Just when Chu Xi's sword was about to take shape.
His mind suddenly moved slightly, and he stepped back more than thirty feet. In the next moment, a white bone battle ax with a length of about seven feet and a wide blade struck in front of him.
That majestic and majestic ax not only caused dust to fly on the ground and fell into a deep pit, but also caused cracks in the surrounding void.
Then a giant twelve feet tall, with crystal-black skin and a golden crown on his head, fell in front of Chu Xisheng.
Chu Xisheng looked at the golden crown on the giant's head and the face that seemed to be carved out of rock, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Mokrel?"
"it's me!"
The corners of the giant's lips raised, revealing a wild smile: "Are you the Qingyun Tianjun evaluated by the China Martial Arts Tower? Are there no people in your China? You actually let a sixth-grade martial arts cultivator become the chief Qingyun Tianjun.
!”
When he spoke, the two giant bone axes did not pause at all.
A series of ax lights struck Chu Xisheng like a tornado, the attack was fierce and domineering.
Although Mo Kelie's attack speed is far inferior to that of humans, his hands can still slash more than seventy axes in one breath. He also uses his height, long arms, and powerful strength to bombard Chu Xisheng from a distance, firmly suppressing Chu Xisheng.
Twenty feet away, making it impossible for this person to get close.
Chu Xisheng could only keep flashing and moving with his body skills, and occasionally blocked with his sword.
Blocking was his last resort. Mokre was just a fourth-level gold-crowned giant, but his power was incredible.
Every time Chu Xisheng blocked an axe, the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Sword in his hand would vibrate violently, and his whole body would be like a torn sack, being blasted twenty feet away by the opponent's huge force.
Fortunately, this Golden Wind Jade Dew Sword has been promoted to the fourth level, and the blade is extremely strong.
In the past, maybe if Chu Xisheng received a hundred or so axes, the Jinfeng Yulu sword would be broken.
However, Chu Xisheng's flesh and blood bones were a little unable to hold up. Under Mo Kelie's continuous bombardment and shock, his bones seemed fragile.
The bones of his arms were constantly cracking, and the flesh and blood were rotting in pieces, and they continued to heal under the influence of the blood of eternity.
Just five breaths later, Moklie couldn't help but look a little surprised in his eyes.
This human boy actually withstood his violent attacks.
The two sides exchanged more than 200 blows. Although the opponent was quite embarrassed at first, he gradually adapted to it.
Not only did it withstand his offensive, but he even tried to counterattack along Mokelie's arm. However, due to the length of his weapon and the only two-foot-long sword, his several attempts to counterattack were destroyed and suppressed by him.
Moklie couldn't believe it. Is this really a human martial arts cultivator at the sixth level? This guy's strength can actually cross three levels to fight against him!
There is indeed a reason why this person can become the number one rising star in the human race. He does have a 'Blood Crown' level talent!
It's just that Mo Kelie's goal has been achieved. He has already penetrated the poison into Chu Xisheng's body.
The blood poison in his body has long been separated from the category of blood, and can spread and penetrate through any medium, including swords, aura, mist, resentful spirits in the world, and even sounds.
Just after Mo Kelie blasted out the four hundred axes, he waved his arms violently, and the fierce and majestic sword was instantly swung for more than twenty feet, forcing Chu Xisheng to retreat, and then his body suddenly jumped behind him, and then retreated
When he arrived three miles away, he was among his personal guards.
His subordinate Silver Crown Baihu Mo Wenbin also broke away from the battle with Ye Zhiqiu and jumped back into the military formation, making a roar.
"Zhuang Quan, this slave, is really not exaggerating. That woman should also be at the Super Tianzhu level, just a sliver weaker than me. That should be some kind of Heaven-Slaying Sacred Legend. I fought with her, and many thoughts in my mind were killed by her.
Yes, it’s really awesome.”
Silver-crowned Baihu Mo Wenbin is a fourth-level silver-crowned giant spirit, equivalent to the fourth-level Tianzhu of the human race.
However, that woman's strength was only inferior to his.
If both sides were to engage in a life-and-death fight under absolutely fair conditions, Mo Wenbin wouldn't even be sure of defeating the opponent.
"These are two blood crowns, one of which is a divine blood crown! Unfortunately, this place today is their burial place."
There was a cold light in Mokelie's eyes, and he waved his hand slightly: "Let's do it! Shoot them here."
