Chapter 270

"It seems... There is no imperial sword, he flies in the sky?" the realm of dreaming is not only reflected in cultivation, but also in memory.

"A practitioner in the late stage of breaking love can fly in the sky..." they suddenly shouted at the same time, "it's Lu may day!"

"What!" the fellow practitioners were surprised, "Lu Wuyi!"

"Ma De, he dares to come! Taoist friends, I have to kill him today!"

"Yes, kill Lu Wuyi! As the regiment leader of the temple, he openly betrayed the temple, betrayed God, opened the mainland and ran to join the demon cult! Such scum must not be left."

As a result, the group of people chasing Lu Xing had already reached the limit speed, and even increased a few points. One of them turned around and returned to the mountain depression to report to Wu cosmic.

On the other side, Lu Xing is still running away. After passing through the mountain depression, there were basically no more practitioners along the way. Not to mention practitioners, they don't even have anything to breathe.

The edge of Ximang ridge is far away. At the end of the line of sight, you can see that the mountains are gradually disappearing, leaking out the green plain hidden behind the mountains.

Suddenly, more than a dozen murderous intentions rushed after him, frightening Lu Xing to turn back quickly. At first glance, I found that all these fierce killing intentions came from practitioners in the dream period.

Before they flew close, the people behind them shouted, "Lu Wuyi, don't go!"

Lu Xing looked and found that the two people who had asked him were among them. Then he sophisticated and said, "you recognize the wrong person! I'm just a passing casual practitioner."

The people behind scolded: "shut up! Lu Wuyi, who else in the world can fly in the sky?"

Lu Xing was stunned, then turned around and ran away. I have been betrayed by my own unique secret method.

It is true that Lu Xing taught many people the art of flying to resist all things, but he was really the only one in the late stage of love breaking.

There's no way. You can fly in the sky during your dream. You don't have to learn this at all. Come to Lu Xing's late love break. Are you eager to make a breakthrough? How can you be in the mood to learn such useless things?

Seeing the distance from the pursuers getting closer and closer, Lu Xing took out all the weapons from his storage bag.

This side is already the edge of ximangling. The trend of the peak is falling all the way. There is not much place to hide.

Unexpectedly, a man suddenly shouted in the pursuit: "fellow Taoist friends, be careful of the spirit gun in his hand!"

After reminding, everyone immediately thought of Lu Xing's famous blade of killing Sifang. The people had a sharp heart. They dispersed in four directions and chased Lu Xing with a half encirclement.

Suddenly, another person shouted, "be careful, the lonely old five's Square Tianshi seems to be in his hand."

"Lying in a trough? How could Gu Laowu be willing to give him the calcite?"

"Who knows! Maybe the lone old man didn't know Lu Wuyi was a member of the demon sect at that time. Unfortunately, this time, we must kill Lu Wuyi, recapture Fang Tianshi and let him return to my right path."

Lu Xing's face was distorted. For the first time, he heard that killing and seizing treasure was so justified. It's really not good to be high. You can't hide any secrets in your hands.

But

Lu Xing deliberately slowed down his speed. The person with the highest cultivation, shook his body and rushed to Lu Xing. The man's hands shook, and more than ten flying swords crackled at Lu Xing, startling him.

"Split swordsmanship?" Lu Xing hurriedly dodged. He has only seen Youlan who can manipulate so many flying swords at the same time.

But soon, Lu Xing saw the truth of these flying swords. Although the number seems exaggerated, it is actually just a physical projection. Once you leave, it's out of control. It's quite different from Yu Youlan's swordsmanship.

Suddenly, a little reflection crossed Lu Xing's eyes. One of the flying swords that should have fallen down with a physical parabola flew back and came straight from Lu Xing's Dantian.

In a hurry, Lu Xing could only try his best to turn around. But the flying sword stabbed Lu Xing. Fortunately, the flying sword did not hit the Dantian, but rowed from Lu Xing's waist.

The rest of the dozen dream periods also flew close to Lu Xing sooner or later. Lu xingben also planned to sneak attack. Unfortunately, he failed to steal the chicken. Instead, he eroded the rice.

No longer concerned about privacy, Lu Xing grasped the sword of judgment and immediately waved it around. A dozen flying swords in a row were all broken.

The dreamer who rushed to the front just hit Lu Xing's blade and was divided into two. The dreamer was full of doubts. Unwilling to close his eyes, he died.

"Be careful!" the crowd hurried back, "there is something wrong with the sword in his hand!"

These people's brains are very active. They can't do this even if they are the illegitimate son of God. The only thing that makes sense is the sword in his hand.

"Everyone spread out! Don't be close to him." they understood.

Lu Xing wished they wouldn't come close to him and gave him a chance to escape. Seeing the crowd dispersed, Lu Xing covered his wound, found a gap, and flew out of the mountains of ximangling from under everyone's eyes.

"No, he's going to run, catch up!" the dreamers also catch up one after another.

Next to ximangling is Lu Xing's second hometown, sad yuan.

It has a wide field of vision and can be seen at a glance. You can't fly for hours. Without the shelter, the dreamers soon caught up with Lu Xing.

Having suffered from the sword of judgment, these people no longer use flying swords against Lu Xing. One by one, they began to transfer their spiritual power crazily, with a ferocious face, as if they were in some pain.

Lu Xingzheng suddenly felt that the world seemed to change color. With him as the center, the clouds within a few kilometers around jumped.

Just now, the sky was open and aboveboard. At this time, it became dark and dark.

Hoo!

A wisp of vigorous wind floated face-to-face and hit Lu Xing face-to-face. After a long distance, Lu Xing could feel the pressure of the vigorous wind. As if the space on his line was squeezed by the vigorous wind.

Instinctively, Lu Xing wanted to escape here. However, no matter what efforts he made, he seemed to be trapped in the quagmire of the vigorous wind and could not move.

Originally, is this the strength of the dream period?

At the moment when Gangfeng was about to hit Lu Xing, somehow, some Gangfeng closest to him disappeared for no reason. With him as the radius, the vigorous wind within about 35 meters dissipated completely.

From a distance, it was as if the vigorous wind had been cut in two by Lu Xing.

Following the vigorous wind, there is space to compress into a group. Lu Xing can even see that everything in front of him has been squeezed from all directions and completely transformed.

The speed of space compression far exceeded the vigorous wind, catching up from behind, and instantly spread to every place around Lu Xing. However, like the vigorous wind, once it is close to three or five meters away from Lu Xing, it will disappear.