Chapter 691

Xuanjingjun's right leg was broken, but he didn't seem to realize it. He tried to stand straight. However, the stubble was dislocated, so he couldn't bear the force and fell to the right side. The cut leg overlapped like a folding stool.

Xuanjingjun couldn't stand up, so he lay on his side, holding a huge sword of evil light in his left hand, and cleaved to Lu Zhengkang.

Lu Zhengkang took the Longhai sword from the White Ape, then kept retreating, leaving the coverage of the opponent's sword curtain.

You want to fight me when you break your leg?

What about dreams?

After Lu Zhengkang's easy detour, xuanjingjun moves his body on the ground with difficulty. The speed is as ridiculous as a rolling caterpillar.

The Longhai sword went straight into the back of King Wu's neck and broke into the neck bone. Lu Zhengkang rolled the handle of the sword around and cut off the big head.

Xuanjingjun only twitched twice, and then there was no sound movement.

Dead?

Lu Zhengkang frowned.

No, the salt and relics haven't fallen yet. King Wu hasn't died yet.

Seeing the other side's neck still erupting turbid blood, the amount of bleeding was huge, and soon he squeezed the majestic body of King Wu into a shriveled body.

A lot of black blood was spilling on the floor. However, Lu Zhengkang couldn't smell the smell of blood. He only had a strong smell of fairy medicine, which was the thick fragrance of flowers. He had handled hundreds of them and was very familiar with the smell. In addition, the dark shell on the surface of the sword began to peel off, and the blade of the sword gradually faded from the shape of the order, revealing a phosphorescent sword inside, which was six feet long and crystal like. The color of the stars flowed on the surface of the sword, reflecting the ground like an immortal soldier.

Lu Zhengkang just looked at the star color sword and felt that his cheek was cut by a knife. This sword has its own Qi, and the condensed Star color is alive!

Hiss -

a long, snake like sigh came from all directions of Chengtian hall. There is a strong smell of fairy medicine in the wind. Lu Zhengkang retreated to open the blood depression and spread. He listened to the sound of grinding teeth in the wind. It was the poisonous dragon that was still eyeing Lu Zhengkang.

With the wind blowing in the main hall, it calmed down. The hearing was like being filled by a layer of cold and soft shallow water. The noise was filtered out by the wind. The sound of blood gushing from xuanjingjun's neck and the sound of blood dripping all subsided. Only the sound of the dragon's molars is still rustling, with a low echo, which makes it gentle.

All crises receded into the depths of darkness.

It's getting quieter and quieter.

Lu Zhengkang felt that he was almost floating in this peaceful atmosphere.

The White Ape roared in his heart, and Lu Zhengkang shuddered. He was in a trance before his eyes. The big sword of starlight had disappeared in the field of vision. He felt his scalp numb and rolled forward. Behind him, xuanjingjun, a black blood coagulated figure, stood abruptly and slashed at Lu Zhengkang with his sword.

Lu Zhengkang turns around and splits. The big sword of Longhai blows out the black and gold curtain, and strikes the purple curtain of Xingguang sword with a clear and melodious sound like a bell.

Xuanjingjun is eight feet tall and dark. He is only taller than Lu Zhengkang, but not as tall as the top of his antlers. His original head has now become the head of a dragon. It is the poisonous dragon that bares his teeth to Lu Zhengkang. His eyes are scarlet like blood.

Lu Zhengkang grinned and said, "good guy, what a man! It's a pity that it's just a tyrant. You've gone. You'd better die here! "

The dragon was infuriated by these words and roared. Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether he really understood what he said. Maybe it was just a volatilization of his tyrannical nature. His smile became more and more rampant. He tightened the hilt of his sword and rushed to xuanjing.

Lu Zhengkang was in the middle of the battle. He felt that his chest was full of infinite power. Every sword was solid, and his strength was more and more strong. It seemed that he was not a sword, but a hammer. He stepped forward, xuanjingjun stepped back, and they moved, leaving a legacy in the air The sword and curtain are interwoven, like a cluster of flowers and brocade.

Xuanjingjun's movements are more flexible than before, but his strength is weaker than before, so that Lu Zhengkang, a salt descendant without promotion, can hold him down.

However, xuanjingjun was a strong warrior after all. His swordsmanship has reached the level of "wielding Ruyi". Every step forward and every step backward is kungfu. Now the incarnation of dirty blood is faster and more flexible. On the contrary, it is stronger than before. It is a two-stage form. Lu Zhengkang slashed three hundred swords wildly, all of which were perfectly blocked. If it was put in the world view of a wolf, he would be killed.

At a certain moment, Lu Zhengkang's mind slightly deviated. After a long fight, his spirit inevitably fluctuated. It was such an inadvertent stagnation of Qi that xuanjingjun's Xingguang sword suddenly rolled upside down and broke into the cage sea's sword curtain. The two swords were wrapped together. Lu Zhengkang only felt that his sword was involved in the cutting machine. He tried to control the heavy sword However, the lever of the whole weapon is constantly changing, and the initiative completely falls into xuanjingjun's hands. His dragon head grins grimly, and the Xingguang sword twists and turns, so they are close to each other quickly.Lu Zhengkang knew that if he didn't give up his sword, he would have to suffer.

In his sense, xuanjingjun, the incarnation of dirty blood, is still divided into two parts, one is his body, the other is his dragon head. They are independent of each other. The killing of the dragon head has always forced Lu Zhengkang's spirit, which makes him dare not relax and release the White Ape ahead of time. This initiative can't be thrown out in a hurry.

When the distance between them was less than two feet, the two big swords had been raised high, and the initiative was still in xuanjingjun's hands. His dragon head hissed, and suddenly stretched his neck. Like a poisonous snake coming out of the hole, he opened his mouth and bit at Lu Zhengkang.

White Ape appears!

Lu Zhengkang laughs. White Ape and poisonous dragon fight in mid air, while his sword fight with xuanjingjun continues. The distance between them can still be said to be face to face, with both hands holding the hilt of the sword, and their feet pressing against the ground. They can't move at all, let alone lift their legs to attack. Longhai Xingguang double swords fluttered rapidly in the distance of two feet. Lu Zhengkang pressed people with his strength, but xuanjingjun held the center of gravity. As long as Lu Zhengkang's strength weakened slightly, he could press the sword back immediately, presenting a situation of tug of war.

The venomous dragon whirled and twisted in the air, but the White Ape beat the Dragon without saying a word. The venomous dragon's white teeth were all gone. The White Ape was murderous. His long arms grabbed the dragon's body, grinned and bit it down. The sharp tusks pierced into the dragon's skin. The venomous dragon was clearly blood shaped, but had complete tissue. The White Ape looked up and took a large piece of it Flesh and blood.

The Dragon howled miserably and drew back xuanjingjun's neck.

White Ape Teng hands, immediately around to King Wu behind, duanduanduanzheng pinch a fist seal, toward the blood incarnation.