Murong Longcheng sat on the throne,

Condescending

looked at the thin and weak Lu Xiao.

"Boy, who gave you the courage to break into my temple single-handedly?"

He sneered all over his face,

The eyes were even more contemptuous.

Don't say he's a weak boy,

is the martial saint,

Dare to break into the Lingxiao Pavilion single-handedly,

There is only one dead end!

Lu Xiao smiled faintly,

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. ”

"Just one question—are all your people all together?"

"What do you mean?"

Murong Longcheng said angrily.

Lu Xiao's indifferent and lazy appearance,

Completely infuriated him.

He Murong Longcheng,

The dignified martial saint,

Master of the Lunatic Cult,

The first powerhouse in the Western Regions,

Actually ignored by a little doll?

"When the people are together, I will start killing. ”

Lu Xiao smiled,

"If not. Then I'll trouble you again and notify you that it hasn't arrived. Save me to find them one by one, it's a waste of time. ”

As soon as these words came out,

Murong Longcheng was stunned.

"You...... Are you sick?"

"I can see it, this kid is a psychopath!"

"Haha......"

Lunatic cultists, laughing wildly.

"Boy, the people of the Cult of God are all here, you can kill them. ”

Murong Longcheng hooked his finger at Lu Xiao,

"You can start with the deity. ”

"I'll sit still and kill you. ”

"Thank you. ”

Lu Xiao smiled,

Very polite.

Then he walked towards Murong Dragon City,

One step, two steps,

From slow to fast,

An instant

It's an afterimage like electricity.

His steps are heavy.

With every step,

The entire temple was buzzing and trembling.

Then he drew his sword.

The sword is like a dragon!

Split towards Murong Dragon City on the throne.

Murong Dragon City was shocked!

He......

Where have you ever seen such a brilliant and sharp sword light?

Where have you ever seen such a domineering and sharp sword aura?

Where have you ever seen such a sword intent that spans the ages?

He was shaking.

He was afraid.

He's peeing his pants.

"How...... How is that possible?!"

He panicked and mobilized the fiery true element in his body,

slapped a palm towards Lu Xiao.

This palm,

Contains an incomparably tyrannical and mighty power!

It's a mountain,

It can be smashed!

This is the power of the Martial Saint!

Raise your hands and feet,

It can shake the sky!

And yet—

Such a domineering palm,

But he couldn't stop Lu Xiao's sword at all.

There is no stagnation in the sword qi,

Penetrate the palm blockade.

The blade of the Heavenly Punishment Sword,

That's it,

Slowly,

Gentle,

and resolute,

Swept past Murong Longcheng's neck.

He clutched his neck and fell back to his throne.

"You ......"

What he wanted to say,

The tone has become extremely strange.

"You're dead. ”

Lu Xiao said.

Don't look at him again.

The next second,

Murong Longcheng's head,

And he detached from his neck and fell to the ground with a thud.

Grunt rolling.

And his headless body still sits on his throne,

There was blood mixed with the internal organs, splashing out,

It is like a cruel and beautiful bloody flower, which is in full bloom.

Stunned.

The Lunatic Cultists, led by the Four Dharma Kings, were all stunned.

Their Master,

A dignified martial saint,

The strongest man in the Western Regions.

There is a powerful leader who penetrates the heavens and the earth,

That's it...... He's dead?

Died under the sword of this weak young man.

And this boy,

Kill their master,

It's not much different from killing a chicken.

"Now...... I'm here to kill you. ”

Lu Xiao's sword turned,

There were four sword qi that slashed towards the four Dharma kings.

These four Dharma Kings,

There is also the peak cultivation of the Tianyuan Realm,

A great martial arts master who is rampant in all directions!

But he couldn't even run away,

In the next moment, it turned into four clouds of blood mist and exploded.

"The wind is green. ”

Lu Xiao continued to draw his sword,

Countless sword qi flashed, and the hustle and bustle was in the dust!

The sword is like a bleak wind, without fireworks.

The falling sword is like a big river, and the wind and thunder are stirring!

Countless Luna-worshipping cultists screamed and wailed.

Some of their arms were cut off by sword qi.

Some had their legs cut off by sword qi.

Some simply had their heads cut off.

"How is Dai Zong!"

