Martial Dao Great Emperor

When Luo Xiu uttered these words, many martial artists looked complicated.

Lei Weilong has a lot of power in Douhai County, and he is the number one powerhouse in Douhai County and the number one king of war!

Even in the eyes of most people, what this black-robed young man said was rebellious, and a few people even came out to kill him to please Lei Wumen's thoughts.

A young man of about fifteen years old, even if his strength is amazing, could he still beat the Great Martial Master?

What's more, there are not only one or two great martial artists present, and a few more are half-step cultivation skills!

"Arrogant enough, arrogant enough, the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, although it is courageous, but it is also seeking its own death!"

The great martial artist who had planned to rescue Lei Muyan before gave a cold snort, flipped his hand and took out a long spear, "I want to see how strong your young boy is to speak wild words."

Luo Xiu looked at Wen Qiusheng who was talking coldly, "Want to kill me to please Lei Wumen? You are seeking your own death!"

A teenage boy actually didn't pay much attention to the great martial artist of the innate nine-layer realm!

The eyes of the people around him fell on Luo Xiu's body, all their eyes condensed, and they really didn't know whether to say that this young man was arrogant and ignorant, or whether he was ignorant of life and death.

Wen Qiusheng didn't get angry but laughed, "Wen has practiced martial arts for forty years, how can he be angry with you, a stinky hairy boy?"

In the eyes of other people nearby, this young man who claimed to be'Sura' was only a six-layered innate cultivation base. He killed the seven-layered Lei Muyan with a high-level battle body, but his strength was much worse than that of the great martial artist. Ridiculous.

"Boy, how do you want to die?" There was a playful look in Wen Qiusheng's eyes.

"If you want to kill me to please Lei Wumen, you will regret it!" Luo Xiu's expression was extremely indifferent.

As he spoke, Luo Xiu's gaze swept to the others around him, "Who else wants to kill me to please Lei Wumen? You can come out together, and I will take it today."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone's eyes froze. Could this young man lose his heart? Dare he be more arrogant?

The opposite Wen Qiusheng was also stunned. This black robe boy was crazy, he must be crazy. His posture would completely disregard the many innate martial artists present. Who did he think he was? Are you a master of refining Wuzong?

The movement here made the several martial arts masters who felt the intent of the sword at the foot of the mountain frowned and looked at them. A small congenital six-fold ant, dare to be so frivolous?

Many innate martial masters surrounded it, and Luo Xiu stood in the field.

Today, he will be here, in the name of ‘Sura’, to declare to the world that he will step through the Leiwu Gate and take the top level of Lei Weilong!

"Arrogant kid, go to death, why don't you need anyone else, Wen can kill you by raising his hand!"

The radiance of flame innocence emerged from Wen Qiusheng's body, and the spear flicked, and the flames burned the air and rippled.

A swift and violent shot was delivered, and the heat wave was surging. The great martial artist's momentum formed a coercion, swept all around, so that many nearby martial artists below the master's cultivation level felt the pressure.

And Luo Xiu, under the pressure of this majestic aura, seemed to be swallowed by flames and turned into ashes at any time.

However, at this moment, a **** murderous aura spread, like a sharp sword, shattering the aura of Great Master Wen Qiusheng.

A palm stretched out, Black Flame condensed, and raised his hand to pinch the sharpest tip of the spear.

"High-level combat body physical realm!"

The crowd's eyes condensed. Although Wen Qiusheng's spear is a middle-ranking human, but with his master's cultivation base, even a high-level combat body can break through the defense.

After all, although the high-level combat body is strong, but the Shura young man's cultivation base is not high, and he can't exert much power.

"dead!"

Wen Qiusheng frantically urged the flames, and his spear buzzed and trembled like a fire dragon about to wake up.

"broken!"

Luo Xiu spit out the same word, his palm fingers suddenly pressed hard, and there was a crisp sound, and the spear tip of the spear was crushed by him.

And at this moment, Luo Xiu pointed out, and the black flame sword light heaved, and this finger was like urging a human-level high-grade war sword, as fast as thunder and lightning.

Wen Qiusheng's movements stagnated for an instant, the flames surrounding him instantly extinguished, his eyes rolled round, and a blood hole between his brows was shocking.

