MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 218 I'm here to block people

  Chapter 218 I'm here to block people coming

  The style of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck shone golden in Lu Jing's mind.

  The golden light is like the morning glow in the daytime, and the rays of light permeate the sky. In just an instant, it has flowed into Lu Jing's mind and turned into a lot of thoughts.

  【Auspicious image: let go of the magical sword in your hand, Nanfengmian returns to Taixuanjing, gains five hundred life stats, vitality, and candid green karma name swordsman. 】

  …

  【The Elephant Elephant: Grasp the magic spell in your hand tightly, hold the two swords of Bailu and Shenshu, the soul will be split, and you will be seriously injured. It is hoped that you will subdue the two swords in exchange for Nanfengmian and go south.

  Obtain the vitality of the eight hundred fates, and the youth sword armor of the Zunqing fate. 】

  …

  Two completely different hexagrams emerged in Lu Jing's mind under the fate of seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck.

  Lu Jing, as before, did not think about it in detail.

He is still firmly holding the divine art in his hand, and the famous sword White Deer in the other hand is still shining soaringly, as if there is a fairy deer running on the sword vaguely, flowing out bursts of sword intent from the white deer sword .

  That level of sword intent seems to be mixed with some kind of immortal power, not purely from the sword.

  Lu Jing Yuanshen has jumped out.

Nine paths of divine fire burned in the center of Lu Jingyuan's brows, and the eight-foot-long Yuanshen sat cross-legged behind Lu Jing, and the light-supporting sword energy that Lu Jing had cultivated for many days rose up, turning into a round of Dongjun's great sun, shining on Lu Jingyuan's spirit, Resisting the heavy coercion from the two famous swords of Shenshu and Bailu.

  The moment Lu Jing held his sword.

   Almost everything around him dimmed.

  It seemed as if all the light in the sky had been snatched away, and a fairyland vaguely appeared above Lu Jing's head.

  In the fairyland, the immortal bowed his head, blood flowed like a river, the corpses of the immortals were scattered everywhere, and the bones of the immortals were filled with crystal white light!

   According to legend, the sword body of Shenju and the two swords of the White Deer was cast by the sword spirit that was cast from the bones of the immortals when the sword armor of the world went to the fairyland, cut off five thousand sword immortals in the sky, and melted the bones of the immortals.

  Because of this, the magic arts and the two swords of the White Deer were born with the power of immortals.

Only the masters of these two swords can arouse the immortal power in it. Besides, it is just like rumors that no one in the world can hold the divine art and the white deer at the same time, and no one can arouse the immortal power in it. .

  Even the old man Nan who was heading straight towards Nan Fengmian couldn't help but turn his head and look at Lu Jing in the distance.

  The short-clothed man seemed to have forgotten that there was still Chu Kuangren's water mist supernatural power in front of him. His eyes fell on the two famous swords that once shook the world, and he was a little lost in thought.

   Nan Heyu was the most surprised.

  She is a natural swordsman, and she has given birth to a feathered sword heart. She can clearly perceive the divine power and the mighty power contained in the white deer.

  "The previous White Deer, even if Jiankui lent it to me, I'm afraid I can't control it.

  Mr. Lu Jing came here with a white deer in his hand, and now he borrowed a magic spell to make his uncle leave.

  He wants to… use the power of both swords at the same time. "

  Nan Heyu took a deep breath. It was less than a year ago, but Lu Jing, who used to be inextricably linked with her, is now more bright and shining.

  Even the swordsmanship talent she is proud of, Mr. Lu Jing has far surpassed her.

   "Uncle wants to leave Taixuanjing, why did grandpa stop him?"

  Nan Heyu lowered her head, and Qian Xiushui on top of her head had completely lost its brilliance under the sword intent emanating from the white deer and divine arts not far away.

   But Qian Xiushui was still sharp, and the light of the three hundred sword was still hanging in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man in the short coat.

   It's only a few breaths.

   Straight Ling Xiaohan's sword energy rolled up clouds and mist, creating a hazy mist.

  Ten miles of Changning Street, even just out of the boudoir, I saw the beautiful and moving scene on the sky in the distance.

  A gust of wind blew, and the red dress on her body fluttered slightly, but it didn't blow away the glorious clouds in the sky.

  When Sheng Zi saw such a beautiful thing, she subconsciously thought of Lu Jing.

   There was a little smile on the corner of her mouth, and she thought to herself: "I wonder if Lu Jing has seen such a beautiful scenery?"

