MTL - If You Can’t Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified-Chapter 254 Got tricked by Lu Jing

  Chapter 254 Being tricked by Lu Jing

  Lu Jing's eyes were clear, wisps of blood lingered around him, and a trace of vitality melted into his eyes.

  Dou Xingguan's Fate was triggered, and seven stars faintly reflected in Lu Jing's eyes.

  He stared at the gun-wielding general and the eight hundred black ice soldiers in the river, and the eight hundred black ice soldiers still had a trace of Lu Jing's very familiar aura.

   "It's probably... the breath left by the seventh prince with double pupils."

  Lu Jing stood in front of Nan Heyu.

  Luo Shubai was standing not far away, looking at Nan Heyu.

  He never persuaded Nan Heyu to leave, but the seven-foot jade was entwined with sword energy.

  The young master of Yu Xing Island had no other thoughts in mind.

  In his life, apart from the great sword master who is also a teacher and mother, Nan Heyu is the most cherished person in his heart.

  Yu Xing Island was empty, and for many years before, Luo Shubai just played alone, running before the waves, always feeling a little lonely in his heart.

  Until Nan Heyu also came to Yuxing Island, Luo Shubai became a senior brother, and Nan Heyu became the junior sister Luo Shubai wanted to protect, and there were many complicated thoughts mixed in.

  Until Lu Jing appeared, those complex emotions were buried in Luo Shubai's heart, but what could never change... Nan Heyu was still his junior sister, and one of Luo Shubai's most cherished people.

"Junior Sister wants to help Mr. Lu Jing, so I will naturally help her... However, after the battle of Changliu City, Junior Sister and I really have no power to stop the fifth-level general and the eight hundred black ice soldiers. .”

   "Whether he can escape the robbery this time depends on Mr. Lu Jing himself."

  Luo Shubai held the seven-foot jade sword hilt tightly, and there was firmness in his soft eyes.

  When the other strong men heard Lu Jing's words, some of them thought for a moment, then saluted Lu Jing, turned and left.

  The white ape on Duan Shou Mountain tried to get up, but the wound on his body became more and more ferocious, leaving strands of blood behind.

  Lu Jing turned his head and shook his head slightly at the white ape, with some doubts in his eyes.

  The white ape came to this Dragon Burial City after seeing Lu Jing's slaying the dragon, and met Lu Jing just by chance.

  Now, a strong man is holding a gun in front of him, and he is also bringing with him 800 black ice soldiers, but this white ape still does not intend to leave, but wants to protect Lu Jing...

   This surprised Lu Jing a little.

  Nan Heyu lowered her head and looked at Lu Jing's back. She also heard what Lu Jing said, but she didn't intend to leave.

   "A hundred miles away from the Burial Dragon City, there are so many pairs of eyes and so many spiritual senses, I don't believe that I came in front. Seeing the eight hundred Xuanbing warriors in the Su Mansion, they dare to kill me."

  Nan Heyu pursed her lips, the Qianxiu Water shimmered, but it looked a bit darker than before, and the vitality pouring into the Qianxiu Water was intermittent, far from being full.

   She was about to say something.

   Zhao Ye heard the sound of horse hooves, and came to Lu Jing's side, and the horse's head rubbed against Lu Jing's chest.

   Lu Jing nodded towards Zhao Ye, and then looked at the river.

   "Passing through hundreds of trials, you can see clearly who is coming, and also see all kinds of ghosts in Dafu."

   Lu Jing stared coldly at the general with a gun in the river, and suddenly grinned.

   "You are the second leader of the Huai Gang, Yuan Qishou?"

  Boom!

  The wild wind hunted, driving Yuan Qishou to wear a black cloak.

  The silver gun in his hand burst out with blood soaring in this instant!

  The terrible power is like a stormy sea that takes off sand and rocks, and there is a sudden thunder and a strong wind.

   "The Lingguan handed over the gun!"

  A general trend of martial arts brings out the fire of the gun, and also brings out the surging spirit of martial arts.

   "Feed the soldiers with fire, don't hold back the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers!"

   "Killed Lu Jing!"

