Chapter 21: Melancholy

The long wind is slanting and the sun is remnant, and the old trees are faint and crows are faint.

The sunset is unpredictable, and the brilliant glow hangs above the clouds, which is very charming.

The golden-red silk hung high in the sky, dyeing the sky and the sea red, making that light the most eye-catching color between heaven and earth.

The sky is blue, but the murmuring sunset flowing under the sky dome dyes it.

Towering, firm.

In the far distance, the treasure hall of the stars and the palace of the sun and the moon are faintly visible. They are hidden in the glow, as if they are greedy for the scenery there.

What if you indulge in the long ladle that the clouds have in your hand, and drink a lot of wine with its syrup?

When people are drunk, the sky is drunk!

How much joy can there be in a short life?

As soon as you enter the Rotten Ke Mountain, the sky has been in the sky for several years, and the world has been thousands of years.

Where is the sea?

Where is the mulberry field?

I saw three thousand feet of white hair, a red face in an instant, and the bones of the corpses all over the ground withered.

Lin Xuan walked on the path of immortals, he could have lived forever, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes!

What should he do if he forsaken him?

Lin Xuan laughed abruptly, his expression gloomy.

"There is no sorrow in life, and there is no pain in death!"

He originally wanted to comfort himself, but the more he thought about it and the more he talked, the more depression he felt in his heart.

After all, he is just deceiving himself!

Who doesn't want to live forever?

Mortals in the world have obstacles in their hearts, and they are struggling in the red dust.

As a last resort, the years have kept the bones and the graves.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves with nowhere to talk about desolation.

If you can live forever, who wants to die?

Could it be that when you are at the end of your life, you will become a lonely grave, and you will regret it?

How many hearts are unspoken, wanting to exchange sorrows with dusk!

The more sorrowful, the more lonely, the more unwilling, and the thicker the snow in my heart.

The snow rose from the ground, enough to sustain him for the rest of his life, leaving him permanently cold inside.

Lin Xuan looked at the upcoming attack and whispered, "Come on!"

"Come on!"

"I'll kill you!"

The blood was stained red, and the sword of Jin Ge sounded.

He wants to conquer the world for himself!

Stand on the barren dry land, dripping with blood.

The breeze blew down the sticky blood on the iron sword, and he was now a ruthless swordsman, treating the ugly creatures of the world as snakes, rats, and ants.

Everything in front of you is fragile and not worth a damn.

The iron sword in his hand was quenched in the blood of more than 100 people, full of anger.

Who is going to lead the neck to test its edge?

Lin Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he stepped on his right foot.

The rocks and grass clippings left under their feet all floated as if they had lost gravity.

Dust rose from the ground like a tidal wave, surging in all directions.

Now.

A figure flickered and flickered, and the gun shot out like the wind, stabbing Lin Xuan in the back.

Lin Xuan's face remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "You don't know what divine consciousness is!"

When he opened his divine sense, all the wind and grass within a radius of nine zhang outside his body were all presented in his heart.

Even if you look at it with your eyes, it is a little less than that.

Cultivators can only possess divine consciousness if they have cultivated above the foundation building, but even the divine consciousness of a foundation building monk is only one zhang in size.

The mysterious man actually forcibly opened up the Nine Zhangs Divine Consciousness directly for him at the Qi cultivation level.

Breaking the common sense of the cultivation realm with a snap of his fingers, he was even more terrifying than he imagined! That person's realm was above the true immortal, to say the least!

The other side.

In the sneer of everyone, there was a sudden uproar all around.

In every corner, there were twenty or thirty people holding hidden weapons, aiming at Lin Xuan.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Almost at the same time, a dark and oppressive hidden weapon swept towards Lin Xuan like a violent wind.

The rivers and lakes are so big, the people in the martial arts are like carp crossing the river, there are countless people, but there are not many who can really be called masters.

The people who came to assassinate Lin Xuan now were undoubtedly masters, much more clever than more than seventy percent of the martial artists in the world.

In their opinion, although Lin Xuan's swordsmanship has not changed much, his sword speed is fast, his sword momentum is fierce, and his body is weird, which can only be beyond the reach of people.

He accidentally revealed a flaw when he unleashed his sword earlier, and the others rushed out to seize the opportunity.

The rivers and lakes are treacherous, and they have always only paid attention to it, and the winners are the kings and the losers.

Only those who survive to the end are considered winners, and very few people talk about morality.

"Kill!"

In the cold cheer, the murderous spirit was sheng.

In a moment, more than a dozen masters joined forces to attack Lin Xuan.

If you change someone else and fall into such a dangerous situation, even if you don't panic, I'm afraid you will lose the heart to resist.

Lin Xuan didn't!

He's not an ordinary person, he's not an outsider!

His whole being was like a piece of ice, and his heart was like a stone.

His face was indifferent, his expression was unusually calm, and in such a desperate situation, there was a confidence between his eyebrows.

A grim smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he began to fight back.

His counterattack was swift and ruthless than anyone could have imagined!

When the spear on his back came, Lin Xuan suddenly turned around and cut off the opponent's wrist with a swipe of his right hand.

Then the long sword stabbed diagonally, breaking into the chest.

His expression remained unchanged, and he turned around and swung his sword, and the sword light flew.

Between the lightning and flint, dozens of hidden weapons that shot at each other were directly knocked away by the iron sword.

Meanwhile.

In the roar, all kinds of weapons were killed in all directions.

The sound of tearing the air sounded, and Lin Xuan's right hand shook and swung his sword again.

"Huh!"

The sword is as fast as lightning, and the flat point is mid-air to the right.

"Bell!"

