Old Master Lu was inspired by the words "thinking too much", which made his depression increase several times. When he flipped his hand, the copper bell burst out and jingled.

Qin Xianyu looked carefully and found that the copper bell was dark gold in color, with few patterns on it, and it was quite simple.

Old Master Lu shook the copper bell, and with the sound, notes one by one seemed to condense into real objects and landed on the ground.

There were endless bangs.

People often say that the sound is loud and loud, and they also say that the sound is like a pearl falling from a jade plate. At this moment, the sound of the copper bell is really loud and loud.

Those notes fell on the ground one after another and gradually condensed.

Seeing this, not only the other monks' expressions changed, but Qin Xianyu was also very surprised and secretly shocked.

Old Master Lu is at the peak of dragon and tiger, and has the highest cultivation level in the world. In addition, he has found a path to condense golden elixirs and has the hope of becoming a local immortal. Such people have a higher vision than ordinary dragon and tiger real people, and are even three points more powerful than other peak dragon and tiger people. Through the secret techniques he created and the Taoist techniques he used, they are beyond the boundaries known to ordinary people.

For example, the sound turns into notes and condenses into real objects, which has exceeded the limit of the casting of the Dragon and Tiger real person, and should be of the immortal level. From this perspective, what Mr. Lu has obtained in that year was not only the fruit of Zhu, but also another fate method.

"You have not achieved great success in practicing the secret sword. You must not be distracted from the rest of the sword techniques, but the sword intention should always be clear."

Lin Jingtang's expression remained unchanged, and he was not moved at all. He turned his head to look at Qin Xianyu and said, "I see that you have no intention in your sword, and the secret sword is hopelessly accomplished. Today, you can watch it and give more insights."

Qin Xianyu knew that the opportunity was rare and nodded quickly. But he was also surprised. Lin Jingtang and his voice were silent. He was still not careful. He was so advanced that he was so advanced?

A loud shock!

The courtyard collapsed due to shock.

The cultivators knew that they would be affected and were far away. Only a few real people of Dragon and Tiger were closer, but when they saw such fluctuations, they couldn't help but withdraw many more.

The place is too dynamic, and there is even a response in the middle hall of the Lu family’s front hall.

But no one cares about it at this moment.

The countless notes in front of Mr. Lu flew up, connected into one piece, and merged into a veil. However, after this veil, it gradually solidified and became thicker, like a wall, and later on, it looked like a mountain.

The notes Taoist technique suddenly approached.

It's like a mountain pressing on the top, suffocating.

There are endless sounds, pleasant and soft sounds, gentle and low whispers, noisy and chaotic sounds, violent sounds, and roars.

The infinite sound came with the mountain-like oppression, making people feel a split headache.

Qin Xianyu held his breath for it, and a stinging sensation arises in his head.

This Taoist technique is even much more powerful than the Zhongyue Tide of the Gate God Lord. It is rumored that Gate God Lord possesses many Taoist techniques, not only the Zhongyue Tide. Later, he felt something was wrong. He had not even used the other Taoist techniques, and revealed the treasure tree and collapsed the Tianzun Mountain. According to this, the rumors were true.

Qin Xianyu's head was very confused and he was thinking randomly, and he finally calmed down and thought to himself: "Minister Lu's Taoist skills are so powerful."

Looking at Lin Jingtang again, the white-clothed sword fairy stood still, and she didn't move.

He seemed to be disturbed by the infinite sound and could not move.

But Qin Xianyu knew that Lin Jingtang's ability was amazing and he was not worried.

The Taoist technique came near and was about to press on Lin Jingtang.

Lin Jingtang had not changed color yet, but just said slowly: "You're ready."

Qin Xianyu responded quickly.

Lin Jingtang slowly raised his sword, and his breath did not condense.

Qin Xianyu watched with his breath. He vaguely felt that with Lin Jingtang's high Taoism, there was no need to draw a sword in this world, and he could circulate the world.

But at this moment, Lin Jingtang still drew his sword.

"Is it just to demonstrate the sword intent to me?"

Just as he was thinking about this, Lin Jingtang pointed his sword forward.

At the end of the sword tip, there was a ray of light, which was silver-white, gradually brightening, and eventually became dazzling and dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it.

When the notes Taoist approached, the light on the tip of the sword burst out.

The silver-white light cut through the void and pierced the musical Taoist technique.

Qin Xianyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he could see everything clearly.

The more you understand, the more shocked you are.

The notes and Taoist technique had condensed into a piece, at first like a veil, then as thick as a wall, and then like a mountain. However, the silver-white sword light penetrated it in an instant.

It would be fine if it was just penetrated, but the silver-white light was so sharp that it was obviously not finished.

The mountains condensed by the Taoist technique gradually disintegrate.

This mountain scattered into countless notes.

Countless notes pressed down towards Lin Jingtang.

But before it was even ten feet before Lin Jingtang, it completely dissipated, like frost and snow melting, but no trace was left behind.

Qin Xianyu could see clearly that although the notes had dispersed, the sword intent on them had been attached to the notes, constantly destroyed and collapsed. No note could escape the dissipation.

Since Qin Xianyu surrendered the Yudan Lingshui, he could slow down everything he saw in his eyes, so he saw it very clearly and clearly, but he still could not see the trajectory of the sword light.

After a long time of dazed, only one sentence popped up in Qin Xianyu's heart: "One sword breaks all the methods."

The sword light displayed by Lin Jingtang broke through Old Master Lu's musical Taoist technique, and the meaning in the sword intent was unstoppable, extremely sharp, and soaring into the sky.

That is the sword intent that breaks all laws with one sword.

No matter how Lin Jingtang's cultivation is or how high his magic power is, the sword intent of this sword is to break all the magic with one sword.

The momentum disappeared.

The Lu family's backyard turned into a flat ground, and even the ruins could not be left behind. Only the ground was in a mess, turning into ruins.

Old Master Lu broke his arm, and his broken arm disappeared. It seemed that it had turned into ashes. The copper bell fell into the dust. The only real person in Chu State's peak dragon and tiger covered his wounds. His eyes were fierce, his eyes were shocked and suspicious, and he was a little scared.

The other monks were even more stunned. Although they had known that Lin Jingtang was powerful, Master Lu had always been very afraid of him, but he never thought that as soon as the two fought, Mr. Lu had already broken his arm.

The peak of Dragon and Tiger, the most powerful person in the world, cut off his arm in just one breath.

The facts make people feel very ridiculous.

However, it was different when Qin Xianyu's eyes fell. He looked at Old Master Lu with a strange look. When he looked at Lin Jingtang again, he turned into a look of surprise.

The reason why Old Master Lu cut off his arm was not that he tried his best to avoid it, nor that Lin Jingtang did not grasp the whereabouts of the sword light, but that Lin Jingtang kept his hand.

Just now, Lin Jingtang's sword light broke through the musical notes Taoist technique, and his remaining power fell on Old Master Lu. Originally, from the perspective of the sword light, it should have passed through Old Master Lu's chest and abdomen, but suddenly, he fell a little bit, landed on his arm, and only cut off his arm.

Lin Jingtang has such a temperament, and he doesn’t know what his subordinates are showing mercy, and why he doesn’t take his life?

Qin Xianyu Shang was confused, and saw Lin Jingtang turning his head and said, "The next sword, you're ready."

The fairy sword is raised.

There are countless light golden lights shining, and they are also sword lights.

Old Master Lu gritted his teeth for a long time, and finally let go of his broken arm and reached into his arms. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!