At this moment, everyone trembled!

What a strong body, what a fast sword!

The physical body of a high-level combat body is like a high-grade warrior of a human rank, using the finger as a sword, only fast and not broken, and kill the great martial artist!

"Sword of Consummation!"

"In the realm of swordsmanship, this son is comparable to many martial arts masters!"

Many people were shocked because many Wuzongs who cultivated the gods were in the state of consummation of martial arts, and the Wuzongs who could comprehend the meaning of martial arts were all the existence of Fengmao water chestnut.

A finger sword really shocked the audience.

At the foot of the mountain, the martial arts masters who felt the intent of the sword were all amazed. A fifteen-year-old young man who cultivated a high-level combat body, he could even complete his practice with a fast sword and kill the great martial artist with one finger?

Don't say that Lei Wumen, the first force in Douhai County, even if it is a large sect in the six states of Tianwu Kingdom, it may not have such a genius.

There is no doubt that if such a genius grows up, he might one day break through the Leiwu Gate and take the Lei Weilong item to the top.

In the surrounding crowd, there were also a few people who wanted to kill the black-robed boy to please Lei Wumen. At this moment, they all looked at Wen Qiusheng's fallen body in a daze.

Some of these people are not as strong as Wen Qiusheng. If they were to be themselves just now, they would definitely be slain by this young man.

Although this black-robed young man only has six innate cultivation bases, his **** murderous aura is too terrifying, and his strength is even more terrifying. Under the refining of Shen Wuzong, I am afraid that few people can compete with it.

But when I thought that there were so many people present, and there was only one person in this black robe boy, these people's minds settled down, and there was a sneer in their eyes.

"Who else wants to kill me, come out!"

Luo Xiuao stood still, looking around the strong, domineering and arrogant.

Half a year ago, he could only look up to Xiantian. Now that he kills Xiantian like a dog, why hide his arrogance and madness? To live forever between this world!

"Hugh's arrogance!"

The four figures stepped out, showing murderous intent, each of them was a great martial artist's cultivation base, not weaker than Wen Qiusheng.

These four people seemed to have negotiated, and they started directly as soon as they came up, and at the same time they killed Luo Xiu.

"kill!"

Luo Xiu snorted softly, and the **** murderous aura condensed by beheading hundreds of innate monsters was overwhelmingly oppressing the four great martial artists.

At the same time, he stepped forward, one after another, and nine steps in succession.

The two figures flew out in an instant, blood spattered and flew, one had a hole in his throat, and one had a heart pierced.

Everyone felt their hearts trembled. This was crazy. Two great martial artists were instantly killed when they met each other?

Even the few masters on the scene who were only half a step away from refining the gods still had awe-inspiring eyes. Even if they were replaced by them, they couldn't do so simply and neatly.

When Luo Xiu killed two great martial artists, the attacks of the other two also fell on him.

He practiced fast swords, and he paid attention to the one-strike kill. When he shot the enemy, he only attacked but not defended, leaving no extra energy.

Even if it is a high-level combat body, the attack of the great martial artist is not to be glimpsed. Luo Xiu snorted, took three steps back, and suffered some internal injuries.

"he got hurt!"

Seeing this scene, the two great martial artists looked happy, and didn't care about the two companions who were killed.

It's just that the smiles on their faces won't be able to be put away in the future, and the smiles will always be frozen on their faces.

The sword behind Luo Xiu suddenly emerged, and the Nether Death Flame condensed and exploded, and a great martial artist was cut off by the waist, blood spurting like a basin.

And the last great martial artist was broken with a finger from his left hand.

His sword is fast to the extreme, and the innate martial artist's perception is not as good as it is. Only by mastering the gods and masters can the trajectory and speed of the sword be captured.

In the body, the power of life and death is transformed into the power of life, repairing the damaged life vein.

In just a moment, the injuries suffered by being attacked by the two great military masters returned to their original condition.

After beheading three great martial artists one after another, all of them were innate ninefold, the murderous aura on Luo Xiu's body became more intense again.

Even hunters who have been practicing outside for many years will rarely condense such strong murderous aura, because killing the same level will not condense murderous aura. Only by leapfrogging an opponent who is stronger than yourself will the body spontaneously. Condensed fierce murderous aura.