At the moment when they were fighting, the four hundred giant spirits, one thousand human slaves, five hundred winged men, and five hundred heavenly dogs under Mokre's command were all already holding bows in their hands, forming a neat array.
The Moluo tribe fought for territory in Buzhou Mountain and to collect taxes and tributes from the giant spirit tribes on the next level. They fought almost every year and every month.
They have long been using their weapons to the fullest, and their arrow formations are even more skillful.
All the war bows used by the Moruo warriors are made of the sinews and bones of powerful ferocious beasts, and their power is no less powerful than the magical bows and crossbows of the Chinese people.
Even those human slave soldiers, the war bows in their hands are of extraordinary quality.
The arrows they use are made from the claws and bones of fifth- and fourth-level ferocious beasts. Not only are the arrows extremely fast, they can break through steel and armor, but they are also impregnated with poison, even those powerful ferocious beasts.
That's death.
Mokre has no intention of taking action himself.
The two people on the opposite side have already been poisoned by blood. Next, they only need to use the arrow array to prevent them from having a chance to exorcise the poison and grind them to death.
The owner of the restaurant, Zhuang Quan, had a gloomy expression on his face. He didn't know whether he should persuade him or not.
The Bloody Sword was so praised by "On the Divine Machine of Martial Arts" and "The Book of Tianji Martial Arts".
Just now in Suiye Ji, Chu Xisheng single-handedly suppressed the power of the swords of more than 300 people, and he was indeed domineering and majestic to the extreme.
However, since the fight between Mo Kelie and Chu Xisheng, the 'Wuji Sword Lord' has not been able to show the power of the Yajuan Sword.
Zhuang Quan felt lucky.
Maybe Chu Xisheng is not as strong as he thought, maybe this person's Yazhan Dao can only deal with three or four hundred people, or maybe this person has been suppressed by Master Qianhu——
"Buzz!"
Following the order from the Mara tribe, a total of 2,400 people began to pull the bow strings.
However, just when all the giant spirit warriors were looking fierce, and thousands of people in the formation were preparing to fire arrows, Mo Kelie, the golden-crowned Qianhu, saw Chu Xisheng's lips move, as if he uttered two words.
The Chinese people originated from Mount Buzhou, and their language and characters originated from the same source as the giant spirits. However, after hundreds of thousands of years, their pronunciation has become different.
Moklie couldn't tell what Chu Xisheng was saying through lip reading.
Zhuang Quan, the owner of the restaurant next to him, recognized him.
That’s—Yaiju!
boom!
At this moment, everyone present felt the mighty power of Chu Xisheng's sword.
The giant beast with a dragon head and a jackal body behind Chu Xisheng prostrated slightly and let out a muffled roar. The sword in its mouth was also trembling violently.
This human martial artist not only reflected their hostile murderous thoughts back, but also turned his spiritual consciousness into sharp sword intent, cutting it into the depths of their minds.
The human slave soldiers with a level of 1,700 cultivation could not hold on at first. Their mouths, noses, and orifices burst out with blood at this moment, and the arrows they shot were crooked, without any force, and they were less than a hundred feet long.
Falling to the ground.
The Winged Men and Tengu all let out a wail. Not only were they unable to complete the shooting action, they were also unstable, staggering, and fell from the sky one after another.
The powerful psychic impact almost cut their minds in half.
Mo Kelie, the golden-crowned Qianhu, also let out a muffled groan at this moment, and his brows had already wrinkled into the character "Chuan".
Chu Xisheng's Yajuan Sword Intention mainly attacks Mo Kelie.
For others, Chu Xisheng only suppressed them with his sword.
Chu Xisheng is attacking the golden-crowned Thousand-Household Demon Klie!
He gathered the hostility of the 2,000 people here and raised his Yajuan Sword to the extreme. Except for using part of his spiritual thoughts to suppress a few hundred households, he used all possible means to destroy Mo Kelie's soul.
Impact! Tear! Crush!
At the same time, his figure rushed into the military formation like light and flashed in front of Mokelie.
A breath ago, Mo Kelie had countless ways to prevent Chu Xisheng from getting closer.
There was nothing he could do at this point.
It was extremely difficult for Moke Lie to resist the sword intent in expelling the soul.
He could only watch as Chu Xisheng came within three feet of him.
This is undoubtedly a dangerous distance, and the opponent's knife can pierce his chest at any time!
"Roar!"
Makkre roared violently.
He stimulated the blood power in his body to the extreme, blood burst out from his mouth and nose, and finally withstood Chu Xisheng's sword attack at the last moment.
