If You Can't Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified Chapter 87

  Chapter 87 The genius of Nanfu is just a trivial matter.

  Lin Rendong's spiritual thoughts dissipated.

   At the moment when Lu Jing and Nan Xuehu formally confronted each other.

  Because at that moment, Nan Xuehu's body was full of qi and blood, like a volcanic eruption, impacting all directions.

   Lin Rendong's spiritual sense, which was already burned by qi and blood, could no longer resist such fiery qi and blood, and began to disappear.

   Before this spiritual thought dissipates.

   Her divine sense also captured Lu Jingyuan who flew into the black wooden sword.

   That Primordial Spirit exudes some kind of dark golden brilliance, extremely noble and extremely condensed.

  Compared to the Primordial Spirit cultivator in the ordinary Rizhao realm, Lu Jing at this moment seems to have been wandering in the Rizhao realm for decades, training Rizhao Primordial Spirit day and night, making Primordial Spirit special and extraordinary!

   "This Lu Jing may have a method of spiritual cultivation that can be called classics and classics, or...he is a genius of cultivation at the arrogance level.

  Otherwise, how can you cultivate to this realm of sunshine at the age of sixteen or seventeen? "

   When that spiritual thought dissipated.

   Lin Rendong, who was sitting in the room, narrowed his eyes slightly and his eyes were serious.

  Ning Qiang noticed Lin Rendong's reaction and asked in confusion, "Miss Honeysuckle, what's wrong with you?"

  Lin Rendong woke up, but shook his head slightly.

   She thought about it for a while, but did not continue to separate her spiritual sense to watch the showdown between Rizhao and Snow Mountain, the young Primordial Spirit cultivator and the young Wufu.

  Nan Xuehu has reached the limit of the snow-capped mountains, the martial arts practice is running, and many martial arts blessings are bursting out, and her spiritual sense is simply unable to approach.

   As for the primordial spirit out of the body... to see that battle in person...

   She has never practiced the magical powers that converge the radiance of the primordial spirit.

   The Primordial Spirit of the monks above the realm of Huazhen came out of the body and walked in Taixuanjing. The brilliance of the vast Primordial Spirit would inevitably attract the attention of some secret pavilions in Taixuanjing.

   Although she didn't know what Lu Jing wanted to do, she felt that since Lu Jing had already made up his mind, she shouldn't bother him, otherwise she might cause disaster.

   Moreover, she did not know the grievances between Nan Xuehu and Lu Jing, and did not think Nan Xuehu would hurt Lu Jing.

  Lin Rendong was patiently puzzled and curious, drinking tea carefully, and waiting for Lu Jing to return.

   And in that secluded street.

   Nan Xuehu looked at the black sandalwood sword from afar.

   When he met Lu Jing in Lu Mansion that time, Lu Jing practiced martial arts, and his martial arts cultivation had even reached the entry level and started to cast bones!

   Nan Xuehu was surprised that Lu Jing actually practiced martial arts.

  Because he knew Lu Jing's martial arts cultivation, Lu Jing made a 20-day agreement with him on the bridge that day, which surprised Nan Xuehu.

   even felt that Lu Jing wanted to play tricks on him

   But today, this moment.

   When the wooden sword in front of him lit up with the sun and moon, Nan Xuehu finally knew... why Lu Jinghui wanted to kill him, and would say that to him.

   "Some people are in a low position now, but it doesn't mean that he is in a low position all his life..."

   "That's what it meant."

  Nan Xuehu's mind was a little complicated, and many different emotions were mixed together.

   But even so, Nan Xuehu's eyes remained calm.

   This time, he didn't say a word.

   stood still, and after a glance, he slightly bent his legs.

  The amount of madness poured into his legs frantically, and the knotted muscles squeezed the bone marrow, flesh, fascia, blood, internal organs, furnaces, snow-capped mountains, and the power of blood from all over his body.

   And then jumped!

   In those legs, terrifying blood burst out.

   Nan Xuehu also jumped up at this moment!

   A strong man in the realm of snow mountains, his physical strength is unbelievably powerful.

   He jumped like this, the ground under his feet shattered instantly, and he was like flying, catapulting up, wanting to cross the heavy distance and come to Lu Jing's body.

   The Primordial Spirit cultivator in the Rizhao realm, if he has not cultivated the treasure body, his body is extremely fragile.

