Chapter 733 Sword Cultivator, Where Is Your Sword?

"Jiang Suxin."

Jiang Li raised his head and looked into the sky. Unwilling to admit defeat, he slowly floated up and stood in the sky at the same height as Jiang Suxin.

Chang Wenyuan hurriedly followed and stood beside Jiang Li.

At the same time, Zuo Ziyue gave instructions to his two anonymous colleagues, and then confronted Jiang Suxin.

Jiang Suxin was alone, with no one on her left or right at her disposal. The three-on-one victory was instantly sealed, making everyone present call it a fluke.

But soon, these monks who were born and raised in Zhaoqin realized that King Yan would not fight an uncertain battle, so there must be something mysterious about this formation.

"Brother Shi, you are indeed here." Jiang Suxin spoke slowly, not in a hurry to start the final battle.

"Brother, I came here just to defeat you!"

Jiang Li spoke loudly, trying to arouse Jiang Suxin's fighting spirit to be strong in her life.

"My brother is more talented and affectionate than me. Few people in the world know about it. You don't need to fight anymore."

"How can you know the truth without a fight?"

Jiang Li frowned and punched the cotton, feeling very uncomfortable. He looked around intently and hesitated: "Where are the people from the Qintian Prison? Did you transfer them all away?"

"A group of uninvited guests appeared in the capital. Their abilities were acceptable. I was afraid of disturbing the Holy Master, so I transferred them all to the capital. There are only about ten people left behind in Tianzi Mountain." Jiang Suxin said slowly.

Everyone present believed what King Yan said personally, except for the nameless person in the Holy Land and the arrogant ‘Tian Mingzi’.

Jiang Li, in particular, was convinced.

Speaking of his attitude towards Jiang Suxin, it can only be described as complicated.

To use an inappropriate analogy, Jiang Suxin farted in the front, and Jiang Li farted in the back. He was angry that this person had no qualities at all, but he could scold others but he could not, and he still insisted that the fart was delicious.

By the way, catch the wind and taste the deep meaning of Qi.

His expression lightened: "At this point, you still miss Zhao Qin. If it weren't for you and me, we each have our own destiny. I really don't want to fight with you as a brother."

"Brother Shi, are you serious about what you said?" Jiang Suxin asked with a smile.

"..."

It’s fake. Jiang Li always dreamed of defeating Jiang Suxin.

Even once.

Jiang Suxin stopped teasing, and said with a straight face: "In today's battle, I, the king, can make an oath. I will not sin as much as my parents, and I will not cause harm to my wife and children. Life and death are only between us."

"I am also willing to swear an oath!"

Jiang Li responded sternly: "If anyone insults his parents, wife and children, I will chase him to the end of the world and make his soul fly away."

"With Brother Shi's words, I will feel relieved."

Jiang Suxin waved forward: "Please!"

"please!"

After the two of them finished speaking, the ups and downs of the chessboard of heaven and earth were unclear.

A square small world was born, with the yin and yang swimming fish as the center, and the positions were placed according to the Eight Diagrams. The Mahayana period of the royal family was white, and the soldiers and horses of Yan Wang were black.

Heizi attacks first, and King Yan attacks first.

In the first hand, he held Tianyuan and gave up half of his son.

Jiang Li looked around. The majestic city was endless, sitting north and looking south, commanding the east and west.

In the center of the majestic building complex, the White Stone Avenue stretches straight, reaching the city within the city. The water of the moat turns into liquid, and the white clouds build the bridge. It is magnificent and full of fairy spirit.

In the capital of Zhaoqin, the city within the city is the imperial city, and the moon in the mirror of the majestic city is a concrete projection of a large array.

Jiang Li recognized this place at a glance, looked at Chang Wenyuan and Zuo Ziyue beside him, frowned and said: "Jiang Suxin, do you not want to live anymore, or am I so miserable in your eyes?"

In the planned plan, the three relied on all their teammates to work hard to cover and strive for a three-on-one victory.

Unexpectedly, before they took action, Jiang Suxin took the initiative to send herself in front of them, which made Jiang Li unable to bear it.

