Volume 13: Sword Immortal Chapter 5: Today
Lin Xiu's hand holding the gun barrel creaked, and the tip of the gun spun out a gun flower , and the moment the words fell, it had already smashed towards the face of Qiangqi Demon Lord!
clang!
Shura Dao lifted up the tip of the spear, hoping to make Lin Xiu return empty-handed.
But he didn't expect that in just a blink of an eye, the tip of the gun mysteriously bypassed the blade and stabbed his arm.
One of them was a top-level Demon Lord, and the other was a monk at the Venerable Realm. Their speed was so fast that even their afterimages became blurred.
The tip of the gun and the Shura sword can collide hundreds of times in one breath.
The spear and the Shura sword collided again, and then knocked each other away.
"The second breath." Lin Xiu's calm voice sounded in the ears of Qiangqi Demon Lord at the right time.
He made full use of the advantages of long weapons. He first poked the Qiangqi Demon Lord's right eye with the spear, then twisted the spear body and danced it into a tornado.
It's a real tornado.
A tornado of strong winds arose at the right time, as sharp as a knife, and attached to the tip of the gun.
This is already a shift from an offensive to a killing move.
Although the strength of the Qiangqi Demon Lord is far inferior to that of Lin Xiu, no matter what, he is at the same level as Lin Xiu in terms of realm and can still see danger.
Frightened for a moment, he reacted quickly, fought back frantically, and tried his best to dodge and resist.
At this moment, the Qiangqi Demon Lord's skin, which was like black armor, gradually turned dark purple.
The divine and demonic bodies are fully displayed.
The space around his body seemed to be collapsing.
This is caused by the Qiangqi Demon Lord's physique pressing on space, which can crush everything.
This is enough to prove how powerful the top demon lord-level demons are when they use their divine and demonic bodies.
However, Lin Xiu is not someone to be underestimated.
He is the cultivator who governs the Central Martial Domain and the leader of the Dao Sect.
Lin Xiu used all her strength to activate her magic power, and her cultivation had been pushed to the extreme at this time.
The strong wind was surging, the spear tip shone brightly, sweeping across the world, endless fighting spirit enveloped the heaven and earth, the murderous intent was overwhelming, and smashed towards the Qiangqi Demon Lord.
It is everywhere and omnipresent, and there is no way to avoid it.
Puff, puff, puff! Puff, puff, puff!
During this process, the bodies of the demon cultivators who had surrounded them exploded one after another.
Even though their divine and demonic bodies are extremely powerful, even if they are just "touched" by the aftermath, they still have no room for resistance. They will explode in the immediate moment, turning into a ball of blood mist, and their minds and souls will be destroyed.
This is not an opponent of the same level at all.
The scene was cleared in an instant.
At that moment, within the area where the spear reached, there were no other living creatures except the Qiangqi Demon Lord, and all the surrounding demon cultivators were turned into dust.
The Qiangqi Demon Lord was shocked.
It is clear that they are at the same level in terms of cultivation realm, but the gap is so huge that it makes people despair.
Buzz!
With the blessing of his divine and demonic body, the Qiangqi Demon Lord tried his best to block it, holding up his Shura Sword, drawing a streak of blood-red light, blocking the spear.
But it was all in vain. Lin Xiu's attack was extremely domineering. In an instant, the streak of blood light was turned into blood mist, and the wrist bones of the Qiangqi Demon Lord who was holding the knife were broken.
But that’s not all.
The hairs on the Qiangqi Demon Lord's body stood up, his muscles were tense, and he felt as if he was falling into an icy cave.
"Tianlong!" he roared, using all his strength to activate the talent of the Asura bloodline.
Between heaven and earth, an extremely huge figure appeared behind the already burly body of the Qiangqi Demon Lord and was gathering together.
That was the spirit of a celestial dragon, revealing itself.
What is ultimate power?
The current cultivation level of the Qiangqi Demon Lord is enough to bless himself with the power of a celestial dragon.
This is the ultimate power.
But... he was still a step slow.
Phew!
Like a dragon raising its head.
Lin Xiu's real forbidden killing move appeared, and he launched a fatal attack.
The light on that silver spear was flowing like autumn water, the shadow of the spear was like a silver bottle suddenly breaking, the strong wind was like a tornado, and the moves were as exquisite as an antelope hanging on a horn, all natural and perfect.
No one saw it clearly, and no one understood it, as the spear pierced the Qiangqi Demon Lord through and through naturally.
The body of the Qiangqi Demon Lord, which was gradually turning purple, was like a layer of thin paper and could not withstand a single blow.
"The third breath!"
Lin Xiu pulled out his spear, drawing a stream of blood from the body of the Qiangqi Demon Lord, with an expressionless face.
That long spear was now surrounded by a green aura, as if it was rejoicing, humming, or leaping for joy.
The spear is called...
Happy meeting.
Happy at the sight of blood.
"Ah... don't let him go!" The Qiangqi Demon Lord screamed, his eyes widened, issued his last order before death, and then died on the spot.
