Facing the overseer's threatening gaze, Shao Xuechen shook his head helplessly, and then headed for the battlefield. The sword in his hand was taken away, and he couldn't find a new weapon for a while, could it be that he wanted to fight the demons with his fists? He couldn't help but roll his eyes, but in the next second, the ancient sword came to his hand, like a meteor descending from the sky, dragging a long dazzling blue tail, through most of the battlefield, and all the demons it touched turned into ice sculptures, reflecting golden light.

It seems that Bing Yu is still quite good, so understanding, he is simply his bosom friend. Shao Xuechen looked at the changed ancient sword in his hand, and silently gave Bing Yu a good word in his heart, and at the same time did not forget to praise this sword, it is worthy of the sword of the god king, and even the appearance is suffocating gorgeous, but the only deficiency is that it is too dazzling, when he passes through the battlefield, he has attracted the attention of many people and demons, and he has almost become the focus of the entire battlefield with the divine sword, and this feeling makes him feel like he is being on the fire. He felt that he at the moment must be described as "all eyes on him".

Many demons rushed towards him, surrounding him like a tide, but none of them dared to step forward, these human-like species distorted their facial features one by one, how ugly and ugly they looked, and let out bursts of suppressed chaotic roars at him, or they were dancing their teeth and claws at him.

He suddenly wanted to laugh, these things that the coaches described as cruel, violent, and terrifying...... The demons will even be afraid. But it was impossible not to be nervous if he wanted to laugh and laugh, and if he showed the slightest fear of them at the moment, they would immediately rush up and tear him apart, he was sure of that. This is like the confrontation between two armies, and the momentum has already lost a large part of the opponent, and everyone has the mentality of losing, and as soon as the battle is engaged, the army will be defeated, so how can they fight? So he made an unusually arrogant appearance, contemptuous of them, and approached them step by step. But what's interesting is that when he goes further, they take a step back, and when he goes a step further, they take another step back, always keeping a distance from him.

In the next ten minutes, Shao Xuechen and the demons surrounding him have been very peaceful, and the two sides have not caused any unpleasantness, and are in a very delicate relationship, but they often make various grimaces at him. He felt that he should be the most idle human on the entire battlefield, so idle that he could only pinch the snow balls and smash them. He was still very satisfied with the accuracy with which he threw snowballs, almost one by one. But in fact, the demons surrounding him are so dense that even if he is a blind man, he can hit it casually.

There was a commotion in the demons, which alerted him to the fact that something was about to happen. Squeezed out a guy from the demons who seemed to be higher than his peers, and as soon as he appeared, all the demons hooked their heads, took half a step back, and stood behind him like a guard. He looked Shao Xuechen up and down, like a hunter hiding in the shadows thinking about whether this prey was worth shooting on his own. He let out a roar that was eerie like the cry of a ghost imitated by an actor in a stage play.

Shao Xuechen thought he was talking to himself at first, and subconsciously said, "I don't understand, can you speak human language?" But the next second, when those demons like bees out of the nest came to kill him, he understood that the demon didn't want to talk to him, his grandmother's was giving the order to attack.

Shao Xuechen held the divine sword in his hand, this divine sword gave him considerable confidence and calmness at this moment, his black pupils began to glow with a chill, and it was like a towering snow-capped mountain standing inside, with a bone-eroding cold light. He faced the demons head-on, his slow steps left deep footprints on the messy snow, he seemed to feel a flame burning in his body, and the flame kept dancing in his body, like a carnival, maybe this is what the teachers often call the fighting spirit, he thought to himself. Now, even if Cang Ming stood in front of him, he felt that he could fight with him.

Shao Xuejian's sword is as cold as his gaze, and he will die when he touches the sword, his strong sword skills and this divine sword can only be described as having divine help, and dealing with these low-level demons like cannon fodder is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables. But these demons continued to flock to him, just like the sea occasionally drove the dark water to crash against the reef, wave after wave, but the reef always stood majestically. But Shao Xuechen is not a reef, he is a human being with flesh and blood, and swinging his sword again and again is consuming his physical strength, but these demons have no tendency to stop, this is really not afraid of death, it seems that they only lacked a leader who gave orders before they stagnated.

