Chapter 290: Just because I looked at you more

Seeing the temperament of Suzaku, Lu Xuanzhi smiled, okay! As expected, you, Suzaku, ambitious!
"Okay, you go first, just make your own shape, remember to come back quickly to protect my master, I will stay here alone, afraid!" Lu Xuanjia smiled.
Even knowing he was joking, Suzaku rolled his eyes: "Are you sure you are alone?"
Suzaku looked at Lu Xuanjia. In addition to the Lilong, the Shadow Servant, the Yuqin Demon, the newly conquered Black Tiger, the nightmare that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, there is also Fu Lu Baby!
Just that, dare you say that you are alone?
"Of course, am I not a human or a dog?" Lu Xuanjia replied solemnly.
Suzaku blinked. It seemed that when he was in Earth Star, he always heard of single dogs, which seemed to be another name for people.
"Single dog!"
"Single dog!"
"Single dog!"
Suzaku yelled without hesitation, yelling, while flying away, so fast that Lu Xuanjia couldn't even beat it.
Lu Xuanjia's mouth twitched slightly, you are a single dog, heh, Wannian single dog!
What a naive little Suzaku! Of course someone as handsome as me has a wife, although...she may be a ghost, but I don't dislike it!
Suzaku was gone. Lu Xuanjia sat down and read the book of swords in his hand. Even the tiger could realize a bit of sword intent. He didn't believe that he would not get any benefit by putting this peerless sword immortal in front of him.
Am I right? brothers!
Lu Xuanzhi raised his head and glanced at the corpse of the sword fairy standing next to him.
"Hiss!" Lu Xuanzhi jumped up in shock, only to feel a burst of hair standing on his back.
Just now, when he looked up like this, he always felt that the corpse of the sword fairy seemed to be looking at him.
It shouldn't be! Not to mention this peerless sword fairy, now it's just a corpse, and there are no eyeballs in this empty brain!
There are no eyeballs, how can you look at each other?
"What's the matter?" Seeing his shocked performance, the Yuqin demon, who tried to hold the sword in various positions with the sword in the piano, and the black tiger who had just gotten down and dozed and healed, looked at him and threw Suspicious eyes.
"This……"
"You said it's possible that the sword immortal didn't die? I feel like he's looking at me!" Lu Xuanjia smiled awkwardly and replied.
Yuqin Yao looked up at the corpse of the sword fairy, and then told Lu Xuanzhi with a serious face: "It's dead! How do you want him to die? Why don't you tell me what you think?"
There is only one bone frame left, how could it not be dead?
It had to look at what Lu Xuanzhi saw as death.
"This...no! I mean..."
Lu Xuanzhi struggled to explain, but the feeling just now was really hard to describe.
Except for the self that I really feel, I am afraid that others will not believe it.
"Yeah!" Yuqin demon looked at him, with an expression that you continued to say, I was listening.
"Hey! Forget it! Maybe I think too much." Looking at his expression, Lu Xuanzhi waved his hand, sat down again, and read the sword book depressedly.
"Fuck! This Nima is a sword book? It's almost outrageous!" Lu Xuanjia was speechless again when he opened the sword book.
Who painted this sword book? Can't draw comics? It's okay to draw stickman!
You... are all flat, oblique, and intersecting lines. What's the matter?
Children's graffiti is better than your image!
Just tell me, who can understand such a soul's sword spectrum?
Heihu came over in silence, what's the matter? Don’t you understand?
Isn't it very simple?
"..." Lu Xuanzhi pushed away the head that Heihu had approached. You are not a human being, you are a beast.
Facing this speechless sword book, Lu Xuanzhi was at a loss, and looked up at Brother Jian Xian.
Then he fell.
The eyes were facing each other, there was no eye. A pair of eyes and a pair of hollow eyeholes looked at each other. Lu Xuanzhi felt that his whole person was sublimated, and the surrounding scenery began to change, as if turning back in time.
The sun and the moon turned upside down, and the vegetation withered, until the bone frame standing in front of him became a muscular person.
A seat of white clothes is gentle, with a bit fierce temperament.
In the Tao Bone Immortal Wind, there is still aloofness that surpasses ordinary immortals.
The so-called sword immortal is immortal. In the realm listed by the cultivators, the immortal is below the god, no matter how powerful the immortal is, it is impossible to be an enemy of the god.
However, the realm is only the realm, and the specific realm name is used to measure the strength of strength.
Immortals are under gods because the impression that immortals give people is far inferior to gods.
The born that day possesses an absolute power to dominate and cannot be surpassed.
Today's cultivators, probably no one knows, in fact, in the age of the first birth of the universe, immortals contended, and they could also compete with gods.
God was born from the universe itself, is the natural bred of the universe, is born with the powerful power from the universe, and is also the guardian responsible for maintaining the order of the rules of the universe.
In the current era, the realm has reached the level, but that is not a true god, but just a realm and a title.
It's like the immortals are not immortals now.
Lu Xuanjia wished to call it an ancient and ancient immortal.
The sword immortal in front of him was just such an ancient immortal.
The ancient gods protect the road, and the ancient immortals break the road.
Guxian is a group of people who are unwilling to be arranged by fate. They are born to be ordinary. Can they only be ordinary and obey the arrangements of fate?
The ancient immortals were not convinced, so the ancient monks were born. They practiced the Tao that they identified and that could change their own destiny. The ultimate goal was to break the so-called destiny arrangement and determine their own lives.
The ancient gods and ancient immortals have therefore stood on opposite sides since their birth.
There was also an era of rivalry, and then the ancient immortal fell.
In addition to the ancient gods guarding the way, the strength is strong, the ancient immortal wants to break the destiny, and it is not easy to walk out of his own path.
More, probably because later cultivators gradually lost their original intentions?
I only know how to practice, I only know how to fight, I only know how to fight hard and bravely for benefits with meager strength, but forget the generations of predecessors who walked this way, with a heart that will never give up and climb the peak.
The era that Jianxian lived in was such an era of the decline of immortality, and in which era the realm of cultivation was preliminarily drawn up and recognized by all beings in the universe.
As the last lonely walker on the path of immortality, Jian Xian has always been unwilling to his own realm of strength. No matter what others call him Jian Xian or Sword God, he feels that he is almost.
His swordsmanship is still a bit close, and there is a higher realm beyond what he has mastered and understood now.
Is it not enough that flowers are swords, leaves are swords, and hearts are swords?
With such doubts, Jian Xian traveled through 33 star regions, and finally came here, an ordinary place in Tianheng star region.
He settled in the valley until one day he saw the wind blow the leaves of the vines on the cliff wall, and the slender leaves clash, as if they were trying their swords.