Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

Wu Ju, who realized something was wrong, issued an order to the sword slave for the first time and ordered the sword slave to surround him.

Lu Yuan's face was expressionless, and he just said softly: "Hurry."

His figure suddenly disappeared from the place, leaving only a few rays of golden light that were slowly dissipating.

Wu Ju's pupils shrank, he raised his head suddenly, suddenly reached out and took out a short sword from his arms, and stabbed it straight into the top of his head!

when!

He stood upside down in the air, his fingertips touching Wu Ju's dagger.

The aftermath of the fight between the two sent the closest sword slave flying away instantly.

The dagger was bent to the extreme. Wu Ju's face turned red and he shouted angrily: "Take action!"

Several swords thrust out and penetrated Lu Yuan's figure without any hindrance.

Wu Ju was shocked when he saw this, and suddenly turned around and slashed diagonally behind him. After a loud noise, he ignored his numb right hand and stabbed behind him with his backhand.

It was only then that Lu Yuan's shadow in the sky began to slowly dissipate.

So fast!

Wu Ju was horrified.

He didn't expect that Lu Yuan, who was proficient in horizontal exercises, would have such an exquisite light-body technique!

Now Lu Yuan was like a gust of wind, penetrating everywhere and erratic.

If he wasn't referring to the mysterious realm, his sense of crisis would be ten times stronger than that of an ordinary martial artist, and now he has turned into a body.

He didn't even have time to think, so he could only rely on his intuition to draw his sword towards the place with the strongest sense of crisis!

A series of hammering sounds sounded, and the air vibrated endlessly, beating on everyone's heart like a drum.

In the eyes of the sword slaves, Wu Ju seemed to be performing a one-man show, with fierce swordsmanship and extremely fast speed, sometimes in front and sometimes behind.

Every time he swings his sword, a spark will burst into the air.

At the beginning, they could still see Lu Yuan's shadow in the sky.

In the end, they could only see streaks of erratic golden light, constantly surrounding Wu Ju.

They wanted to help, but they couldn't find the enemy at all.

"Why are you standing there stunned?" Wu Ju, who was constantly being bombarded by Baji's powerful force, took the time to spit out a mouthful of blood and shouted coldly: "Why don't we take down those two people!"

Upon hearing this, the sword slave immediately rushed towards A Fei and Duan Shenying.

But every house slave who just flew up would fly sideways, smash into the surrounding houses, and fall into coma.

And where they had just stood, there was only a faint flickering golden light.

Lu Yuan felt that he had entered a very special state now.

When he was running Lingbo Weibu with all his strength, the wind around him was no longer an obstacle to him, but became his assistance.

At the beginning, he could still hear the howling wind, but in the end, the sound of the wind disappeared.

He couldn't even feel his body, and his whole body seemed to melt into the wind.

when!

Wu Ju's sword, filled with all his energy, split the wind in front of him into two halves.

The next second, an unparalleled force came from behind him.

Wu Ju spurted out a mouthful of blood and crashed into the inn.

"Grandpa..." Wu Yuanming, who was hanging on the inn, woke up at some point and stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

At that time, Wu Juke and the head of the family, Wu Jian, were jointly known as Jianzhong Shuangjue. How could he be in such a state of embarrassment? !

"I said, crowds are of no use to me." Lu Yuan appeared in front of the inn door, looked at Wu Ju who stood up awkwardly among the fragments of tables and chairs, and said calmly: "I want to kill you, just bring the sword tomb here It’s no use either.”

"When did you enter the Zhixuan Realm?!" Wu Ju said in disbelief with his face covered in blood.

"Zhixuan?" Lu Yuan was stunned and subconsciously looked at himself.

When did you become a Zhixuan?

Could it be...because of Lingbo Weibu?

What was he thinking just now?

Recalling Deng Tai'a's words, Lu Yuan suddenly realized the reason.

Just now he only had one thought left.

Be fast, so fast that no one can catch up.

Fast enough to take the head of an admiral in the midst of an army.

Almost... can escape the shackles of the "fishing line" of the immortals in the sky.

But after checking the system panel, Lu Yuan shook his head in disappointment.

"I am only in the Vajra realm."

"Impossible!" Wu Ju thought Lu Yuan was humiliating himself and shouted angrily: "How can Qinggong reach this level?

This is clearly your secret technique! "

Lu Yuan smiled helplessly and did not refute.

Wu Ju actually said it well. He had indeed entered the Zhixuan realm.

But Ling Bo only slightly entered the "Zhixuan Realm."

[Lingbo Weibu (Perfection)]

It seems that Deng Tai'a is right. If he wants to break through, he must practice his skills to the extreme.

Lu Yuan calmed down and said to Wu Ju calmly: "Do you have anything else to say?

If not, just hit the road. "

Wu Ju gritted his teeth with hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Lu Yuan's speed was too fast, coupled with his physique far beyond the ordinary Vajra realm, and his extremely domineering boxing skills, he was unable to parry.

Ordinary sword energy couldn't even break through Lu Yuan's defense.

The killing move that had been charged for a long time could not even be touched by Lu Yuan's shadow.

Lu Yuan's every blow was instantaneous, and the multiple blows caused him to suffer serious internal injuries.

If this continues, even if he is not beaten to death by Lu Yuan, he will be exhausted to death.

Thinking of this, a trace of despair flashed in Wu Ju's eyes.

Why is this Lu Yuan so strong? !

After decades of hard training, why am I still not as good as a young man in his tenth year? !

Lu Yuan saw that Wu Ju had lost his fighting spirit, so he said coldly: "Is there anything you want to say?"

"Then let's hit the road."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of Wu Ju.

Wu Ju closed his eyes in despair, only cursing Lu Yuan in his heart.

Boom!

Suddenly a heavy bell rang in the inn, and Wu Ju flew backwards and hit the wall.

But he opened his eyes wide and couldn't hide his joy.

I saw four people standing in front of Lu Yuan.

One of them held a long sword that looked like a ruler in both hands, pressed against Lu Yuan's fist, and said with a pale face: "Donor Lu, please stop first."

A middle-aged woman with a huge chest, shaking like a tide, blocked Lu Yuan's abdomen with a horizontal sword, and said with a hard smile: "Young master's punches are so heavy, even the slave family can hardly bear it."

A middle-aged man in his forties with an extremely ferocious face and full of evil aura put his sword against Lu Yuan's chest, licked his lips and said, "This physique is comparable to Li Dangxin, right?"

The oldest man, who looked to be almost a hundred years old, did not draw his sword, but held the scabbard in front of Lu Yuan. The sword energy on his body alone was able to offset the residual power of Lu Yuan's Bajiquan.

Seeing the arrival of the four people, Wu Ju couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Kill him!"

But the four of them turned a deaf ear to Wu Ju's words. Seeing that Lu Yuan had no intention of taking action again, they all sheathed their swords and stood aside in silence.

"Wu Family Sword Tomb, are you determined to protect Wu Ju?" Lu Yuan glanced at the four people, his eyes finally stopped on Cui Meigong's face, and said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to hide the dirt?!"

Cui Meigong gave a salute and said calmly: "Donor Lu, don't be anxious.

Mr. Lu will naturally be given an explanation for what happened today. "

Explain?

Wu Ju was stunned.

He was the one who was injured, why should he give Lu Yuan an explanation?

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

Before he could speak, a slender, wrinkled hand had already pressed on his shoulder, followed by an indifferent old voice.

"Second brother, what happened this time is indeed your fault."