In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 117 Fate is to be won by oneself! (one more)
At night, dark clouds cover the sun!
The young man stood alone on the school field, his fingers caressed his cheeks, and the countless scars still felt a little painful!

"The lackey of the imperial court!! Go to hell!"

His eyes were full of anger, whenever he thought of the fire that filled the mountain that day, he couldn't control his killing intent!
The long sword in his hand slashed crazily, and one after another sword energy streaked across!
The portrait made of mixed iron was cut into pieces in an instant, and debris splashed all over the ground!
The hand holding the sword was shaking violently!

No!

not enough!
Not alive! !
The young man covered his face slightly, his eyes had completely turned red, and he roared like a beast: "Blood, I want to see blood!"

Because of his status as a traitor in the previous dynasty, he had been hunted down for too long, and he was covered in injuries!

During the years of hatred, even a heart disease was born!

When it happens, you have to kill people, and you need to rely on the blood of the living, and listening to their screams, can you relieve it!
Today's Linchuan Prefecture is prosperous, and Baiyun Temple covers the sky with one hand.

So much so that the imperial court was in decline and there were few yamen servants, so he could kill people at will and indulge himself!

The young man raised his long sword and slowly pushed open the door of the mansion.

Should we kill the gangsters, or kill a few civilians?
Just as he was thinking, his footsteps froze suddenly!
In the darkness, a tall figure stood still, with a heavy breath!
"Xuan Jing Division?"

The young man raised his head slightly, tried his best to calm himself down, and said slowly: "What are you doing here? I said before, I won't stand on your side. Now, get out of my sight!"

"Hahaha--"

A laugh full of sarcasm sounded, and Chen Xiu grinned: "Give me some face, do you really think I'm a character? Did I say that? You have to fight for your own life! Now, you have no chance!"

"Go to hell!"

After the cold words fell, Chen Xiu struck out with a palm!
The dark and cold breath erupted!

The eerie chill surged, and the young man seemed to have fallen into the misty world!
"you wanna die!"

The young man let out a low growl, and swung the long sword out!

There is a bit of bloody frenzy in the wind-like sword energy!
He is very confident in his own strength!

Now, he has stepped into the fifth stage of the King Kong Realm!

During the whistling of the cold palm wind, there are infinite palm shadows flickering, changing in many ways, falling down like overwhelming!
Chaotic as snowflakes, covering all directions!

The long sword in the young man's hand twirled, and countless sword flowers were cut out. There was a faint sense in the bloody eyes: "What is it? His stellar energy is weird, and the power of his palm is not very powerful. It's just a fierce attack..."

boom!
The sound of gold and iron sounded!

The shadows of palms all over the sky dissipated like flowers in a mirror and moon in water, turning palms into fingers!

With a single point of the finger, it was like a heavy blow from a mountain!
The long sword shook violently!
The domineering power erupted directly from the tip of the sword, rushing out like a wave!
Blood spurted from the young man's wrist suddenly, his whole arm trembled, his clothes exploded, and bright red overflowed!
"How is it possible? It's clearly a palm technique, but how could it turn into a fingering technique in the blink of an eye!"

The young man's heart was shaken, he held the sword in both hands, and slashed down with a roar.

Seven swords in succession, each one is quite domineering!

The surging sword energy fell like a wave.

Chen Xiu's face was calm, and there was a black breath lingering in his hand.

Palm, fist, fingering changes.

Every strong sword energy dissipated slowly in the palm of the hand, with slight waves like ripples, one piece is two!
One fell into the sea like a mud cow, as if being swallowed by the black breath; the other seemed to fall to the ground, blasting a deep lotus print under Chen Xiu's feet.

Seven swords cut out, retreating seven steps in a row!
Looking at this scene, Yang Ming felt a little magical and unbelievable!

What kind of exercise is this?Why did such a strong sword energy just disappear?
hum-

In the darkness, Chen Xiu's figure suddenly disappeared.

The young man looked around cautiously.

He suddenly felt a fleeting breath on his left hand, showing a ferocious sneer: "I found you!"

