immediately.
He walked around Lu Hen Ge and moved forward.
Not long after.
He saw Lu Hen Ge again.
Lu Hen Ge was not in a hurry to act. He had originally planned to leave the first kill after his rebirth to Qiu Liu, but now it seemed that Qiu Liu could only be ranked second.
The disciple wandered around for a long time and finally discovered that the fog in front of him was a formation.
"What do you mean?"
The disciple spoke coldly.
have a look!
Even the Son of God is no longer called.
Lu Henge casually drew a line in the air, and countless mists flowed along with his fingers. Then, an ice-blue water-condensed long sword slowly condensed. "I am a soft-hearted person. I can't stand others saying bad things about me."
Seeing this.
The disciple's eyes widened.
Spiritual power takes shape!
This is a method that can only be used after building the foundation.
But didn’t Lu Hen Ge lose all his cultivation?
How can he still have this ability? !
wrong!
The disciple quickly calmed down. Lu Henge was an eighth-grade alchemist. He must have taken some kind of elixir that allowed him to temporarily use his spiritual power.
"Lu Henge."
"I have reached the great success of foundation building, and I am only one step away from the golden elixir."
"You are a useless person now, so control your temper, otherwise other people won't be as easy to talk to as I am."
Next second.
Lu Hen Ge raised his finger and pointed at the disciple in the air.
The edge of the icy long sword trembled slightly and turned along with Lu Hen Ge's fingers.
Seeing this.
The disciple finally panicked.
As a monk, he always believed in his sixth sense, but he actually felt the threat of death under the tip of this ice-blue sword.
"Lu Henge, you..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Just a breath.
An ice-blue sword appeared behind the man, with a little blood on the sharp blade.
Gurgling......
The disciple swallowed, and a blood line appeared at his Adam's apple, running through his neck. Blood gushed out from the blood line, but was quickly frozen into extremely beautiful blood-colored ice crystals.
Lu Hen Ge's eyes were indifferent. He waved his hand casually, and the thick fog around him began to dissipate: "So much nonsense."
Boom!
A head fell to the ground.
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