A bone shield quickly formed on Mokelie's arm to protect him.
"punish!"
Following Chu Xisheng's snort, Mo Kelie's right hand and the bone shield were cut off by the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Saber.
Chu Xisheng's sword continued to slash towards Moklie's throat like a gangrene attached to the bone.
The corners of his lips raised, showing an open smile: "Mo Qianhu, this is our second round!"
Mokre kept retreating, trying to distance himself.
He temporarily lost his right arm, but he did not lose his fighting power. Numerous bone spurs, bone knives, and bone spears were pierced from various parts of his body.
Mokelie gave up his pair of battle axes and flexibly used various parts of his body to fight. He swung his elbows and knees, and used the bone spurs on these parts to fight Chu Xisheng and resist his deadly blade.
In fact, at this time, Mokreed was unable to accurately capture his opponent's method.
The opponent's long sword techniques are all unpredictable and traceless.
He looked to the left and suddenly to the right. Sometimes he clearly sensed that Chu Xisheng was in the chest and abdomen, but when his sword struck, it happened to be in the crotch.
Mokre knew in his heart that this was an extremely powerful secret method, a manifestation of the laws of heaven, which was formless, soundless, colorless, without beginning or end, boundless, and unnameable.
Fortunately, he had a size advantage in this area. No matter where Chu Xisheng was, Moklie would just hit him with his head, fists, knees, and elbows.
No matter where the opponent is, the target is always his key positions. As long as you guard your own key points, there will be no big problems.
If you really can't stop it, just use your own strength, your own bone armor, and the magic weapon armor he wears on the inner layer of the bone armor to stop it!
Mokelie found that the force he blasted out would be reflected back most of the time, causing his bones to crumble and his flesh and blood to collapse.
But at this time, he was too lazy to take care of this. He could still resist if he tried his best. If he still had reservations, he would definitely die!
Sparks flew between the two. Chu Xisheng's sword was like light and shadow, and Mo Kelie tried his best to resist. In one breath, the two of them exchanged hundreds of blows.
The two men's swords were powerful enough to crush and sweep the surrounding area of more than ten feet, causing disaster to all the surrounding demons and dragons.
They were suppressed by Chu Xisheng's sword intent and found it difficult to even move. They could only watch helplessly as their bodies were shattered and their flesh and blood was shattered by the aftermath of the battle between the two.
As the two sides continued to fight, Mokre's heart became cold.
He could never close the distance between the two,
This meant that he lost his distance advantage and had to fight a fast and agile flea at close range.
At this time, the bone armor on his body had already been split with dozens of wounds by Chu Xisheng's blade.
This bone armor is actually nothing and can be restored at any time. The problem is that the two magical armors he wore on the inner layer were also slashed by the opponent, with more than a dozen huge cracks appearing.
If he continues, these magic weapons will not be able to hold up, and his defense capabilities will be greatly reduced.
"Chop suey!"
Mokelie's eyes were about to burst, and his eyes were full of confusion.
Even those powerful fourth-level martial arts cultivators couldn't withstand his powerful blood poison. Why couldn't it work on Chu Xisheng's body?
According to common sense, this person should have lost his Qi and blood long ago and the poison has penetrated into his bone marrow.
But this guy didn't seem to be affected at all. The sword was more powerful and powerful than the last. It staggered his steps and scattered fragments of his bone armor.
The offensive was like a tide, each wave becoming more violent and powerful.
He found that Chu Xisheng in front of him seemed to have transformed into a small sun, emitting infinite light and heat, which made his strikes faster and faster.
Also, this guy's sword intention has been suppressing his soul, preventing him from mobilizing more bloodline power, and he can only exert less than 60% of his 100% combat power.
In addition, due to the close combat, his limbs can only swing slightly, and the concentration of energy and blood flow in the body must be shorter and more rapid, so he cannot exert all his strength and cannot exert his huge strength.
Just after the fierce battle between the two sides reached 4,300 blows, bloodstains began to appear all over Mokelie's body.
The first layer of the magic weapon armor on his body was officially destroyed, and Chu Xisheng's knife had already penetrated into his body. The fierce knife intent swept through his body, destroying everything.
This sword intention also further affected his soul, allowing him to experience what Mo Wenbin said, "many thoughts in his mind have been eliminated".
Sometimes Moklie clearly wanted to hit him with a knee to force Chu Xisheng's blade back.