   "Lu Jing will definitely die today!"

Yuan Qi's first spear was like thunder, and his method of passing the spear by the spirit officer was full of turbulent momentum. It not only brought a hundred changes, but also had the momentum of a god's spear. It brought up thousands of smoke and dust, almost turning into an aurora, towards Lu Jing. To stab.

   "Mr. Lu Jing, be careful!"

  Nan Heyu was about to make a move.

  The vitality in the sky is moving, and the vitality is like a pen and ink, which suddenly appears in the sky and the earth.

  The pen and ink is like a dragon, swaying wantonly, bringing up mountains and valleys.

  The mountains and ravines fell into the city, and they were locked in the spiritual thoughts of Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai.

  The smoke and dust filled the room, the vitality was exhausted, and Yu Xingdao and his soul were sluggish. Their minds were locked by the pen and ink of the mountains and valleys.

  Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were taken aback. Just as they were about to set up the sword light, the vitality controlled by the primordial spirit became thinner and thinner for some reason, and Qianqiu Shui and the seven-foot jade tool also returned to calm.

In the mountains and ravines, the vitality of pen and ink flows, a roc rushes out of the dust, the roc claws catch it in the air, squeezes bursts of vitality, and then controls Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai, and takes them to the sky .

   And on the back of the big roc, the young calligrapher of the Qi State looked helpless, holding the walking dragon pen in his hand, the pen and ink moved lightly, and the words were like the tide of the ocean, and like magical powers...

  Or... This dragon-like brushwork from the leader of the world's brush and ink is itself a mysterious and mysterious power that is hard to fathom!

  Qi Hanzhang didn't want to make a move, but he had to!

  Because of this, this young scholar of the Qi Kingdom, who was not yet thirty, was lucky enough to write and roll up a raging wave of vitality, locking Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai so that they could not intervene in this matter.

  The White Ape of Duan Shou Mountain had already struggled to stand up, but when he raised his sledgehammer and mad knife, a strand of hair appeared in the blood mist.

  There are traces of blood on the hair.

  The qi and blood are neither mighty nor thick, but they are elusive and extremely sharp.

  A ray of blood suddenly bloomed from the body of the white ape.

   "Seizing hair? Qi Guotong's banquet?"

  The white ape let out an angry roar, and his body was bleeding profusely.

  Since Lu Jingdao revealed Yuan Qishou's identity, Yuan Qishou drew his gun in an instant, and eight hundred Xuanbing armored soldiers galloped forward, but in the blink of an eye, Qi Hanzhang, a young calligrapher from Qi State, and Xiuyan, a boy from Mangyi Diaosi, also attacked together.

   "On the mountain in the distance, there is another person who is carrying a big flag and plotting evil."

  Under the fate of Lu Jingdou Xingguan, his thoughts became infinitely clear, and wherever his eyes passed, everything seemed to become quite slow.

  Yuan Qi's first shot was like a fire!

  Eight hundred Xuanbing warriors wore face helmets, and their murderous aura was soaring to the sky, and the Dragon Burial City was once again surging with wind and clouds.

   These elite soldiers can easily crush the ruins of the Burial Dragon City by charging alone.

  Yuan Qi attacked with a spear, with the will to kill in his eyes.

  Sitting on the back of Dapeng, Qi Hanzhang had helplessness and pity in his eyes.

  The unfamiliar boy Xiuyan from the Mangyi Diao Temple of Qi State was pale, male and female, and his slightly narrowed eyes were full of raging killing intent.

   "If the long hair of a young Tianjiao can be refined into hair strands, he will have the true pity of heaven and earth."

  Tong Xiuyan did not hide the greed in his eyes, his slender hair disappeared into the sky, and cut the white ape on Duan Shou Mountain.

  White ape was cut by the hair of the hair, and the hair of the hair was tyrannical, and it was thrown several miles away.

  White Ape wanted to get up after landing, but at this moment, his movements suddenly froze and his body went limp.

  Tong Xiuyan seized the hair and swept it.

