The sword light flew on the eight-foot snowy mountain.

If it is full of uncontrollable anger, every ray of Yi Xiao's sword light should wreak havoc and tear through the skin of the demon beast, cut into the muscles, and then enter the lungs, and finally circle several times, cutting off the meridians, flesh and blood, and finally breaking off the bones.

But no.

When the anger reaches its extreme, it begins to recede.

The snow ape's Achilles' heel is in the neck, and it only needs a wisp of sword qi from the fingertips to break the "line" in the throat to kill it.

The dead point of the white bear lies in its forehead, if it penetrates into the brain with the vitality of the three fingers together, and then enters the acupoint, its spiritual sense can be defeated.

The more convergent, the calmer.

Killing is something that needs to be efficient.

You need to constantly compress your strength, and then burst out at a point, without allowing for the slightest waste.

Because you're not going to kill a single person.

The tide of beasts surged down like a mountain, more like a dark cloud, overflowing and covering and smashing down.

The black clouds pressed the mountain, and a fragile sword light was like the dawn that was about to break through the dawn, and the swimming fish appeared at a glance, but burst out with the scorching eyes of thunder.

The lotus robe moved forward suddenly, the sword light in his sleeve was unstoppable, and a puff of demon blood splashed around his side.

Yi Xiao's face was inevitably splashed with layers of blood.

His expression was always calm, maintaining extreme calm, ensuring that every sword light and every wisp of vitality of his could fall as "deadly" as possible where it was needed.

Some of these monsters were "survivors" from three years ago.

They were shocked to find that the lotus-clothed human carrying a huge and clumsy purple box in front of them had a close resemblance to the man who had climbed the mountain three years earlier.

The killing speed is extremely fast.

When the senior brother climbed the mountain three years ago, he climbed to the sky one foot at a time, and the overwhelming tide of beasts poured down, and he walked all the way, whether it was a strong giant elephant, a white ape or a grizzly bear, he was as fragile as a locust when he hit the sword qi.

As he walked all the way, the sword qi violently crushed all the demon beasts that stood in the way on this road, until they were crushed into blood foam, and then those out-of-body sword qi that wantonly rioted crushed them to ashes.

The killing techniques that Yi Xiao knew included Yan Xiaoqi's hair killing, the selfless venerence of the Holy Yuanzi, the evolution killing method, and the killing sword domain, and many others.

So in the process of mountaineering, the sword light and vitality fly together, in addition, the Yama King's hair picking killing, now it has become a hair picking to kill demons, and the killing sword domain has become a killing sword wire.

Yi Xiao killed very easily, because he didn't lack killing skills at all.

And a more important point.

Like this grand slaughter on Eight-Foot Mountain today...... He had done something similar a long time ago.

Daji Mountains, in front of Liangjia Castle.

And the difference between the two is that the number of demon beasts on the Eight Feet Mountain is much more than that in the Daji Mountain Range, and it is much more difficult to kill.

Therefore, Yi Xiao has to use every vitality and every wisp of sword qi extremely economically.

The senior brother who climbed the mountain back then, his own accumulated vitality was not very strong, and among the five demons, he was definitely not the one with the deepest foundation.

But his sword bones gave him almost endless sword qi.

Even so, he still had to accumulate every sword qi, which shows how huge the consumption needs to be if he wants to climb the mountain?

The Black Water Beast Tide, due to the narrow mountain road, could not burst out with the great power of charging and killing, and for the last great cultivator who broke through the Nine Rank Imprisonment, every trace and wisp of sword qi was extremely deadly, and he could only be reduced to a corpse sent to death in vain under the sword light.

The only hope can only be pinned on this lotus-clothed man who carries the mountain on his back, and when he is halfway up the mountain, he exhausts all his vitality savings.

It's a pity...... On the accumulation of vitality.

If it is the Bodhisattva of the East Monarch and the West Demon and the North Immortal and the South Sage, these five demons have never stopped practicing, and now they are merged together.

can barely withstand today's Yi Xiao.

Three thousand weak water, I only take one scoop to drink.

His little highness, whose vitality is like a vast ocean, carries a purple box to climb the mountain, but he is extremely stingy, carefully and carefully taking out one scoop of vitality after another, and then subdividing the resurrection into the tiniest wisp.

If the avenue is like a blue sky, and I only have a sword.

Wait until the green snake in the sleeve is full, and then wait until the sea water overflows in the sleeve, and finally shake the sleeve up, the green snake goes out to sea, the sea pearl hangs in the air, and the sleeve is like a sword.

The sword qi bullfight soars into the sky.

A wisp of ten wisps and thousands of wisps.

The little highness carrying the purple box up the mountain, I don't know how many times he raised his sleeves, and how many demon beasts he killed, the tide in front of him has never decreased, if he is in the middle of the sea, in front of him and behind him, there are endless waves, a wave has not yet leveled, and a wave will come to the sky.

His breathing began to rapid.

The lacquer in his sleeve burst into the first subtle, invisible crack.

But His Royal Highness's pace never stopped, and he was clean within three feet, and full of bright red three feet away, like a woman with heavy makeup and light makeup following him, crying all over the three feet, crying and howling, and angry.

If it is a killing sword, it can also kill demons.

His Royal Highness stopped, took a deep breath, his chest was full and low, and the tide of the sea was crashing back and forth.

He paused for a moment, then looked back and saw the blood path overlapping with the senior brother behind him.

Boundless slaughter.

