Master of Unlimited Luck

And beside him.

Dozens of people in black appeared again, the inside and the outside of the three floors surrounded by the study is impenetrable, and everyone's face is full of murderous intent that can't be concealed.

However, the Master Yan did not pay attention to these people, and carefully transcribed this paragraph.

Gently shake off the excess ink in the wolf's hair, and then put the wolf's down...

Reached out and picked up the sheath long sword next to it.

It is not the sword of killing the enemy, but the sword of the scribe. It seems that the value of decoration is far greater than that of killing the enemy.

But everyone's eyes shrank, and they couldn't hide their shocked look... Obviously, he was holding the sword, but no one had noticed before that there was a sword beside him.

Although he didn't move, he just sat there, but Master Yan seemed to have a unique magnetism, focusing all their eyes and attention on him, unable to move them away, and completely ignored. Of it.

"You have worked so hard, but the ultimate goal is me, right?"

Master Yan got up and slowly pulled out the sword.

He took the jug next to him and drank a big mouthful.

He breathed out a long sigh of alcohol and sighed: "It's not easy. You think no one is by my side. As a Confucianist, I can't use my strength as the Supreme Master of Entrance. Right? It seems that you value me very much, could it be because Confucianism is the nemesis of the alien?"

Looking at the pair of guarded eyes on the opposite side.

Still no retreat...

Is it a dead man?

Master Yan sneered: "I haven't used a sword to kill anyone in 20 years, and today I broke my precept... Wait, don't let me down."

He said, holding a sword in one hand and a gourd in the other, walking forward with a somewhat drunken pace.

There is a feeling of seeing the enemies in front as nothing.

"Blaf, kill him!"

One of the samsaras drank...

The figure was like electricity and disappeared in a flash.

He had already attacked Master Yan with a sword, and the sword in his hand rolled up all over the sky in the rain of Xiaoxiang swords, like autumn leaves and flowers, beautiful and unparalleled.

Although it is a sword of lore, it has a poignant meaning of decisiveness.

"Good sword! It seems that you are not an ordinary assassin... with this sword, no one can beat you in the Jixia Sword Palace."

The Master Yan exclaimed.

The hip flask in his hand was thrown straight towards the opponent.

There was a crisp sound.

The hip flask had been directly pierced by the opponent's long sword, and then it exploded under the sword's air, and the wine splashed...

The pupils of Master Yan suddenly brightened, and the sword in his hand suddenly came out, a sword pierced in the sky full of drinks.

The sword aura oscillated, and even with the drink, it was also a shock, then turned into countless alcohol swords, and shot straight at the opponent and the many reincarnations behind him.

Facing dozens of incoming enemies...

The Master Yan not only did not want to delay time, but took the initiative to attack.

Everyone rushed to avoid...

But above the wine sword, suddenly white light suddenly appeared.

Haoran righteousness erupted between heaven and earth.

The scorching light made everyone look uncomfortable at the same time, and they retreated faster now.

The Master Yan laughed loudly and said: "Don't delay, come to a certain life and death!"

His figure has turned into a light and shadow, and his body melts with abundance of righteousness, and goes straight to the opponent.

Just like he said...

Confucianism is a role similar to the auxiliary type. If they were to kill a strong enemy, they might not have enough power. This is why they dared to assassinate Yan Master.

But who would have expected that there is really no one around Master Yan.

But he himself is an extremely powerful swordsman...

Perhaps not entering the Taoist Supreme, but with the assistance of Hao Ran's righteousness, the strength that can be exploded is far beyond the ability of ordinary innate masters.

Faced with the attack of dozens of reincarnations.

Master Yan took the initiative to attack, swept across with one sword, and sword aura spread in all directions... Although there was only one person, with the assistance of Haoran's righteousness, the sword and Haoran's righteousness were completely integrated.

For a time, no one dared to destroy its front.

He alone flees these many reincarnations in embarrassment, and has no ability to fight back.

Facing dozens of reincarnations, Su Jing still couldn't defeat it... It could be said that the master faced only a lot of reincarnations, but he had the upper hand.

"He is just a Confucian student with little combat experience, so he joined forces to kill him!"

The reincarnation who had injured both legs before only took a few glances, and he could already see the weakness of the master...

No matter how pure the skill, no combat experience, it was so wasteful.

Even if the congenital grandmaster's true energy is endless, he can't stand his profligacy at all.

The most indispensable thing for reincarnations is combat experience. After the mission fails, they can retain 50,000 points of luck to return. These people are obviously the best among reincarnations.

There are also many who have encountered powerful enemies that surpassed the master.

What's more, the number of teammates this time is unprecedented.

And unprecedentedly powerful and reliable.

"Hahahaha...A group of Xiaoxiaoren, don't you dare to step forward? A certain heart is very righteous, what do you use to kill a certain?"

The Master Yan seems to have not vented like this for a long time.

The expression on his face was arrogant, a sword was as strong as a sword, as the reincarnation said, he was too profligate.

But only once in a hundred years, he has cultivated his true energy for decades. Isn't it just to be able to shine the sword in the world today?