He was restrained everywhere, with Jiang Suxin walking in front of him every step of the way. Even though victory was within easy reach, it still made him feel uncomfortable.

This is not what he wants, and he won't be happy if he wins.

"Why do you say this, brother? You have to fight this king alone to be satisfied?"

Jiang Suxin told Jiang Li to break his guard with one word, and before the latter could turn red and speak harshly, he continued: "The four of us are the main players in this battle. The victory or defeat of others is not important, and I have no intention of letting them decide Zhao Qin's future. That being the case, why procrastinate rather than resolve it quickly?”

"Then before you..."

"The royal family has no plans and is in the way. I only hope that Brother Shi will make a quick decision. I have no other intentions."

"..."

Jiang Li's eyelids twitched, and the familiar feeling of frustration hit his heart again. Before he started fighting, Tao's heart collapsed.

"King Xin?"

Chang Wenyuan opened his mouth and said solemnly: "The sword of words kills invisible people, don't think too much about it."

Jiang Li shook his head slightly and dispelled his distracting thoughts for a moment. He was very self-aware, and he was tough-talking. If it didn't work, it just wouldn't work. Quan Zhaoqin knew that he was not as good as Jiang Suxin, and he wasn't living in a dream. How could he not know it?

Inviting Chang Wenyuan and Zuo Ziyue to accompany him is the best proof that he feels inferior.

"What you say makes sense, why delay!"

Jiang Li's eyes jumped, and Baoyi fainted with purple mist. He crossed his arms together, and thousands of divine lights hit Jiang Suxin.

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"This is... Burial Nanshan?"

Lu Bei looked down at the mountains, with golden flames dancing in his eyes. He locked onto the familiar Taoist temple and confirmed that it was Burial Nan Mountain.

"It's wonderful. The mountains and rivers are beautiful. It's really a geomantic treasure." Lu Bei nodded repeatedly. He was just a passerby. He had no other meaning. He simply thought that the scenery of Burial Nan Mountain was very good.

On the side, Yan Xiaoshuang struggled to break the claws holding her slender waist.

The result can be imagined. She, a Dharma cultivator with a soft voice and soft body, is no match for a rough person from Lubei. She has no choice but to stare.

"What are you doing? Why did Palace Master Yan touch my hand? If word spreads, will I still have the face to see others?"

The villain from Lu Bei complained first, scolding Yan Xiaoshuang. The moment he noticed the change in the world, he firmly protected his teammates and avoided the danger of being left alone.

As expected, except for him and Yan Xiaoshuang, everyone was gone.

"let go."

"So it's this. I said you were thrusting back and forth, and I thought you were having sex..."

"let go!"

Yan Xiaoshuang leaned back as hard as she could, but Lu Bei let go at the right time. The Beauty Palace Master floated ten meters away before she could stop herself, her face turned pale with anger.

Lu Bei waved her to his side, asking her to calm down and stop running around. He looked down at the mountains intently and said thoughtfully: "King Yan is probably fighting Liu Shen in a one-on-one fight. When Liu Shen is killed, the next one will be Xin." King, what a great formation, we are running headlong into a trap."

Yan Xiaoshuang frowned, secretly thinking that the heart of a villain can judge the heart of a gentleman.

Although she was not a monk of Zhao Qin, she had heard of King Yan's reputation and had cultivated her righteousness through reading poetry and books, so she would never act like this.

"It's strange. This is the place where Nanshan is buried, Quhe, and Mengyuan are cut off. Did we go to the wrong place?"

Lu Bei asked aloud, looking straight ahead, with golden flames blazing in his eyes.

God's eyes pierced the sky and saw two figures.

Qiu Yuan and the zombie tombkeeper walked out, and the former said coldly: "King Yan is facing enemies Liu Shen, King Xin, and an elder of the Holy Land. Please take back your previous words and don't make any judgments!"

"Tsk, tsk, Lord Qiu has such great authority."

Lu Bei made a strange and angry sound, which made Yan Xiaoshuang very uncomfortable. Comparing the two sides, good and evil were clearly distinguishable, and she felt that she was ruined.