The fingers in his sleeve rubbed the body of the lacquered sword, gently touched the invisible but palpable sword pattern, let the demon beast hit his body, only paused, and continued to move forward.

On the eight-foot mountain, the sound of the little highness's sword light becoming more raging sounded, and the beast tide was dark, and everyone cried.

It was endlessly noisy, mixed with a hoarse voice.

"Men should kill, and kill mercilessly. ”

"Immortal karma is all in killing. ”

One step kills, one sword and one head.

"You don't see it, the strong man dies from the Confucian Peak, and Shenzhou will boast of benevolence and righteousness from now on!"

"Once the Central Plains was in turmoil, the scholars rushed to the Confucian people and wept!"

The high-pitched voice sounded in the Killing Sword Domain, and countless demon beasts crashed to death under the sword blade of His Royal Highness, and he never stopped his sword, nor did he stop-

"Kill one in three steps!"

"The heart stops!"

"Bloodshed!"

"Corpse pillow Chihiro Mountain!"

Qi Yu cracked out the second sword pattern, but His Royal Highness was more excited to kill, and his singing voice was more hearty and wild.

"You don't see, the lion and tiger prey has gained prestige, who has pity for the poor elk!"

"The world has never been strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is in vain!"

The heavy snow on the eight-foot mountain fell like a meteor, and it climbed into the sky one foot at a time.

The snow is pressed down, stacked, and the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the thinner the air, and the more difficult it is to take a step.

And the bloody breath is getting stronger and stronger.

Someone is killing demons.

His Royal Highness was full of sword qi and vitality, and he couldn't care about the snow on his body, the lotus clothes were dyed plain white, and a heavy pile of snow fell on the purple box.

And murderous.

The murderous aura in the sky fell all over his head, stained with snow and frost.

His sideburns were white, fluttering with the swordsman's aura, like an ancient and young sword fairy, singing the heroic ballad of broken wind and snow—

"Boys, be violent!"

"Matter and benevolence, not two sides!"

Qi Yu's sword body, densely covered with countless broken sword patterns, His Royal Highness's single sleeve trembled countless times, the sword body has cracked like porcelain, and he was raised flat at this moment, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, and putting the other hand together with two fingers, slowly wiping from the sword body.

Violent bursts of sound were superimposed.

The sword shattered.

Three feet is clean and becomes thirty feet.

At this moment, there is no sword, killing people is more happy, the sword qi overflows the sleeves, and the demon beast tide is shocked to find that this one is taking a scoop and drinking in the sea of vitality, and begins to pour out the murderous aura bucket by bucket.

So the beast tide began to fear the lotus-clothed man in front of him.

Just like the silent white-clothed sword immortal three years ago.

The mountain road has never stopped.

"Don't tremble, there are songs to listen to-"

Without Qi Yu and the purple box, His Royal Highness removed the shoulder strap of the purple box, and did not open the box, but used Donkey Kong's physique to move the purple box, and slapped the demon beast that crashed into his three-foot realm into a puddle of blood.

He saw the palace on the snowy mountain.

The first thing that caught Yi Xiao's eyes was the big red palace of Yuejiao, looming in the snow, if there was nothing.

He started running.

The palace was knocked down by two heavy walls.

This is followed by commercial tone, double tone, and large surface tone.

Like a dragon, like an elephant, like a snake, like a python, overflowing with qi and blood, trembling the stars of the nine heavens, and the holy light shook down and shrouded the eight-foot mountain, His Royal Highness just shook the purple box and ran all the way.

In front of him was a wall, and it collapsed.

In front of him is the demon, the demon is dead.

Running and singing, screaming and singing, killing and singing.

"Killing one is a crime!"

"Tu Wan is a male!"

"Slaughter nine million!"

"It's for the male of the male!"

The song contained an incomparably thick vitality, bursting out, shaking the eardrums of the demon beasts, and some of them were directly shocked to the point of soul power.

When the huge purple box was stomped heavily in the snow by Yi Xiao, splashing a puff of snow gas.

On the eight-foot mountain, leave a trail that is hideous enough and bloody enough.

Covering the blood path of the senior brother three years ago.

In the five palaces of the chess palace, the top of the mountain is silent, the wind is silent, and the snow is falling slowly.

A big chess master who presided over the sword formation looked at the bloody path in silence, looked at His Royal Highness Lotus Yi, and asked softly, "What song is this?"

The little highness standing in the box silently recited the last four sentences in his heart.

"I'd rather teach 10,000 people to hate than teach them to scold me. ”

After just two sentences, there was a huge thunderous tumbling sound.

Yi Xiao frowned and looked at the ground under his feet, under the snowy mountain, there was a long and fine tremor, and then countless sword lights overflowed from the surface.

He knew that there was a huge sword array in Bachi Mountain, created by the green dragon and the white tiger, and the killing was unparalleled in the world, and it was a thousand-year-old mountain protection array for the demon clan.

At this moment, when he entered the top of the mountain, he entered this formation.

Yi Xiao smiled disappreciatively, and let the sword qi burst out, cutting the heavens and the earth, and enveloping himself in it.

He looked in the direction of the previous question, and instead of answering his question, he asked with a low brow and a smile.

"Looking at the five thousand years here, where does the sword immortal not kill?"

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(The limit is that I can't write anymore, this is the most since Fucang opened the book...... The quality of these chapters is above the level, with a clear conscience, ask for a monthly pass before going to bed, and try your best to break out tomorrow)