   "Maybe, I should go find him? Walk with him?"

  Sheng Zi has always been decisive. Now that she had such thoughts in her heart, she rode on her plain heels and headed all the way towards Yanglu Street.

  She didn't know that the person who rolled the clouds and mist in the sky was Lu Jing, whom he had been thinking about day and night.

   Nan Heyu stood behind Lu Jing, looking at Lu Jing worriedly.

   It was only a dozen or so breaths, Lu Jing kept his head down, his shoulders were like carrying two mountains, his body was trembling slightly.

   Behind him, the shadow of Yuanshen was looming, and the Nine Dao Divine Fire was almost extinguished.

  The only thing that shines... is Lu Jing's light-supporting sword energy that has been cultivated for a long time.

  Fu Guang Jian Qi gradually rises, and Dongjun shines brightly on Yuanshen.

  One heavy sharp sword intent merged with the light of this world, becoming more and more surging.

  Nan Heyu obviously saw this scene.

  Not only her, but also the young man in Xuanyi and Luo Shubai in the small pavilion of the study building.

   Not far from the small pavilion, Madman Chu walked slowly with a green jade staff in hand.

  His beard was still stained with a few drops of rain from the swirling clouds, and his tall body was quite conspicuous even in this library where there are so many capable people.

  He walked all the way, walked into the small pavilion, and sat opposite the young man in black clothes, but he didn't look at him, but looked at the sky in the distance.

   "What do you think of this young man?" Madman Chu asked without beginning or end.

  Looking at the horizon in a daze, Luo Shubai finally realized that there was another person in the kiosk.

  The young man in Xuanyi nodded: "I borrowed the White Deer Sword from him, I thought he would not be able to hold the White Deer Sword, but I never thought that the White Deer Sword would get into his hands, and I was quite docile.

  Just like Mr. Si holding a sword more than ten years ago. "

  Madman Chu sighed, and gently tapped the ground with the green jade stick in his hand, waves of ripples flowed in all directions, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the entire Tai Xuan Jing.

   "I'm not very satisfied with the current Tae Hyun Kyung."

Madman Chu shook his head, and said straightforwardly: "During the last spiritual wave, many powerhouses in Taixuanjing were extremely powerful, but since the opening of the Heavenly Gate, many fairylands in the sky are like ordinary people. After taking the fruit of the spiritual wave.

   Many powerhouses in Taixuanjing became timid, but Emperor Chongtian and Jiang Shoufu became much more radical. They no longer saw mortal beings in their eyes, and only wanted to turn the twelfth floor and five cities into the palm of their hands. "

  Luo Shubai lowered his head and did not speak.

  The young man in Xuanyi didn't change his expression, and said: "There are more powerful people in Taixuanjing than you and I imagined.

  Among the many princes, Yuzhuoxian and Yuxuanlou have unworldly talents.

  Among the freshmen, there is Zhongshan Hou who is the leader. Then Xu Changhe and Xu Baijia will return to Beijing from Shenguan.

  Dazhu Kingdom Su Houcang still has the ability to slaughter immortals, and Dafu seems to be sluggish, but it is still the most powerful country in the world.

  It is the idea of ​​Emperor Chongtian to complete the work in one battle. You and I who are idle in the world may wish to take a look at what will happen to the mortal world when Emperor Chongtian sits under the throne. "

  Madman Chu finally took a fancy to the young man in Xuanyi, turned his head and asked, "You don't want to kill Emperor Chongtian?"

  The young man in Xuanyi shook his head: "I will kill him when he becomes the Emperor of Immortals, or when his ideas are completely defeated.

  I will give him a chance to save the day. "

  Madman Chu raised his eyes to look at the sky, but the glow in the distance became more and more terrifying, and layers of immortal energy flowed down from it, devouring vitality and almost crushing Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing's primordial spirit was almost about to shatter, densely packed cracks spread all over the primordial spirit.

"enough."

  Madman Chu sighed: "You should recall the White Deer or Divine Art, Jingtian Lu is a genius, it would be a pity to let him be ruined by these two swords."

  Luo Shubai's eyes flashed with approval.

  He met Lu Jing for the first time today, but Lu Jing was just as Luo Shubai imagined, a humble gentleman and a swordsman.

  Luo Shubai vaguely sensed Nan Heyu's feelings for Lu Jing from Nan Heyu's few words, or a few eyes, and it was inevitable that he felt a little strange.

