Chapter Eighty-Six: Departure

The cold wind blew, and the strong smell of blood wafted out.

Lin Xuan walked up to the crown prince, reached out and tested his breath, and then smiled lightly.

"It's okay...... Not dead...... But ......"

"You shouldn't be able to move now......"

"Not bad, not bad! just right! just right!"

Turn around.

Under the prince's puzzled gaze, Lin Xuan took a step forward and walked towards the gate.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

He spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, and said with a gloomy expression, "Stop...... You stop me ......."

Lin Xuan stopped, he raised his head and admired the colorful glow on the clouds with interest.

"Immortal Sword!!"

"You're here this time...... Not to kill me?"

Lin Xuan flicked his sleeves and replied lightly: "The person who killed you shouldn't be me, but ......."

"And it should be...... Murong ......"

He walked farther and farther, and the blood-colored figure gradually dissolved into the setting sun.

......

Ten days later.

Outside the city of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

A blood-colored figure swept across the earth and came to a halt.

After a long journey for these days, Lin Xuan was already physically and mentally exhausted.

He fled in the wilderness, being attacked and killed almost all the time.

It would not be a desperate situation if there were only seven or eight men, but every time he encountered a well-armed army of a thousand men, even if he was full of anger, he was helpless in the end.

After escaping for such a long time, he is already scarred. He was already seriously injured, and now he has reached the point of running out of oil.

Although he seems to have never weakened his body and speed on the surface, in fact, all this has been exchanged for burning life.

However...... He fell into this kind of field today, in fact, all the blame is on his own!!

As an immortal cultivator, he ...... Proud!!

He looked down on mortals...... So......

Whether it is Marshal Murong or the current emperor of the Great Zhou, they all control the top power in the world. Although they are just ordinary mortals, their manpower is almost all over the world.

In terms of the breadth of power and the number of people, no one in the world can compare with it.

Lin Xuan was alone, trapped in the calculations and games of these two people at this moment, and it was impossible for him to escape from this right and wrong.

But he also understands that everything he does at this time is just a stopgap measure, and it can even be said to be a decision.

But now, this is the only way out.

"The Immortal Sword went all the way south and defeated five or six generals under Old Marshal Murong, and now it ......"

"It's just you dying...... Wouldn't it be that you want to escape from General Ben's command?" said a middle-aged general not far away.

Rise.

Lin Xuan looked over intently.

A big man in black armor led thousands of people to stand thirty feet away, staring at him.

They rode war horses, and their bodies revealed a murderous aura. Even if it is dozens of miles away, it makes people feel creepy.

"The immortal sword is here, sons and daughters, ......"

"You say...... What to do?"

All the soldiers raised their heads, and they roared at Lin Xuan: "Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

Their voices shook the earth, like countless thunderbolts across the sky. The invisible sound waves rippled layer by layer like water waves, instantly raising dozens of feet of smoke and dust.

"What a heavy killing intent!!"

Lin Xuan felt the killing intent in these people's words, his scalp was numb, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"Immortal Sword...... How dare you fight?"

The middle-aged general on the opposite side glanced at Lin Xuan a few times, and noticed that the countless wounds on his body moved, and the other party's tired appearance at the moment was indeed a bit eye-catching.

Well?

Wrong!

His eyes inadvertently met Lin Xuan's, and the middle-aged general was suddenly stunned, only to feel that something was wrong.

There was tiredness in the eyes of the Immortal Sword, but it was really ...... when he looked at it carefully

It's so calm!!

Why is he?

"Let's shoot......"

"Whether it's you alone or a thousand people, you can't match the Broken Sorrow Sword in my hand!"

A slightly cold voice drifted along with the cold wind, and the middle-aged man's gaze sank.

"Sonorous!"

A blood-colored sword light lit up, stunning his eyes.

"My sword is unsheathed...... Your life...... I took ......"

Everyone was in an uproar, and they all looked angry and looked at Lin Xuan with a frown.

The middle-aged general's eyes narrowed slightly, he covered his head and laughed.

"Hahaha!!"

"Hahaha!!

After a long while, he lowered his head and stared at Lin Xuan tightly and sneered: "Who else can you deal with with such a weak body?

There was a hint of disdain in his voice, and he made no secret of his disdain.

There is only one person in the Immortal Sword, and what he needs to face is an army of thousands of people!!

He is only one person, not to mention that he is still seriously injured!!

What if he is famous?

He immortalized the sword...... I don't have the qualifications to say this at all!!

Ultimately...... He only has one sword now......

And ...... for yourself With a power that he can't match!!

"yes...... The Immortal Sword is too proud......" A thin soldier sighed secretly, and he glanced at Lin Xuan with some regret.

Count the entire rivers and lakes, and only he is a living legend. Only a swordsman like him can really be regarded as the best in the world.

Just like the song in the play, only the immortal sword that looks down on the world is qualified to ascend to the throne of the first person in the rivers and lakes.

