Supreme City.

The top of the Hundred Saints Tower.

Lu Jing seemed to be thinking, "She is coming soon."

The old man next to him said lightly, "It's not bad to be able to break through the Wanxiang Immortal Capture Array."

Lu Jingtong was slightly stunned, "Old Feng thinks she is not good enough?"

Mr. Feng was a little disdainful, "If her sword heart is as strong as you said, then the sword intent she can exert should be much stronger than now. How could she be injured? It took so long for even breaking into the formation to be well-known? Her swordsmanship is still far from that, your requirements are too low."

"It's Mr. Feng that you have too high requirements."

Lu Jingtong smiled faintly, and her eyes fell on a figure in the distance.

Miao Yue, who was covered with blood on her white clothes, was walking step by step from the boundary of the horizon.

The sword intent emerged from the body and formed in a smooth shape. Every step he took, the sword intent would rise up. Under the light of the Baisheng Tower, his body also became taller and taller. Not long after, he arrived in front of the Baisheng Tower. She stood up, stared at Lu Jingtong on the tower, and said calmly, "Lord Lu, I'm here."

"Miao Yue, you are here, it's great."

Lu Jingtong said slowly, "It's not that I deliberately made things difficult for you. During the sacrificial period of the Hundred Saints, outsiders are prohibited from entering tomorrow. If you must come here, you must pass the Wanxiang Immortal Capture Array. If you do it, just say anything."

Miao Yue's eyes were firm, "I have two things."

Lu Jingtong nodded, "Tell me."

Miao Yue looked up at Baisheng Tower, "First, I want to fight with you."

"Um?"

Lu Jingtong smiled slightly. It was not surprising that there were thousands of people in the heavens who wanted to fight him, so there were countless people coming to Supreme City. There were only twelve people who could come here in ten thousand years, and only two people who had really fought.

Miao Yue's heart was slightly tight.

Lu Jingtong's smile made her feel a sense of fear. Although it was very weak, it was real. This was something that had never been achieved in these days.

Her sword heart was as stable as a mountain of Shu, and she would never be shaken by the quasi-saint. But Lu Jingtong made her shake for a moment, and Lu Jingtong was obviously not a saint. If she felt it carefully, it felt like she was suppressed in the realm, but more like the difference in origin.

Very strange.

She calmed down and said in a deep voice, "It is Shushan's responsibility to arrest evil spirits. As a Shushan sword cultivator, I must give it a try when I come here. If I can beat the city lord... I will think of taking you back and let you accept the verdict."

When I said that, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

"presumptuous!"

Hearing Miao Yue's announcement, Lu Jingtong still smiled, but Mr. Feng next to him couldn't help it and scolded, "Do you know what you are talking about? Even if Master Taiwu comes here by himself, he will never dare to say that he wants to take the city lord back and let the city lord accept the ruling? It's so ridiculous!"

His words were full of momentum, and Miao Yue couldn't speak for a moment.

His mind became tighter again. If Lu Jing was both doubtful, this Mr. Feng was an absolute saint, at least he was equivalent to a saint.

The Taiwu Master will occasionally have that kind of power, but it will never be so sharp and long and irresistible.

The rumors outside are true, there are really saints in the Supreme City.

Mr. Feng said something was not a false statement. With a saint here, even if Master Taiwu is here, he can't say anything to bring Lu Jingtong to accept the verdict. But why did she say it just now? Realizing this, she was stunned again.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Feng."

Lu Jingtong turned her head and whispered, "Actually it's not her being arrogant, it's her sword heart."

"Well, isn't her sword heart any more?"

Mr. Feng was a little confused and said slowly, "What Jian Xin said is different from what he said?"

Lu Jingtong smiled and said, "She has it. Her sword heart is a bit different from her nature. Maybe it's because something went wrong in her cultivation, I can feel it."

Mr. Feng disagreed and said in a deep voice, "Jing Tong, how do you know she didn't mean it? Some sword cultivators deliberately indulge their own sword hearts, and they are cautious and seek stability, but the sword hearts are arrogant and arrogant. This is also a way to hone their sword intent."

Lu Jing said in a gentle voice, "I know, but Shushan does not have such a sword cultivator. Mr. Feng, don't care about this little thing."

"What you said, what else can I do?"

Mr. Feng glanced at him, with a deep meaning, "It's up to you, but if outsiders know that you, the city lord, are so tolerant and don't even care about provocation in person, who would care about the name of the Supreme?"

"It doesn't matter if you care or not."

Lu Jingtong shook her head, as if she was a little helpless, turned to Miao Yue and said, "Miao Yue, are you sure you want to fight me?"

"yes."

Miao Yue calmed down and said everything, so it was naturally impossible to take it back.

The instinct of the sword cultivator is to fight. As for the investigation, it is after the battle. Even if the second half of the sentence comes from strange things, it will not change this.

"good."

Lu Jingtong nodded and walked slowly down.

As soon as he landed on the ground, his figure immediately grew up and rose in the wind. Within half a breath, it was tens of thousands of feet high.

Most of the body is in the clouds, and it is clearly seen. Because the golden light from the majestic eyes reflects the entire world thoroughly. Under the golden light, the tall body is like a god, and most of the whole body is covered with scale armor. The occasionally exposed muscles are vigorous and powerful, and are clearly tied, like ancient pines on the mountain.

Miao Yue's sword intent phantom is also very tall, more than a hundred feet long, but compared with Lu Jing, it is not even reachable to the toes.

Miao Yue felt her heart tightened. Unlike her body that was condensed with sword intent, Lu Jingtong's body was completely real, as if a person had truly grown to this level, and could clearly sense all the flesh, skin, bones and veins. The power filled with it was also extremely powerful, like waves rising and falling, which could burst out at any time. The body had expanded so many times, but its strength was not worse than that of itself, and it was even better.

"Lord Lu, it turns out that you are meditating?"

There is no such huge practitioner in the world. Lu Jingtong should have used a rare Zen masterpiece, the world, the world, and the unity of heaven and man, and can turn one realm and even several realms into Vajra Dharma. One punch and one kick carry the power of the heavens, and it is invincible.

What a reliable opponent.

This is the first time I have encountered such a strong man after going through this journey.

The fighting spirit emanated from Miao Yue and instantly burned to the extreme, and a rare feeling of excitement overflowed from the heart of the sword.

Even Yishui Jian couldn't stand it anymore.

"No, come and fight."

Lu Jingtong shouted angrily and punched out, and the dark clouds pressed down, as if the sky collapsed.

Miao Yue was not willing to be outdone, and then her figure jumped up. A hundred-foot long sword suddenly appeared in her hand. The light and shadow were everywhere, and it was impossible to see whether it was a phantom or a real existence. She only saw the vast sword intent, which was like the sea, burst out from the sword in waves one after another, instantly enveloped Lu Jingtong, who was thousands of feet tall.

At the same time, many golden lights shone out from the Baisheng Tower, like needles and threads, endlessly surrounding the battlefield where the two were.

Mr. Feng on the Baisheng Tower was nowhere to be seen, sitting on a formation eye in the tower.

"It's a lot of trouble, it's a lot of trouble."

It seems to be scolding something.
Chapter completed!