   Once Lu Jing was approached by Nan Xuehu, his Primordial Spirit was likely to become a lonely ghost.

But…

   Knowing that his body is fragile, how could Lu Jing let him get close?

   However, he saw that the black sandalwood sword suspended in the air had already shot out.

  The sword light broke through the air, like lightning.

   The supernatural power of Sun Moon Sword Light was once again inspired by Lu Jingyuanshen.

  Sunlight and moonlight each occupy the double-edged blades of the black sandalwood sword.

   The rays of light soared, seeming to be sharper.

   The vitality that has been condensed in the sun and moon sword light for many years has also flowed, and the speed of this black sandalwood sword has also reached its limit.

   The sword light flashed and suddenly swept across, towards Nan Xuehu's body leaping in midair.

   The dazzling sword light carried the vitality that had been brewing for a long time, and it almost cut off Nan Xuehu!

   There was a ring between Nan Xuehu's fingers that flickered lightly, and there was blood in it.

   Seeing Nan Xuehu marching forward bravely, he ignored the terrifying sword light at all, bringing out unparalleled power between the sinking of his elbows, and hitting the black sandalwood sword with one punch.

"Ah!"

   There was a screeching sound from the black sandalwood sword.

   That voice came and fell into Nan Xuehu's mind.

  Rao is Nan Xuehu, masculine and strong-willed, but because he was engrossed in the black sandalwood sword in front of him, the soft voice invaded his mind.

   was like an extremely sharp needle, piercing into his mind.

   let his breath stagnate slightly, and his movements sluggish slightly.

   The sun, moon and sword light made a great ray of light, changing the sweep into a rapid shot, and wanted to pierce into the belly of Nanxuehu.

"Humph!"

  Nan Xuehu snorted coldly, used his own martial arts essence, and gathered his will to dispel the pain in his mind in an instant.

   And his punch still fell straight down, trying to break the wooden sword in front of him.

   In the black sandalwood sword, Lu Jingyuan stood still.

   Nan Xuehu landed with Wan Jun's qi and blood, and Lu Jingmu's sword also pointed at it.

   is another soft chirping.

  The black sandalwood sword was knocked off by Nan Xuehu by two feet, and the powerful blood poured into it. Lu Jingyuan felt as if he was being burned, and the pain was extreme.

  But Lu Jingyuanshen's face didn't change in the slightest.

   was knocked off by two feet, so he cut off Nan Xuehu's legs.

   On the black sandalwood sword, the light of the sun and moon is even stronger, smashing the air, it will cut off Nan Xuehu's legs.

  Nan Xuehu's qi and blood also sensed the surging vitality, and knew that this was impossible.

   His body was twisted, condensing qi and blood under his feet, thinking that qi and blood would take advantage of it, and flew backwards.

  Lu Jingyuanshen's eyes moved slightly.

   "The sword light has arrived.

   How can it not be stained with blood? "

   A ray of blood shot out from Nan Xuehu's right leg.

  The black sandalwood sword flew by, with a little bit of blood!

boom!

  Nan Xuehu also fell to the ground and shattered three or five green bricks.

   The indifference in his eyes...has turned into doubt.

   He looked at Lu Jing, who was sitting under the locust tree in the distance. The young man had a calm expression, so he settled for it.

   And on that black sandalwood sword, the sharp light never weakened.

   It was dark now.

   In this dark night, Lu Jing's wooden sword was still bright.

   was like the blood he splattered on the ground.

  The blood contained qi and blood, and it also glowed with a faint blood-colored light.

   "Lu Fu Shuzi..."

   Nan Xuehu pondered in his heart.

   But Lu Jing's black sandalwood sword swept over again.

  The angle of this sword is tricky, and when it flew upward, it was about to stab Nan Xuehu's jaw.

  Nan Xuehu swayed his arms, and his qi and blood fell like a downpour.

   Then one leg bounced up, his left leg swept across the space, within three feet of blood, like a storm, covering the surroundings.

   The energy in his body was also pouring out like a storm, and the surrounding air was constantly pounding by him.

   The power contained in this leg is too terrifying. If it is swept on top of the real thing, I am afraid that it is a sturdy old tree that is hundreds of years old, and it will be swept away!

