I am cultivating both immortality and martial arts

Chapter 115 The Death of Wu Zun
"boom!"

The scorching true balloon blasted down with the power to destroy everything, but what greeted it was a sword energy full of life. Faced with this move of Bi Xuanhuo's true strength, Lu Xian finally used the strongest attack method .

"Invisible sword art of breaking the body—the sword of nature!"

Destruction and vitality brazenly faced each other within a square inch, and the two forces formed two semicircular spheres and collided violently in the air.

But in reality, there is a strange phenomenon of scorching, drying up and natural growth in the grassland in one area at the same time.

There was a slight explosion of "Bo", the real fireball collapsed in the air, and a sword finger seemed to come from outside the sky, and it firmly hit Bi Xuan's chest.

Being hit hard again, Bi Xuan didn't fly out strangely, but his body shook suddenly, and he took a few steps back.

The next moment, countless sword qi shot out from his body, instantly destroying his vigorous body, the meridians in his body were completely destroyed by the body-breaking sword qi, and a large amount of flesh and blood were necrotic and bones were shattered.

Dazzling blood trickled slowly from Bi Xuan's ears, nose and mouth. It was obvious that his injuries were beyond serious.

Bi Xuan lost!

Even people with poor martial arts can clearly see Bi Xuan's disastrous defeat, without the slightest trick or luck, he was completely defeated by Wu Xian.

"In the world from now on, the world's martial arts will be dominated by Wuxian alone, above all warriors, the supreme master who surpasses the three great masters!"

Bi Xuan let out a long sigh, and said with a look of joy, in his expression was the pursuit of the infinite beauty of martial arts, as well as thousands of emotions and unwillingness.

After all, he still failed, and his death will soon mean the decline or even collapse of the Turks.

Pure white snowflakes fell from the sky again, burying the blood and fire on the ground. Bi Xuan stood facing the wind and snow like a javelin, his majestic figure both proud and lonely.

The dense clouds were extremely low, and the howling cold wind could not reach the cold hearts of countless people present.Ice crystals accumulate on the grass and quickly freeze to form a pure white snow scene, which is more and more desolate and blurred.

Heavy snow on the prairie has always meant death and ominousness. Does this sudden heavy snow already mean the fall of the myth of the prairie?

Everyone watching from a distance couldn't help but feel a strange and indescribable feeling, as if the boundless prairie and the sky were perfectly connected together, leaving only two incomparably stalwart figures, they seemed to have instantly become incomparable Tall, filled with the depths of the soul.

This duel will surely be remembered by countless people, and it will almost rewrite the fate of the world.

The vitality in Bi Xuan's body was completely cut off. If there is no accident, his life will end soon. He stretched out a finger to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, and watched the hexagonal ice crystals quickly melt into water and flow down, and his face recovered. To unprecedented peace and tranquility.

"When I was young, a sorcerer from the Central Plains killed me: When I encounter fire, I become a man, and the more I burn, the more prosperous I am. And because of this, I got a chance, practiced an extraordinary martial arts, and was invincible. Prairie mythology ...Hey! Let this deity die like a flame! Do it!"

Wu Zun of the prairie will only die standing up!I will never linger on my last breath to beg for mercy!
"Protect His Majesty!"

"Master Bi Xuan, let's go!"

Behind him, the Golden Wolf Cavalry surged, and the hundreds of cavalry in the front suddenly rushed out from both sides of Bi Xuan's body, brandishing their swords and killing Lu Xian!
Destroying the sacred duel, the behavior of this group of people will be spurned by any grassland warriors. This is a shame more terrible than death for the proud Turks, but for the spiritual pillar of the grassland, they are willing to abandon everything. Launch a desperate charge towards Lu Xian!

"Despicable!" The warriors from the Central Plains had just escaped from the shock and encouragement. They drew their swords and were about to step forward to help the Martial Immortal who had "depleted his vitality".

At this moment, Lu Xian suddenly took a step forward, walking through the golden wolf iron cavalry like a stroll in the courtyard. Every time he made a move, a golden wolf cavalry would scream and die. With a light movement of his hands, it was like manipulating life. Grim Reaper, heads soaring into the sky one by one!

Hot blood, splashing the earth; life, passing away quickly.

When the last soldier was thrown off the flying horse, he did not die for a while, his tenacious will made him crawl to Bi Xuan's feet, grabbing Bi Xuan's trouser leg with his blood-stained palm, and said intermittently: "Wu Zun ... let's go..."

Immediately kill!

Bi Xuan's pupils are as calm as water, and he has already seen through everything in the world in his sixty years of life, just like the wisest elder who sees the world indifferently.

As early as the moment he was defeated, he knew that all of this was just a meaningless sacrifice, but in the end, one side will bear the price of this failure, whether it is the blood of the enemy or the blood of his own people!

Finally, Lu Xian came to Bi Xuan.

"you lose."

"Yes, I lost." Bi Xuan looked at the young man in front of him, without resentment or remorse, just recounting his failure in a flat manner.

Lu Xian glanced over Bi Xuan and the army behind him, shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity..."

No one knew what he was regretting, because Bi Xuan had already died.

Until his death, his spine was still as tall and straight as a spear, as it had never been bent before he was alive.

The sound of "clang bang bang dang" continued to sound, but all the [-] golden wolves got off their horses, their armors, weapons, blades and metal collided with each other, they touched their chests with one hand, and saluted deeply in the direction where Bi Xuan passed away.

This man has been guarding his nation all his life, and Bi Xuangong is indispensable for the Turks to be as powerful as they are today. He is the patron saint of the prairie and the spiritual pillar of the Turks.

Jieli Khan slowly drew his sword and pointed straight ahead. His voice was full of hatred and killing intent, and he ordered the three armies, "Listen, all Turks! Kill this man and avenge Wu Zun!"

The sound of rushing and killing was like surging waves, and the roar of horseshoes spread across the prairie. When tens of thousands of elite cavalry rushed forward at the same time, the visual effect was extremely amazing. This was a force capable of destroying everything. Block such an attack.

Regardless of a mere human being, the manpower is really exhausted. Throughout the ages, no one has been able to resist thousands of troops with his own strength.

On the city wall, Tiefu, the great chief of the Blackwater Department, sat down slumped, shaking violently from top to bottom, and the worst happened.

Bi Xuan died in full view, and the [-] irrational Golden Wolf Army, everyone frantically wanted to wash away the humiliation brought about by Bi Xuan's killing. They would kill all the Han people present, and other alien races would not escape their anger. And Tongwan City will only be destroyed by their swords and halberds.

He hastily ordered his subordinates, "Quick! Close the city gate!" He knew that this was only a delay in the process of destruction, because the defense of Tongwan City would definitely not be able to resist the valiant Golden Wolf cavalry army.

(End of this chapter)