Clad in the Heavenly Emperor armour and wielding the Heavenly Emperor spear.
When the spear struck out, his body was also pushed by the powerful qi, flying into the sky in the opposite direction.
At this moment, Lu Xingkong was mighty and domineering, like a deity had descended.
A lion that had fought hundreds of battles, how could any cat or dog provoke him?
Of course, if it was a tiger that provoked him, then it would be a different story.
It was like a giant demon or a heartless man that had broken his oath had appeared on the ground, and a bolt of lightning was rolling over, determined to strike them into charcoal.
Lu Xingkong's spear was pointing, and the lightning bolted in the direction of Song Gudu.
Rumble — —
In the sky, a fiery red tail was dragged out by its long scalding body.
The white light was blazing, illuminating the entire viewing platform like an illusory light and shadow.
The wrath of thunder, all things bow their heads.
When the spear struck out, heaven and earth lost their colour.
On Mist Mountain, tens of thousands of beasts were cowering in their nests, their heads bowed, and dared not look up.
The scarred Sword God Square once again buzzed and trembled, and a large number of gravel tumbled toward the sword channel that Mu Dingyi had created, producing crackling noises from time to time.
Even the pedestrians who had been driven to the foot of the mountain, frightened by the thunder, were fleeing in all directions, wailing like ghosts and howling like wolves, as though a different world was about to come.
Xumi spear!
This spear was the Dragon clan spear technique hidden in the little box that Li Muyang had given him.
After Lu Xingkong obtained this Spear Technique, he entered the virtual illusion. Day and night, he poured his Strength Qi again and again to touch it. He observed the profoundness of the spear over and over again. Finally, he had some comprehension and absorbed it for his own use.
This spear was the Dragon spear.
This was the Dragon spear that Li Muyang had given him.
He knew that in a fight against a strong cultivator of Song Gudu's level, the slightest difference would be the difference of a thousand miles.
It may be just a small detail mistake, but it may be magnified infinitely in his eyes, and then become the fatal key point of his counterattack.
Therefore, he used the Xumi spear.
He did not know how much Song Gudu knew about the Heavenly Emperor spear, whether it was one or nine, or more or less.
However, he would never take this risk.
What he used was the Xumi spear, the spear of the Dragon clan, and also a spear technique that Song Gudu would certainly be unfamiliar with.
What Lu Xingkong wanted was a one-hit kill.
Even if he couldn't do it, he wanted to use this shot to cause substantial damage to Song Gudu.
"Roar …"
Song Gudu was unmoved.
He was still standing in the same place, on the viewing platform, below Lu Xingkong, who was executing his spear technique.
Above his head, the lightning dragon brandished its claws and whizzed over, threatening to ignite his withered body at any time and tear it into pieces.
However, even now, he still had a relieved smile on his face.
"I see," Song Gudu said softly. Although no one could hear what he said, he was probably the only one who could hear it.
Of course, he was saying it for himself to hear.
The knot in his heart had been resolved, and his body instantly relaxed.
His thoughts were clear, and his Spiritual Sense instantly became clear.
The question that had been lingering in his heart for many years had finally been answered today.
When he said 'Li Muyang is his grandson', all the mysteries and inconceivable things could be explained.
Li Muyang was Lu Xingkong's grandson, and Lu Qiji was just the 'leopard cat' that replaced the Crown Prince.
Li Muyang was his grandson, and Li Muyang was possessed by the Dragon clan. Lu Xingkong knew all this, so he hurriedly replaced his grandson with his granddaughter, and sent the real bloodline of the Lu clan to Jiangnan that very night — —
In order to protect the safety of the pair of servant girls and his seriously ill grandson, he unexpectedly sent his most powerful three souls and seven spirits to escort them.
In order to treat the seriously ill child who was possessed by the Dragon clan, he did not hesitate to ask Spiritual Master Ziyang, one of the seven Taoist spiritual masters, to come and treat his grandson — —
Over the past ten years, the Song family had secretly sent more than a dozen masters to test the waters, but they were all killed by Spiritual Master Ziyang.
While the Song family was sending masters, presumably the other families were also not idle. As a result, Li Muyang was still alive, not only alive and well, but was also enrolled into Starry Sky Academy. Moreover, he instantly developed and grew, and finally became a behemoth. Even Mu Dingyi of the Still water sword school was defeated in his hands.
To break through the interception of Spiritual Master Ziyang, only a master of his level could personally take action. However, he was too big of a target, as long as there was a slight movement, it would attract the attention of countless eyes — —
Before he had a way to determine the true identity of Li Muyang, he would not do such a crazy thing.
Unless he was ready to shed all pretense of cordiality with the Lu Family at that time, unless he had already thought of uprooting the Lu clan more than ten years ago — —
But, at that time, was the Song family ready?
