Fu Canglu

Chapter 581 On Bachi Mountain, Someone Sings

The sword light danced on the Bachi Snow Mountain.

If it is full of anger that cannot be slowed down, every ray of Yi Xiao's sword light should wreak havoc and tear the skin of the monster, cut into the muscles, then enter the lungs, and finally go around several times, cut off the meridians, flesh and blood, and finally cut off skeleton.

But it didn't.

When the anger reaches the extreme, it begins to restrain itself.

The Achilles' heel of the Snow Ape lies in the neck, it only needs a wisp of sword energy from the fingertips to go into the throat and break the "thread" to kill it.

The dead point of the white bear lies on the forehead, if the vitality pierces through the brain with three fingers together, and then enters the orifice, it can defeat its spiritual consciousness.

The more restrained you are, the calmer you are.

Killing is an efficient thing to do.

You need to constantly compress your own strength, and then burst out at one point, and there is no room for waste.

Because you are not going to kill a person.

The tide of beasts poured down like a mountain, more like a cloud, overflowing with cover and falling down.

Dark clouds pressed down on the mountain, and a fragile ray of sword light was like the dawn that was about to break through the dawn. It appeared like a swimming fish, but it burst out with the scorching eyes of thunder.

That lotus robe moved forward erratically, the sword light in his sleeve was unstoppable, puff after puff of monster blood splashed around his side.

Yi Xiao's face was inevitably splashed with layers of blood.

His expression was always calm, maintaining extreme calmness, ensuring that every ray of sword light and every ray of vitality of his could land on the desired place as "lethally" as possible.

Among these monsters, some were "survivors" three years ago.

They were shocked to find that the lotus-clothed human with the huge and clumsy purple box in front of them was closely similar to the man who climbed the mountain three years ago.

The speed of killing is extremely fast.

Three years ago, when the eldest brother climbed the mountain, he reached the sky one foot at a time, and the overwhelming tide of beasts rushed down. He walked forward, whether it was a strong giant elephant, a white ape or a grizzly bear, they were all fragile when they collided with the sword energy. Like a locust.

As he walked all the way, the sword energy crushed all the monsters blocking the road until they were crushed into blood foam, and then those wanton riotous sword energy smashed them to pieces.

The killing techniques that Yi Xiao knows include Yan Xiaoqi's hair killing method, Sheng Yuanzi's self-respecting classic evolution killing method, and the killing sword domain, and so on.

Therefore, in the process of climbing the mountain, the sword light and vitality flew together. In addition, King Yama's hair-plucking killing has now become a hair-picking killing demon, and the killing sword field has become a killing sword thread. Out, the cutting brought out puff after puff of bewitching blood light, spreading the tragic bright red on the snow-colored rocks of Bachi Mountain.

Yi Xiao killed very easily, because he didn't lack the skills of killing at all.

And the more important point.

Like the grand massacre on Bachi Mountain today. He had done similar things a long time ago.

Daji Mountains, in front of Liangjia City.

The difference between the two is that the number of monsters on Bachi Mountain is much more than that of Daji Mountain, and they are much more difficult to kill.

Therefore, Yi Xiao must use every vitality and sword energy extremely sparingly.

The elder brother who climbed the mountain back then didn't have a very strong vitality. Among the five evildoers, he was definitely not the one with the deepest foundation.

But his sword bone brought him almost endless sword energy.

Even so, he still has to accumulate every piece of sword energy. It can be seen that if he wants to climb the mountain, how much consumption is needed?

Due to the narrow mountain path, the black water beast swarm could not unleash the huge power of charging and killing, but for the last great practitioner who broke through the imprisonment of the ninth rank, every strand of sword energy was extremely deadly, and could only be reduced to death. A corpse that was vainly sent to death under the sword light.

The only hope can only be pinned on this lotus-clothed man who went up the mountain with a box on his back. Halfway through the climb, he exhausted all his energy savings.

It's a pity. On the energy savings.

If it is the Bodhisattva of the East Lord, the West Demon, the North Immortal, and the South Saint, these five evildoers have never stopped practicing, and now they are merged together.

Barely able to match the current Yi Xiao.

Three thousand weak water, I only take a scoop to drink.

The little majesty, whose vitality was like a vast ocean, climbed the mountain with a purple box on his back, but he was extremely stingy, taking out scoops of vitality carefully and carefully, and then subdivided it into the tiniest wisp.

If the avenue is like the blue sky, and I only have one sword.

Then wait until the green snake in the sleeve is full of energy, wait until the sea water in the sleeve overflows, and finally raise the sleeve, the green snake goes out to sea, the sea pearl hangs in the air, and the sleeve is like a sword.

Sword Qi and bullfighting soared into the sky.

A strand of tens of thousands of strands.

The little highness who went up the mountain with the purple box on his back, how many times he shook his sleeves and killed so many monsters. The tide in front of him has never diminished. If he is in the middle of the sea, there are endless waves in front of him and behind him. Qi, a wave will come monstrously.

His breathing became short of breath.

The lacquer inside his sleeve burst into the first tiny invisible crack.

But His Royal Highness never stopped walking, within three feet of him was clean, and three feet away was full of bright red, like a woman with heavy make-up and light makeup followed him, crying all three feet away, howling demons, The hostility is soaring.

If it is a killing sword, it can also kill demons.

His Royal Highness stopped and took a deep breath, the air in his chest swirled, and the tide of the sea beat the shore back and forth.

