Martial Cultivator

A great battle unfolded between the father and daughter.

Xilu held out a sword, and the remaining sword intent in the snow and wind responded immediately, and in an instant, they revealed their appearance in the snow and wind.

Those flying swords condensed by snow and wind in the distance moved at this moment.

One flying sword after another began to travel through the snow and wind, leaving white marks, and now they kept sweeping forward and then crashed into the body of the demon emperor.

Although it was a bit inappropriate, these flying swords really looked like embroidery needles in the hands of some women, flying up and down, mending clothes.

But compared with the embroidery needles that could easily pierce the cloth, none of these flying swords could pierce the body of the demon emperor, and it was impossible to even get close to the demon emperor.

For a figure like the demon emperor, even if there had been a great battle before, it was not easy for Xilu to really make the demon emperor take it seriously at this moment.

However, Xilu was not an ordinary Fuyun demon after all. She practiced both swordsmanship and demon magic. In this world today, she was the only one.

After all the flying swords that seemed to be countless and formed by the wind and snow were broken, Xilu's real sword appeared.

It was a sword light, with a sense of autumn, whimpering in the wind and snow. It did not choose to carry the endless wind and snow, using their power to make this sword stronger and more powerful.

Instead, it tore through the wind and snow first, opened up a path here, and then crashed into the Demon Emperor.

The sword light was not as straight as the swords of other sword cultivators in the world, but suddenly became a little casual, like an autumn leaf, which was about to fall from the tree to the ground when blown by the wind.

And the Demon Emperor was on the ground.

He was even standing under a cedar.

At this time, in front of him, the wind and snow were all gone, and suddenly a gust of autumn wind blew, and this place became a scene of withering. The plain in the distance was full of withered weeds. As the autumn wind blew, they were like old dogs that could no longer stand up, with only the fur on their bodies being blown a little.

And more fallen leaves appeared at the feet of the Demon Emperor.

The cedar tree above his head has now become a ginkgo tree, with golden leaves that fall down in the wind.

There is a stream farther away, and beside the stream, there are several dead trees that have lost many leaves. Without leaves, they look like dead trees.

There are autumn leaves floating down the stream. Probably no one knows where those leaves are going, but they are moving with the water.

This may be drifting with the flow.

In the stream, more leaves have sunk to the bottom of the water, accompanied by mud, sand and gravel.

A big crab got under the fallen leaf, and then a series of bubbles emerged from the edge of the leaf.

There are some stone slabs of different sizes by the stream, which pave a road to the middle of the mountain.

There is a small building halfway up the mountain.

The small building is not big, but a little tall, about three stories high.

There is a wooden window on the third floor, which is slowly pushed open at this moment. A beautiful but expressionless woman is standing by the window.

She looked at the demon emperor under the ginkgo tree in the distance.

The demon emperor also looked at her.

A solemn scene.

It was autumn, but not autumn.

The next moment, the woman by the window suddenly left the small building and appeared by the stream. She stood by the stream and took a look at the bottom of the stream.

The crab was suddenly startled and crawled into the hole under the fallen leaf.

The woman moved again and came to the field, stepping on the dry grass.

When she appeared again, the woman came not far in front of the demon emperor, in front of the ginkgo tree. She looked up and saw a ginkgo leaf falling.

She reached out and grabbed it, and the fallen leaf turned into a flying sword.

It was autumn outside the building.

Then Xilu handed out the sword.

The small building in the distance collapsed.

There was no sound, but you could see the wood rolling out of the small building and rolling in the mountains.

Finally, it fell into the stream.

The trees beside the stream, which had already lost their branches and leaves, fell.

The stream dried up.

The crabs died.

A wildfire broke out in the wilderness.

The withered weeds were now burning, and thick smoke was rising in the wilderness.

The smoke drifted up and went far into the sky. The black smoke that started out first had disappeared, disappearing to the end of the sky.

This was a world full of autumn, but when Xilu handed out the sword, everything began to be destroyed.

The construction of the world requires countless efforts, but destruction only takes a moment.

In other words, this autumn feeling was probably created by her sword energy. Now that the sword energy is completely concentrated in this sword, the autumn feeling will naturally disappear.

The demon emperor facing this sword is facing a world.

He looked at the sword stabbing at him, and he seemed to have not reacted yet. At this moment, there was only autumn in his eyes.

The sword was getting closer and closer, and the ginkgo tree had turned back into a cedar again. The demon emperor finally came to his senses and looked at the sword stabbing at him.

He had fought with the goddess and the leader of the Sword Sect.

The former was the woman with the highest swordsmanship in the world, and the latter was the most powerful swordsman in the world. The swords of these two people were more terrifying and more lethal than Xilu's sword at the moment.

But Xilu's sword was different from the swords of all the swordsmen in the world.

The sword she handed out seemed to be just a sword, but in fact it had been integrated into all the surrounding places and mixed with the heaven and earth, which meant that no one could avoid this sword.

The Demon Emperor did not dodge, but he just stretched out his hand, and when the sword stabbed, he flicked his finger on the sword.

There was a crisp sound, to be precise, it was a bit like the sound of a drop of water falling on the sword.

