This Swordsman is Too Steady

Lin Xiu's hand holding the gun's barrel creaked, and the tip of the gun spun a spear flower. The moment the voice fell, it was already smashing at the face of the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable!

clang!

The Shura knife raised the tip of the spear upwards, trying to make Lin Xiu come back without success.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the tip of the spear turned out to be Xuanzhi and mysteriously bypassed the blade and stabbed into his arm.

One of the two is a top demon, and the other is a cultivator of the honored realm. The speed is so fast that the afterimages are almost blurred.

The tip of the spear and the Asura sword can collide hundreds of times in one breath.

The spear and the Shura sword collided again, and then collided with each other.

"Second breath." Lin Xiu's calm voice sounded in the ears of the Qiang Rider at the right time.

He made full use of the advantages of the long weapon. The long spear first poked at the right eye of the Qiang Cavalry Demon Venerable, then twisted the spear body and danced the long spear into a tornado.

It's a real tornado.

A tornado composed of astral wind rose at the right time, and it was as cold as a knife, and it was attached to the tip of the gun.

This has turned from offensive to killing.

Although the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable is far inferior to Lin Xiu, no matter what, he is on the same level as Lin Xiu in terms of realm, and he still has the ability to see danger.

Frightened in an instant, he reacted quickly, counterattacked frantically, and tried his best to avoid and fight.

At this moment, the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable's black armor-like skin gradually revealed a deep purple color.

The gods and demons are on full display.

The space around his body had a faint tendency to collapse.

This is caused by the physique of the Qiang Riding Demon Venerable oppressing the space, and it can smash all things.

This is enough to prove how powerful the demons at the top demon level are to display their gods and demons.

However, Lin Xiu is not to be underestimated.

He is a cultivator in the town of Zhongwu Territory and the master of Taoism.

Lin Xiu exerted all her power to activate her mana, and her cultivation base had already been turned to the extreme at this time.

The turbulent wind raged, the light of the spear head bloomed, sweeping the world, the endless fighting spirit enveloped the world, the killing intent was overwhelming, and it was smashed at the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable.

It's everywhere, it's everywhere, there's no way to avoid it.

Puff puff! Puff puff!

During this process, the besieged demon cultivator burst into pieces one after another.

Even if their gods and demons are very powerful, even if they are only "rubbed" by the aftermath, there is still no room for resistance. They will explode in the first time, turning into a cloud of blood, and their minds will be destroyed.

This is not a level opponent at all.

Instant clearing.

At the moment, in the area within the reach of the spear, there are no other creatures except the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable, and the surrounding demon cultivators have all turned into dust.

The Qiang Rider Demon Venerable was shocked.

It is clear that the cultivation realm alone belongs to the same level, but the gap is so big that it makes people desperate.

hum!

Under the blessing of the **** and demon body, the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable blocked it with all his might, raised the Shura knife high, and pulled out a **** light like a piece of training, blocking the big spear.

But it was all in vain, Lin Xiu was extremely domineering, and instantly shook the **** light into a blood mist, and it was even more shocked that the bones of the wrist of the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable holding the knife were shattered.

But it's not over yet.

The Qiang Rider Demon Venerable's whole body was full of hair, and his body was tensed, feeling like falling into an ice cave.

"Tianlong!" He shouted angrily, urging the talent of Asura's bloodline with all his strength.

Between heaven and earth, an incomparably huge figure appeared behind the already burly body of the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable, condensing.

It was the spirit of a heavenly dragon, manifesting itself.

What is ultimate power?

The Qiang Rider Demon Venerable's current cultivation base is enough to bless himself with the power of a heavenly dragon.

This is ultimate power.

But he was still a step behind.

puff!

Like a dragon looking up.

Lin Xiu's real taboo ultimate move appeared and launched a lore.

The brilliance of the silver-bright long spear is like the flow of autumn water, the shadow of the spear is like a broken silver bottle, the wind is like a swinging tornado, and the moves are exquisite like an antelope hanging its horns.

No one could see clearly, and no one could see clearly, that long spear stabbed the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable through it so naturally.

The **** and demon body that gradually turned purple was like a thin layer of paper, which was completely vulnerable to a single blow.

"Third breath!"

Lin Xiu pulled out his spear and brought out a stream of blood from the Qiang Rider Demon Venerable, his face expressionless.

That long spear, at this moment, has a green energy lingering in the air, it seems to be happy, it seems to be chanting, it seems to be excited.

Long gun, named .

See you.

Rejoice in blood.

"Ah, don't let him go!" The Qiang Rider Demon Venerable screamed, his eyes widened, and he issued the last order before dying, and then died on the spot.

Lin Xiu mentioned the happy meeting, full of azure energy, looked at the demon cultivator who was surrounded by hesitation, and smiled calmly: "You can't stop me from besieging and killing like this."

