Chapter Seventy-Two: The Death of the Snow Mountain

Lin Xuan stood on the top of a high mountain, on top of a thousand years of snow.

His figure was like a ghost, and the long sword in his hand slashed out in the air, stabbing out one brilliant light after another.

A dark red blood light flashed, turning into a strange blood-colored red line, and it was cut out extremely quickly.

Groan!

The long sword burst through the air with a crisp sword sound, and immediately seven heads rushed into the sky, and a stream of scarlet blood with hot air rushed out and sprinkled on the snow.

The audience was shaken, and many people still had not recovered from the shock.

However, Lin Xuan's gaze froze, and he rushed into the crowd again.

He swung the Broken Sorrow Sword, and the dark red blood light diffused out, and the blood red sword light of the demon Ye covered the whole audience like a flying waterfall.

A bloody sword rolled in his hand like a fly, and he kept stabbing out the Broken Sorrow Sword, and the sharp sound of breaking the air resounded in his ears.

"Rush, ......"

A soldier roared angrily and raised his spear to stab at Lin Xuan.

Before the words fell, the blood-colored sword light flashed, and he was cut in two along with the armor, and he was cut off at the waist.

Lin Xuan waved the Broken Sorrow Sword in his hand and slashed out.

Bang! Bang!

Three successive voices rang out, and the three soldiers fell to the ground with their hands on their throats and their faces full of despair.

Since Lin Xuan took out his sword, he had killed a total of more than a hundred soldiers, and his corpses were lying on the ground, and blood was also shed, successfully turning the snow mountain into a mountain of corpses and blood.

Previously, his outfit was white and white, but now his outfit is bloody and bloody, not only clothes, but his whole body is covered with blood.

His face was covered in blood, and his hands were covered in blood.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and shook his trembling right hand, he had just fought a battle, although the time was short, but he had consumed a lot of physical strength, and now he was faintly a little unbearable.

Tick tock!

A lot of blood dripped down his body, and Lin Xuan glanced at the frightened people around him and smiled coldly.

It's good that he doesn't laugh, but after laughing, he instantly broke the psychological defense of many people.

Just imagine a man with a bloody face and a head full of blood, showing blood-colored teeth and smiling faintly. And his feet were full of blood and corpses.

What kind of picture does this look like?

Many people's eyes widened, and their hearts were cold, so that their bodies kept shaking.

There were also people who clenched the blades in their hands and left Lin Xuan far away, but their hands were still shaking.

Some people took a deep breath and gritted their teeth to endure the coldness in their hearts, but in the end they kept shivering, unable to suppress the fear in their hearts.

Lin Xuan stood in the crowd with his sword in his hand, he was like a relict ancient tree, lonely and rebellious.

Airplanes!

A silent sword light flashed, and Lin Xuanren followed the sword, like a red lightning, quickly passing through the crowd.

Everything happened in an instant, when Lin Xuan stopped. Immediately, more than a dozen people broke in two and fell to the snow.

Lin Xuan didn't hesitate, the blood sword in his hand was pulled out, calmly harvesting the lives of one person after another.

In a short period of time, seven or eight more souls returned to the sky.

Lin Xuan stood on the top of a high mountain, on top of the thousand-year-old snow, he walked with a sword, blowing down countless blood-colored plum blossoms.

He is a swordsman unparalleled in the world, and he regards the miscellaneous soldiers around him as snakes, rats, and ants, vulnerable to a blow, and not worth a beat.

He stood on the top of a high mountain, his heart was slightly cold, and the snow in his heart was thicker.

He had expected that he would die of hatred under the autumn wind.

Lin Xuan was tired, this was not only physical exhaustion, but also mental exhaustion.

The cold wind blew gently through the hem of his clothes, and he suddenly felt so lonely.

The other side.

Although the swordsmen of the Divine Sword Villa were also killing, they did not kill as many people as Lin Xuan, and they were not as fast as Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's high efficiency in killing people is not only because of his unparalleled swordsmanship, but also because of his state of mind. It's okay for others to kill one or two people, but if they kill a dozen or twenty, there will be a kind of complicated and gloomy meaning in their hearts.

And Lin Xuan is different, no matter how many people he kills, he has no waves in his heart.

He's still a ruthless man after all, and he's different from them in this regard.

The other martial arts masters all had a trace of love in their hearts, and this kind of affection pulled them, it was like an invisible shackle, imprisoning their swords in secret.

In the final analysis, Lin Xuan's sword was ruthless and ruthless enough, while when others took out their swords, there was always a trace of hesitation in their hearts.

The other side.

Shen Xingzhi saw Lin Xuan's unscrupulous approach, and his heart sank slightly.

Decisive.

Refuse.

Cold.

Shen Xingzhi saw the figure of a hero in the troubled times in Lin Xuan, a character like him should not be just a swordsman.

Shaking his head, he forcibly tossed aside the cranky thoughts in his head.

Airplanes!

There was a sudden sound of breaking the air in his ears, and Shen Xingzhi looked at it intently.

Five soldiers swung their broadswords and slashed at themselves with sinister smiles on their faces.

His face was cold, and he completely decided to give it a go.

