Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 145: Lay out the world, everyone will die (please subscribe)
"Junior sister, we are going to work hard today!"

When things got to this point, Liu Chuxuan completely put aside all luck and worries about gains and losses. He raised his fingers together and wiped the blade of the sword, his tone full of determination.

"It's just death, so what's there to be afraid of?" Sun Buer held the long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with evil aura.

"But even if it means death, they have to pay the price."

In such a desperate situation of life and death, Sun Buer seemed to have returned to the days when he followed Wang Chongyang and walked around the world.

There is no need to have any scruples, no need to be timid, just hold the sword in your hand and kill when you want.

Zheng!
Two sword sounds like dragon roars sounded almost at the same time, instantly stirring up the wind and snow in the sky, and streaking across the sky with extremely sharp sharp edges.

Then Liu Chuxuan took a step forward, and the cold long sword in his hand instantly broke through the air and struck at Master Zicong with a roar.

"Old guy, your opponent is me!"

Nimoxing took action, and a snake-shaped iron whip roared out. Before anyone arrived, the turbulent wind was already overwhelmingly rushing towards Liu Chuxuan.

This person is worthy of being one of the eight masters sitting down under Emperor Meng. The roaring snake-shaped whip has blocked all the enemy's retreat routes while shaking.

Liu Chuxuan felt as if a giant python covered with dense iron scales was rushing towards him, trying to strangle him completely.

"I'm not his opponent!"

As soon as Liu Chuxuan saw his move, he knew that this person must have penetrated the two channels of Ren and Du and reached the innate realm.

He took a deep breath and abandoned all despair and fear. His heart was as strong as steel. Facing such a fierce killing, the fighting spirit in his eyes burned like a torch.

The figure galloped like a golden goose, the sword light tore through the wind and snow, and accompanied by the sound of Qingyue's sword, he made the most pure and regretless sword strike in his life.

"kill!!"

Nimoxing practiced the Sakyamuni Elephant Throwing Technique, and his physical strength was inhuman. He held an iron whip, and the air roared when he hit it. He shouted: "Take my whip!"

The weapon in his hand is extremely delicate, like a spiritual snake made of fine iron. The head is triangular, shaped like a living poisonous snake. The whip body is made of countless small iron balls, and the snake's head and tail have sharp spikes.

This strange weapon can change in countless ways between movements, and its moves are weird and unpredictable. Coupled with his incredible power of throwing elephants in his life, he really has the courage to do anything.

When on the battlefield, killing people is like cutting grass, coming and going freely, and no one can compete with him.

Although Liu Chuxuan had profound internal strength and exquisite swordsmanship, he did not have the full control of Ren and Du. How could he compete with such a master?

In the surging and fierce wind, Liu Chuxuan's expression remained unchanged, and the rich zhenqi in his body exploded. The long sword in his hand shook, the sword body vibrated, and it split into three instantly.

Wherever the sword light passed, the sharp edge was revealed. Under the exquisite movement of force, it seemed that 27 long swords were falling towards Nemo Star.

This is exactly what one can achieve by cultivating one qi into three pure beings to the level of Dacheng.

The sword light was overwhelming and extremely powerful!
boom!
Iron whip and long sword clash!

Dang!

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the wind exploded!
Liu Chuxuan felt a huge force sweeping through him, and the long sword in his hand broke with a clang. Even the deep internal strength accumulated over decades could not withstand it.

His internal organs shook violently, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body was knocked upside down by the powerful blow, and then he was hit hard in the snow. He couldn't get up for a long time.

With just one blow, Liu Chuxuan, one of the Quanzhen Seven Sons, was seriously injured and dying, without the slightest resistance.

"What the Quanzhen Seven Sons are, I think it's nothing more than that." Nimoxing held a snake whip in his hand, a look of disdain flashed across his face, "I think these Han people from the Central Plains are just good at boasting, they have loud names, but they don't have much ability. Sample."

At this time, on the other side, Sun Buer had also fought with Xiao Xiangzi.

She rushed up, flew her sword into the air, and stabbed Xiaoxiangzi amidst the clanging sound of the sword.

The sword light roared like rough waves, mixed with the wind and snow, falling head-on.