  Under Dou Xingguan's fate, Lu Jing's eyes clearly saw that there were multiple hairs dancing between Tong Xiuyan's ten fingers, and each hair stretched out and turned into tens of thousands.

  Tighten for a moment.

   There was an extra net in front of Lu Jing's eyes.

   "The snare of life!"

   "Entering this net, the flesh and blood will be shredded, and the bones will be turned into powder. There is no pain at all."

  Tong Xiuyan set up a net, trying to turn Lu Jing into a mincemeat!

  Murderous intentions appear frequently!

  Nan Heyu and Luo Shubai were coerced away by Qi Hanzhang's Zoulong brushwork.

  Buddha Lianye stood side by side with Monk Shenxiu. He turned his head to look at the distant scene of Lu Jing, feeling a little pity in his heart...

   "It's a pity that I didn't kill him with my own hands."

  Buddha Lianye thought so in his heart.

  At this moment, Monk Lianye sighed regretfully.

   "Buddhist, you have entered the evil way, you have raised demons but you don't know it, and you think you still abide by the law of killing the body of the wrathful vajra.

   Angry-eyed King Kong does not hold the precept of killing, and the evil result of killing will become a demon, but it is a pity that Lu Jing's benefactor..."

  Monk Shenxiu sat cross-legged, with brown robes covering his legs... This young Jokhang Buddhist disciple exuded a faint light.

  At this moment, the great sun had already set, and the stars shone on Monk Shenxiu, making Monk Shenxiu look even more holy.

   "Benefactor Lu Jing... I have exhausted my strength." Monk Chenghui, who was standing next to Monk Shenxiu, suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

   "Brother, do you want to send Master Lu Jing west?"

   It was at this moment that many people had their own thoughts and thoughts.

  The dry river course is three miles away from Lu Jing.

  But when Yuan Qishou and the eight hundred Xuanbing soldiers stimulated their blood, they came rolling with violent power.

   In the blink of an eye, you have already arrived at the land of Baizhang.

   But just as Chenghui thought, Lu Jing's qi and blood are sluggish, his soul is dim, and he has exhausted his strength. How can he survive the supernatural killing of Yuan Qishou, the second leader of Huai Gang, and Tong Xiuyan of Mangyi Diao Temple in Qi State!

   Must die!

  No doubt!

  The belief of lore lingers in Yuan Qishou's heart.

  Tong Xiuyan also planned to braid Lu Jing's long hair and practice it into the hair strands.

  But at this moment... when a wisp of smoke and dust dispersed, a white light flashed.

  Suddenly a huge dragon ball flew out of the sky!

  The dragon ball shone brightly, mixed with thick blood mist, the world in the distance.

   "Even the disabled old dragon once wanted to use the blood sacrifice formation to prolong his life."

   Lu Jing's eyes were cold.

  The huge dragon ball that flew up was the dragon ball of the disabled old dragon.

  The dragon ball actually had a faint sword energy and a phantom.

  The sword energy is like Fuguang, and it is also mixed with awe-inspiring righteousness, which means "to stir up the coldness of Zhou Tianhan".

  And the phantom that is looming and about to disperse is that... Pen Mo Kunpeng!

   Here and now.

  Bimo Kunpeng is opening his mouth wide, biting the dragon ball of the disabled old dragon.

   Seeing this scene, Yuan Qishou and Tong Xiuyan couldn't help but have a... question.

   But then, under the white light of the dragon ball, standing in front of the keel plaque, Lu Jing's figure became clear.

  Seeing that Lu Jing had already tried his best to pull away the falling dragon bow!

   The longbow is not full moon, with Lu Jing's current strength, it can only be stretched an inch.

   And what rested on the falling dragon bow was a dragon tooth.

  Dragon teeth are shining, crystal clear and bright.

   "Lu Jing... what do you want to do?"

  Yuan Qishou's pupils shrank slightly, and Tong Xiuyan suddenly remembered something.

   Shiny!

  An inexplicable fluctuation came, and the dragon teeth on the falling dragon bow flew away, bursting out with dazzling light.