Those who can leapfrog the challenge are all geniuses, but even if they are geniuses, they have to condense a substantive **** murderous aura. How many opponents whose cultivation base is stronger than themselves can this be done?

"You are young and frivolous, amazing in strength, you are very good."

An indifferent voice sounded, speaking of a master who had half-stepped in the realm of refining the gods, and the person's soul perception had transformed into divine consciousness.

"It's not a good thing for young people to be too arrogant. You have to pay for it."

Half a step to refine the spirit and condense the sense of spirit, this person dared to stand up after killing three great martial artists one after another in Luo Xiu, because he was not afraid of the unpredictable quick sword of the gods and ghosts.

No matter how fast your sword is, the spiritual sense can also capture the trace speed, and you can control the overall situation in the battle. If you see the fire, this is a half-step training!

This person is named Mo Zhou, who is a casual cultivator, half-step practicing God.

Due to the search order issued by the Yan family, the masters of the three major forces of Lei Wumen, Gongsun Family, and Yongchang Pavilion all sent out to search for Yan Yueer's whereabouts.

Therefore, in the vicinity of Guanlei Temple, the martial arts of the three major powers are all under the cultivation of gods. Otherwise, if it is on weekdays, if someone dared to say such crazy words, any **** of thunder martial arts could raise their hands and kill Kill this black robe boy.

Speaking of it, Luo Xiu also knew that there were no powerhouses above the three major powers, so he dared to be so high-profile.

He is courageous, but he is not a fool, knowing that he will die, he will not do it.

"Your quick sword is useless to me."

This Mo Zhou is not nonsense, the momentum on his body is directly blooming, and the white light surrounding him is as sharp as a sword.

Metallic infuriating, known for its powerful offensive power!

The half-step training is far more powerful than the nine major martial artists. Even if Luo Xiu reaches the perfect state with a quick sword, he can't make up the gap in cultivation.

Luo Xiu didn't say a word, but when he stepped out, he punched out.

Even if he didn't need to use the sword, with the skill of fast sword art, whether he punched out his palm, he was as fast as a sword.

Mo Zhou snorted coldly, condensing his true qi with his palms and fists. The gold-type true qi entangled and collided with the Nether Death Flame, making a crackling sound.

"What a weird attack."

Perceiving a ray of cold death invading his body, Mo Zhou suddenly felt his palm numb as if he lost consciousness, his face changed slightly.

As long as the strength does not exceed his own too much, the power of death can invisibly damage the life line of the opponent, this strange method, Mo Zhou can not understand the mystery.

"kill!"

Luo Xiu's killing intent rose to the extreme, and the sword was unsheathed and slashed out quickly.

This sword not only condensed the Nether Death Flame, but also his killing intent seemed to be faintly integrated into this sword.

"I said, your fast sword is useless to me!"

Mo Zhou's divine sense locked the sword, and his figure flashed, causing Luo Xiu's swift sword to fall.

However, he was obviously not hit by the war sword, but a sharp aura enveloped him, making Mo Zhou feel like his body was about to be torn apart.

"This... is this sword intent?"

Mo Zhou's heart trembled, but Xuan even denied his guess, because if it were the sword intent, he was already dead with the sword just now.

The artistic conception of martial arts is not innately understood and mastered.

Because martial arts requires the power of divine consciousness to control, this also means that the lowest threshold for comprehending and mastering martial arts is the spiritual realm.

At the moment, Luo Xiu integrated the killing intent into the fast sword, because he did not understand the sword intent, but he touched the subtlety of the sword intent.

"Xuantian changed!"

Luo Xiu took out the sword again, the sword was not yet cut, and the **** murderous aura had already been fiercely thrown out, making Mo Zhou feel tingling pains from his body, letting him understand that even though this young man had not grasped the sword intent, he had already touched the sword intent. A touch of mystery.

This sword was spurred with six times the power of Xuantian's transformation, and the black flame sword aura rose to the sky, with a terrifying aura of destruction and shattering everything.

With this sword, even so fast that even the spiritual sense could not catch it, the air was torn away, and it flashed away like a meteor.