The hand holding the sword became tighter and tighter, and Lin Xiu, the first white-clothed disciple who rushed in front of him, recognized him, his name was Feng Tang, and this black, thin and white-clothed person had spoken disrespectfully to Master Lin Xiu in front of the Xiaoquan Peak Alchemy Pavilion. At this moment, Feng Tang's expression was like a vicious dog, he looked down on Lin Xiu at all, and now Lin Xiu's strength was far above his own, Feng Tang was even more jealous. Right now, there are more than 500 senior brothers behind him, no matter how strong Lin Xiu is, how can he kill us all? Hmph, joke, don't look at who is standing behind us, it is the three masters of the Zhongnan faction.

However, Feng Tang didn't think about it, why the masters with extremely high status in his mind were watching from behind at this time, and why the Huang Lang master who first encountered Lin Xiu was seriously injured.

When Lin Xiu indifferently raised his sword, and that strange killing intent rushed towards him, Feng Tang was left with only one thought in his heart for a moment—regret.

The murderous aura swept by, Feng Tang almost didn't see Lin Xiu's movements clearly, and the world in front of him turned completely. Feng Tang's head was cut off, Lin Xiu in his eyes was getting higher and higher, farther and farther away, everything in his field of vision was rising rapidly, and in the rotating world, Feng Tang even saw his own body.

For some reason, Lin Xiu felt that the feeling of holding the giant sword was extremely handy, and the artistic conception of the Thrilling Flood had already been integrated into the spiritual power, and the slaughter of the God of War made the Four Elephants Sword Qi show a terrifying momentum.

At this moment, the Four Elephants Sword Technique has been used perfectly in Lin Xiu's hands, he can even control the power of the sword qi, so that the spiritual power can be used in the most efficient way, and what is even more terrifying is that under the slaughter of the God of War, Lin Xiu doesn't even have to worry about the problem of consumption, for him, spiritual power is just a foundation, and the fluctuations brought about by the murderous aura and the artistic conception of the outside are the real turbulent waves.

With a sword sweep, Lin Xiu handled it extremely properly, without wasting a trace of spiritual power, the blood-colored murderous aura fluctuated gracefully, and all of them hit the more than ten white-clothed disciples in front of him.

Watching their limbs being cut off, watching the pillars of blood rise, Lin Xiu's heart seemed to have a sense of restlessness, this feeling could have been able to submerge and swallow his consciousness, but now with the artistic conception of the Shock, the killing machine of the God of War slaughter has been accumulated in the depths of Lin Xiu's heart.

This restlessness swelled his veins, making him angry, resentful, and vicious...... Under the mood of a hundred turns, the corners of Lin Xiu's mouth slowly opened, he wanted to laugh, no matter how he suppressed it, a strange smile still appeared on his face.

The God of War slaughter, at a certain moment, made countless real powerhouses in the cultivation realm fearful, and it was too strong and unbearable for Lin Xiu at this moment.

What changes will occur in Lin Xiu's body, I am afraid that even the creator of the God of War Slaughter, the soul that was sealed in the brush, could not control it.

Slash!

In the face of those fellow disciples who rushed over, Lin Xiu killed them one by one with the lowest consumption. Blood splattered on him, slowly dyeing his robe red, surrounded by hundreds of people, stumps and bodies flying, blood gushing, and even Lin Xiu's image could not be distinguished.

Seeing the person in front of him die without doing anything in that sword, the white-clothed disciples behind him were already very frightened in their hearts, but greed will spread, and killing intent will continue to spread among the crowd, fear is one thing, but the evil that is rolled up by the earth-shattering shouts of killing and the flying blood is another.

At this time, no one cared about the things in their cuffs anymore, no matter what kind of magic weapon, as long as it was a thing, whether it was a flying sword or a charm, they were all taken out, and then frantically thrown at Lin Xiu.

From time to time, He Ting and Li Moran even threw magic weapons or magic circles from a distance, wanting to take advantage of Lin Xiu's unpreparedness and give him a fatal blow.

They succeeded, and several attacks completely hit Lin Xiu, but these two masters found that the damage caused by their own Dan period did not have the slightest effect on Lin Xiu.

The more serious Lin Xiu's injuries became, the stronger the blood-colored murderous aura around his body became, so that the white-clothed disciples in front of him died more and more tragically.

When dusk came, the sky was already covered with blood mist, and there were less than a few dozen of the more than five hundred white-clothed disciples left.

At this moment, these white-clothed disciples finally calmed down and stopped charging forward, they only had fear left in their hearts, and they didn't even dare to look at Lin Xiu.

Lin Xiu was covered in blood, his eyes became red, and his body was even more scarred, and the murderous aura of the God of War slaughter turned into blood-colored silk under the wrapping of the Shocking Artistic Conception, flying and coiling around his body, this aura similar to that of a fire demon made Huang Lang's face stiffen.

At this moment, no one dared to doubt that the person who killed the head of Zhao Yuqi was Lin Xiu.

Lin Xiu took a deep breath, and in an instant, the Yuan Gu spiritual power in his body rose again, he put the giant sword back behind his back, and slowly raised his arms from the bottom to the top.

With the spiritual power driven, the countless stump segments on the ground began to fly into the air, densely packed, like a terrifying net, enveloping Lin Xiu and the people in front of him.

Five hundred corpses, thousands of stumps, such a terrifying sight that even the three Yudan Stage Masters had never seen before.

"Who dares to step forward again?"

Lin Xiu's voice came, and everyone in front of him involuntarily moved back. Lin Xiu glanced at them coldly, his spiritual power shook suddenly, and in an instant, all the stumps around him burst into blood powder, covering the sky and the sun.

When Lin Xiu turned to leave, none of the three Zhongnan Sect masters dared to take a step forward, and the only remaining white-clothed disciples were even more frightened.

After looking at each other for a long time, Li Moran said stiffly: "This, this matter should be reported to Teng Yuan Ancestor as soon as possible." ”

Swallowing his saliva, He Ting immediately nodded, and then, when he thought of something, he immediately said with an angry face: "Huang Lang, this time my Zhongnan Sect killed and injured more than 500 disciples, although Lin Xiu caused it single-handedly, but you can't escape the blame." ”

Li Moran suddenly understood He Ting's intentions, his sleeve pocket shook, and two high-grade flying swords instantly pierced Huang Lang's body.

"You ......" Huang Lang's face changed drastically, but the flying sword had already turned into spiritual power and integrated into his body.

Li Moran sneered: "Senior Brother He Ting is right, you made a big mistake, and after returning to the mountain, you must apologize to the ancestor." ”

After speaking, Li Moran even destroyed Huang Lang's meridians and acupoints, making him a complete waste.

Huang Lang had already suffered heavy losses, and in the face of He Ting and Li Moran's ruthless methods, he was unable to resist.

Although what happened just now had to be counted on Lin Xiu's head, but more than 500 disciples died in one fell swoop, He Ting and Li Moran were afraid that Teng Yuan's ancestor would be angry with him, and in order to be considerate, he could only let Huang Lang carry everything.

And Huang Lang couldn't have imagined that his layout many years ago would send him to Huangquan Road today.

As for the twenty or so white-clothed disciples beside them, He Ting and Li Moran had no intention of staying at all, they quickly killed these white-clothed disciples like ants, and then injured themselves, pretending to be after a tragic fight with others.