I am cultivating both immortality and martial arts

Chapter 96
All those present were the top masters in the world. Seeing this scene, all of them changed color. They secretly used their profound skills to resist their figures, but seeing that Wuxian was full of flaws all over his body, and he was as flawless as a mountain looking up. The oppressive feeling of wanting to say something but not being able to say it made them almost want to vomit blood.

In the arena, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Lu Xian's mouth, and he slashed downward with five fingers of his right hand.

The innate body-breaking invisible sword art - the sword of the dead!
The next moment, the sword energy erupted suddenly, like the sound of ghosts crying and howling. Amidst the loud bang, all the coffee table lamps, wine bottles in the tent were cracked, and the precious carpet under the feet was torn into pieces with a "crash".

A gust of black-gray sword energy soaring into the sky overturned the entire huge golden tent, revealing the scene of the prairie outside, and saw the surrounding violent wind, flying sand and rocks.

The dozen or so Turkic warriors who were originally guarding outside the tent flew high like kites with broken strings. When they landed, dark red blood flowed from their seven orifices, and their internal organs were smashed by the violent air wave.

The movement here naturally alarmed the entire Yanji, dozens of nearby tents were opened at the same time, and the Turkic warriors gathered at the fastest speed and rushed towards the central tent.

"How can there be such a terrifying swordsmanship in the world! This person's cultivation has reached the unfathomable realm!"

Zhao Deyan and the others turned around and broke through at the last moment. They looked at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes. The terrifying sword intent made them turn around and leave, but they knew that it would only kill them. faster.

Xieli and Dazhi behind him retreated quickly, joining dozens of Turkic masters rushing in all directions. This group of most loyal warriors will guarantee his absolute safety with their lives.

Without time to think, one person rushed to the sky in a blink of an eye, four or five feet high, but it was the tall and thin red-browed Dun Yugu who made the first move, and shouted like thunder: "Khan lives! Do it!"

He spun at high speed in the air, rushed to the top, then suddenly went up to down, and rushed towards Lu Xian in the air, just like a vulture eagle gliding down from a high place to grab the favorite food on the grassland, and swept away with an extremely hot energy to.

Zhao Deyan and Fu Nanda looked at each other, and they rushed out together. Fu Nanda ran wildly for a few steps and suddenly leaped into the air, curled up with his legs wrapped around his knees, and his head got into his crotch, forming a fast-rotating meat ball Gusts of wind rushed towards Lu Xian.

Zhao Deyan's body shot out like lightning, and he slapped Lu Xian's forehead. This palm seemed ordinary, but it was actually the essence of Zhao Deyan's lifelong magic skills.

Completely locking and enveloping the opponent, stretching the five fingers together, seemingly slow but fast, cleverness in clumsiness, endless changes, this is Zhao Deyan's "Returning Soul Eighteen Claws" starting gesture "Suzaku Rejection".

Behind them, there were more than a dozen Turkic masters who were one step slower than them, with swords, guns, swords and halberds tearing through the air and slashing towards Lu Xian's body.

"Strong Bull Demon - Shake the Mountain!"

Faced with many masters attacking from all directions, Lu Xian flipped out his palms and formed a strange handprint. It seemed to be a bull demon with a horny head and a fierce aura. He summoned all his strength and launched a brazen attack on the mountain in front of him. .

"Boom!"

Dun Yugu was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, feeling that his whole body was being crushed by an extremely terrifying force. Before the move came, his skin felt as if he was being burned by a knife, and the strong wind tore out wounds one after another.

The palm prints intersected, Dun Yugu's eyes burst out suddenly, the bones of his arms were broken inch by inch, and a huge force surged towards him, and he flew backwards at an even more alarming speed. Create.

With a "bang", Dunyugu fell to the ground and collapsed directly into a big pit with a radius of three meters. I don't know how many bones were broken.

