The strong from the wild

Once, because he wanted to sever the memory and end the mortal relationship, Ximen Chuixue created a swordsmanship of his own, called the world of mortals.

He wanted to use this sword to cut through all the mortals and turn himself into the purest sword cultivator.

In his opinion, Ximen Chuuxue should be a sword cultivator who lives for the sword, dies for the sword, and is sincere to the sword.

But at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue finally realized that besides being a swordsman, he was also a man of flesh and blood, and he also had a wife, just like he has nostalgia at this moment.

Ding!

The supernatural power of swordsmanship collided with Shura sword.

Countless images flashed on Ximen Chuuxue's body, from when he was babbling, to the decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, to the practice with Liu Yi, to the battle of Bo Xun in the Promise of Magic, scenes and scenes were endlessly scrolling, forming an unparalleled wave after wave Sword intent, charged away.

The edge of the sword can hurt the body, but the intent of the sword can hurt the spirit!

This sword can cut the enemy's soul into pieces, leaving him dead and dao disappearing.

When the two swords came into contact, Ximen Chuuxue's figure suddenly flashed out from the earthly sword. He seemed to be hit by a comet that was running endlessly in the depths of the universe, and he retreated rapidly in the air, bleeding from his seven orifices. When he came out, his snow-white robe was dyed bright red, and he no longer had the chic and stern appearance of Sheng Xue in the past.

And the Shura sword controlled by the Great Demon King Bo Xun suddenly stopped in the sky.

The Shura sword trembled rapidly and kept ringing.

buzzing...

There is also a ** picture, which appears in the light and shadow of Jianfeng.

Ximen Chuuxue flew back in the air, he couldn't control his body anymore, he just watched helplessly, the Shura Sword in front released a touch of sword edge, the sword edge was sharp and smooth, like blood-colored mirrors, in which several It's unclear, very messy, but an incomparably clear picture.

He saw a sea of ​​blood with a radius of millions of miles. It was formed by the gathering of blood. The waves were turbulent and turbulent.

There are men and women, floating and sinking in the sea of ​​blood.The man's face is ugly, while the woman's beauty is incomparably beautiful. Men and women flirt freely in the sea, and they are extremely careless... Ximen Chuuxue has a long history with him, and he can recognize that this is the sea of ​​blood transformed by the ancient Taoist blood sea Styx , As for those people who are ugly and beautiful, they are a group created by the blood sea Styx, called the Shura clan.

Boom!

A voice suddenly exploded from Ximen Chuixue.

On the top of Ximen Chuuxue's head appeared three flowers, shining golden light, and five colors of aura appeared on his chest, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, these are the five auras in his chest.

But seeing Ximen Chuuxue wave his arm, a sword edge appeared, cutting off the three flowers on the top of his head and the five qi in his chest!

The three flowers and five qi fell and did not disperse, turning into eight kinds of rays of light, suspended in front of Ximen Chuuxue, and gradually fused together to reveal a sword edge, which shot towards the Shura sword suspended in the distance.

At this moment, the Shura sword also slowly recovered from the influence of Ximen Chuuxue's previous mundane swordsmanship, and once again killed Ximen Chuuxue.

It's just that the murderous and bloody aura above the sword's edge is no longer as good as before.

"Fellow Taoist Ximen!"

Meng Chengshen roared in shock, and used the method of communication, and sent out the picture recorded in the water mirror technique early, and shouted in his mouth: "Taking this opportunity, you and I leave quickly, leaving the green hills behind. Don’t worry about lack of firewood! This Bo Xun Great Demon King is an old demon who has been famous all over the world since ancient times. He is the number one expert under the seat of Blood Sea Styx, fellow Taoist Ximen must not try to be brave!"

Ximen Chuuxue shook his head, stood in the air, and remained motionless.

At this moment, Meng Chengshen suddenly remembered that when he was in Hengshan, Liu Yi once said that a sword repairer with a sword in his body does not want to win every battle, but only wants to be able to draw his sword when he is fighting with others. There is a chance of blood spattering five steps in your hand, and you can fight to the death...

It seems that Ximen Chuuxue and Liu Yi, a pair of master and apprentice, have the same essence of swordsmanship, and there is no half-reflection.

"Ugh……"

Meng Chengshen let out a long sigh, and thought: "Young Daoist Liu has a bad temper, and his disciples also have this kind of temper. It really is that things of a kind gather and people are divided into groups!"

At this thought, Meng Chengshen suddenly became a little happy.

After thinking about it, he felt that he was very lucky to be able to form friends with monks from the line of Xuantianzong.Thinking back to these years, walking around the world, I don't know how many people have been deceived, and I don't know how many conspiracies and plots I have seen. Meng Chengshen has long become extremely sophisticated and tactful, but the more sophisticated and tactful he is, the more he knows the value of sincerity and straightforwardness.

However, today Meng Chengshen knew that his practice career seemed to be coming to an end.

If the body dies and the Tao cannot survive, it will naturally end, ashes to ashes to ashes.

In Meng Chengshen's eyes, Ximen Chuuxue had already chopped off the three flowers on his top and the five qi in his chest, as if he was going to fight for life and death, if he failed, he would be benevolent... In his mind, Ximen Chuuxue was the cultivation base of Tianzun and the Daoist, It must be that the hope of success is slim, and the hope of success is great.

He didn't know that Liu Yi's lineage of monks was very familiar with chopping off the three flowers on the top and the five qi in his chest.As for the one who was chopped off and used by Liu Yi and his disciples to practice, they are also famous people in the world. They are called Twelve Heavenly Venerables, and they are disciples of the leader of Yuanshi. Several of them have already stepped into the road. door, and the rest are all cultivated by Tianzun.

If you cut a lot, you will naturally gain experience.

