Chapter 268

Unexpectedly, Duke Daolin was still a loyal fan of the son of the demon God, which surprised Lu Xing. Everything is easy to say and do. It is absolutely impossible to be loyal to the party.

Lu Xing sighed, "come on, how can you let me go? As long as you let me go, I'm willing to do anything."

Daolin said justly, "OK! Call out the sword of judgment and catch it. I will pray the son of the demon God to spare your life."

"Bah!" Lu Xing said, "do I still have life?"

"Then you die!"

"Wait!" Lu Xing shouted hurriedly, "you can hand over the demon sword, but you must let me go! Otherwise, people and swords will be destroyed!"

Seeing Lu Xing's move to destroy the sword, Duke Daolin had to compromise and said, "that's it! Hand over the sword of judgment quickly!"

Let Lu Xing go and catch him later. But if he broke the sword of judgment, he could not bear the crime anyway. It's a pity that although his cultivation has reached the top, he still has no access to the top secret.

If Duke Daolin knew the origin of the sword of judgment, he would never worry about Lu Xing destroying it.

Lu Xing said, "OK! You step back one after another! When I escape to a safe distance, I'll give you the sword right away!"

The Taoist priest hesitated again and again, but nodded and said, "it's up to you! I hope you don't play tricks!"

"Don't worry, I can be more trustworthy than the people of your demon sect."

After another distance, Lu Xing suddenly threw out the sword of judgment. The throwing speed is not fast enough for Duke Daolin to firmly hold the sword in his hand.

Starting with this is a very weighty sense. Relying on this weight alone, Duke Daolin dares to conclude that this is definitely the sword of judgment. The more you see, the more you like it, the more you want it.

Seeing the intoxicated look of Duke Daolin, Du Ping quickly shouted, "envoy Zuo, give me the sword!" because he was too nervous, he even saved the word "Ben Zun".

Although the Taoist priest was reluctant to give up, he had to throw out the sword of judgment reluctantly.

However, as soon as the sword was about to leave, something strange happened! The sword of judgment seemed to be firmly attached to the palm of Duke Daolin and could not be taken down at all.

Lu Xing sneered in the distance. Is the sword of judgment what you want or don't want?

Du Ping angrily said, "Duke Daolin!" he called out his name: "don't you throw it to me quickly?"

Daolin said fairly: "I... i... I can't take it down! Mingjian, son of demon God, this sword... Seems to be stuck to my hand!"

"I'll give you one last chance and throw it to me!" Du Ping couldn't wait. While talking, he had flown to Duke Daolin.

"I......" Duke Daolin said wrongfully, "I really can't take it down!" now he wants to fly over and chop Lu Xing's random knife to death!

If you can't guess it's Lu Xing's ghost, Duke Daolin has lived in vain for hundreds of years! But now he not only did not dare to go to Lu Xing for trouble, but also had to wait for Du Ping to come.

Du Ping's flying speed of the imperial sword suddenly increased by several grades, which was almost the same as that in the early stage of breaking love.

A few steps away, Du Ping's hand was already stretched out, ready to grab the sword of judgment.

Duke Daolin also cooperated. He stretched out his hand holding the sword and was ready to dock at any time. But when the handover was coming, when Du Ping's hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword, Duke Daolin suddenly had a sense of crisis from his dream instinct.

The crisis was so strong that he turned his back and blew Du Ping back.

"What do you mean!" Du Ping scolded! However, before he finished his scolding, the change appeared again.

A whirlpool of psychic storm suddenly flashed out on the sword of judgment. All the psychic powers within a radius of tens of meters were involved in this small vortex.

Duke Daolin only felt that the magnificent spiritual power in his body was rapidly decreasing. At this speed, I'm afraid he'll be sucked into the body in less than a quarter of an hour.

However, the sword of judgment touched his hand, and he was really unable to break free.

Seeing that the spiritual power was disappearing faster and faster, Duke Daolin had no choice but to cut off his left wrist with a sword.

Hoo! Regardless of the pain, the first thing Duke Daolin did was to speed up his escape from the center of the vortex. When it was safe, Daolin Gongyun turned his spiritual power and blocked the wound on his left wrist.

When Duke Daolin fled, the psychic whirlpool generated by the sword of judgment suddenly disappeared. Then, the sword of judgment turned its tip and flew in the direction of Lu Xing.

Lu Xing in the distance once stretched out his hand and held the sword of judgment in his hand again. As for Duke Daolin's wrist, it turned into nothing with the disappearance of the psychic vortex.

"Lu Wuyi! I swear to kill you!" at this moment, if Duke Daolin doesn't understand, he is really a fool.

"Put your horse here!" Lu Xing sneered and turned away. At this distance, when Duke Daolin catches up with him, he is afraid to catch up with sad yuan.

Hum! It's sad that at the moment, there are all scattered random soldiers. No matter how capable Duke Daolin is, he will never catch himself again.

Duke Daolin was also angry and went after Lu Xing. He completely forgot the important task of protecting the son of the demon God, leaving Du Ping alone in the wild mountains.

It didn't take long for Du Ping to react. It seemed that he was the only one left? Madder, the war is in chaos. He came out alone in the late stage of coagulation deficiency. It's not enough to plug his teeth!

"Zuo emissary! Wait for me!" Du Ping hurried to catch up with Duke Daolin.

After being yelled like this, Duke Daolin shook his mind from his anger, hurriedly flew back, took Du Ping and continued to track Lu Xing.

Lord Daolin is by no means an impulsive person who can mix with the remnant left envoy of the demon sect in Shenqi mainland. Even if you lose your head for a while, you must calm down immediately.

Lu Xing ran away with his old life. He kept passing by all kinds of people all the way. He didn't even look back. No matter who calls him, he listens and turns a blind eye.

However, there are too many disabled and defeated soldiers on the road. Everywhere, they are all the defeated troops of the demonic spirit army. In twos and threes, they had no injuries on their bodies, just running for their lives.

Even on the way to escape, the soldiers of the holy guard took the opportunity to attack the disciples of various sects and reduce their speed, so as to give themselves a greater chance of life.

The disciples of all sects are not stupid, and their learning ability is not limited. Soon, all sects learned the tricks of the temple. So, in the fleeing crowd, they began to kill each other.

The disciples of all sects who killed red eyes raised the butcher's knife to Lu Xing's head. Although Lu Xing's accomplishments are often not enough to see, they should be seen because of people!

Lu Xing can't compare with his opponents who are often put forward and can speak on the table. But these deserters... I'm sorry! If you dare to put a butcher's knife on your teammate's head, you must be ready to die first!