At least one of the top powerhouses must take the lead to contain him, and then involve him in the center of the army formation. Such a situation can be called a siege.

But he took no more than 20 breaths in total from the start to the end of the battle. The position where the Qiang Cavalry Demon Venerable was not at the center of the army formation, but at the head of the army of millions of demons.

Under such circumstances, it is still far from forming a siege situation.

Lin Xiu looked around at the demon army, who could not see the head like a tide. She grabbed Huanjian Huan with both hands, and thrust it down, as if thinking of the void as the earth, and then inserted the spearhead into the earth.

A powerful wave rippled around the point where the gun head landed, and then hundreds of tornadoes rose out of thin air, completely submerging Lin Xiu's figure, and then swept the surroundings.

In the monstrous tornado, Lin Xiu's light and gentle voice came, "I, Lin Xiu, will kill one of your leaders today, 30,000 demon cultivators, and bury them with them!"

Lin Xiu didn't say who they were, but everyone knew who they were.

Tornadoes swirled in all directions, and the wind was blowing in all directions. One after another, the magic cultivators were overturned and fell from the sky without making a sound.

Crash.

The sound was like the spring breeze turning over the pages of a book.

Later history has a cloud, in the twenty-seventh year of Tianyuan, in the spring, the Asura tribe slaughtered 31 Guanglingguan cities and more than 100,000 monks, and Hou Linxiu killed the Asura tribe general Qiang Rider Demon Zun with a single shot, and the three devil repairers More than anything, in return.

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The heavy snow continued to fall, and the north wind was like a knife, blowing snowflakes and fluttering, and it was even more painful to the face.

Everywhere was covered in silver, a vast expanse of white.

Such weather and heavy snow, let alone pedestrians, even beasts are very rare.

Xia Daoyun, who had regained her green clothes, was walking on foot in the snow. She did not use her cultivation, so she had one foot deep and one foot shallow.

With every step, the snow drowns down to the calf, making a creaking sound.

This is the first month after she left Chang'an and followed Li Qiubei's road.

Although she did not use her cultivation, nor did she walk with her sword, Xia Daoyun was already a cultivator standing at the peak of the world, so her steps seemed to be unremarkable, neither rushed nor slow, but in fact But it is often able to span extremely long distances, as if shrinking into an inch.

Without deliberately mobilizing the body protection, the snow fell into her hair, even drilled into her neck, and the cold air hit.

Fortunately, for a cultivator of her level, it has long been cold and hot.

On the way, she met a farmhouse.

There is only one left-behind old woman in the farm family, and her wife died of illness two years ago, so she is alone.

She saw Xia Daoyun walking alone on the snowy road at the door.

The enthusiastic old man immediately called her over, pulled her into the room, made a cup of **** tea for her to drive her away from the cold, and kept her overnight, letting her wait until the snow was lighter before leaving.

When I set off again the next day, the snow was much smaller.

Xia Daoyun declined the old man's retention and was ready to go on the road again.

Seeing that Xia Daoyun had no intention of leaving, the old man thought for a while, and finally pulled out a large bamboo hat and a snow-proof hoodie from his home, saying that it was left by his deceased wife. Hunting in the mountains.

Xia Daoyun didn't reject the old man's good intentions any more, he put on a bamboo hat and a mink robe.

Finally, relying on a pair of feet, she climbed to the highest snow peak in this area.

The surrounding tree trunks were already bare and covered with ice.

Xia Daoyun stood in front of a cliff, facing the cold wind, the scorpion on his body was blown.

Condescending, all his eyes are bleak, and he can't see the slightest bit of anger.

In the silence, Xia Daoyun's eyes slowly moved to the right.

There, is a cliff.

It's just above the cliff, but for some reason, there are many mottled traces inexplicably. The three points of the wall are not formed by weathering, but more like a sword.

Xia Daoyun's eyes wandered among those mottled traces, and he was already absorbed in unconsciousness.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, and her eyes fell on the top of the cliff.

There, there is a line of large characters inscribed.

"Mountain dance silver snake, Yuanchi wax figure, I want to compete with the **** of heaven."

Xia Daoyun pursed his lips lightly and unconsciously revealed a very faint smile.

So, even with such a desolate scene~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Senior Li was thinking like this at the time?

Really proud.

she thought.

In the silence with only the sound of wind and snow, Xia Daoyun's mind was completely immersed, as if he saw the scene of the romantic child writing on the cliff during the Chang'an period.

So, with a bang, the bull's ear that had been engraved on the cliff was unsheathed, and after a lapse of ten thousand years, the sword fell on this cliff again.

After standing at the top of the mountain for a while, Xia Daoyun set off again, walked down the other side of the snow-capped mountain, and headed south.

There, it will no longer be snow, but a vast grassland.

The clear shadow is gone, and the top of the mountain is empty again.

But on the cliff, there is a line of sharp and cold big characters.

"Count the romantic figures, but also look at the present."