Just like Ximen Chuuxue's method at the moment, self-extermination is a method to stimulate potential, put it to death and then regenerate.

When the three flowers and five qi turned into eight rays of light, forming a bunch of sword edges, Ximen Chuuxue's eyes had already turned gray, and then thirty thousand rays of light shot out from Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, matching the sword formed by the three flowers and five qi The blades merged in one place, facing forward, and bombarded away, the blade became black and gleaming during the flight, like a thunderbolt.

The sword's edge was like thunder, and a black light flashed.

Meng Chengshen took a closer look, only to see that the brilliance was fleeting, and he was already standing on the blade of the Shura Sword, and the speed was several times faster than that of the Shura Sword.

When the two swords collided, Meng Chengshen could clearly see that there was a rolling thunder appearing at the junction of the two swords.

And at this moment, Ximen Chuuxue's figure could no longer stand firm in the air, it was like a rock falling from the sky and falling towards the ground.

rumbling...

The thunder was earth-shattering.

Meng Chengshen Wuxia didn't care about the thunder, and Wuxia didn't care about who would win when the two swords clashed. He just flew to Ximen Chuuxue, trying to catch Ximen Chuuxue who fell to the ground.Although he didn't cultivate the golden three flowers on the top and the perfect five qi in his chest, he knew that the three flowers and five qi are extremely important to a practitioner. Now that Ximen Chuuxue lost these two things, his vitality was already seriously injured. Except for the body that has been tempered for hundreds of thousands of years, it is as good as before, and there is not much cultivation left, and it is not much better than ordinary warriors in the world.

"Ugh!"

Meng Chengshen shook his head and sighed, harnessed the wind and thunder, and protected Ximen Chuuxue who was about to fall to the ground. Only then did he have time to look up into the sky, but he saw the thunder billowing, as black as ink, wrapping the world-swallowing Shura sword on the edge of the sword among.

Shocking shouts sounded from the edge of the sword, "The end of ten thousand thunders! It is actually the end of ten thousand thunders. This thunder is the end of the world's thunder path. How could you possibly perform such a wonderful technique! Even the snow Master Yu can only display the source of ten thousand thunders, and only occupies the source of the thunder path, but never the end of the thunder path... Tell me, is it that old man Hongjun, who joined hands with Master Xueyu, to do it? What kind of shady tricks did you get Wan Leizhi out?"

Ximen Chuuxue ignored him and only worked hard to adjust his breath.

The crackling sound of thunder wrapped around the Shura sword, and the roar of Bo Xun the Great Demon King came from the Shura sword continuously, but the voice became more and more chaotic.It seems that because of the appearance of the end of ten thousand thunders, the Great Demon King Bo Xun was severely injured. As for the reason, even Ximen Chuuxue is not very clear.

Ximen Chuuxue only thought in his heart: "Although this Bo Xun Great Demon King has not appeared between heaven and earth for many years, he actually recognized the end of ten thousand thunders that Master realized! Could it be that long before Master realized this thunderbolt, someone Have you ever realized such supernatural powers?"

At this point, Ximen Chuuxue immediately asked: "Why do you think that this supernatural power of thunder is the source of all thunder?"

"Being bombarded by this thunder, I only feel that the time and space within the thunder are extinguished, everything dissipates, and the universe collapses. It is the opposite of the mysterious power shown by the source of all thunders. What is it if it is not the end of all thunders? Although I, Bo Xun, the Great Demon King, has never I have seen the end of ten thousand thunders, and I have never heard anyone say that anyone has realized this kind of thunder, but I, the Great Demon King Bo Xun, was beaten once by the source of ten thousand thunders before the ages!"

Bo Xun didn't hide it, but was blunt, saying: "Today, I have fallen under such a peerless thunder method as the end of ten thousand thunders. I have no complaints or regrets! It's just that I can't fight ten thousand thunders!" Lei Zhiyuan, but I can't let you off, Ximen Chuuxue! I can drink my hatred on the spot, but this Shura sword needs to be tempered with your kendo. This seat can be destroyed, but this sword cannot be destroyed!"

The tone of these words exudes an undisguised madness and madness.

Rumble!

Shura Sword charged towards Ximen Chuuxue, surrounded by pitch-black thunder.

Ximen Chuuxue was exhausted and unable to use any means.

Meng Chengshen was like a piece of wood. Before the sword's edge came, he was blown to death by the wind blown by the sword's edge. The magic power that he had gathered with great difficulty dissipated without a trace again. So he had no choice but to forcibly push Ximen Chuuxue down behind him, and stood in front of Ximen Chuuxue alone, facing the stabbing Shura sword head-on without any fear.

Jian Feng's speed was very slow, but Ximen Chuuxue and Meng Chengshen had already lost the ability to dodge and resist.

The closer the sword flew, the more clearly it could be seen.

The light of the sword is thousands of feet, but in fact the body of the long sword is only three feet and eight inches, neither short nor long, and it is not much different from the sabers that ordinary monks hang around their waists.

The word Shura is engraved on the spine of the sword, shining brightly.

Crackling black thunder covered the long sword up and down, flickering, and the lightning flickered like a dragon and snake flying.

"Good sword!"

Ximen Chuuxue sighed in admiration, with a sincere tone.

He tried his best to raise his head again, looking at the bright lone star, which was exactly the one he engraved the star for.He looked up at the starry sky, his face full of emotion, and said: "The supernatural powers and spells passed down by the master are indeed not bad at all. I engraved the stars to seek the sword, and came to this Wuji magic way. I met a famous sword. It's a fate for me. It's a pity that I'm not good at learning, I only counted that this sword is destined for me, but I didn't count, the real fate between me, Ximen Chuuxue, and this sword is that I will die by this sword in the end!"