Maybe it's because the killing is not fast enough,

Lu Xiao's sword momentum changed again.

Supreme sword intent, straight to the sky,

It can swallow the sun and the moon, and it can last forever!

More tragic deaths,

If crushed by Mount Tai falling from the Nine Heavens Milky Way,

visceral bones and flesh,

It's all powder!

"Crane Singing Jiugao!"

"Dragon Battle Eight Desolations!"

It's two more swordsmanship, and it's used gradually,

The former is elegant and chic, and it is extremely colorful in the world!

The latter flying dragon soars into the sky, which should be the color of the sky!

Inside the temple, the Lunatic cult,

Seven or eight out of ten.

Lu Xiao's killing intent,

But it has not diminished.

Say the killing spree,

Let's go on a killing spree!

Say that the door is full of destruction,

And it will be destroyed!

Kill one less, and it's not over.

"I use this sword to ask the sky, why is the common people innocent?"

The sword light is full of light, intertwined into a net.

Prosperity falls, and it dissipates into smoke.

all

It's nothing but disillusionment.

This is the last sword that cannot be described in words.

Raise the sword, flow the wind back to the snow.

Falling sword, heaven and earth, wind and thunder.

The sun and the moon can be deceived.

Xiao Han can be Ling.

Life and death can be broken.

Heaven can be destroyed!

It was a lowly mortal,

With an unyielding heart,

A sword to this unforgiving world!

Under this sword,

Lunatic cultists, all dead.

Lu Xiao collected his sword.

Walked up to Patriarch Oren and bowed.

"Uncle Oulun, in this life, Lu Xiao does not worship heaven and earth, and does not respect ghosts and gods. But the death of so many people in the Elite Tribe is my lack of thought, and this is the only apology I can express. ”

"You ...... Go home and rebuild your home. As long as you are still there, the Elite will still be there, and the flame of your civilization will not be extinguished. ”

Turn around and leave.

A sad place,

He didn't want to stay long.

Push open the temple door,

Outside, the wind and snow are turbulent, obscuring the sky and the sun.

"Lu Xiao ......"

The wind chimes chased after him.

"Let's go back. I'm not the person you're looking for. ”

Lu Xiao smiled bitterly.

Then there was a sword book, which fluttered in the hands of the wind chimes.

"This is my self-created Zixiao Sword Codex, a total of seven styles. You take it, study it slowly, and protect your people. ”

"Then I...... Can I see you again?"

"If within three years, you can master these seven sword moves, then come to Middle-earth to find me. If not, you and I will end up here. ”

"I ...... Will definitely try. ”

Wind chimes clenched little fists,

The voice is firm,

In the snowstorm, wear far, far away.

Lu Xiao turned around and left.

Step into the snowstorm.

Three years later,

He's afraid he's no longer in this realm.

And in three years,

Wind chime, a girl with no foundation in martial arts,

How is it possible to integrate these seven styles of swordsmanship?

If you can understand it thoroughly,

Her martial arts realm,

It is the supreme god realm, vertical and horizontal!

Wind Chime watched Lu Xiao leave,

My heart was filled with indescribable sadness.

She knows,

He is not a heartless person.

In his heart, there lived a woman he loved deeply.

Unfortunately,

This woman is not her.

But she ......

Won't give up.

……

On the same day, a piece of news spread throughout the Western Regions, and even throughout Middle-earth.

The first force in the Western Regions, the Moon God Cult,

From the sect leader Murong Longcheng down, all the Dharma protectors, Dharma kings, and elders, including ordinary disciples, died.

Lunatics destroyed.

Completely cut off the inheritance and disappear from the world.

And those who do this,

Just a weak-crowned teenager.

Legend

At noon that day,

The young man wore a sword alone, faced the wind and snow, and stepped on the snowy mountain.

A herder asked:

"Young man, what are you going to do?"

Juvenile Flicking Sword:

"Crush the sky. ”

"Why?"

"There is nothing but a sword. ”

"What kind of sword?"

"No box and no sheath, Qingfeng is three feet three. The sword comes in the dark and the night is bright, and it can bend the world's soldiers. ”

"You're a sword immortal?"

"It's not. ”

"Then you ......"

"There are nine million sword immortals in the sky, and I need to lower my eyebrows when I see me. ”

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