Lin Xiu raised the green-colored Xiang Jian Huan, looked at the demon cultivators who were hesitantly surrounding her, and said with a calm smile, "You guys can't stop me with your siege like this."
At least there must be a top strong man who can take the lead to restrain him, and then draw him into the center of the military formation. Only such a situation can be called siege.
However, it took him no more than twenty breaths from the time he made his move to the end of the battle, and the Qiangqi Demon Lord was not in the center of the military formation, but at the head of the million-strong demon army.
Under such circumstances, we are still a long way from forming a siege.
Lin Xiu looked around at the endless demon army that was like a tide, and suddenly grasped Xiang Jianhuan with both hands, thrusting it downwards, as if treating the void as the earth, and then inserted the tip of the gun into the ground.
A powerful ripple spread out from the point where the gun tip landed, followed by hundreds of tornadoes rising out of thin air, completely submerging Lin Xiu's figure, and then sweeping around.
In the midst of the raging tornado, Lin Xiu's calm voice was heard, "I, Lin Xiu, will kill one of your generals today, and 30,000 demon cultivators will be buried with them!"
Lin Xiu didn't say who they were, but everyone knew who they were.
Tornadoes arose, winds blew from all directions, and one demon cultivator after another was knocked down and fell from the sky, without a sound.
Crash.
That sound was like the spring breeze turning the pages of a book.
Later history records that in the spring of the 27th year of Tianyuan, the Ashura tribe massacred 31 cities and more than 100,000 cultivators at Guangling Pass. Later, Lin Xiu single-handedly killed the Ashura tribe's general Qiangqi Demon Lord and more than 30,000 demon cultivators in return.
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The heavy snow continued to fall, and the north wind was as sharp as a knife, blowing the snowflakes into the air and causing pain on people's faces.
Everywhere is covered with silver and white.
Such weather and heavy snow are extremely rare, not to mention pedestrians, even wild animals are rarely seen.
Xia Daoyun, who had regained her green clothes, was walking in the snow. She did not use any of her skills, so one step was deep and one was shallow.
With every step, the snow would reach the calves, making a crunching sound.
This was the first month since she left Chang'an and followed Li Qiubai's path.
Although she did not use her skills and was not flying on a sword, Xia Daoyun was, after all, a cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of the human world. So each of her steps seemed ordinary, neither fast nor slow, but in fact they could often cover extremely long distances, as if shrinking the distance into an inch.
Without deliberately mobilizing her energy to protect her body, the snow fell into her hair and even into her neck, bringing a chill to her.
Fortunately, for a cultivator of her level, she has long been immune to cold and heat.
On the way, she came across a farm family.
There is only an old woman left behind in the farmer's house. Her husband died of illness two years ago, so she is all alone.
At the door, she saw Xia Daoyun walking alone on the snowy road.
The enthusiastic old man immediately called her over, pulled her into the room, made her a cup of ginger tea to drive away the cold, and let her stay overnight, asking her to wait until the snow stopped before leaving.
When we set out again the next day, the snow was indeed much lighter.
Xia Daoyuan declined the old man's invitation and prepared to set off again.
Seeing that Xia Daoyun was determined to leave, the old man thought about it and finally dug out a large bamboo hat and a snow-proof raincoat from home . He said that they were left by his deceased wife. When he was young, he would go up the mountain to hunt in the wind and snow.
Xia Daoyuan did not refuse the old man's kindness and put on a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat.
Finally, relying on her own feet, she climbed to the highest snow peak in the area.
The tree trunks around were already bare and covered with icicles.
Xia Daoyun stood in front of a cliff, facing the cold wind, and the straw raincoat on his body was blown by the wind.
Looking down from a high place, all I could see was a bleak scene, without a single sign of life.
In silence, Xia Daoyun's gaze slowly moved to the right.
There, there is a cliff.
However, for some reason, many mottled marks appeared on the cliff, three-quarters into the wall. They did not look like they were formed by weathering, but more like they were carved by swords.
Xia Daoyun's eyes wandered among those mottled marks, and he was already mesmerized without realizing it.
After a long time, she came back to her senses and her eyes fell on the top of the cliff.
There, there was a line of large characters engraved.
"The mountains dance with silver snakes, the plains gallop with wax elephants, trying to compete with the gods of heaven."
Xia Daoyun pursed her lips slightly, unconsciously revealing a faint smile.
So, even though he saw such a bleak scene, Senior Li was thinking this way at the time...
It's really full of passion.
She thought.
In the silence with only the sound of wind and snow, Xia Daoyun's soul was completely immersed, as if she saw the scene of the romantic man in Chang'an carving words on the cliff.
Then, with a clang, the Ox-ear sword that had once carved words on the cliff was unsheathed. After ten thousand years, it fell on the cliff again.
After standing on the top of the mountain for a while, Xia Daoyun set out again, walked down the other side of the snow mountain, and headed south.
There, it will no longer be a snowy land, but a vast grassland.
The clear shadow has gone, and the mountain top is empty again.
But on the cliff, there was an additional line of sharp and cold large characters.
"To count the heroes of the day, look no further."
