After he finished speaking, he slowly stood up.

Chu Yeshan thought for a while and suddenly said: "Mr. Lu Jing, can I take a look at your sword energy?"

Lu Jing recalled what the then-Prince Yu Zhuoxian had said before, and he never refused. When he raised his hand, he saw a sword energy slowly appearing in his hand.

Several people in the cloud viewing platform, including Li Zhiyun and Nan Xuehu in the boat parking platform, all had slightly changed expressions. They carefully watched the sword energy in Lu Jing's hand that had killed evildoers and was as hot as the blazing sun in the sky, and they were wondering who this person was.

inheritance.

Lu Jing's sword energy emerged.

Gu Chenxiao was sitting in front of the jade table as usual, without even showing much vigilance.

"The sword energy is strong, but your cultivation is really weak."

Gu Chenxiao pointed gently, very quickly, and placed his finger on the Fuguang Sword Qi in Lu Jing's hand. It was filled with dense aura, and the ethereal Qi and blood went straight into the Fuguang Sword Qi.

Fuguang Sword Qi suddenly disappeared.

"The little prince admires you so much, so your talent must be at its peak... However, even if your talent is at its peak, it will always take time to grow."

Gu Chenxiao didn't know when, but he had already sat back in front of the jade table. He did not look at Lu Jing, but said, "Lu Jing, we will meet again in the future."

The sword energy in Lu Jing's hand dissipated, but a smile appeared on his face: "Indeed, Prince Gu, we will meet again. Next time we meet, please take a look at my sword energy again."

Gu Chen shouted: "Taixuanjing is vast in length and breadth, but it is still a city. Maybe I will see you tomorrow, maybe I will see you next month, but it will not be delayed until a year later.

How much improvement can the sword energy make in a few months?"

At this time, Lu Jing no longer hesitated, did not respond to Gu Chenxiao's words, and walked straight out of the cloud viewing platform.

The courtyard of Shihua Pavilion was still bustling with people, but these people were unaware of the conflict in the Guanyuntai.

When they saw Lu Jing coming downstairs, they all had reverence in their eyes.

Lu Jing is young, but he is an expert in calligraphy and painting. Today, when he struck the bell, his eight tones made them astonished.

Faced with such beauty, few people are jealous.

Fireflies may be jealous of the brightness of candles, but they are not jealous of the clear light of the bright moon.

As Lu Jing walked by, many people saluted Lu Jing. Lu Jing smiled in return and walked out of the Flower Pavilion step by step.

Miss Jingshi also escorted him out, and prepared to ask some fish masters to escort him back.

But at this moment, the east wind was still blowing, and there was fog lingering in Taixuan Capital. Lu Jing thought about walking back to Yanglu Street to see the scenery in the fog.

So the young man walked alone on Liuhua Street with his sword in hand.

Even in this kind of weather, people were still coming and going on Liuhua Street. After passing Liuhua Street and passing a few streets, Lu Jing walked to Dongwang Street without knowing it.

On Dongwang Street, the fireflies on the trees at the entrance of Dongwang Temple are still giving off a faint light.

These fireflies are quite strange. They never die even in winter. The light of one insect is weak, but if there are thousands of them, they can light up the entire Dongwang Street.

The gate of Dongwang Temple on the street was closed, and Lu Jing couldn't help but think of Chen Xuanwu.

"I wonder what Brother Xuanwu is doing?"

Lu Jing thought of Chen Xuanwu, and the smile at the corner of his mouth finally became more sincere. He still remembered the innocent smile on Chen Xuanwu's face, and the way Chen Xuanwu squinted his eyes when he spoke when he was drunk.

"Even at night, Taixuanjing is brightly lit, reflecting the heaven and earth, as if it is a pure and bright place. However, in such a pure and bright place, there are many people who cannot be considered bright, nor can it be considered interesting.

Thinking about it this way, I don't know how much better Brother Xuanwu is."

As Lu Jing walked, he was thinking in his mind. Maybe if he had free time in the future, he could also go to Taihao Que, which Chen Xuanwu mentioned, to take a look at Chen Xuanwu. By the way, he could also go to the Taihao Palace, which was said to be extremely spectacular and tall.

Hao Xingjun.

“It’s such a beautiful place, but somehow it’s sparsely populated and not many tourists come.”

Lu Jing's mind was filled with thoughts.

But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

An extremely blazing sword light made the Dongwang Street illuminated by fireflies much brighter!

The vast energy and blood filled the sword light.

The light of the sword caused the surrounding mist to flow, violent and stunning.

Lu Jing stood there, feeling the terrifying aura in the light of the sword, with the black sandalwood sword at his waist already unsheathed.

Stupid!

The sword light of the sun and moon flashes brightly, and the small wind and thunder technique shoots straight into the sky.

