This is a Miracle

Come on, let me try.

Old Luwei is very casual. Unlike most of the kings the Queen has met, he is a miraculous entity with a long history of accumulation. Therefore, the senior sister does not know how much potential Old Luwei can bear to be tapped.

Now, pull out your sword, the senior sister's voice came from in front of Lao Luwei: cut it at me.

Um?

Old Luwei was stunned for a moment, his eyes trembled slightly, and then he smiled: So, is that so?

The senior sister disappeared, and the person who stood in front of Lao Luwei in her place was one of the senior brothers he was very familiar with, the Lixueshan Xianzhai whom Bai Luo met before.

My demonic barrier.

Old Luwei slowly drew his sword: From the beginning to the end, it's all you.

What's wrong?

In Bai Luo's sight, Lao Luwei just looked at his senior sister, and then there was no movement. Even Bai Luo, as the master of miracles, could not detect Lao Luwei's current state.

He's coming to his senses.

The senior sister said: But I don't know what he saw.

The queen's abilities are not used well enough by the senior sister. If it were her, it would probably be easier.

puff!!

At this moment, in the world of Lao Luwei, after a flash of swords and swords, the old man successfully killed Xian Zhai of Lixue Mountain.

Why?

For my lord, Old Luwei looked at General Dong to the end and said without changing his expression: To be loyal!

Lao Luwei spent his whole life looking for a master for himself, selling him his martial arts skills, and then being a loyal minister for the rest of his life until he wielded the sword for the last time and died.

As expected of you, Senior Brother.

Are you next? Old Luwei said, Shizuo.

Ah, it's me, it's me.

Shi Zuozheng returned, Lao Luwei's twelfth junior brother, and the youngest one brought back by his master outside the Xianzhai of Lixue Mountain.

I am no match for you, Senior Brother, so can you put down the sword and let's talk slowly?

He was wearing a thin haori, with a fan and sword stuck in the belt around his waist. His overall temperament was more like that of a scholar than a warrior: I'm different from Li Xue, I'm a cultural person. .”

Stop lying, kid!

Lao Luwei swung his sword away, but at the moment when it was about to touch Shizuo's neck, a blade blocked Lao Luwei's attack.

Oh, oh, oh, don't worry. Please listen to the little one and say a few words. Just say a few words.

Shut up, you brat!

Regardless of whether the Shizuo in front of him was the twelfth junior brother whom Old Luwei knew, if it was really him, then he couldn't let him speak.

Each of Lao Luwei's thirteen brothers has outstanding talents.

Li Xueshan Xianzhai was good at training soldiers, and his methods of governance were extremely clever. Unlike General Dong, Shizuo was an eloquent person, and his best thing was lobbying all parties to gain trust.

In terms of purely verbal skills, Shizuo was much better than Helbo, so Lao Luwei didn't want to listen to his nonsense.

He wanted to kill this kid with two swords, and no more than three moves at most. Otherwise, if he finished his sentence, Lao Luwei might not be able to make another move.

Bang!

Um?

However, a figure stopped in front of Old Luwei: Ahem, please stop.

With a pale face and a stunning appearance, this was a woman in her twenties, wearing a light green feather dress, but she put her hand in front of her mouth, coughing repeatedly, looking sickly: What's the reason, senior brother? Are you going to kill our fellow sect members? Gu

Little flower water.

The Baihe clan was hiding in the water, and although the woman looked weak, the blade in her hand did not weaken at all, and she did not lose even when faced with the pressure of Old Reed.

However, there seemed to be something really wrong with her physical condition, so after just a few confrontations, she already showed signs of physical exhaustion.

Is the phantom extracted from my heart?

Do you think we are ghosts?

Jibe Mingsan also did not wear a blade.

He sat on a rock and looked down at the old reed from behind: If you think it is, then just take it as a good thing. Anyway, it doesn't matter.

How can it be okay, Ninth Senior Brother?

The person who came was a woman. She was wearing two blades and had her hands in her sleeves: If we are real, senior brother will not be able to do it.

Did I say yes, Senior Brother?

Different from the beautiful porcelain-like Dark Flower Water, Dao Jing Liuyue had a long and narrow scar on her face. She looked at Old Luwei with a hint of teasing, and at the same time slowly drew her sword. She was the only one among the brothers. The two-sword style.

Boom!

In terms of sword skills, Dao Jing Liuyue is a formidable enemy that even Lao Lu Wei dares not look down upon!

Boom boom boom!

The blade remains the same, but there is doubt. You are wondering why we are so real, right?

While fighting with Lao Luwei, Dao Jing Liuyue spoke his heart: Since you have no fear, why don't you kill me!

Boom!!!

One knife blocked two. Just as Lao Luwei was about to take action, An Huashui attacked from his blind spot.

The tough old Luwei had to fend off Dao Jing Liuyue to avoid the opponent's sneak attack.

Crack!

Ding.

Dao Jing Liuyue stood still, sheathed her sword, and shouted: Come here, why are you still hiding? Come out and see our senior brother, he is going to kill us all!

Pap-pap-pap-pap.

The visitor clapped his hands. He was short in stature and always had a vague smile on his face. He was the Sheguan Fengtai Pavilion whom Bai Luo had met not long ago.

monkey.

Stop scratching your head.

Ruiyuyuan Baimei is dressed as a military general. She is wearing white armor. She looks like a statue of Guanyin carved from jade. She is sacred and yet gorgeous.

Is that kid Li Xue dead? Isn't that a little too much, Senior Brother Lu Wei?

Three figures appeared not far away one after another, and the person who spoke was called Wubudu Zhaoyu. Among all the brothers, he was second only to Lao Luwei in strength.

But at this time, Wubudu sighed repeatedly: He should die in the hands of the enemy, but why, do you want to kill him just because he wants to die?

This is destiny, everyone is determined by God.

The third senior brother, Iyo Shougengong, and the fourth senior brother, Tamako Inshouzuka, both of them have seen too much killing each other and seem to have become accustomed to it: So in the end, are we the same, we can only kill each other without leaving any survivors?

That's all.

Iyomaru is a man, but he is even more beautiful than a woman. He picked up the wooden flute in his hand, and the transparent white gauze falling from his head fluttered in the wind: You can fight if you want. If you win or lose, let me know. One sound.

If senior brother wins, Iyoshou said, he will kill me as well. I will not swing my sword at any of you under any circumstances.

Junior sister, I am the same.

Li Gu A Zhu held a bamboo stick and knocked on the ground. She was blind, but her sword skills were so superb that even Old Lu Wei would get chills on his neck just thinking about it: Senior brother, I can't repay my kindness. If you want to take my life, take it. , so why not.”