   But even so, Luo Shubai still didn't want Lu Jing to be ruined by magic and Bailu.

  The world of swordsmanship is full of ups and downs, with one more Lu Jing, one day there will be another great master of swordsmanship, and even one more swordsman.

  Young people like this should not be here.

   Never thought that the young man in Xuanyi was still sitting in the small pavilion, indifferent.

  He shook his head lightly: "Not enough."

   At this point, he looked at Madman Chu, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "When it comes to supernatural powers, I am not as good as you, and when it comes to swordsmanship, you are not as good as me.

  Now this young man is holding a sword in his hand, and there is also a sword light rising from his soul. Look at his sword aura that supports the light, and look at the wind blowing knife and rain calling sword on his waist. "

  Hearing the words, the madman of Chu immediately looked at the sword lights rising from Lu Jingyuanshen.

  The blazing, sharp, and bright sword light seems to have never been affected by divine arts or white deer.

  The light in the world reflected on the sword aura, and all kinds of sword aura emanating from the divine technique and the white deer were vaguely fused by the light-supporting sword aura!

   "Mr. Si's human sword spirit, everything in the world can be a sword. Lu Jing can understand this sword, not far from Mr. Cheng Si's sword bone."

  The young man in Xuanyi thought so in his heart.

  In the eyes of Madman Chu, he saw a completely different scene.

   In Lu Jing's waist, the wind blowing knife and the rain calling sword also flowed out the power of immortals.

  Those immortal powers are not so majestic and turbulent, but they are slowly pouring into Lu Jing's primordial spirit. Because of this wonderful immortal power, the primordial spirit has a little more connection with the magic arts and the white deer.

  The pressure on Lu Jing has also eased.

  He was clenching his teeth a little bit looser.

  In the hands of the divine art, on the white deer, all kinds of sword energy are shining, falling in the eyes of Lu Jingyuanshen, it is a sword fairy standing proudly in the clouds, and as soon as the sword finger falls, thousands of sword lights come from the sky to the common people!

   "The sword of the sword fairy in the sky is so sharp?"

   Lu Jing's thoughts flickered amidst the intense pain.

  At this moment, he was still holding the magic spell and the white deer in his hands, and he didn't have many distracting thoughts in his mind, he just thought about not letting these two swords fly away.

  As long as he holds the sword here and can quiet these two swords, he can use the power of these two famous swords to stop Nan Guogong.

  But the severe pain of Yuanshen made him at a loss what to do.

  The scene in the sword intent emerged, and Lu Jing sighed in his heart, wanting to forget the pain of Yuanshen.

  He seemed to sink into those scenes, admiring the sword skills of the heavenly fairyland, their incomparably sharp fairy swords, and their control over the swords.

   All of a sudden...

  The light-supporting sword energy on his primordial spirit became much dimmer.

  The madman Chu in the small pavilion was still hitting the ground with his green jade stick, and this leader of the world's magical powers was a little nervous.

   "When you meet such a junior, don't you mention something?" He meant something.

  The young man in Xuanyi said: "With Lu Jing's swordsmanship aptitude, I don't really need to mention too much.

  Now he is lost in the sword of the immortal, just let him see the sword in the world, in fact, it is enough not to lose to the sky. "

  He said here, a divine sense leaped out, mixed with Lei Mang, it traveled hundreds of miles in an instant, and collided with Lu Jing's divine sense.

   A very brief moment.

  A flash of sword light dispelled the vision in front of Lu Jing's eyes.

   Instead, there are two past scenes.

   Lu Jing suddenly became awe-inspiring.

  He saw someone sitting high on a cloud, an immortal in the sky cleared away the clouds and mist, and in the deep sea below, there was another whale hundreds of feet high.

  The next moment, the fairy came riding a whale.

  The person lying high on the clouds looked lazy, with bored eyes.

  But he saw him gently reaching out his hand, and the surrounding clouds turned into a Yitian sword, and the man held the Yitian sword and chopped it down at will.

  The sky, the clouds, the fog, and the sea all merge into one piece.

   Clouds and mists become leaning against the sky, crossing the sea to kill long whales.

   One sword slashed down, and both the immortal and the whale were strangled by the sword light!

   "Mr. Four's human sword spirit."

  Lu Jing's thoughts surged.

  The scene in front of me suddenly dissipated at this moment.

   Lu Jing saw a figure carrying a sword box walking in a gloomy mountain, as if it was giving birth to a ghost.

