of living. You dare to kill the genius disciples of our Lu family. I will abolish your cultivation today and bring you back to Jiujian Valley for torture."

Lu Feng stretched out a pair of iron hands from the wide sleeves, which were dark and shiny, shiny and cold, and the flesh and blood were completely transformed into metal. But he is not a supernatural physique, because he only has one hand to transform successfully, and the flesh and blood of other parts are still common.

"Lu Dameng is his own fault. The people of your Lu clan bully people too much, and it's not a pity to die." Xu Le did not retreat at all. His hatred with the Lu family was difficult to resolve, and even if he begged for mercy, there was no good end. "What's more, don't forget that I am now a disciple of Canghai Xianmen, and the magic hand master has also achieved the realm of martial arts master. Do you dare to disobey the will of the messenger?"

Lu Feng was slightly stunned.

"No matter how powerful the Lu clan is, it is like an ant in front of the messenger of the sea. He can poke you to death with just one finger. Besides, although you are already level 9, are you absolutely sure to keep me?

Xu Le's strong self-confidence surged up. After many fights, his heart was baptized and his will was particularly tough.

"Arrogant, really arrogant." The ghost behind Lu Feng was so angry that his brother died at the hands of Xu Le, so he wanted to eat him in one bite. However, he is also quite afraid of Xu Le's strength, otherwise he would have done it long ago.

Lu Feng waved his hand and signaled everyone not to act rashly. He stared at Xu Le a few times, turned his eyes to Situ Qingfeng and others, with a sneer at the corners of his mouth: "Since you entered here first, you have probably got the treasure inheritance here. Before I get angry, I'd better hand it all over first.

Situ Qingfeng stepped forward and hugged his fist and said, "The treasure left by the ancestors is obtained by those who are predestined. If the predecessors have to seize it, I will naturally not give up and kill it."

"Hey hey, now the boy's eyes are really higher than the sky, one is more arrogant and ignorant." When Lu Feng saw a hard-level boy who dared to resist so much, he couldn't help showing a fierce light in his eyes. A pair of iron hands gently stroked, and a gorgeous flame bloomed in mid-air.

"Death is nothing. Sometimes it's more painful to live. If you people can't escape, I will destroy you one by one, and the men will break their limbs. As for this little girl, hehe, she is a watery and lively little beauty. I will take you as a ban and slowly play with you until I absorb your Yuanyin.

"Old miscellaneous hair."

Situ Qinglian had never suffered such humiliation and was played to death by a cruel old man, which made her vomit.

The disciples of Jubaomen are all indignant, but the master's methods are extraordinary. Even if they go together, they can't resist a few rounds.

Xu Le was unmoved and went to the army to plot. Lu Feng must have scruples about not moving.

"You don't have to threaten anyone here, and we won't venture into the Death Mountains if we are afraid of death. Lu Feng, if you want to get my head, you can come and go if you have the ability. As soon as Xu Le's words fell, his waist twisted, like a python, opening his mouth and biting his prey.

Anyway, if you want to fight, it's better to take the initiative. More importantly, he wants to move the disaster eastward, attract these people away, and give the disciples of Jubaomen a chance to escape.

"I will break your neck." Lu Feng explored his right hand and used the Mahayana-level skill to capture the dragon. His five fingers were open, like a net covering, blocking all Xu Le's offensive routes.

It is worthy of being a master's cultivation, and every move has a decadent and magical charm.

Xu Le was accumulating but not hairy, and his body was soft. The punch suddenly changed his move and moved his whole body out. He bent down and crawled, exerted the lower-level skills to the limit, and unexpectedly avoided the blockade of Lu Feng.

"It's not good."

Lu Feng frowned. Unexpectedly, Xu Le was so difficult to deal with. His right foot suddenly stamped, the earth cracked, and suddenly flew away.

Each stone flies at a high speed, and the strength is strong enough to penetrate the body of a five-level practitioner.

Xu Le also suffered three, but this force could not hurt his physical status at all. It's just a breath, and people have been killed in front of the ghost.