There was a click.

The flying sword began to tremble, and then the skin of Xilu's hand holding the sword also trembled, and then countless winds and snow and endless space also trembled.

There was a ripple between heaven and earth.

The Demon Emperor looked at Xilu, looking at his most outstanding child, and said: "This sword is very good."

Xilu did not reply, she just swept the sword across the ripples, stabbing at the Demon Emperor before, but missed. The flying sword had already gone forward, and the tip of the sword had passed the Demon Emperor. At this moment, if she wanted to hurt him, she could only sweep it across.

The sword tip tore a path in the ripples, and then touched the Demon Emperor's invisible demonic energy that was all over his side.

The Demon Emperor is not an immortal, and he is not immortal. The reason why no one can hurt him is that he has created a barrier around his body with demonic energy.

This demonic energy cannot be seen with the eyes, but it really exists. If no one can tear it apart, then it is destined to be impossible to hurt him.

But at this moment, Xilu's sword has arrived here.

Although Xilu did not speak, he also understood that his father was indeed not as strong as the peak at this moment, because if he had no injuries at all, he would not have come here so easily.

But after the sword tip resisted the demonic energy, it was difficult to move forward.

Although the sword tip was constantly blooming with sword energy, it really couldn't tear apart the demonic energy of the Demon Emperor.

The Demon Emperor also raised his head and looked at Xilu at this moment.

His eyes bloomed with brilliance, and a dark light shot out from the Demon Emperor's eyes and hit Xilu's eyebrows.

Xilu took a few steps back and put away the sword at the same time. Lou Waiqiu's sword tip slashed at the light.

The demon emperor stretched out his hand and slapped Xilu's crown with one palm.

That hand didn't look powerful, but when it fell, it gave people the feeling of a huge mountain, full of oppression.

Xilu had no doubt that she would be crushed into meat paste, so she put away the sword very quickly and slashed at the palm of the demon emperor again.

Although she was a demon, she didn't know why she really had a talent for sword practice. Before, because she had two hearts, she practiced demon magic and sword separately.

Now that she has mastered it, she is more adept at the sword methods recorded by those sword masters.

After forcing the demon emperor's hand back with one sword, Xilu didn't intend to give up, but immediately handed out another sword.

The majestic sword energy bloomed at the tip of the sword, and a brighter sword light rose from the ground, rushing towards the demon emperor in front with a resolute and fearless attitude.

Xilu practiced sword without a master, because no one in the demon clan practiced sword, so when she decided to practice sword, she was destined to have no one to guide her.

In this respect, she was better than Xie Nandu, because when Xie Nandu practiced sword, he actually had Liu Banbi who was far away in the north to teach him.

Xilu's teachers only had the sword methods she got from the human race.

And that wisp of sword energy.

But Xilu still trained a sword immortal, a great sword immortal, and now she is even above the great sword immortal.

She is a true sword genius.

If she was born in the human race, she would be more dazzling than Xie Nandu, because she would become a great sword immortal earlier than Xie Nandu, and would be the object of pursuit of countless sword cultivators in the world, but unfortunately she is only a demon clan.

But Xilu will definitely not regret it, because she was born in the demon clan and she is the princess of the demon clan.

But in fact, it is hard to say.

Is this the princess of the demon race what Xilu wants to do?

The answer to this question, except Xilu herself, I think no one else can know.

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The sword light moved forward wantonly, but in an instant it attracted the other sword intentions around it. For a moment, it seemed that thousands of sword intentions kept hitting the body of the demon emperor, and the demon emperor frowned.

He had to flick his sleeves, trying to wipe out the sword intentions that kept approaching his body, while paying attention to the most dazzling and dangerous sword light.

At this moment, Xilu held the flying sword and kept passing the sword. In a very short time, she had passed countless swords, and each sword... was extremely terrifying.

With her cultivation, a casual sword is enough to kill an existence below the end of Forget Worry. At this moment, with so many swords, no matter how many Forget Worry comes, they will die.

But the demon emperor is not Forget Worry, nor is he the end of Forget Worry, or even an ordinary Fuyun, so he can't die, he just feels a little troublesome.

At the same time, he is also a little happy.

Only his daughter, the best work, could accomplish something that no demon race had ever accomplished.

Xilu's sword slashed at the demonic energy around the demon emperor one by one. If the demonic energy was a piece of extremely hard ice, then these swords would have cut countless marks on the ice.

But the criss-crossing sword marks left on the ice were not very meaningful, because they could not penetrate the ice.

However, these swords started after the brilliant sword light, but they came earlier than it, so what they had to do was probably to clear the way for the sword light.

Finally, after countless swords, the sword light also came.

It hit the ice.

There was some brief calm.

But calmness will always be broken.

Soon, there was a click.

That voice was only in the hearts of Xilu and the Demon Emperor, and no one else could hear it.

The sword light did not break the ice.

It just created countless cracks on it.

The Demon Emperor smiled. The Xilu in front of him was stronger than every Fuyun demon that had surrounded and killed him before.

She was indeed his daughter.

Xilu did not speak, but just raised the flying sword and stabbed it.

There was a strong autumn feeling.