He paused for a moment, then turned around and saw the trail of blood overlapping with the elder brother behind him.

Boundless killing.

The fingers in his sleeve rubbed the body of Qi Yu's sword, gently touching away the invisible but palpable sword pattern, and let the monster bump into him, he only paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

On Bachi Mountain, the voice of His Highness's sword light became more raging, and the beasts were killed so that the sky was dark and the crowd was howling.

There was endless noise, mixed with a hoarse voice.

"A man should kill, and kill without mercy."

"The immortal karma of Qianqiu is all in killing."

One kill with one step, one head with one sword.

"Don't you see, when a strong man dies from the Confucianism Peak, Shenzhou will praise benevolence and righteousness from now on!"

"Once the barbarians were in chaos in the Central Plains, the scholars rushed to the Confucian people and wept!"

A high-pitched voice resounded in the field of killing swords, countless monsters crashed and died under the sword edge of His Highness, he never stopped his sword, nor stopped his steps

"Kill one person in three steps!"

"My heart stops and my hands don't stop!"

"Blood is flowing for thousands of miles!"

"Corpse on Qianxun Mountain!"

Qi Yu cracked the second sword pattern, but the little highness was more excited to kill, and his singing was more hearty and wild.

"Don't you see, the liger's prey is famous, but who can pity the poor elk!"

"The strong always feed on the weak in this world, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain!"

On the Bachi Mountain, heavy snow falls like meteors, reaching the sky one foot at a time.

Heavy snow weighs down and piles up, the closer to the top of the mountain, the thinner the air, and the more difficult it is to take a step.

But the bloody smell became more and more intense.

Someone is killing demons.

The little highness is full of sword energy, and he has already ignored the white snow on his body, the lotus clothes are dyed white, and the purple box is covered with a pile of snow. Within three feet, the living are not allowed to enter, and those who can enter are allowed to enter. Only wind and snow.

And murderous.

Murderous aura fell from the sky, staining the white snow with frost.

His two temples are white, fluttering with the sword energy, like an ancient and young sword fairy, singing the heroic ballad of shattering wind and heavy snow loudly
"Man, be violent!"

"Work and benevolence are incompatible!"

The body of Qi Yu's sword was covered with innumerable shattered sword patterns. His Highness's sleeve trembled countless times. The sword body was already cracked like porcelain. At this moment, he lifted it up flat, with one hand holding the hilt, and the other Put your fingers together, and slowly wipe across the blade.

The violent bursting sounds are superimposed together.

The sword shattered.

Three feet clean becomes thirty feet.

At this moment, there is no sword, killing is more fun, the sword energy overflows the sleeves, and the monsters and beasts are shocked to find that this person is drinking from the sea of ​​vitality, and begins to pour out the murderous energy bucket by bucket.

So the beast tide began to fear the lotus-clothed man in front of him.

Just like the silent sword fairy in white three years ago.

The singing on the mountain road never stopped.

"Men don't tremble, there is a song to listen to"

Without Qi Yu, there was still the purple box. The little highness took off the shoulder strap of the purple box, and instead of opening the box, he swung the purple box with the physique of a great diamond, and shot the monster that crashed into his three-foot field. His mind and soul were completely wiped out, and he was shot into a cloud of blood foam.

He saw the palace on the Daxue Mountain.

The first thing that catches Yi Xiao's eyes is the Yuetiao's big red palace, which is faintly visible in the snowy air.

He started to run.

Yuetiao Palace was knocked down by two heavy walls.

Then there are business tunes, double tunes, and big face tunes.

Like a dragon, like an elephant, like a snake, like a python, overflowing with energy and blood, shaking the stars in the nine heavens, the holy light shook down and shrouded the Bachi Mountain, the little highness swung the purple box like this, and ran all the way.

What stood in front of him was a wall, and the wall collapsed.

Standing in front of him was a demon, a demon dead.

Running and singing, screaming and singing, killing and singing.

"Killing one is a crime!"

"Tu Wan is a hero!"

"900 million slaughtered!"

"It's for Xiongzhongxiong!"

There was an incomparably thick vitality in the singing, bursting out, shaking the eardrums of monsters, and some of them were directly shaken out of their souls.

When the huge purple box was stomped heavily by Yi Xiao in the heavy snow, splashing a puff of snow.

On Bachi Mountain, there was a path that was ferocious and bloody enough.

It covered the blood path of the elder brother three years ago.

The five palaces of the chess palace, the top of the mountain is silent, the wind is silent, and the heavy snow is falling slowly.

A big chess master who presided over the sword formation silently looked at the bloody path, looked at His Royal Highness Lianyi, and asked softly: "What song is this?"

The little majesty, who was standing with the box closed, recited the last four sentences silently in his heart.

"I would rather teach people to gnash their teeth and hate, but not teach people to scold me."

Just two sentences, and then there was a huge sound of thunder rolling.

Yi Xiao frowned and looked at the ground under his feet, under the snowy mountain, there was a continuous and fine tremor, followed by countless sword lights overflowing from the ground.

He knew that there was a huge sword formation on Bachi Mountain, which was created by Qinglong and Baihu.

Now that he has entered the top of the mountain, he has entered this formation.

Yi Xiao smiled indifferently, and let the sword energy burst out, cutting the world and enveloping herself.

He looked in the direction of the previous question, and did not answer his question, but asked with a low eyebrow and a smile.

"Looking at this place for 5000 years, where can sword immortals not kill people?"

(End of this chapter)