"Go to hell." The ghost gritted his teeth and slapped in panic. He didn't know what was condensed in his palm. It was dark and smelly, and he was constantly squirming, as if it were wrapped in a disgusting poison worm.

With a loud bang, the two figures separated. The ghost's chest collapsed, and the flesh and blood were stained with some poison, constantly corroding and turning into fishy sewage.

Xu Le's right hand was slightly numb. If he hadn't taken the antidote elixir in advance, he would have suffered a dark loss just now. Instead of continuing to attack, he turned around and shot out.

"It's not that easy to escape." Lu Feng pulled himself up, like a big bird spreading its wings and attacking in the air. At the same moment, a quenched eight-level master among Lu's disciples also roared and chased him down. If Xu Le escaped again today, Lu's veins would lose face.

The scene of the two top masters attacking together is quite shocking, and even a small hill will be overturned.

"The dragon and snake shake."

Xu Le was unavoidable, and his mind became calmer and calmer. His body shook violently, like a python swaying up to break through the shackles of the earth.

"No sword wave."

A soul sword shot out and pierced the mind of the quenched eight-level disciple, if it was hit with a heavy hammer. A scream sounded, and the momentum of the other party suddenly declined and rolled around with his head.

Xu Le was shaped like an arrow, and his body swept over him and took his head away. He found fighters in layers of siege and lifted them in one fell swoop. However, a huge force came from the back, and the impact of the rock-like pain came to my mind, and the lower waist was instantly numb.

Although he escaped at the last moment, he was still swept away by Lu Feng's punch. But the situation is already very good. If you take a hard blow, your whole muscles and bones will be smashed.

"Damn."

Lu Feng watched as a quenched eighth-level disciple of his clan was killed but had no time to rescue him. He was furious and spewed out a blood arrow. To cultivate a disciple to such a high level, the natural resources and treasures consumed are not a star.

"You immortal, even if I die, I will pull you as a cushion, the secret skill of soul, and the sword of the soul." Xu Le shouted crazily, and it seemed that he was going to use his last life-fighting trick. Lu Feng, who was about to go crazy, trebled and shot back without thinking about it.

After he withdrew more than 300 meters, he found the disdainful sneer at the corners of Xu Le's mouth and was deceived secretly.

A sword light flashed, leaving a dazzling light in mid-air. The sword light was more fierce than the poisonous snake. When one was killed, four Lu disciples were hit by the sword, one of whom was recently pierced by the sword light and died without stiffness. Another could not dodge, half of his head was removed, and the scene was bloody.

"This is swordsmanship!"

Situ Qingfeng suddenly identified the difference between the sword light, and everyone saw the sword light rising to the sky and circling for a week, carrying a man to escape to the distance.

Xu Le was barely able to move his lower body and seized the opportunity to escape with all his strength before everyone could react. Royal swordsmanship only learned a piece of skin, but the victory was that it was unprepared to attack it and shocked everyone in one fell swoop.

Royal swordsmanship is at least king-level skills. There are some powerful swordsmanships that can kill the enemy for a hundred miles to a high depth, which is prestigious. Every practitioner who flies with a sword is a master of soul and Taoism. For martial arts practitioners, they are nobles, and they are unuchs.

"Lu Feng, you are a waste. Next time I meet you again, I will trample you under your feet."

Lu Feng was a little stunned. Seeing that Xu Le's imperial sword was about to fly out of the valley, he quickly looked up and roared, full of anger and murder. In his eyes, he was an ant-like little man, who killed Lu's disciples repeatedly and watched him escape safely.

This is undoubtedly a big slap in the face. What's more frightening is that Xu Le's progress is too fast. In a month or two, he has been promoted from quenching level 4 to quenching level 6, and his combat effectiveness is even more powerful and a mess. He may be able to surpass himself in time.

"We must not keep his life. If the order goes on, he will say that Xu Le's cultivation has gone crazy, and has killed many disciples of Jiujian Valley. Anyone who sees him, no matter what means he uses, as long as he can kill him, my ancestor will reward the iron-armed ape with three drops of blood.

Lu was ordered and left the people of Jubaomen to take the lead in chasing and killing.