Chapter 853

Lu Zhengkang remembered that there were some struggles within Qinglian sword sect.

As the new year approached in the 57th year of tiancang, qingningzi came to recruit Lu Zhengkang, but she followed a golden elixir monk behind her. Her strength was not weak, and her purpose was to find the evidence of qingningzi's collusion with demons.

Such a golden elixir monk can be a pawn, and the young swordsman of jiedan is also a pawn.

Lu Zhengkang will observe the audience in the red building.

Chilou sword fighting is divided into inner and outer fields. The outer field is between the clouds and the sky. The airspace of chilou is independent. Each cloud building has an attached space, which is spacious enough to roam freely. The inner field is in chilou. Lu Zhengkang and Liu shenran, who claimed to be the scattered moth, were fighting in the outfield. Their friars of this level were not qualified to fight in the red building.

Lu Zhengkang is independent of Yuntou and has nothing in his hand. Qingningzi looks around on the white jade platform outside the red building. Seeing this, he takes off the sword box behind him and entrusts the strongman on one side to deliver it to Lu Zhengkang.

This set of sword box contains a set of xingzhancheng lightsabers, namely, the five mountains of Tai, Hua, Heng, Heng and song, which are separated from the East, West, North and south, and also correspond to the five elements of wood, gold, fire, water and soil. It is a treasure inherited from the spring equinox mountain of Qinglian sword sect. It is also Shengyan's flying sword, which is now handed down to qingningzi for self-defense.

It takes ten years to collect materials, ten years to forge, ten years to refine, ten years to sharpen, and another ten years to induce. It takes a total of 50 years to produce a blade that monks can rely on. If they want to pursue a magic weapon, it will take hundreds of years.

Of course, the quality of the tools does not determine the combat effectiveness. The extravagant characters in the cultivation world use the rare magic weapons, or they are not as good as the profound true cultivation.

No matter whether Lu Zhengkang is a Taoist or not, in a word, the set of flying swords he received in his hand is absolutely high-grade.

He nodded to qingningzi from a distance. She didn't move. From this distance, she was just a small shadow on the white jade stage. I don't know what's going on in her heart.

It's a solemn thing to fight swords. It's almost impossible not to let swordsmen fight swords. Xuanyouzi tried to persuade master Bo to take back his life, but he only got a disdain.

"Master, I've only been in Taoism for a long time!"

"Half a day is enough to kill these mediocre people." Xue Hongzi smiles, "my little disciple's talent is higher than mine. I haven't seen him for two hours, but he has already given birth to the heart of the sword."

The bearded man stood on one side and said with a smile, "what a fallen snow goose! You should find such a descendant. Can you give it to me?"

"You are delusional."

Lu Zhengkang didn't know the etiquette of sword fighting, but he obeyed the rules on the other side. He used the technique to transmit the sound to ensure that the audience in chilou could hear it clearly.

Self report portal, display sword.

"Liu shenran, an individual at the gate of the South barren moth sandfly mountain, holds a sword and says" pingdie ". You are polite."

Lu Zhengkang has a way to learn. He hasn't sobered up yet. The whole person's state is a little too excited for the onlookers.

"Lu Zhengkang, the third disciple of the 25th generation of Kunlun palace, borrowed swords from friends. He is polite."

They were silent.

There is wind blowing in the cloud, and there seems to be gossips in the wind.

Lu Zhengkang feels comfortable. He really feels comfortable.

The slowest speed of fighting sword and flying sword can be tortoise speed and ant speed, and the fastest speed can move time and space beyond the speed of light. Sometimes a duel is a hundred years, sometimes a duel is an instant.

From the perspective of a sober man, Lu Zhengkang always wants to win, but a drunken man can't stop being curious about failure and death.

The clear bell sound came from the red building, which was the praise of the audience, indicating that the sword fight would be carried out in a fair and undisturbed way.

The bell rang three times.

It is said that the most powerful sword immortals fight with each other, and they have to ring 36 bells.

Liu shenran put out his sword, and his flat butterfly sword disappeared in the clouds, which could not be captured by the naked eye. In his mind, Lu Zhengkang only vaguely felt a sharp aura approaching him.

He took a song mountain sword from the sword case. The flying sword has no handle, only its body. It is ochre yellow as crystal stone. Lu Zhengkang sprays a breath of sword Qi on it. The flying sword clanks as if it has spirit.

As soon as the pingdie sword breathes, it reaches Lu Zhengkang's neck. He raises the Songshan sword and passes it forward, just to let the pingdie sword strike the blade. The light of the two swords is like a flame. Lu Zhengkang holds the Songshan sword tightly. The Qi of the Qiqing sword is like a thread. It spreads backward and wraps the pingdie sword.

Just like the stab ball wrapped in cloth, Lu Zhengkang could feel the Ping die sword trembling, and the sword Qi made a violent sound of iron sand friction.

After all, the magic power of jiedan period is much stronger than that of Song Mountain sword. Lu Zhengkang's sword Qi is shaken away, and pingdie sword flies back to the man's hand.

The wind is still blowing.

Lu Zhengkang felt that the strength of the wine made his blood gas rise, and his legs muscles trembled.

Everything was fine. He didn't feel like he was in a fight. Everything was quiet.

Xuehongzi said to xuanyouzi on one side, "don't you see that won?"Liu shenran handed out a sword again. With a roar, the air burst, and the speed of the sword surpassed the sound.

This head of Lu Zhengkang threw out the Song Mountain sword, and then took out the Hua mountain sword to throw out, it was silent.

The three swords flashed alternately. There was a clang sound, and then a rustling sound.

Liu shenran's head was lifted up by the blood in the cavity. He opened his eyes and exclaimed: "sword Qi turns into rainbow!"

There was a mournful cry in the red building. He is Liu shenran's teacher.

Lu Zhengkang put away his sword. On the other side of the cloud, a headless corpse fell. With a flying sword and a head, it immediately fell on the wild Kunlun Mountains.

Back in the red building, the bell rang again, indicating that the sword had won or lost. Lu Zhengkang returns the sword box to qingningzi. "It's a good flying sword."

"And I think you'll lose. Why did you kill people? "

"Drink and kill."

"Now you look like you are suffering from hysteria. In the future, don't drink a lot of wine, and don't let yourself get drunk."

"No way." Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "drinking is the best pleasure in the world!"

Qingningzi sighed silently.

It's normal for a dead person to fight in a sword. The elder monks were not surprised. One person's life was gone, but the scene was calm. It was like pushing a cup and changing a cup on a wine table. In addition to the slightly hot atmosphere in the red chamber, there was only the mourning of the dead Master.

When Lu Zhengkang heard the sound, he suddenly sobered up.

It was just a just and fair duel. Lu Zhengkang was really impulsive, but his life and death in the duel were common to him. As for the dead Liu shenran, it is worthwhile to die under such wonderful swordsmanship

"I didn't expect that another peerless sword immortal came out of Kunlun palace. God is so kind to me!"

"In the future, there must be a place for this young man."