Rebirth of the Alone Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 182 Cut!cut!cut! (recommended to add more)
Liu Musheng, who was talking with Grandma Jinhua, suddenly stopped talking, looked up into the distance, his eyes showed a look of shock but surprise.

Grandma Jinhua's complexion also changed suddenly.

Near Kaiyang City, a terrifying aura is erupting.

Her heart was pounding, and she felt as if she wanted to suffocate.

"what is this!?"

Grandma Jinhua's heart seemed to be pulled by a big hand, and she almost couldn't breathe.

"My sect elder has arrived and is fighting someone!"

Liu Musheng's shocked face was filled with joy.

He couldn't be more familiar with this familiar power.

Judging by this power, the opponent must have made a move.

If the opponent is also a strong person in the innate extreme state, Chen Lin will not be the only one who is at the height of the sky.

Then there is only one possibility, Chen Lin's dealing with is not a strong person in the extreme state of innate.

Then, there is only one possibility.

"Fang Xiu!"

"Fang Xiu!"

Liu Musheng thought of it, and so did Grandma Jinhua.

Liu Musheng laughed and said: "Fang Xiu is dead this time. The elders of my sect took action. The innate extreme state broke the boundary between heaven and man. He is a mere warrior who can't reach the day after tomorrow. He has no possibility of survival."

"I just hate that I can't kill him with my own hands."

Grandma Jinhua also had a look of relief in her eyes, she said through gritted teeth.

Liu Musheng said before that there will be experts from the Flying Star Sword Sect.

It's just that I didn't expect that this strong man in the innate extreme state would come so quickly.

Grandma Jinhua felt that if she faced a strong man with such power, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on to her face to face.

Dead!
In her heart, Fang Xiu was already dead.

……

death!

Fang Xiu felt so close to him for the first time.

The gap between the innate extreme state and the acquired martial artist is really too big.

Facing Huangshan, he still has a chance of losing both sides.

But facing Chen Lin, he didn't even have a chance to escape.

Fang Xiu has been locked by Chen Lin's Qi mechanism at this time, and the vast abyss seems to block the space, making him unable to move.

The pure white sword gang is like the sky, it has not been completely cut down, and Fang Xiu has been damaged by the impact.

Chen Lin stepped into the void and stood, looking indifferently at Fang Xiu below.

"cut!"

Gently spit out a word.

Hand, holding the hilt of the Taiping Sword.

The fear in Fang Xiu's heart fell silent, and his whole body became calm.

Faced with this fatal blow, Fang Xiu no longer had despair, nor any other emotions.

cut!cut!cut!
In the Taiping sword, the emotion of brutal killing is shouting.

It is not willing to perish.

It is not reconciled to the destruction of aggrieved.

Therefore, if it is to be unsheathed, even if it is destroyed, it must be cut out with its due edge.

"I have a sword-drawing technique, I invite Elder Chen Lin to appreciate it!"

At this moment, Fang Xiu's eyes were sharp, like a magic weapon about to be unsheathed.

The Taiping sword has not yet been unsheathed, and the sound of swords is heard in the void, as if there are countless sharp swords trembling and joyful.

"Sword Intent!"

Chen Lin watched Fang Xiu's changes, and the endless sword cry, even under his aura, he couldn't suppress it.

锃!
Raising the eyebrows and drawing the sword out of its sheath, the sword energy pierced the sky!
Thousands of sword cries gathered together and resounded throughout the surrounding area. A magnificent sword intent rose from Fang Xiu's body, and Chen Lin's abyss-like aura was torn open at this moment.

boom!
The long sword was cut out, destroying the sky and the earth, and the sword light of death shot out, shining different colors in the sky and the earth.

At this moment, Fang Xiu had no fear or wavering in his eyes.

Yes, just keep going.

Yes, just destroy everything.

Hum-boom!

At this moment, the sky and the earth paled.

The violent sword energy escaped, swept the surrounding ground, and turned everything it could touch into dust.

After a while, the dust and smoke dissipated.

Fang Xiu's hair was disheveled, and he held the ordinary long sword he had seized before and stuck it on the ground, supporting his body not to fall.

Now, his internal organs are all displaced, and the blood from his mouth can't stop overflowing. In his other hand, he only holds half of the long sword, and the other half is stuck on the ground.

The Taiping sword is broken!

"Cough cough!"

The violent coughing made Fang Xiu spit out a few mouthfuls of blood again, his breath was weak, and the fire of life seemed to dim at this moment.

"Hey...you are no worse than the fighters on the hero list if you can take over the first form of this seat."

Chen Lin snorted lightly, and there was a different emotion in his indifferent eyes.

The sword strike just now, although he just did it casually, didn't use any strength at all.

But, that's not something a first-class martial artist can take over.

When Fang Xiu broke out with all his strength just now, he saw the sword intent from the opponent.

It was also the first time for Chen Lin to see the existence of artistic conception in a first-class warrior.

Fang Xiu's voice was low and weak, and he said, "Fang...Fang's sword drawing technique, Chief Chen Lin...what does the elder think, cough cough!"

As he said that, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood without any money.

"The sword drawing technique is quite good. If you reach the innate extreme state, you may not be the opponent of this seat, but the cultivation of the warrior is the main thing. Any means are heresy.

Even if you have mysterious sword skills, you can't escape the luck of not dying! "

As Chen Lin spoke, he pointed out again.

In an instant, the wind and cloud gathered and condensed into a sword gang, which slashed down on Fang Xiu who had no strength to fight back.

Fang Xiu looked at the slashed sword gang and smiled casually. Although his breath was sluggish, his eyes were unusually bright.

If he was given another chance, would he kill Su Ziyu?

If he didn't kill Su Ziyu, he might still be his emperor in Liucheng.

You can still be at ease, and then rely on the system to draw prizes, step by step to the pinnacle of life.

It's a pity that there is no if.

Asking himself, Fang Xiu never regretted killing Su Ziyu.

Even if he didn't do anything, Su Ziyu coveted his martial arts and would not let him go.

Instead of passively fighting back, it is better to take the initiative to attack.

Even if it was because of this that his life was now hanging by a thread, Fang Xiu never regretted it.

The only thing he did wrong was that he failed to keep Liu Muqing and others behind at that time.

Otherwise, even if something happened in the end, Flying Star Sword Sect would not be able to target him so quickly.

Fang Xiu didn't know if there would be reincarnation after this death.

But he remembered a little.

If this kind of thing happens again in his next life, no matter what price he pays, he will kill people and wipe out the roots, so as not to leave any hidden dangers for himself again.

In a flash of thought!
Fang Xiu raised his head slightly, looking up at the falling sword and the people overlooking him.

Chen Lin's figure was firmly engraved in his mind.

It was the first time he had met the man who had driven him to his death, and it could be the last.

Jian Gang, slashed down!
(End of this chapter)