The vast desert, the lonely smoke drifts, lingers in the air, and escapes in the wind.

At the end of the desert, there is a red sun.

Lonely and hanging, the entire desert is reflected in a magnificent blood red.

Rugged and majestic.

As night fell, the nomadic herders migrating across the Gobi set up camp early, ready to rest for the night before setting off.

At this moment, there was a faint starry sky, and countless streamers flew by, flying towards the towering ancestral mountain in the distance.

Seeing this scene, the nomads put down what they were doing, knelt on the ground, and shouted for the gods to come to earth.

Today is the day of the decisive battle between the Kunlun Sword God Wei Kuxue and the Huaxia Immortal Lu Zixiao.

Not only China, but the whole world is very concerned about this battle, and they all rushed to it.

At this time, deep in the Kunlun Mountains.

Tens of thousands of people gathered, located on various hills.

It is said to be a mountain, but the ravines in the middle are thousands of feet deep, and there is no bottom.

Those who are not strong in the god realm cannot go up.

"The hour is near. ”

Ling Hulong glanced at the sky and said.

"Hmm. ”

The old man beside him nodded, then turned his gaze to a mountain peak in the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Principal Linghu, do you know how many people over there?"

"There don't seem to be those internationally renowned powerhouses, right?"

When Linghu Long heard this, he followed the old man's eyes, but saw a few people standing on the top of the mountain a hundred feet away from them.

The man at the head was dressed in a robe, and his appearance could not distinguish between men and women.

He seemed to feel Ling Hulong's gaze and turned his head to look.

The moment the two eyes met, the fox dragon only felt his heart beat suddenly, as if he was pinched by someone's hand.

An indescribable coldness instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to his head, making him lose his ability to think in an instant.

The old man on the side saw that something was wrong with Ling Hulong, and hurriedly held Ling Hulong up.

"Principal Linghu, are you alright?"

The old man asked.

The fox dragon's originally empty gaze slowly became bright.

Wake up suddenly.

"This person's cultivation is unfathomable. ”

Ling Hulong only felt cold sweat all over his body.

The moment his eyes met just now, he felt his heart shake, and almost instantly, his mind was lost.

Although it has something to do with his defenselessness.

However, with just one look, it can invade the mind of a monk in an instant, which shows its strength.

At least, it's also a half-step void cultivation.

"Who the hell is this person?"

Ling Fox Dragon tightly held the sword jade given by Lu Xiao before.

"Mole ants. ”

In the distance, Huyan Jueluo Xiu slowly withdrew his gaze, his face full of disdain.

At this moment, several streamers in the distance tore through the fog and surged in.

The first person, like a man and a woman.

It is different from Huyan Jueluo Xiu.

He is physiologically unable to distinguish between men and women.

Comer.

It was Brahma.

They randomly found a hill to stand on.

"How much longer?"

Brahma asked.

"Half an hour. ”

The subordinate hurriedly replied.

"Wait. ”

With that, Brahma closed his eyes.

Time flows slowly, half an hour, in a flash.

At the moment when the sun completely sets and the wind and snow are faint.

Everyone present opened their eyes and got up, and they all set their eyes on the main peak of Kunlun.

"It's coming!"

In Brahma's eyes, endless flames burned.

As soon as the words fell, a sword light rushed into the sky, the sword light raged, the sky was full of fog and snow, and the moment the sword light rose, it instantly escaped.

Heaven and earth are pure.

"What a strong sword intent. ”

A solemnity flashed in Huyan Jueluo Xiu's eyes: "It seems that I still underestimate this earth cultivation world that was purged by Emperor Ye Tian. ”

"It seems that things have to be considered in the long run. ”

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man appeared on the central hill.

Among them, the middle-aged man, dressed in a white robe like snow, seems to be integrated with the perennial snow-covered Kunlun Mountain.

Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, although the body is not burdened with a sword, but the whole body is full of fierce energy.

Present, there were many old people in the cultivation world, and as soon as this person appeared, everyone recognized him.

It is the Kunlun Sword God, Wei Kuxue!

He stood there with a cold expression, neither happy nor sad, like an ancient Buddha.

"The hour has come, show up, Lu Zixiao. ”

The voice was flat, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Everyone looked around, waiting for Lu Xiao to appear, but three breaths passed, but they still didn't see Lu Xiao appear.

Just when everyone was wondering. On a mountain in the corner of the Kunlun mountains.

"Grandpa, why hasn't Lord Immortal come yet?"

One was wearing a goose yellow dress and couldn't help but ask.

"Grandpa doesn't know. ”

Beside her, an old man smiled and said, "Probably, I was delayed by something." ”

A young man sitting beside them slowly stood up.

"So the time has come. ”

He smiled and walked slowly towards the side of the mountain.

"Hey, what are you going to do?"

The girl behind her couldn't help but ask.

"Thank you for your tea. ”

The young man smiled lightly: "I'm going to fight Wei Kuxue." ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Xiao stepped forward and disappeared in an instant.

Leaving the grandfather and grandson, they have not come back to their senses for a long time.

This young man was the one they met on the road.

Originally, I thought that Lu Xiao was a little monk who was shallow in cultivation and came here, so he took him for a ride.

It was a moment before they reacted.

It turned out that this little monk was the world-shaking Huaxia Immortal, Lu Zixiao.

Just when everyone was wondering why Lu Zixiao hadn't shown up yet.

A figure suddenly appeared on the hill opposite Wei Kuxue.

Unlike Wei Kuxue's earth-shattering, Lu Xiao's appearance was silent, as if he had been there all along.

The moment he appeared, the faces of everyone present changed.

They didn't even find out how Lu Xiao appeared there.

Huyan Jueluo Xiu looked at this scene, and a touch of shock flashed in his silver pupils.

Lu Xiao's strength far exceeded his imagination.

With his current strength, even if he goes all out, he is not sure of defeating Lu Xiao.

Brahma's burning pupils shrank suddenly.

Lu Xiao is different from Wei Kuxue.

If Wei Kuxue is a sword, Lu Xiao is like air.

Standing there, it's like being one with the wind and snow.

"You're here. ”

Wei Kuxue's eyes were like electricity.

"Yes, I'm here. ”

Lu Xiao smiled lightly.

Silence, long silence.

The two faced each other like clay sculptures.

The wind is getting stronger.

"Get out of your sword. ”

Wei Kuxue said lightly.

He looked at Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao's eyes were deep, as quiet as the night sky.

It's like Li Pifu a few decades ago.

"Where's your sword?"

Lu Xiao asked.

"The so-called road is simple, the way of the sword is complete, no sword is better than a sword, why do you need a sword?"

Wei Kuxue shook her head.

"You're wrong. ”

Lu Xiao smiled and shook his head, raised his hand with a move, and with a touch of sword light, it came from the sky, pierced through the fog, and fell into his hands.

"Am I wrong?"

Wei Kuxue shook her head: "This place is the entrance to the Kunxu Realm, and the spatial strength of this place is ten thousand times that of other places, so let's fight!"

(End of chapter)