Chapter Ninety-Five: The End

The wind is cold, and the sun is shining.

The two most famous swordsmen of the Great Zhou are still fighting bloodily, and the real victory or defeat has not yet been decided.

For Carl, in fact, he has lost this battle.

When the swordsmanship reached his level, there was no need to fight anymore, because the result would have come out a long time ago.

It may be said that the outcome of this battle has been decided.

In this battle, Lin Xuan is destined to win!!

The sword light flickered, and sparks flew everywhere.

The long sword was erected, and Lin Xuan held the blood sword in his hand and kept drawing circles in front of him.

Karl's sharp sword aura landed on the circle, and then quickly disappeared and dissipated.

The dazzling large amount of sword qi, like ice and snow meeting volcanic lava, quickly dissolved under Lin Xuan's blood sword.

The blood-colored sunset is still the same, and the clouds accumulated in the sky have not yet fallen.

A slight breeze blew in the distance, and Lin Xuan and Carl were still the same as they had been at the beginning.

Carl maintained a forward stabbing posture, while Lin Xuan still drew a circle with his sword.

It's just that there is not much sword qi left on the Carl Sword Blade, but Lin Xuan is as good as ever.

When Karl pulled out the sword in his harp, he didn't expect the current situation.

The Immortal Sword made the sword round and used its strength to fight, and there seemed to be a hundred and thousands of long swords around him to protect him.

His defense is not a patchwork of one move, but a defensive posture composed of dozens of sword arcs.

Dozens of scattered swordsmanship were made by him in one place, and they were all natural.

In the face of such a terrifying sword technique, Carl was completely helpless.

In other words, sooner or later he will lose!!

knew that he would lose, but he still chose to fight to the end.

Victory or defeat in the eyes of a swordsman is not just victory or defeat, but life and death!!

Either you die, or I die!!

Carrying the hopes of the Chu State, if he loses to the Immortal Sword in this battle, he doesn't have to go back.

If he loses this battle, he will never survive!!

"The situation is not good, looking at this situation, it seems that the village chief of Baiyin Village is also about to be defeated by the strange sword move of the Immortal Sword. A trace of worry flashed in a middle-aged man's eyes, he frowned, and said in a deep voice: "If we trust someone else, wouldn't we just make the prestige of the Immortal Sword go to the next level?"

"yes......"

"I thought that the head of Baiyin Village, who was invincible, would be able to thwart the sharpness of the Immortal Sword, but it turned out to be ......"

Everyone is like this, in fact, this is also one of the disadvantages of people, what they dare not do, but always hope that others will do it, and always hope that others can succeed.

If the man succeeds, he will say a word of luck.

If it fails, it is a non-person to entrust, and the words ridicule each other.

Blood and tears, life and death, after all, have nothing to do with themselves.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, but it's true.

If a person has already made a choice, why should he ask why?

Since you have chosen to entrust, why should you deny your original decision.

People, chivalrous, rivers and lakes.

The world is like this, and the world is very helpless.

The people of Guangling Ancient City looked at the two of them anxiously, and their hearts were uneasy.

They didn't want Lin Xuan to win, they didn't want Carl to lose.

Maybe it's too late to do this, maybe it's useless at all, but at least it makes them feel better.

The other side.

Under the attack of Karl's stormy sword qi, no matter who it is, they will retreat far away, choosing to avoid the edge for the time being.

But Lin Xuan stood still, no matter how the sword qi on Carl's sword edge surged, he only broke it with one sword.

The Broken Sorrow Sword in his hand was like a warm spring breeze, enveloping Carl's indestructible sword qi from all directions, completely resisting the terrifying strength of the sword.

Lin Xuan waved his long sword lightly, and his whole person was as soft and slow as falling snow.

The slow, weird, slow, terrifying sword moves with a bit of cold wind, like an insurmountable mountain, blocked in front of Carl.

If Lin Xuan's swordsmanship is a mountain, then Carl's swordsmanship is a mountain with fallen leaves.

It's a pity that no matter how many fallen leaves there are, they can't destroy the mountains and rivers.

In other words, Carl was doing useless work all along.

That is, the battle is over.

"Sonorous!!"

A melodious sword roar resounded in the ancient city of Guangling.

A blood sword swung out a cold light, dragging the remnants of the Dao Dao to fall into the sunset.

Countless eyes fell, drifting on the bloody clothes of the brilliant sunset.

When they saw what was happening, they fell into a deathly silence.

The whimpering wind grew louder and louder, but most people could hear their hearts pounding.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at Lin Xuan, and a series of gasping sounds sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

"Bang!"

Karl finally fell to the ground, he held the long sword, and stood in front of Lin Xuan with an expressionless face.

Karl took a deep breath, he shook his head bitterly, his expression was full of sorrow: "You won!"

Lin Xuan's expression was cold, and he said coldly: "You don't have to stop me, and you don't have to make a move on me!"

With that, he turned around and quietly walked away with heavy steps.

Lin Xuan walked quietly in the wind, as if no matter how strong and strong the wind was, it couldn't change his pace of progress.