  Dragon's teeth were out of the bow, and Zhao Ye had already galloped towards him. Lu Jing only got on his horse in an instant, and Zhao Ye let go of his horse's legs and galloped in the opposite direction.

  click…

   From the howling wind, thunderclap, horseshoes rushing, qi and blood rushing by, and supernatural powers running, there was a crisp sound mixed in.

  Seeing that the remaining sword energy on the dragon ball burst out suddenly, Kunpeng Xuying also bit it down, and flung the dragon ball far away, hanging not far from Yuan Qishou and the eight hundred black ice soldiers.

  The phantom of Kunpeng finally dissipated completely.

  The dragon tooth shot by the falling dragon bow finally landed on the dragon ball...

   "Lu Jing!"

   All this happened too fast, but in the blink of an eye.

  Yuan Qishou, like Tong Xiuyan, noticed Lu Jing's drawing.

   "Why are you able to shoot..."

  Boom!

  Yuan Qishou's voice has not yet finished.

  The vitality in the void of the world suddenly collapsed, and then was engulfed by a violent force and exploded!

  Thousands of vitality condensed and then exploded, and blood qi criss-crossed in it, and the vitality turned into sharp ice, densely packed, straddling the sky and the earth!

  Eight hundred Xuanbing warriors originally had a breath like a rainbow, and their power was unparalleled.

  The broken-legged old dragon who can be regarded as the eighth-fold god, was shot to pieces by Lu Jing.

  The entire Dragon Burial City seems to be whining...

  In the Burial Dragon City, a raging wave was rolled up, and a black light that shot straight into the sky was also rolled up.

   The second head of the Huai Gang, Yuan Qishou!

   Eight hundred soldiers!

  Bear the brunt!

  Tong Xiuyan was on the side, but still intimidated by the sudden surge of power, seizing hair and locking the vitality of the void, this Qi State mangyi Diaosi flew back, like a bright meteor falling towards the source!

   "Fix formation!"

  Yuan Qishou gritted his teeth, and the eight hundred black ice warriors united into one battle formation, and thick blood gushed out from every pore in their bodies.

   The overbearing killing aura soared into the sky!

  The strength of the army is here.

  It is the fifth level of divine appearance, Yuan Qishou who reflected the main appearance of the spiritual official has already put away his spear and retreated behind the battle formation of eight hundred black ice soldiers.

  Yuan Qishou's physical body is so powerful, but his bone-piercing vitality still scars Yuan Qishou's face.

  The eight hundred black ice warriors fought against the terrifying power of the explosion head-on. Suddenly, the black ice armor and the black ice spear were cracked all over. Dozens of horses had their flesh and blood cut off, leaving only skeletons!

   "Lu Jing, if you shoot the Dragon Ball to pieces, can you save An Ran?"

  Yuan Qishou gritted his teeth, but saw the mysterious light in his eyes turning, but saw in the wisps of smoke and dust...

   Lu Jing rode Zhao Ye and galloped in the Dragon Burial City.

  In the Dragon Burial City, there are dragon corpses like mountains, and the tyrannical and hard dragon corpses seem to be a buffer for Lu Jing.

  The power of the dragon ball bursting swept across, and every time a hard dragon corpse was swallowed, the power of the burst of vitality weakened by one point.

  Lu Jing seemed to notice Yuan Qishou's gaze, and he didn't even forget to turn his head to look at him.

   There was still a clear sneer in his eyes.

   "Want to kill me?" Lu Jing seemed to be asking.

  The Second Master's cheeks trembled.

  His teeth were about to be crushed by himself.

  The power of Dragon Ball swept all directions, and also stopped Qi Guotong from Xiuyan.

  Tong Xiuyan frowned, suddenly seemed to be aware of it, and looked at another place.

However, it was discovered that the white ape of Duanshou Mountain, who was still dying and seriously injured, was already alive and well. Every time the white ape took a step, it had to cover an extremely long distance. Laughter hovered in the sky.

  Tong Xiuyan licked his chapped lips.

   "I was tricked by this kid..."

   "It's just... the dragon ball is so hard, how can Lu Jing shoot the god-like eighth-layer real dragon ball?"

  (end of this chapter)