This swordsmanship is her own superior swordsmanship, Canglan Sword. Although it is only a superior martial art, it is the most suitable for her. At the critical moment of life and death, all the so-called top martial arts are forgotten.When real masters compete with each other, their lethality becomes secondary. The most important thing is that they cannot reveal any flaws, otherwise they will be defeated in three or two moves.

Therefore, those top martial arts that have not been cultivated to great success or even perfection are not as useful as self-created superior martial arts in actual combat.

"Qingjing Sanren's swordsmanship indeed has some skills, but unfortunately, it's still too far behind!"

Xiaoxiangzi heard the clanging sword sound in his ears, raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and then slammed down the mourning stick made of fine steel in his hand.

boom!
Like a thunderbolt from the blue!

His seemingly shriveled, zombie-like body made a sound like thunderous bones shaking, and the mourning stick in his hand was raised high, making a whining sound like a ghost's howl.

No matter how powerful your sword is, I will not dodge or dodge, I will just hit it with one stick!
Xiaoxiangzi originally practiced the secret art of taiyin refining from the Jiangxi lineage. He had already penetrated the Ren and Du lineage through forbidden techniques more than ten years ago.

Although he will never be able to enter a higher realm again in this life, and he pays an extremely terrible price, he needs to drink hot human blood all year round to suppress the Yin Qi in his body.

But such a result is already an achievement that countless people in the world dream of.

The innate Taiyin Qi, coupled with the steel-like body tempered by the art of alchemy, made him a zombie-like existence in the legend.

Infinitely powerful, invulnerable, cruel and bloodthirsty!

In the roar of the enemy, Sun Buer could see that the mourning stick was so powerful that even the wind and snow in the sky were blown away by the fierce wind.

Under the indescribable power and cold aura, she felt like she was falling into an ice cave, especially when her own will to resist quickly collapsed like ice melting into snow in the face of that cruel and murderous madness.

Amid the fierce and violent wind, Sun Buer felt that the moment the sword and stick came into contact, a cold and violent aura rushed into his limbs and bones with irresistible force.

Her whole body was like a broken sack, and she was knocked to the ground by a heavy hammer, and passed out motionless.

Master Zicong had already expected this scene. Seeing that the two of them were seriously injured and fell to the ground, he walked slowly to Liu Chuxuan's side.

Then he took out a tightly wrapped ice soul silver needle from his cuff, flicked his fingertips, and instantly sank into Liu Chuxuan's thigh.

When Liu Chuxuan saw the Ice Soul Silver Needle in his hand, his pupils had already tightened, and a certain thought flashed in his mind. Blood dripped from his mouth, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You, you want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, causing Quanzhen Sect and Gu The conflict between the tomb faction..."

Before he finished speaking, the poison on the ice soul silver needle broke out, causing his vision to go dark and he fainted.

"You are still the same as before. You have not made any progress. You are still so petty. You only think about the Quanzhen Ancient Tomb Sect. It is really boring."

As Master Zicong spoke, he took out another ice-soul silver needle and inserted it into Sun Buer's arm. Then he turned to Nimoxing and Xiaoxiangzi and said, "Two seniors, the matter has been finished. It’s time for us to go.”

Nimoxing glanced at the two people who were gradually being submerged by the wind and snow, a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and said: "Why bother, just beat these two people to death."

Master Zicong walked towards Zhongnan Mountain and said without looking back: "Killing them is very easy, there is no rush."

"On the contrary, by keeping them alive, Ma Yu and Qiu Chuji can use their innate energy to prolong their lives."

Xiaoxiangzi followed behind silently and did not speak, but his heart was full of fear for the young and handsome monk not far ahead.

"Although Nimoxing is very powerful, he is an idiot who only knows how to kill people. This guy is the real ruthless character!"

"If things go smoothly this time, most of the martial arts masters in the Central Plains will be wiped out in one fell swoop."

"The Scarlet Train Fairy Li Mochou and the Seven Quanzhen Sons will all die!"

"At that time, Guo Jing, who is based in Xiangyang, will also be lured out, which will create loopholes in Xiangyang City's defense."

As he walked, he thought about the information and intelligence he knew, and his heart became cold. "Then the Mongolian army can take the opportunity to raid Xiangyang, attack the city in one fell swoop, and sweep across the Song Dynasty court."

"Emperor Meng only asked him to deal with the murder of Huo Du, but he laid many traps to leverage the general trend of the world on his own."

"This type of person is truly ruthless and must not be offended."

(End of this chapter)