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With such a sword, ordinary mountains will be razed.

Lu Zhengkang stood still, and Jian Shansha ran him over, turning into a pool of blood and falling down.

In the red building, the sword repairmen who were not in the realm all exclaimed.

The sword immortals of the Yuanshen Stage were only slightly surprised. Xue Hongzi smiled and asked the bearded man beside him, "Is this disciple, am I qualified to carve a sword monument?"

"...If you say yes, let's do it!" Yong Lianyi was indignant.

Qing Ningzi spread out the sword weapon and retracted his mana. After the sword mountain disappeared, the air returned and shook, sending out a series of thunder.

The Hansong Sword carried Qing Ningzi's Qi Rainbow Body, and hovered back, without Lu Zhengkang around him.

She leaped out of the sword and formed a solid body, still stepping on the Hansong sword, looking around, but still no trace of him.

In the chaotic blue sky, the outlines of all things are blurred. The blast of the sky has passed far to the end of the sky. Now there is only a low residual sound. Everything is quiet as if there is no life. On the earth, there are green fireflies. The silent water floats along the edge of the water, and the flickering light is not far or near, as if it is in front of the eyes, and as if it is at the bottom of a leaf.

"Alu! Don't scare me!"

The red light moan came from above, and Lu Zhengkang also made a cloud of smoke, flying out of the sword, and condensed into shape.

Qing Ningzi was surprised, "Incarnate into Qi, you too..."

"This is not a problem."

"But just now, I really thought you died by my sword. It feels so real."

"It's just a wave that died." Lu Zhengkang collected the red scorpion, "the sea can still make waves."

Qing Ningzi murmured, "This kind of skill, your Taoism is no longer on the sword. You can go to the quiet ruins to fight against people."

"It's too late to admit defeat." Lu Zhengkang took out the flying sword again.

"You are a Pill Formation monk, you have fought three times in a row. Is your mana still sufficient?" Qing Ningzi smiled. She was taking the opportunity to return to her breath, but at the time of Eternal Night, the heaven and earth's vitality was low.

Lu Zhengkang’s mana replenishment relies on the red dust gas, and he draws the Qi machine from the Wutong world through his transformation into the free sky seal. Although the nature of mana is relatively illusory and weak, the speed of the gas return is the same in the world. The sea was full again.

"You don't have to worry about it." Lu Zhengkang smiled, "I should also show you my swordsmanship."

In the next moment, his figure disappeared, and the red scorpionfish began to redden violently, and the brilliant light burst out, like a golden sun hanging in the air. Unlike the brilliance of the Wuyuecheng lightsaber, the red scorpionfish's sword light was crazy The scary thing is blinding people. It deprives all colors and leaves only the bright red light. In the strong light, the rushing sword energy is extremely expanded, and it makes a long roar, the sword energy transforms into a thousand red The dragon leaped in the dazzling light, only they roared furiously, but the shadow of the shapeless outline.

Qing Ningzi only had time to block the Wuyue Sword in front of her. The next moment, the sword aura of a torrential rain hit the sword circle, and her mana was emptied, the gold core trembled rapidly, the body guard qi burst, and her neck In between, fiery swords flew around and clamored.

"..." She just kept silent, and took her sword back into the box.

Lu Zhengkang recalled the red light bulbul, the strong light was like fog, and it took a few seconds to completely dissipate.

"What is this trick called?" Qing Ningzi couldn't help asking.

Lu Zhengkang smiled, "This trick is called the sword spirit of Monk Jie Dan."

"You never lose out on your lips, I lost."

"Let's go back to Chilou. This time, no one would object to the name of the Huanxin Sword." Lu Zhengkang called Caiyun and returned with Qingningzi. As he said, when he showed the sword to everyone When asked, "I would like to ask for advice," no one came forward.

In this way, Lu Zhengkang stood beside the master and gave up the place. After a while, the sword fighting continued. Lu Zhengkang sneaked up to Qing Ningzi's side and watched others fighting swords and fighting with himself. the same.

Seeing that Lu Zhengkang had some thoughts that he did not belong to, Qing Ningzi asked, "Is it thinking about that monk from the Chiaoshan Mountain?"

"No." Lu Zhengkang blinked, which is the truth.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Before that monk died, he said something, which was just told to me by my red dragonfly."

"what did he say?"

"Qinglian Jianzong, Winter Solstice Peak, conspiring."

Qing Ningzi was stunned for a moment, she looked around, no one paid attention to their corner, "Alu, you are waiting here, I will go to my master." After that, she also hurried away.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, and didn't care about plotting or not.

Chapter 847 I will always lose to you

Qing Ningzi walked quickly and came back quickly.