With a crisp sound, he had already blocked the thick-backed knife swung by the other party.

Lin Xuan's sword flowed smoothly, the lightning flashed, and a dazzling cold light pierced the sky.

This cold light is extremely fast, extremely powerful, and it is impossible to prevent it.

In less than a breath, the blade of the sword pierced into the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

"Ahem!"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The man's throat gurgled and his eyes flashed with disbelief and horror.

He let out a low roar, clutched his wound, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Everyone was shocked, but Lin Xuan didn't stop.

The iron sword swung lightly, dancing into a dazzling glare, forcing away the hidden weapon that shot in.

"Bang!"

A force roared, and smoke and dust flew.

Lin Xuan's figure suddenly stopped, and he stepped on the ground and took off a few feet, dodging the attacking energy.

Then he fell like a meteorite, and when he landed in midair, he struck with his sword.

"Buzz!"

The long sword slammed through the air, picked up the stick thrown at him, and slashed it with his hand.

The iron sword was bloodied again, easily splitting his head in half.

One of them has gray eyebrows and bright eyes.

His gaze flickered on Lin Xuan, and he said in a deep voice: "I can make two palms just now, you go up for me to feint, and I'll find another time to make a move!"

Someone slowly asked, "Why are we feints for you?"

"Once we make a move, will we still have our lives?"

"And even if you make a move, what can you do? Can you guarantee that you can hurt this little bastard?"

His expression changed, and he sighed coldly: "Don't say such things, now we are all grasshoppers on a rope, and only by uniting together can we have a chance to live." ”

"He was young, he didn't look like he was in his twenties, and he didn't know how to practice this shocking martial art. ”

"If we have a conflict now, we might as well stop and kill him. ”

He shook his head and said with a bitter expression: "If we continue like this, we will be killed by him sooner or later!"

"Instead of sitting and waiting, let's fight once!"

"Hurry up and decide! Time is running out!"

"Hmph!" a burly man snorted coldly, and he slowly spoke, "What if you take the opportunity to run away when we help you?"

"Feints? Why didn't you make a feint? Do you really think we're stupid?"

"We will never do this, we will die together, you don't want to use us!"

Cold sweat rolled down a young man's forehead, his body trembled slightly, and he said in horror: "This is reasonable, if we accidentally kill him when we distract him, can you come back to life? Even if your sneak attack is successful, you are the only one who lives!"

"Left and right are one death, why do we help you?"

"If you really want him to die, why don't you leave us the chance to do it?"

That's human nature.

In the face of life and death, everyone will tear off the mask of camouflage and expose their true nature.

Choosing between life and death, they are unreasonable and do not talk about affection.

Brothers can turn against each other, friends will be strangers, and only a few are willing to sacrifice for others.

The other side.

Lin Xuan's sword was as fast as lightning, floating like a floating cloud, and like a dragon.

A sword strikes, the sword momentum is continuous, and each sword can take a life.

He moved forward step by step, the sword in his hand, constantly flipping.

One corpse after another fell under his sword.

More than 170 people have died under his sword, and all the way to kill, his palm is still full of power, and his swordsmanship is still very fast, without a trace of distraction.

He looked calm, no matter who the opponent was, as long as he had a sword in his hand, he could take a life!

Lin Xuan seemed to be invincible, no attack could help him, and no one could stop him from killing.

Mountains of corpses were piled up, and blood was spilled all over the land.

With one enemy and one hundred, he killed a river of blood, making the other party frightened and scattered.

A middle-aged man stared at Lin Xuan's ghostly figure with his eyes, and the whole person was in extreme panic.

The corners of his mouth trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "This...... This one...... Is this little bastard still not stopping after killing so many people? Is his heart made of iron? Is he really going to kill us all?"

After such a long time, how can there still be more than 30 people surviving?

This killing speed is a bit slow!

Lin Xuan "looked" at the rest of the people, frowned slightly, and then sighed abruptly: "Solve it once!"

"I'm a little tired!"

"You're boring!"

He gently waved the iron sword in his hand, bringing out a wisp of fresh air.

His sword was supposed to be swift and weird, but that one was the opposite.

The sword looked like a gentle wisp of wind, fluttering and indestructive.

When the sword was swung, the blade was extremely slow, and there were no moves to speak of, as if it came out at random, like an antelope hanging its horns, and there was no trace to be found.

But in front of this sword, everyone's faces changed drastically and became very nervous.

Each of them felt that this sword was aimed at them, and the cold hairs on their bodies stood up, and they did not hesitate to mention their last internal strength, secretly guarding against themselves.

A murderous aura enveloped the field, and everyone forcibly calmed down, confronting Lin Xuan's sword that was about to stab at him.

They were so quiet that they could hear only each other's breathing and their own heartbeats.

"Buzz!"

The iron sword in Lin Xuan's hand groaned softly, and finally fell.

A brilliant sword light flickered in the setting sun, reflecting the glow of the sky, shining in everyone's hearts.

His sword was like a fluttering leaf, like a fluttering white cloud, floating softly and gracefully before everyone's eyes.

"Bang! bang!"

Half a day.

The tumbling waves finally stopped.

The dust has settled.

The remaining thirty or so people fell to the ground at the same time and never got up again!

He slashed it with a sword.

Lin Xuan held the sword, stepped on the vast earth, and his eyes were deep and gloomy.

Now it is early autumn, and there are dead branches and leaves in the heavens and the earth, even if some plants and trees are still green, but they do not have the peak vitality of spring and summer.

He pondered silently, then looked up.

His mana is completely gone, and his cultivation is no more.

Will there be an end of life in the future?

Will it become a dry bone?