  Countless demons and ghosts are entrenched in it, and there are seventy-two mansions, and ten palaces stand with ghosts and gods, staring at them.

  The man with the sword box on his back entered the palace facing ghosts and gods as if entering a land of no one.

   Swing the sword to ask the ghosts and gods, the sword light kills Yama!

  One Yama was beheaded, but thousands of ghosts and gods only dared to look at each other!

   "Sword armor."

   Lu Jing lowered his head.

  Neither Mr. Four nor the sword armor in black are from the Heavenly Sword Immortal, but their swords...are sharper than the Heavenly Sword!

   As Lu Jing thought about this, the magic spell and the vision on the white deer rushed towards him again.

  His thoughts returned to Qingming, and then he visualized the great sage Yantian, the king of Ming Dynasty.

  The immortal energy from the Rain Calling Sword was also captured by his clear mind.

   "The Fuguang sword energy is the sword energy of the human world. Immortals are like ordinary people, and the immortal sword spirit is present in it. I have the permission of the sword armor. Why can't I hold two swords and use the Fuguang sword energy to control the divine art and the white deer sword spirit?"

  The fate of soldiers and bones has already set off.

  The world's famous soldiers fall into Lu Jing's hands, and Lu Jing can get two or three points of approval.

  Combined with the light-supporting sword energy in the human world, plus the power of immortals in the wind-breathing knife and the rain-calling sword, and the Great Ming King Yantian Great Sage suppressed Lu Jingyuanshen.

  Lu Jing's hand holding the sword became more and more steady.

  The surging sword lights became more peaceful.

   Nan Heyu behind him saw this scene and couldn't help but took a few steps to the side.

  Lu Jing had also turned his head, and a beam of sword light shone from the divine art.

  The sword light is mixed with magic sword intent, mixed with the power of immortals, and it has gone many miles away in just an instant.

   That sword intent brought Lu Jing a ray of divine sense.

  Spiritual thoughts circulated, Lu Jing saw Nan Fengmian standing on a mountain top, with a little helplessness on his face.

  The old man of the South had his hands behind his back, with irreversible majesty in his eyes.

   "Follow me...go back."

   "I brought the green ghost turtle out, and I don't want to put it back in that small pool again."

   "You are the son of my Nan family, born with responsibility on your shoulders, you went to Beiqin for 12 years, Nanfu has nothing to do with you during these 12 years.

   Now that you are back, you must always consider your blood relatives. "

   "Father... the blood relationship is naturally important in my eyes, but is Nanfu going to become a shackle, a cage, and just trap me?"

  Nan Fengmian lowered his head and asked, the wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding.

  Grand Nan was silent for a while, flicked his sleeves, and said: "You are the hope of Nanfu, and you want to kill King Qi Yuan.

  If King Qi Yuan was so easy to kill, someone in the Dafu court would have already killed him, and it would be much safer to support a puppet to the throne than it is now.

  However, King Qi Yuan, in the name of an evil king, has been safe and sound as the emperor of Qi for ten years. He is not the one who can kill the real person with the bone-shaking sword on your waist and the domineering sword in the soul.

  Rather than letting you die, it's better to draw the Nanguo Mansion as a cage and trap you in it, it's better than you die. "

  Nan Fengmian sighed deeply, with some weakness in his eyes.

  Old Duke Nan saw the disappointment in Nan Fengmian's eyes, and his eyes softened a lot.

   "Even if I want to let you go, someone in Taixuanjing will naturally come to stop you. There are more powerful people in Xuandu than you can imagine. Fengmian, go back."

  Nan Fengmian frowned...the disappointment in his eyes became more and more obvious.

   But then, a gleam suddenly flashed in his eyes.

  Nan Laoguo also seemed to have noticed something, and the blood burst out suddenly, turning into a giant mountain again.

  The next moment, two sword lights flashed in the sky.

  A sword light brought many supernatural powers, wind, thunder, rain and electricity appeared together, and the sword light passed by, showing the color of heaven and earth.

  Another sword light carried the purest whiteness, tearing apart nothingness and darkness, just like a white deer soaring into the sky, stepping across the world.

  Lu Jing's voice also came at this moment.

   "Brother, if you want to go, go further."

   "I'll block anyone coming for you."

   Happy New Year everyone, the author has had a bad month, and I don’t have the strength to say it anymore, I hope everyone is happy.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)