   The strong qi and blood were so masculine that even Lu Jing's primordial spirit in the black sandalwood sword in the distance could feel the heat in it.

   But Lu Jing was still not afraid.

  Wuyeshan's scolding technique resounded like thunder, and stabbed Nan Xuehu's mind again.

   And that sword light also flew up, straight into the blood storm.

  The sword light shines brightly, the sun and the moon shine together!

   These rays of light hit the blood, and the clanging sound could not be heard.

  Nan Xuehu's eyes were calm, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

   His right leg, which swept across, with the power of ten thousand, slammed down on the black sandalwood sword.

   The black sandalwood sword shook violently, but it still pierced Nan Xuehu's shoulder like a streamer.

   Even if he was as brave as the Southern Snow Tiger, he couldn't help but frown.

   "This sword light is indeed extraordinary."

   Nan Xuehu's mind flashed.

   But his flesh and blood jumped up again and came towards Lu Jing.

   "As long as you can't kill me, you are defeated."

  Nan Xuehu is extremely brave, his whole body qi and blood are condensed on his back, and he uses the method of horizontal training of martial arts, mobilizing every piece of flesh and strength on his body, mobilizing every vigor on his body, and guarding against the black sandalwood sword.

   And he went forward bravely and walked towards Lu Jing's body.

   The black sandalwood sword, the sun, the moon, and the sword chirped softly, and shot out hurriedly, sweeping across the back of Nan Xuehu's neck.

   "Clang!"

  An amazing scene appeared.

   The sun and moon swords were extremely sharp, but this sword slashed across the back of Nan Xuehu's neck.

   Flesh opens, flesh splatters.

   But when the sword light fell on the bones, it was like the collision of gold and iron, and some sparks were actually produced!

   It can be seen that Nan Xuehu Martial Dao Xiu is so strong, with a skeleton, he can actually resist the blow of the sword light under the operation of the horizontal training method.

   But the sun and moon sword light, how is it a mere sword?

  Lu Jingyuanshen thought.

   The sun and moon sword light slid across dozens of swords in an instant.

   Nan Xuehu was bleeding profusely from behind.

   But his expression did not change in the slightest.

   He was like a whirlwind of steel, coming straight towards Lu Jing's body.

   And all his blood, all vigor, was used by him to guard against that gleaming wooden sword!

   Lu Jing's body was already close at hand.

  Nan Xuehu's eyes moved slightly, he clenched his right fist and slammed it down like a heavy hammer, about to hit Lu Jing's shoulder.

   can make Lu Jing's body disconnect from his primordial spirit!

   "The son of the Lu family, you have been hiding for a long time... But, it's not enough."

  Nan Xuehu's eyes were indifferent and his mind flashed.

   But at this moment, the black sandalwood sword flew in, and one of the primordial spirits jumped out and fell into Lu Jing's body.

   Lu Jing's body suddenly opened his eyes.

   Daxue Mountain's True Mysterious Art was in full swing.

   The mighty surging qi and blood is like a wave, one wave after another, and in an instant, it has rushed through the hundred and ten layers.

  Lu Jing was sitting cross-legged under the locust tree, looking at Nan Xuehu who was close at hand, he also punched out!

   In this punch, Lu Jing's whole body was condensed with all his strength, and his blood was vigorous.

   As for Nan Xuehu's punch, all his blood and energy were gone.

   As a result, Lu Jing pumped up his blood and received a punch from Nan Xuehu.

   And Lu Jing's punch also hit Nan Xuehu's most vulnerable point in the head.

  Boom!

   If you hear the sound of blood shock.

   Lu Jing defended with qi and blood, and received a punch from Nan Xuehu, and blood came out, but Lu Jing swallowed it, his face remained calm.

   And Nan Xuehu…

   was smashed to the ground by Lu Jing.

  The terrifying inertia and terrifying strength, the ground stone bricks in front of Lu Jing's eyes shattered!

  Nan Xuehu was lying on the ground, bleeding from the dry acupoint of his head, and the qi and blood from his body kept escaping.

   Lu Jing was still sitting under the locust tree.

   He stood up slowly, with a long body and looked down at Nan Xuehu lying in the gravel.

   His eyes are calm, without sorrow or joy.

   It seems that defeating this young martial arts genius in Nanfu is just a trivial matter.

   (end of this chapter)

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