Lu Jing pointed gently, and the black sandalwood sword flew away in the light of the fireflies with lightning speed.

The light of the sword collided with the light of the sword.

Both the vitality and Yang energy and blood exploded, and huge power bloomed from it, scattered in all directions, and turned into ripples, exploding the tranquility of Dongwang Street.

The sword light struck, but was repulsed by Lu Jing's sun and moon sword light and Xiao Feng Lei's technique. A vague figure quickly retreated, disappearing into the mist and smoke.

But in just a moment.

Amidst the mist and smoke, a man in silver armor slowly walked out.

The silver-armored man was holding a silver-white sword, and there was blood flowing in the silver armor, bringing out the vitality contained in the silver armor, making the man's figure seem a bit ethereal.

That armor... actually has the effect of concealing aura.

Lu Jing narrowed his eyes: "Nan Xuehu..."

At this time, Nan Xuehu came with a sword, his armor glowed with silver, and he looked like a young general with great momentum.

"Lu Jing."

Nan Xuehu walked forward step by step, the snow-drinking knife in his hand was filled with huge energy and blood, and became as heavy as a huge stone in the sky.

The terrifying strength, coupled with the hot Yang Qi and blood, made his body equally heavy. Every time he took a step, the bluestones under his feet were broken.

"what you up to?"

Lu Jing squinted his eyes, and the black sandalwood sword was floating beside him.

"Although you and I had an appointment last time, it doesn't mean that I won't take it to heart if you beat me up."

Nan Xuehu kept approaching, and his voice came: "That day I never rode my Yuelong Mountain, never held my Snow Drinking Knife, and never wore my Silver Light Armor.

I am a martial arts monk, but my fifth level of cultivation lies in this sword. You defeated me at that time, but you did not win with force."

Lu Jing understood: "You want to find me to regain your place?"

Nan Xuehu turned his head and was a little confused: "What is a place?"

"It's not that important."

Lu Jing smiled brightly and said seriously: "I remember I told you before, asking you... not to appear in front of me again?"

Nan Snow Tiger, who was originally walking slowly, instantly turned into a red light, breaking through the void, cutting away the fluorescent light, and the sword light turned into a bright light, unfolding in Lu Jing's eyes.

The cold and sharp Yinxue knife was as powerful as a galloping horse and as fast as lightning, slashing towards Lu Jing.

Lu Jingyi was not afraid and flicked his fingers!

The black sandalwood sword that had reached the sixth level turned into an arc of light, and the sun and moon sword light swept away with a cold light, leaving only an afterimage in the sky.

Keng!

On Nan Xuehu's snow-drinking knife, a faint sword light could be seen filling the air. In an instant, his vitality and blood flowed out, and Nan Xuehu's terrifying strength crushed many bluestone bricks.

The smoke was so thick that the fireflies on the trees were frightened and flew away one after another.

On the broad street, a shining sword light was fighting against a powerful martial arts expert with terrible blood.

The place was filled with sounds of breaking through the air, and many air waves spread in all directions. Nan Snow Tiger was like a terrifying giant ape. Occasionally, he could even smash the sword light with a punch.

Martial arts monks in the Great Yang realm...

A great sun rises slowly behind the snow-capped mountains. Qi and blood flow out, nourishing oneself, and the skin, flesh, fascia and bones become extremely hard. Ordinary swords cannot do anything to them!

In addition, the snow-drinking knife in his hand and the silver-light armor on his body are extraordinary. I am afraid they are all fifth-grade treasures.

Qi and blood flow into it, becoming more and more surging and thick. Occasionally, Lu Jing's sun and moon sword light shines on the silver armor, and the silver light flashes, destroying the sharp sword energy in it.

But Lu Jing...

But he still had a smile on his face and remained motionless.

He controlled the black sandalwood sword with a ray of spiritual thought, and he stood casually on the spot, looking at Nan Xuehu in the smoke and mist.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a fighting star in the sky, and its light descended from the sky and fell on Lu Jing.

Lu Jing's eyes flashed, and a martial arts monk from the Great Yang Realm came with a sword. But in his eyes, Nan Xuehu's every move was unpredictable. The speed of the flow of Qi and blood in Nan Xuehu's body, and the sharp slashes of the Snow Drinking Sword, were all...

Captured clearly by him.

The black sandalwood sword shuttled back and forth in the clouds and mist, clashing with Nan Xuehu Yinxue's sword, and blocking Nan Xuehu's retreat.

"You come to challenge me. There is no trace of murderous intent in your eyes, in your sword, or even in the martial arts energy, blood, and mystical skills that are running."

Lu Jingyuan Shen is sitting in the temple, constantly forming his spiritual thoughts, forming seals, speaking incantations, using the divine light of the sun and moon, the small wind and thunder technique, and the Wuye Mountain scolding technique.
To be continued...