Chapter 16: The Horror of the Sword (Part II)

Silver-white light covered the entire sword body, and the bright white light suddenly illuminated the night.

The night was already dark, and the bright moonlight on the sky seemed to be affected by this sword, and it was much darker at this moment.

Ambilight and brilliance.

A sword strikes out the Milky Way like a straight nine heavens, which is exquisite.

The wooden sword is in the air, death seems to be imminent, this sword is majestic, but it is ethereal and agile, but it brings ancient clumsiness, and there is a roar like thunder in his wooden sword, faintly like a downpour of rain falling down.

"Phantom fifteen kills, sword fifteen!"

"Boom!"

The masked man's pupils shrank sharply, and he saw the dazzling brilliance burst out at this moment, and the stabbing masked man closed his eyes directly, unable to open them.

The masked man was about to flee, but suddenly found that the air around him seemed to freeze. Heaven and earth have become unprecedentedly strange, and he seems to have become a character who is disliked by heaven and earth, and he can't even do such a small thing as breathing air.

The sword approached, and the masked man's breath was short, and his complexion changed drastically. "You can't kill me......!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a cold star widened in his eyes.

The wooden sword was silent, passing through the body, and a blood flower bloomed.

"Ahem...... Ahem, ahem, ahem......" The masked man coughed at a rapid pace, his face flushed.

"Poof!" he finally couldn't take it anymore and spewed out a large mist of blood. At this time, although he felt the rapid passage of his vitality, he didn't care about it, just stared at the blood-clothed Lin Xuan, and hissed: "What a powerful swordsmanship, really a great swordsmanship......

He didn't seem to cry, he didn't seem to smile, but his eyes kept crying: "Now I don't have the strength to fight anymore, I have told the gray wolves that you will take care of them for me, and I hope you can take care of the wolves for me after I die...... They've been adopted by me since they were young, so don't treat them badly."

"As for me, I don't have anything to ask the chief to arrange everything for me."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan still didn't put away his sword to guard against the attack from the gray wolf, and his sword stabbed his toes and turned his body to attack the gray wolf again.

"Poof!"

The cold light was shining, and blood was splattered.

Hundreds of gray wolves fell to the ground with a few pops, and the animalistic eyes were full of horror and disbelief, and they all screamed a few times, and all of them died!

Side.

The masked man's eyes widened and he roared, "You and I won't let you go even if we are ghosts......"

Shaking his head, he sneered: "Your last words should be left to hell to tell!"

I don't know what this masked man thinks, even if he chooses to be the enemy of Lin Xuan, then he should fight to the end, but why did he change his hexagram so quickly.

Naively thought that Lin Xuan would be soft on animals?

The remnants of the wooden sword flickered, and the skull was bleeding

The body moved and rushed directly into the wolves, and being merciful to the enemy is cruel to oneself!

Half a day.

Lin Xuan's killing continued, but there were less than twenty gray wolves left at this moment.

Lin Xuan seemed to be an invincible sword god, no matter how the gray wolf attacked him, he couldn't help it. And he only needs to gently dance the wooden sword in his hand, and he can harvest and take away a wolf's life with a single blow.

The wolves are routed!

Lin Xuan advanced step by step, and the sword in his hand flipped like a fly.

On the other side.

The remaining dozen wolves, their bodies trembling slightly, stared at Lin Xuan with their eyes, staring at the ghost-like figure.

Finally, the wolves couldn't support it anymore and chose to flee.

At this moment, the disdain in Lin Xuan's eyes became even stronger.

"There will be no time in the future!"

Lin Xuan said leisurely.

Pick up the tightrope held in the masked man's hand and throw it out.

The tightrope seemed to have eyes, and it tightly bound the necks of the dozen or so wolves. Then there was a grunt, and the gray wolf's eyes fell to the ground with a reluctant directness.

When the last wolf fell, Lin Xuan came to the side of the masked man and took off his mask.

The face of a sallow, middle-aged man is presented in front of him.

"Why did you provoke me, I didn't intend to kill you!"

Lin Xuan looked along the moonlight, his stumps were all over the field, his blood was flowing like a river, and his voice carried an almost oppressive heaviness: "The rivers and lakes are a prison, often many times, we are like fallen leaves in the wind, duckweed in the water, and we can't help ourselves!"

The moonlight seemed to be suppressed at this time, and the sadness between Lin Xuan's eyebrows became even stronger.

Lin Xuan was silent, clenched the wooden sword in his hand tightly, and disappeared in place with staggering steps.

......

I don't know how long I walked, and the majestic sound of flowing water pulled the distracted Lin Xuan back to reality.

Looking up, a waterfall comes into view.

The brow frowned slightly.

"The smell of blood on my body is too bad, go down and wash it!"

"Poof!"

Lin Xuan jumped into the waterhole and startled the sound of crackling water. The bloody clothes and blood swords were also a little lighter at this time, and the originally blue waterhole was also dyed blood-red.

Lonely days, there is no way to go, there is no trace to be found, the inevitable silence is in the long and long pain, the sorrow is in the corner where no one steps on the corner, let the heart be sad and silent, shake off the desolation.

Walking, turning, a split second distance. Looking at it from afar, staring, unspeakable pain.

With the flow of the pond, it was not only the thick blood that was cleaned up, but also the sadness in Lin Xuan's heart.

Half an hour later.

Lin Xuan raised his head and carefully looked at this waterfall.

This waterfall is not very large, only about ten zhang, and under the waterfall, there are several large stones in the pool. The water rushed down, stirring up bursts of white waves, but it also looked quite imposing.

Lin Xuan walked directly below the waterfall, and suddenly felt a huge pressure coming, and his body bent down unconsciously. The torrent lapped against him, unspeakable pain. Although the waterfall in front of you is not high, the impact of the water is still huge.

There was a Dugu who sought defeat and practiced swords under the waterfall, and he was invincible in the world after Mahayana. There is a broken arm hero Yang Guo who also practiced swords under the waterfall, and after practice, he became one of the few masters......

Although Lin Xuan's swordsmanship at this time was powerful, he himself was not satisfied with it.

He thinks his sword can be stronger and faster

What's more, there is also an introduction in the "Three Lives Extreme Spirit Classic" that if there is a particularly strong pressure assistance, then the speed of cultivation will be greatly accelerated.

Lin Xuan had only practiced for a while before, and the wooden sword in his hand burst out with such a powerful force. Having tasted the benefits of this powerful exercise, Lin Xuan certainly wouldn't miss it.

The specific method is to put yourself under the waterfall and cultivate, although it is quite hard to cultivate in this way, but there is something to be done if you think about it.

This waterfall is not big, and the hitting water that flows down is not so terrible, and it is still within the tolerable range, which is also suitable.

Thinking of this, the serious expression on Lin Xuan's face also relaxed.

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Lin Xuan began to investigate the terrain.

Truly. If he was disturbed by someone or some beast while he was cultivating, it would be another trouble.

Still, it's okay.

This waterfall is in the middle of the valley, and there are no traces of wild beasts around, and after he checked the valley three or four times, he found no traces of human activity, maybe it is because of such a special position!

Just in case, in order to prevent any unexpected situation, Lin Xuan laid a lot of traps in the valley, and anyone who set foot here, even if he was immortal, would have to lose a layer of skin.

Lin Xuan firmly believes that foolproof is the most correct approach, and be careful to make the 10,000-year-old ship. Those sloppy, careless practices are simply not advisable!