Seeing this scene, the eyelids of the rest of the people trembled. Tunyugu's strength is the best in the world, and he is wearing "Sunyang Qigong" and even has the strength of his brother's seven successes, but he was severely injured and fell down with just one blow, which is really unbelievable.

"Work together to keep him!"

Almost in an instant, the masters present made a decision. Zhao Deyan drew a strange arc, tearing the sky and the ground with claws, and transformed into claw shadows covering the 18 big acupuncture points all over Lu Xian's body.

"Good come!"

Lu Xian let out a long laugh, and stood tall, with one hand behind his back, very chic and freehand, his left hand swam like a dragon and snake in the air and turned into a dao hand knife, and then slashed forward!

"Strong Bull Demon - Cut off the flow!"

Lu Xian responded to the enemy with one hand, and the air flow howled and rushed, and the two of them used their moves, and the true energy exploded in the air, making loud noises again and again.

Zhao Deyan was full of devilish energy, his face was extremely ugly, the opponent's true energy seemed to be endless, every move was like a huge wave surging, although he had tried his best, he couldn't help this person at all.

At the same time, Lu Xian, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, tapped out lightly with the other hand, hitting Fu Nanda's cold and treacherous finger just right.

Fu Nanda's finger force came with the power of rapid rotation, which was extremely domineering and terrifying, and even more unexpected, but at the moment when the two fingers were handed over, a violent "boo" sound spread through the world.

When Peiran was struck by a huge force, Fu Nanda felt as if a mountain was pressing on his heart. He was startled and quickly stretched out his body. His upper body suddenly fell back, and he saw a shocking sword energy passing over his face.

The force of the fingers continued to castrate, and instantly pierced through a Turkic master behind him, and a big hole was transmitted from front to back.

Zhao Deyan and Fu Nanda joined forces to attack, surrounded by dozens of Turkic masters, but they couldn't do anything to Wuxian alone. The more they fought, the more frightened the crowd became. They all have infinite power, and in just a short moment, the Turkic master lay down on the ground. As for Zhao Deyan and Fu Nanda, although their breaths were also floating, their injuries were not serious.

If the fight continues, it is not Lu Xian who will be unable to support it first, but they are more likely to be unable to support them.

Jieli, who was surrounded by the crowd in the distance, looked extremely ugly, and shouted loudly: "Who can kill this person, this Khan canonize him as the number one Turkic warrior!"

Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man, and more than a dozen people rushed into the field from behind him. Several Turkic masters who were besieging Song Shidao looked at each other, and rushed towards Lu Xian in unison.

Outside the arena, more soldiers surrounded the place, each with swords and horses, armor on their bodies, bows drawn and aimed at Lu Xian in the arena.

Ordinary soldiers can't play much role in this series of battles, and may even cause chaos, allowing the opponent to find a gap to break out.

Song Shidao's pressure dropped suddenly, he gave a wry smile, and forced himself to stand up covered in blood. His injuries were extremely serious, and if he hadn't supported himself with pure qi, he would have fallen to the ground and been captured.

He is a dignified son of a family with strong martial arts, but no one troubles him, which shows how terrible the threat of that person is.

Song Shidao's eyes were full of strange light, and he looked towards the field.

As easy and freehand as if writing words, Lu Xianpian palm pressed down the blade of a Turkic master, flicked it with his fingers, and the person fell back three steps and died on the ground as if he had been seriously injured.

With true energy, he twisted the edge of the blade and swiped casually. The astonishing blade aura instantly passed over the throats of the three Turkic masters who attacked from behind. The Turkic warriors rushing forward suddenly screamed and wailed.

With every move, the Turkic warriors who attacked suffered heavy casualties, and the chaos made everyone feel icy cold from the bottom of their hearts.

And the more this happened, the stronger Xieli's determination to kill this person became.

In the distance, the roar of a large herd of galloping horses sounded, but it was Xieli who mobilized an army of iron cavalry in order to kill Wuxian.

(End of this chapter)