Lu Zhengkang didn't ask anything, Qing Ningzi was silent for a while, then turned to look at him, "Why, aren't you curious?"

"Curious about what?"

"Curious about that conspiracy."

"Why should you be curious?" Lu Zhengkang scratched his head.

"This conspiracy is very insidious, and it is likely to put me in danger." Qing Ningzi leaned on the railings of Baiyutai, and stared at Lu Zhengkang without watching others fighting swords. In this bad weather, his face was blue. Yes, Jiu Chenzi's red robe looks like the red quilt of grandma's soaked in water, especially his innocent expression, like a grandfather's dog who eats meat dumplings and pastes his mouth. .

Qing Ningzi pouted secretly, and immediately felt improper again, and reduced her expression. Lu Zhengkang laughed, and he went to hold Qing Ningzi's hand secretly. She hid her fingers under her wide sleeves, and when she wobbled , The sleeves swelled up, like a flag streamer under the eaves of the door, bulged up, and collapsed again.Her fingers are like hiding on the treetops, the little butterfly among the petals of Tian Tian, ​​Lu Zhengkang leaned into the bush, her fingers shrank, and went to hit the back of his hand, knocking on his index finger. In the second quarter, there was a slightly cool feeling.

In the world of Yongye, the sky is cold, it seems that Lu Zhengkang feels that everything is cold, Qing Ningzi hides in his sleeve like a piece of ice jade, he flips his palm to catch her finger, it is really cold, Lu Zhengkang He couldn't help but "huh?" He grabbed Qing Ningzi's entire palm and placed it in his palm, his body temperature was appropriate.Qing Ningzi felt the extremities begin to warm up, the heat penetrated into the texture, the joints and bones, and at first it was numb as if there were small ants running around. After a while, it was so hot that it seemed not so hot anymore. , But after a while, it seemed to ooze sweat again.

"What are you nervous about."

The thin beads of sweat were slippery and sticky and hung on the surface of the skin like a scaly skin. Her face was still cold and cold, like a moonlit night with a thin layer of snow. Yes, on the frozen lake, reflecting light into the window lattice of others, on the bedside, grandma's red quilt, reflecting a silvery white, on the quilt, there are large fluffy peony flowers blooming warmly .

When Lu Zhengkang caught her hand, she didn't dodge anymore, let him catch it and catch it, without pulling back or clenching her fist, Lu Zhengkang's finger moved and rolled, as if he was holding it in the palm of her hand. A ball of paper was opened, and her palm was opened like this, four fingers clasped each other, and it was so stable, he freed up a thumb, bent it up, and scratched it with his nails that were only trimmed to a fine stubble. Qing Ningzi's palm.

The slippery sweat was scratched and dried by his nails, just like a child using a wooden stick he picked up on the beach to draw words, a diagonal stroke, nothing at all, at best, it’s a skew. .

Qing Ningzi's right hand was held by Lu Zhengkang, she raised her left hand and half-covered her face with a big silk sleeve gown, which happened to block the smile below the tip of her nose. The curved corners of her eyes and eyebrows could not be hidden. Can't put your face under the sleeve, right?Lu Zhengkang also laughed, he naturally laughed all the time, but now he was more comfortable, and finally he didn't mess up, and he was able to coax Qingningzi upset.

She hid behind her sleeves and laughed enough, her expression was reduced, and she was about to withdraw her hand. She whispered, "There are still many people watching."

Lu Zhengkang thought that it was true. He let her palms open, and the palms were empty. He saw Qing Ningzi's head down slightly, so he caught her again, pulled her, and left Chilou, driving. The cloud ran away.

The two walked swiftly, completely ignoring the thoughts of those secretly observing people.

Once again, Lu Zhengkang and Qingningzi are walking on the clouds in the air. If they are all mortals, they should be walking on the grass in the outskirts. The long grass is waist-high, and the toes are on the roots of the grass stems and let it fall forward. After lifting his foot, the blade of grass rebounded again, hitting the waist and the hem of the clothes, making a gentle click.Now only after being filtered by the cloud, the comfortable and pleasant breeze whirls and twitches the sleeves, just like...a flag streamer under the eaves, expanding and shrinking.The wind swirled in the wonderful structure of the auricle, like a small marble moving forward in a maze, and finally hula fell in the ear canal, sighing gently.

Qing Ningzi sighed softly, and with a sigh, Lu Zhengkang could hear clearly, as if the straight was touched by Bai Susu's fingertips that had been brushed by the unintentional, making a yelling cry.

"How do you sigh?"

"I'm thinking, isn't it a good thing that I keep being tricked into the palm of your hand like this?"

"Why do you suddenly think of this?"

"I'm afraid, I will not be used to it if I leave you in the future, and I won't be happy."