Song Gudu lifted his head, casting a glance at the lightning dragon in the sky.
In his eye sockets, the whites of his eyes had completely disappeared, and the black pupils were instantly occupied. The entire eye sockets were plunged into darkness, like a pitch-black night sky.
In the night, there were stars and a cold moon hanging high in the sky.
The lightning dragon was also in the darkness.
In the huge darkness, it was like a slithering silver snake, darting and extending towards the shore that could never be reached.
Sssss — —
The silver snake in his pupils had disappeared.
The lightning dragon above Song Gudu's head had also disappeared.
Lu Xingkong's all-out attack not only did not cause any harm to Song Gudu, but did not even touch the edge of his clothes.
"A thousand years in a blink." Someone exclaimed.
"A thousand years in a blink, stretching time infinitely — — In our eyes, the lightning is right above Old immortal Song's head, and may fall at any time. But in his eyes, the time of the lightning dragon's attack is stretched out infinitely — — the longer it is, the longer it disappears in the long river of time, and can no longer stir up any waves — — "
"A thousand years in a blink sounds mysterious and mysterious, but it is even more incredible — — it is the ability to transform time into space, and then infinitely stretch and widen — — In the Astral projection realm, one thought lives, one thought dies, this is the principle — —"
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Lu Xingkong did not expect that his attack would be so easily resolved by Song Gudu, and that he was using the Xumi spear that was extremely unfamiliar to the entire divine continent.
Could it be that the difference in strength between him and Song Gudu was that great?
Song Gudu had just broken through the starry sky and leapt into the Astral projection realm. His current realm should belong to the lower stages of the Astral projection realm.
Lu Xingkong belonged to the Starry Sky realm, and even with the support of the Xumi spear, he was only at the middle stages of the Starry Sky realm. Comparing the middle stages of the Starry Sky realm and the lower stages of the Astral projection realm, there was still a difference of one realm and two stages.
Cultivation was like rowing a boat against the current. The higher one climbed to the top, the stronger the impact of the current.
The higher one climbed, the more difficult it was to break through.
More than ten years ago, Song Gudu was already at the upper stages of the Starry Sky realm, and was respectfully called the 'Eye of the Starry Sky' by the people of Tiandu. In other words, below the Starry Sky, he was the first.
However, no one thought that it would take more than ten years to leap from the Starry Sky to the Astral projection realm.
What he did not expect was that the reason he was able to break through was because he was inspired by Li Muyang's breakthrough — —
A thousand years in a blink of an eye. This was not a cultivation technique, not a sword technique, it could be called a 'miracle'.
The first spear had disappeared so quietly. Lu Xingkong was extremely aggrieved and unwilling to accept it.
Could it be that the gap between him and Song Gudu was so huge?
Lu Xingkong was unwilling.
He also couldn't give up.
If he gave up at this time, then Li Muyang, Lu Qingming, the entire Lu clan, and the thousand-year lifeline of the West Wind Kingdom — — would perish on Mist Mountain and be forever buried in the dust of history?
His body stood tall in mid-air, his right hand holding the spear, thrusting it into the sky.
The spear in his hand transformed into a silver dragon that soared into the sky, piercing through the clouds like a real divine dragon roaming beyond the Ninth Heaven.
Hu — —
The dragon head descended from the clouds, opening its bloody mouth as it charged in the direction of Song Gudu.
He was not just a lightning dragon, not just a light and shadow.
But a real dragon.
The giant dragon hidden in the black box.
He was summoned out by Lu Xingkong, and then charged at Song Gudu.
Song Gudu still had his head raised, his eyes wide open, his pupils as dark as ink, and there was not a trace of white in his eyes.
In his pupils, the silver dragon was darting over again.
Swoosh — —
In the darkness, a large shining golden hand suddenly appeared.
The huge hand grabbed the neck of the dragon that was rushing down, and then exerted force with both hands, wanting to break the dragon's neck.
"Ao — —"
The silver dragon's body was twisting and struggling desperately, and its head was shaking frantically.
It wanted to break free from the invisible giant hand, swoop down, and swallow the short head into its stomach.
However, no matter how hard it tried, there was no way to break free from the big golden hand.
The old man looked so thin, so short, but had the power to move mountains and overturn the seas. Like a god, any species was so small in front of him, and any power was so weak in front of him.
It was an unsolvable power.
The little gap in cultivation level, in a fight, was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Song Gudu closed his eyes, and then opened them again.
Kacha — —
A crisp sound rang out.
The giant dragon's head that was clamped down by the giant golden palm broke into two with a crack.
"Pff — —"
Suffering the backlash of this powerful qi, Lu Xingkong, who was flying in mid-air, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and staggered toward the ground.
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