A long river of violent sword energy rushed out.

At this time, there was an explosion of breath on the right hand side!
not good!

Calculated!

The young man's face changed slightly, and his long sword flew across the sky.

Cut out with the momentum of sweeping thousands of troops!
At this moment, a ghostly figure appeared in front of him!

What?why here?
The youth's pupils shrank!
Chen Xiu's left hand melted into a palm, and the pitch-black icy breath erupted instantly, arousing the power of heaven and earth!
It's like a small blizzard!
But the right hand turned into a finger!
Like a superficial drop of water, it fell on his shoulders!

In an instant, black breath erupted, and the youth was swallowed by the cold ice!The internal organs were slightly sunken, as if they had been punched a few times!
The whole person slammed into the wall!

"This, what is this?"

Yang Ming rubbed his eyes and was completely stunned.

At that moment, he seemed to see the figures of the three adults, very hazy!
The left hand is the palm, and the right hand is the finger!
This, is this also possible?
More importantly, this is just a few tricks!
The warriors of the fifth stage of the King Kong Realm lost just like that?
So simple?
Chen Xiu chuckled.

This "Seal of Immortality" is really interesting, the transformation of true energy, and the use of force to unload force is really powerful!

The young man struggled to get up, the blood in his eyes became more intense, and his scarred face was completely distorted.

"You are forcing me. I didn't want to use this trick at first."

Biting the tip of his tongue, his fingers were stained with that red color, and he touched the long sword slightly!
In an instant, the phantom of a spirit snake appeared!
His long sword began to twist, as if it had turned into a spirit snake at this moment!

Creep, bend, extend!

Vaguely, there is the appearance of wind and fire!

Chen Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly with interest, and showed an inexplicable smile: "Heh, it turns out that the previous court rebels!"

In the chaotic times of the previous dynasty, wars raged.

Because of the horrific casualties and corpses strewn all over the field, some people use the corpses to practice the secret technique—raising ghosts!
Some people think that this method is harmful to the harmony of heaven and earth.So I chose another path, raising the spirit!
Keep spiritual things among utensils, and wake them up with blood from the tip of the tongue when needed!

This set of sword techniques for awakening the spirit snake can be found in great detail in the records of Sui Xuanjing Division.

One-word Wind Fire Spirit Snake Sword, martial art with supernatural powers can display its true power!
The wind fuels the fire, and the fire rises with the wind!
"Sword up!"

The young man roared loudly, the spirit snake roared, and the wind and fire surged!
Between the sky and the fire, ghostly shadows of spirit snakes flickered, but it was difficult to see the real shadows.

"My lord, be careful! This is a phantom sword, very weird!"

Yang Ming said nervously.

Between the wind and the fire, it is difficult to see the shadow of the spirit snake sword, this is the true horror of swordsmanship!
"This is……"

In his eyes, Chen Xiu slowly formed seals, and his breath exploded!

The endless black breath spread out like mist.

The stellar energy dispersed, and Chen Xiu used his body as a seal to perceive the surrounding world!

In my mind, a crimson distorted sword image was reflected, and I could even feel the distribution of the strength of the breath!
"found it!"

Chen Xiu grinned, facing the wind and fire, his movements changed.

In an instant, it seemed to split into three shadows!
Phantom magic!

Between the wind and the fire, Chen Xiu's steps were light, and he completely dodged the long sword of the spirit snake, turning a blind eye!

Every sword passed by him!

When the young man slashed out with a sword, an indifferent voice sounded in his ears: "Death!"

The next moment, a powerful finger landed on his forehead.

Instant corpse separation!

At the moment of dying, the young man's face was still somewhat dull:
How did he escape my sword?

The momentum of the wind and fire suddenly dissipated!

When Yang Ming raised his head, there was already a corpse lying on the ground.

My lord is playing with that long sword!

how did you do that?
Yang Ming only had shock in his eyes!
"Let's go, find the next one." Chen Xiu said indifferently.

(End of this chapter)