Now there were only five people standing in front of him, and after killing these five people, there were more than a thousand people behind him. And there are hundreds of thousands of people at the bottom of the mountain ready to rush up at any time, which is an unsolvable situation.

He is soft-hearted, will they be soft-hearted?

A black light flashed, and the five figures in front of him fell straight down and smashed into the snow, with a muffled sound.

He raised his arm and raised it slightly, and a dark sword light flew out obliquely.

With a clatter, the long knife broke through the air.

A soldier's throat was cold, as if something had touched it, and he reached out to touch it, only to feel that it was extremely sticky.

"What a fast knife!"

He fell to the ground with wide eyes, his face still terrified and frightened.

Between breaths, Shen Xingzhi's figure turned and shot out backwards, and the big knife in his hand turned into a dazzling black light.

The black light swept seven soldiers into it, and all seven of them were in different places.

Shen Xingzhi raised his knife to the sky, slashing out violently from top to bottom, and a knife about eight zhang long and large fell.

A compelling murderous aura diffused from Shen Xingzhi's body.

The sword fell on the soldier's body, and before the twenty soldiers could react quickly, their eyes turned black and turned into cold corpses and fell into the snow.

The bleak blood rain was blown up by the cold wind, and in the glow of the sun, it bloomed with a dazzling red hue.

Swing the knife! Swing the knife!

There was only one thought left in Shen Xingzhi's mind, and he rushed to the crowd and kept swinging his knife.

His knife technique is simple and there are no special changes.

But his sword was quick, swift as the wind, and as swift as lightning.

The people around Shen Xingzhi fell one after another, and in just half a cup of tea, there were thirty or forty corpses lying on the snow.

Under this series of ferocious attacks, his breath was somewhat exhausted. However, the soldiers on the opposite side continued to rush up from the bottom of the mountain, and as soon as he killed more than a dozen, more than ten more people came up.

At the same time as the time.

She Xiaofeng's body shape changed, and he quickly walked among the crowds.

He hadn't killed a single person in the melee, and certainly no one had hurt him.

His speed and body are so terrifying that no matter how many people besiege him, he can always escape easily.

With his ghostly skills, if he went all out, no one would be able to stop him for a moment.

But She Xiaofeng just didn't make a move, he kept hiding!

He didn't want to kill people, and he didn't want to hurt himself, so he chose to hide.

No matter what means these soldiers used, they couldn't help him, and they couldn't even touch the corners of She Xiaofeng's clothes.

Even so, She Xiaofeng's heart is still bitter and helpless.

There is no point in him dodging like this, the person on the other side is the enemy, and now it is completely a life-and-death situation.

Just because he can dodge now doesn't mean he can dodge forever.

Just like what Lin Xuan once said, this world is so cruel, and sometimes many things are done involuntarily.

He has the strength to deal with those people now, but he will eventually get tired, and when he is tired and can't run, what will they do to him?

The longer the time dragged on, the more bitterness and confusion he felt in his heart.

Meantime.

A middle-aged man in the Excalibur Villa was holding a long sword, and he pushed it flat and stabbed straight out.

The cold sword light came out like a breeze, and it was like a moonlight, making the top of this snow-capped mountain instantly brighten.

The sword flashed and pointed forward.

The sword light was like a meteor falling from the nine heavens, and the sword light was brilliant and fast, like a thunderbolt falling down.

Airplanes!

A sword roar sounded, and in an instant, more than twenty soldiers were unconscious.

"Good swordsmanship!" A beautiful woman exclaimed: "Father's sword is sharp and sharp, looking around at the famous swordsmen in the world, I am afraid that they will also be dwarfed......"

"Even my second brother, who became famous at a young age, is much inferior!"

"Bell!"

The woman turned around, only to see more than a dozen soldiers taking the opportunity to sneak attack and kill, her eyes sank, and she sneered: "Look for death!"

The woman's figure moved, and she raised her sword and stabbed out diagonally. The angle at which she unleashed her sword was weird, and the sword moves she used were even more bizarre.

The soldiers saw only a flash of glittering sword light, and then their consciousness sank into darkness.

Scarlet blood flew into the sky, splashing bewitching snowflakes in midair.

After the woman killed those people, her face did not change at all, as if she was just doing something insignificant.

She carried one hand behind her back, and the other hand held a blood-drenched long sword, and her whole body exuded a proud spirit that looked down on the world.

This woman's courage and demeanor made many men ashamed of themselves.

Her expression was cold, and her eyebrows were filled with the pride of being like a plum blossom.

Women don't let the eyebrows go!

Others looked at this woman, and this sentence instantly surged in their hearts.

This is a woman who is no less than a man in terms of martial arts and bearing!

Arrogant.

Domineering.

Haughty.

She has a unique demeanor that many men don't have......

......

"Immortal Sword Lin Xuan, it's really a good swordsmanship......

Throughout the audience, everyone's tricks are commendable, but the old owner attaches the most importance to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan deserves to be the number one sword in the world of this generation!

This kid deserves that title!

Even himself, at his age, is far inferior.

The old farmer said loudly: "The old man also has a sword, and I also ask Lin Gongzi to appreciate one or two ......."

The old farmer stretched out his withered yellow hand and held the hilt of the sword, standing horizontally across his chest.

An eerie cold wind blew, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but tremble.