The white-clothed swordsman stepped into Bai Yujing in the autumn wind, stirring the ups and downs of the entire world in just a few months.

A being like him...... and will go today......

"Alas!"

A young man shook his head, and he sighed embarrassedly: "He has done a lot of great things, and the Immortal Sword is not in vain......

"Not bad!"

Another person agreed: "He has experienced a lot of life-and-death battles before, and it is really ...... to force the battle with his current body."

Side.

Lin Xuan smiled faintly, disdainful of those people's remarks.

In his current state, he may not be able to deal with thousands of troops, but it is more than enough to deal with only one person.

Meanwhile.

A brilliant cold light came into view.

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged man suddenly burst out. He held the silver spear in his hand and rushed towards Lin Xuan with no relentless progress.

His spear was as fierce as a waterfall pouring down from a high mountain.

The cold wind from the spear blew the bloody hair on Lin Xuan's temples, and his eyes were cold.

The sword of sorrow clenched in his hand slowly stabbed out, getting closer and closer in the disbelief of the middle-aged man.

What a slow swordsmanship! What a weird swordsmanship!

Lin Xuan's sword was a little ridiculously slow, just like the catkins fluttering in the spring breeze, soft and slow.

The long sword was as soothing as smoke and clouds, and it floated slowly, completely two extremes compared to the silver spear in the middle-aged man's hand.

One is as swift as thunder, the other as a snowflake.

In front of everyone's eyes, people stared at Lin Xuan with an expectant and excited gaze.

A young soldier took a deep breath, his face was a little ruddy, and he trembled with excitement: "The general's marksmanship is fierce and fast, and the sword moves of the Immortal Sword are terrifyingly weak. ”

"This battle ......"

"The general will win!!"

Another middle-aged man looked puzzled, and he muttered in a low voice, "It shouldn't be like this......"

"With the ability of the Immortal Sword, it shouldn't be so weak......"

"This immortal sword is not like others, his name is completely won by the sword in his hand, how can that kind of non-threatening sword technique be presented in his hands. ”

The Immortal Sword, which is famous for its swordsmanship, will never be a silver spear wax head, but the most straightforward fact is in front of him, even if he has doubts in his heart, he has to believe it at this moment.

The Broken Sorrow Sword in Lin Xuan's hand was like dust in the sky, blown away by the late wind, and disappeared into the sky without a trace.

What about the man, and what about the sword?

How can it be?

How did it disappear?

The middle-aged general's face changed drastically, and a monstrous wave was set off in his mind.

The Immortal Sword was clearly in front of him, how could it have disappeared now!!

His breathing grew heavier, and a chill instantly welled up in his spine.

"Hey ......"

"You're looking for me now?"

The middle-aged man listened to the cold voice in his ear, his expression was pale, he sighed deeply, and glanced bitterly at the blood-colored sword body in his throat.

The middle-aged man was extremely shocked in his heart, and it was a little difficult to accept what was happening now.

Taking the lead by yourself can be regarded as taking the lead and taking advantage. And the Immortal Sword took the repreemptive action, and instantly judged the flaws in his own moves.

For the terrifying Immortal Sword, he felt extremely deeply at the moment.

Because even he himself doesn't know where the flaws in his tricks are.

"This is the blind spot of your tricks, and the biggest flaw in your marksmanship!"

"If you can't even find my people, you can't even see the sword in my hand, what qualifications do you have to be my opponent?"

"Ahem!ahem!ahem!"

Lin Xuan's face was pale, he only felt a sweet throat, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times.

Forcibly swallowing the blood in his mouth, he quietly turned his head to look at the horizon.

"You've been seen through by me since the moment you made your move! With this ability, you can't pose any threat to me at all!"

How can it be?

Could it be that this is the terrible thing about the Immortal Sword?

A sallow soldier with a sallow expression froze, he rubbed his eyes and muttered, "How can this be...... How can this be......"

He shook his head vigorously, feeling his body fluttering, and suddenly felt that everything that happened in front of him was an illusion.

"yes......"

"How is this possible......"

The other person's eyes were straight, his mind was blank, and he stared at Lin Xuan directly, with words in his mouth.

"Impossible...... It can't be ......"

If so...... How high is his martial arts......"

"The so-called first sword in the world...... How strong is he?"

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, he snorted coldly, and swung his gun at Lin Xuan again.

Victory and defeat are common in soldiers, and he will never give up because of a momentary win or loss.

Only those who really have the last laugh are qualified to be called winners, and the Immortal Sword is just a temporary victory over itself. With his weak state, he couldn't hold on for long.

He shot out with anger, and the spear came down the mountain like a tiger, and his power was three points stronger than his previous moves.

That shot fluttered left and right in the air many times, faintly mixed with a thunderous momentum, and stabbed straight into Lin Xuan's chest.

"Ridiculous......"