Shao Xuechen really hates killing, but that's only in the case of ensuring his own safety, if his own safety can't be guaranteed, what kind of aversion to killing can he talk about? He will also occasionally incarnate as Shura.

The balance completely fell to Shao Xuejian's side, which can only be described as crushing, the blood of the demon clan spurted out of the blood vessels, and when it landed, it had already condensed into ice, like a gem lying on the snow, if it was not blood. It was the first time he knew that the blood of the demons was actually red, and if he put aside the dark aura on their bodies, they were completely human. This gave him the illusion of murder, as if he had returned to the mountain bandits who were killed by him with a sword eight years ago.

That demon didn't seem to have any casualties against his subordinates, indeed, no one cared about the survival of cannon fodder, even if that kind of thing died more, he probably wouldn't show anything. He looked at Shao Xuechen expressionlessly, and there was an evil light in his lilac eyes, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

"Don't you care about cannon fodder? ”

The afterglow in the corner of Shao Xuejian's eyes was like a sharp arrow from the string stabbing towards the demon, and the temperature around him began to drop sharply, this polar region was cold enough, and adding cold to cold would only kill those cannon fodder, and they had already begun to swing. This is an area of effect, and if he is strong enough, this range will increase to hundreds of meters or more, a terrifying number. Those demons slowly covered with a layer of ice from their legs, they roared and struggled, gritted their teeth and looked at Shao Xuejian, and their mouths made a tooth-sour sound like metal rubbing.

"Don't look at me like that, your master doesn't care about your life, let alone me, an enemy of life and death. However, before you die, you can enjoy a blizzard and feel its power firsthand. ”

Shao Xuechen said this like an artist, full of artistic atmosphere, but this artist is about to destroy all the ice sculptures he has shaped, it will not be difficult for him, it is as simple as breaking a lamp.

The soft snowflakes of goose feathers showed their power in the wind, like sharp knives, cutting through their skin, leaving bloody scars. They were now like prisoners tied to the torture table, receiving Ling Chi from the torturer's skill, and his technique was as elegant as playing piano music. The only difference is that they don't feel pain, the cold keeps their pain to a minimum, and they die from the loss of blood......

The snow had previously only been a mess of footprints, but now it was covered with corpses, and it looked like there were more than forty bodies. The blizzard stopped after the death of the last demon, and the blood-stained red goose feather snow fluttered with the wind, like delicate cherry blossoms swaying in the breeze...... If it's not blood, it's some kind of red dye, it's really beautiful.

Those demons who survived retreated stupidly, it seemed that the demon clan was killed and gave the order to retreat, but in fact, he just felt that these cannon fodder were too wasteful of time, and he couldn't even take a human for so long, which made him feel a little unbearable on his face, and finally decided to do it himself.

"Human, your sword is very good, if I'm not mistaken, it should be the one that crosses the battlefield. Does it have a name?" he spoke, and it was in human language, which made Shao Xuechen a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, the other party was a demon with status after all, and it was normal to have some ability.

"Well, keep your sword, and I'll keep your whole corpse, and you're not qualified to deserve it. ”

"If you want me to keep the sword and don't let me go, then I might as well keep killing. Shao Xuechen said, "Moreover, do you think you are qualified to match it?"

"At least better than you. ”

"You are very weak, you can try if you don't accept it. ”

Before the fight began, there was already a strong killing intent, and it was up to who threw the match into the container full of fuel first. The demon was obviously a little hesitant, the other party dared to argue with him single-handedly with a sword in his hand, but there were hundreds of cannon fodder behind him, and the consumption of the other party was also consumed, which made him a little confused, could it be that the other party still had something he didn't know to rely on? He thought deeply for a while, blinked his lilac eyes and looked at the human on the other side, feeling that there should be no such possibility.