"Fellow Daoist Qiu, this person has a thick face and a dark heart. Please step back and let someone deal with him!"

"King Yan has said that this beast cannot be defeated by you alone."

"Not necessarily, a certain family didn't show all their abilities last time."

Burial Nanshan witnessed Qu He and Meng Yuan, two gay friends, cut off their sleeves, and it was not the place where Lu Bei, Qiu Yuan, and zombies had a passionate confrontation. Qiu Yuan was defeated at the hands of "Tian Mingzi", and he was dissatisfied, and zombies guarded the tomb. People were even more unhappy when they were interrupted in the middle of the battle.

Both of them wanted to do it again, and King Yan threw them in without thinking too much.

Two against one, the immortal sword is not unbreakable!

On the opposite side, the two teammates were dissatisfied with each other. Qiu Yuan did not like joining forces with the zombie gravekeepers, but he strictly obeyed King Yan's orders and insisted on joining forces to defend against the enemy.

Lu Bei took the opportunity to send a message and asked Yan Xiaoshuang to give him a sip of milk.

The previous bite has been digested, so this time it needs to be fresh, and the portion must be large.

Yan Xiaoshuang felt uncomfortable touching Lu Bei even once, let alone touching him nine times in a row. She endured the annoyance in her heart and engraved a nine-star pattern on his vest, then put her hands on it and injected a bright nebula.

Lu Bei's heartbeat accelerated, and surging mana surged throughout his body. He had the illusion that he could kill King Yan with one sword. His eyes shone brightly and he said, "It's so powerful. I couldn't tell you were hiding something."

"Hmph, the more you want, the better!" Yan Xiaoshuang snorted coldly.

A large amount of food is sufficient, but whether Lu Bei's body can withstand it and how long it can last depends on his own destiny.

This mouthful of milk carries a bit of personal grudge.

Lu Bei raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and pushed Yan Xiaoshuang's chest. While sending the assistant away from him, he used the rebound force to accelerate out.

The man was in mid-air, his body turned around, and his whip legs were raised to hit Qiu Yuan and the zombie gravekeeper directly.

"Well done!"

Seeing the hunter's heart, the tomb guard laughed ferociously. He raised one arm to protect his side, and the five fingers of his other hand were connected with claws. Just waiting to block the blow, he attacked directly at Lu Bei's open middle door.

boom! ! !

The whip leg swept across, and the tombkeeper's raised arm slowly came closer to his face, his grinning expression became stiff, and his facial features gradually deformed after he had been punched.

Almost instantly, Qiu Yuan, who was standing side by side, was knocked away by the tomb guard, leaving Lu Bei standing alone.

He leaned over and patted his trouser legs: "It turns out that one plus one does not equal two. King Yan's arithmetic is nothing more than this."

The extremely fast battle only highlights the word "fast".

In Yan Xiaoshuang's eyes, golden light flashed instantly, two black shadows moved sideways down, and dust filled the sky in the distance.

The next second, the air rumbled and exploded, and the void exploded layer by layer. The clouds in the sky are rolling back,

Thunder, lightning, storm, and earthquake were all delayed.

Lu Bei took a deep breath and felt the mana that was constantly being created in his body. His eyes were clear and his spirit was extremely excited. He couldn't help but raise his head to the sky and let out a long roar, which turned into golden light and opened up patches of darkness and void along the way.

The chessboard formation of heaven and earth is mysterious, and the world created is extremely real, and it is not just as simple as projection.

Rumble————

The earth dragon rises, and the dust reaches the sky.

Lu Bei pressed down on the tombkeeper's head and charged at high speed. When he passed Qiu Yuan's place, he spread out his big empty hand and jumped out like a tiger. He grabbed Qiu Yuan's face, crushed the two of them and charged forward.

The tombkeeper roared again and again, unable to break free. Qiu Yuan roared several times, and the demonic energy dissipated several times.

"Jiejiejiejie————"

Yan Xiaoshuang: "..."

Sword cultivator, where is your sword?

Or maybe this is how the Abandonment Sutra defeats all the invincible enemies in the world?