Indeed it is.

After all, even the head of Baiyin Village ......

Under the sunset, the backs of the two were intertwined at this moment.

A breeze.

Carl felt the world spin around, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Bang!"

His eyes went black, and his body fell straight to the wasteland.

on the city walls.

"This battle ...... After all, the Immortal Sword won the ......"

"After all, it's still the Immortal Sword Skill that is superior...... It's the same as the invincible ...... before" A young man looked at Lin Xuan's thin and thin figure in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Could it be that people in the world are destined to be inferior to the Immortal Sword...... Could it be that we are destined to be inferior to the emperor......"

A middle-aged man with a melancholy face, he clenched his fists tightly, and said indignantly: "Why ......?"

"The Immortal Sword has already helped him ascend to the throne before, is it possible that now he wants to help him reign in the world?"

A black-clothed swordsman frowned slightly, and he muttered: "Curious swordsmanship, curious swordsmanship......"

"He actually relied on one weird circle after another, and easily and casually broke the swordsmanship of the village chief of Baiyin Village who fell from the sky......"

The Immortal Sword was able to defeat the village chief of Baiyin Village so lightly, and his swordsmanship was only much stronger than that of Carl.

Thinking of this, the chill in everyone's hearts was even worse.

They vaguely remembered Karl's previous unparalleled move that destroyed the world and destroyed the world, but only a few breaths had passed, and it was completely broken by the Immortal Sword.

......

Lin Xuan walked alone in the wilderness for a long, long time.

The bloody clothes he was wearing were purple and purple, and his whole body exuded a strong fishy smell.

The sky had already darkened, and the setting sun had changed to black ink, leaving only the crumbling lonely moonlight in the sky.

Under Lin Xuan's aimless walking, he unconsciously stopped in front of an inn.

This is a large inn, and the decoration looks more luxurious, much more upscale than the average small inn.

To be able to open such a luxurious inn in the suburbs, this inn is seventy percent likely to be a black shop.

Looking up at the cloth signboard on the edge of the inn, a trace of doubt flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

There is a line of extremely eye-catching large characters on it: Greeting the Immortal Sword.

"Welcome me?"

"Who would have guessed that I would be here?"

Lin Xuan didn't pursue it much, and walked straight into the inn.

With his current strength, even if he enters the Longtan Tiger's Den, he can still retreat with his whole body.

When you enter it, you will see an empty hall.

There is no one in this beautifully decorated and heroic inn!

Look at this formation, I'm afraid that someone has chartered the venue!

The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth twitched, and then he began to wander around.

After he walked up to the second floor, he suddenly stopped.

On a richly carved wooden door, a pair of golden brocade cotton is pasted.

The words "Greeting the Immortal Sword" are also written on the brocade cotton.

With a faint smile, he pushed the door open.

A rich aroma came to his face, looking for a refreshing taste, Lin Xuan saw a steaming wooden barrel.

"Is this a warning?"

"What do you want to warn me?"

The bucket in front of me was still steaming, so it was not long before it had been placed.

I've been walking in this uninhabited place all the time, and I haven't seen anyone other than myself along the way.

Of course, just because no one was found doesn't mean that there really isn't anyone around.

Anyone who can do such a thing without knowing it must have great power here.

Walk slowly inside.

Lin Xuan found a clean white robe on the screen erected next to the wooden barrel, and a roll of bamboo slips was pressed on top of the white robe.

He was curious about what was written on it, so he picked up the bamboo slip and read it.

"After you bathe in incense, you can come to the ancient city of Yangzhou, and wait for the immortal sword in the ancient house of Yangzhou, and look forward to your arrival as soon as possible. ”

Flip the bamboo slip and a map is carved on the back of it.

Lin Xuan casually threw away the bamboo slip in his hand and ignored it.

He untied his bloody clothes and slowly soaked into the barrel.

The water is delicious!

This was the first thought that flashed through Lin Xuan's mind.

It looks like just ordinary hot water, but it has a rich aroma.

Even though the water was stained a brilliant red by the dry, congealed blood stains on its body, it still smelled fragrant.

Very comfortable!

In less than half a cup of tea, Lin Xuan only felt that the soreness in his whole body had dissipated a lot.

"Who is this person?"

As if remembering something, his eyes froze, and a trace of killing intent appeared in his heart.

"The predecessor of the Great Zhou, King Liang...... The current emperor of the Great Zhou ...... I remember the man should have ...... It's called Yu ......"

"It turned out to be him...... No wonder ......"

"Since you want to see me, are you ready?"

The cold moonlight was projected onto his body through the wooden window, and Lin Xuan's pale complexion became even more crystal clear against the background of the moonlight.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Lin Xuan simply narrowed his eyes.

He soon had no other distractions, as Lin Xuan fell asleep leaning on the barrel.

Before, he was like a taut string, always on guard against the people around him, and he hadn't had a good rest for too long and too long.

Although he is an immortal cultivator, it doesn't mean that he won't be tired.

It is not easy to drag the tired body to hold on until now.

He didn't know that at this moment, two more uninvited guests came in to this inn.