"Before the war began, I promised my father that I would kill a hundred humans with my own hands, and you would be the last one. You should be honored to die at my hands. Don't talk nonsense, your sword ......" Before he finished speaking, Shao Xuejian's sword had already stabbed him, this was the sword that was going to take his life, and he already felt the sharpness several meters away, as if it was about to separate his skin.

He's not a fool either, and he won't stupidly wait for his body to be impaled. He quickly fell backwards and slid backwards at the same time, his feet pulling long marks on the snow, revealing the withered yellow grass under the snow, but the sword always chased him, exuding a fierce sword intent in front of him, stabbing him so that he couldn't open his eyes.

According to the consistent practice of their demon clan, at this time, they should stretch out their hands as tough as steel to grab the sword hanging in front of them, and then face each other to fight to the flesh, their bodies are weapons, more appropriately, they can be directly called humanoid weapons. But an idea rose like a bubble in his head, telling him that it was best not to do it unless he wanted to cut off his fingers.

After dispelling this thought, a purple streamer appeared in his right hand, and his hand was like a trebuchet, throwing the streamer out of Shao Xuejian's face.

The distance between the two sides is only a few meters, and the reaction time left for Shao Xuechen is also in an instant, he must make a choice, choosing to avoid the streamer means giving up the opportunity to kill the other party this time, and the other party will take the opportunity to distance himself, it is not so easy to kill him, but if he does not avoid it, he will suffer the explosion of compressed energy in the streamer, which will cause him to be injured, but there is a great chance to kill the other party.

"To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. Shao Xuechen suddenly came up with such a sentence in his mind, it seemed that a philosopher said it, he couldn't remember clearly, but he vaguely heard Lin Xiaoyun say it when he was a child, but he didn't think it would be Lin Xiaoyun who said it, that stereotypical old man was busy in the school palace all day long, how could he have time to think about these philosophical things.

Therefore, with this philosophical sentence, Shao Xuechen stubbornly did not change the direction of the sword, he would not be cruel to himself. The streamers exploded, and the snowflakes fluttered in mid-air and began their fluttering dance. The girls swaying on the stage compared with these dancing snowflakes, which makes people have no desire to watch it anymore.

This human boy is too decisive in his actions, and I am in a hurry to draw my sword before I finish my sentence. He stopped, his mind still thinking about the sword that had stabbed him, a feeling that had made him face death like he had never felt before, as if a drowning man was about to suffocate.

He thought about the sword so much that he didn't even notice it when Shao Xuechen flashed out of the snowflakes, and it was too late for him to come back to his senses, and Shao Xuejian's sword had already stabbed into his body.

He couldn't believe it, mechanically lowered his head and looked at the sword that pierced his body, his blood was flowing rapidly out of his body along the blood trough, and then dripping, an indescribable chill swept through his body, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You dare to be distracted when you fight people, your heart is really big. ”

He heard it, so he slowly raised his head, and the human boy in front of him also became embarrassed, but he should be a very particular person, the original white clothes now looked like a dirty rag, his hair was messy like a chicken nest, there was a blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and his face was dirty as if he hadn't washed it for a long time.

He suffered the explosion so hard?

He suffered the explosion very hard.

"Huh. He smirked self-deprecatingly, "I thought you humans were desperate for your lives, but now it seems that you are a ruthless character." But I'm dead, how are you going to get out? they're going to tear you to shreds. ”

"It's up to you, you're dead. Shao Xuechen drew his sword in a dashing manner, and then pushed his body down on the snow in a dashing manner. The coherent action looks extremely arrogant.

The demons around him began to shout, their master died, and they had to be buried together, but first, they had to tear this human being to pieces, after all, they had to die together, and it was not bad to drag a cushion, and the road to Huangquan could be more lively.

They showed their cold teeth hidden under their lips, their bloodshot red eyes showed their undying will, and they approached Shao Xuehua step by step, and the tooth-sore voice sounded again.

With a roar, the approaching demons suddenly stopped and just quietly surrounded him. It seems that there is another big man, and it seems that it is going to be lively again. It's just that what makes Shao Xuehua a little strange is that she hasn't seen a single figure for so long, are all the humans dead? Or have they retreated?