C290 (1/2)

Whoosh!

Rushi was about to crush Lu Beiyou's body. Suddenly a white dagger flew out of his sleeve and cut the golden arm in two.

Lu Beiyou fell to the ground and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Lu Yao!

Master Xuanyuan said that Lu Yao's sword Spirit fell into a deep sleep and didn't know when to wake up.

But I never thought that it would be this time. Lu Beiyou would rather not let her wake up.

Run!

Lu Beiyou looks at Lu Yao and tears are left in his eyes.

Rushi's peaceful face also flashed a little surprise. I didn't expect that this small sword could cut off his own road. It also made him a little curious.

However, he only stayed at the level of curiosity. At this time, the Buddha had already suppressed the ”pure Yang” sword spirit in the purple gold bowl, while the Dragon finch in the sword bag behind Lu Beiyou and the Eastern Emperor's mother sang together, and Lu Beiyou was still silent.

At this time, we must not let the old bald donkey see the Eastern Emperor, otherwise it will be a disaster.

”Benefactor Lu, I didn't expect to have such a weapon on my body. I'm lost, but I'm afraid I won't be so lucky next time.”

As he spoke, the Buddha took a step forward and stretched out his last hand, which was a fork. The sharp light was about to come to the north.

Lu Yao rises out of thin air, turns into a white awn and cuts it off. But the Buddha is not a layman, and the white awn disappears with one hand.

Lu Yao flies upside down and falls on Lu Beiyou's side. His sword is broken.

Lu Beiyou felt angry at the moment, but he was helpless. He absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and repaired his injury.

At the same time, his breath began to rise again, the flesh and blood recast bit by bit, and the breath gradually became calm.

The sky became more and more gloomy. In the end, it turned out that there was a continuous thunderstorm. The strong wind suddenly rolled up the dust all over the sky, and the peach blossom petals outside the walls of the prime minister's mansion danced all over the sky.

Lu Beiyou picked up Lu Yao with a trembling hand, and chuyang, who was tied to his hand, had lost his spirit. His eyes became red gradually, and he roared at the sky, ”old bald donkey! I want you to die

On the sky, a black cave was slowly formed. The terrible suction was like trying to suck everything in the world.

And at the moment of Ru Shi, looking up at the terrible vision of the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly.

”If you don't ask, you must take the master's words with you.”

At the same time, zhenyuange, who is enjoying tea with tianjizi in Beishan, suddenly feels something in general and suddenly looks up to the north.

And the day machine son is also perceived what abnormal, a face of solemnity. ”What's that direction?”

Zhenyuan song nodded, took the tea cup in front of him and drank it, ”the truth of the world will be handed over to you, master tianjizi. Please start as soon as possible. I'm going to ask Shifu now. I'm afraid my younger martial brother is in big trouble. ”

Tianjizi stood up and nodded. Zhenyuan song walked towards the North Mountain Pavilion.

After stepping on the Qingshiban road and bypassing the bamboo grove, zhenyuange stood in front of the pavilion and bowed, ”I've seen a great master.”

Fan Qingshan, who was staring at the chessboard in front of him, didn't speak. He just waved his hand to zhenyuange to sit down in front of him.

”Master...”

”I know what you want to say. The Qi luck of Beishan has been tossed by you before, but it hasn't come back yet. That's why the old bald donkey dares to break through the barrier and enter the world by force at this time to fight for the orthodoxy. ”