But the next moment, his thoughts went blank. When Moklie reacted, he found that his legs had not made any movement at all. Chu Xisheng was able to get close to him again and slashed into his chest and abdomen with a knife.
Mokre's mind continued to sink to the bottom.
The guy in front of me is really as strong as Zhuang Quan said! Even much stronger than Zhuang Quan said!
This is the 19th Qingyun of China? The head of Qingyun Tianjun?
Mokre knew in his heart that if this battle continued, he would die.
If there were no other changes, I would definitely die in the hands of this human bastard!
What's annoying is that his most powerful arm, Silver Crown Baihu Mo Wenbin, is also entangled.
Mo Wenbin's situation was even worse than him. He was suppressed by the human woman and his body was covered with scars.
At this moment, an angry roar came from next to Moklie: "You slave bitch, you go to hell!"
A huge battle ax suddenly struck from the side and struck in the direction of Chu Xisheng.
Mokre couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
That is the leader of his bodyguard, a fourth-grade Bronze Crowned Baihu!
Although this person only has the bloodline power of the bronze crown level, he is still in the prime of life of the giant spirit. His physical strength is even greater than that of Mo Wenbin and Mo Wenbin. He has experienced hundreds of battles and is proficient in battle axes.
Mo Kelie couldn't help but relax. His other arm finally got rid of Chu Xisheng's sword suppression and came to his aid.
But in the next moment, he saw Chu Xisheng's sword reflected a mirror-like brilliance.
The Kamikaze Mirror Sword*returns to the light!
"Qiang!"
The heavy and powerful battle ax was reflected by the light of the sword, and suddenly turned around and slashed in the direction of Mokelie.
Mokre hurriedly resisted.
When he finally used the big bone shield on his arm to resist the bombardment of the battle axe, he found that Chu Xisheng's figure had flashed behind the leader of his personal guards.
It was an innate ability to teleport, making both of them defenseless.
With a wave of the jade-white ‘Jade Gui Jin Nai Dao’ in Chu Xisheng’s hand, the head of the bronze-crown Baihu broke open and flew up!
"What a bastard!"
Moklie's eyes were red and his eyes were about to burst: "I'll kill you!"
He took the opportunity to adjust the bones in his body, and once again condensed a pair of bone battle axes on his hands, trying to use the fierce ax blow and offensive to force the opponent twenty feet away!
Mokre even spared no expense, violently activating his own bloodline, disrupting the timing in all directions, and shattering the surrounding void.
This is a way to guard against the opponent's instant shadow.
He will never make the same mistake again! He will never give this human bastard another chance to get close!
But in the next moment, Moklie found that his thoughts paused for a moment, and there was a moment of blankness.
When he came to his senses, he found that Chu Xisheng had appeared three feet away from him again.
The sharp blade almost cut into his eyes.
"Roar!"
Moklie had no choice but to give up his two axes again and continued to use close combat to resist Chu Xisheng's long knife that had already struck him.
Somehow, Mo Kelie felt that Chu Xisheng's blade was sharper, more dangerous, and more unpredictable.
In less than a hundred rounds this time, Chu Xisheng's knife had already injured his vitals several times, and even a huge bloody hole was cut out of his throat. His arm, which had just recovered to half of its size, was cut by Chu Xisheng again.
The sound was cut off with a knife.
Chu Xisheng's sword speed has slowed down, but the frequency of using extreme moves has begun to increase.
He no longer needs to use high-frequency attacks to suppress Makkre, and has more spare time to accumulate power.
At this time, every time he uttered the word 'kill', a huge blood hole would burst out of Moklie's body.
His hard frame was as fragile as paper, and his body was covered in blood.
Moklie was filled with hatred, why couldn't the other two hundred households under his command help him?
Is Chu Xisheng's sword intention so powerful? It made it difficult for them to move freely even after more than ten breaths.
But at this moment, he saw someone from the corner of his eye.
"Zhuang Quan!" Moklie's pupils opened slightly: "Why don't you come and help me!"
That was Zhuang Quan, the escaped slave leader of Suiyeji.
This person also broke away from Chu Xisheng's sword suppression.
However, he did not come to help Mokre. Instead, he ran away as soon as he regained his mobility.
After Moklie shouted, Zhuang Quan hesitated for a moment and continued to escape outside.
Things are obviously not going well for Makkre.
His Zhuang Quan's combat power is not even one-third of that of the Bronze Crown Hundred Households just now, so rashly intervening will only lead to his own death.
Chu Xisheng took advantage of the hostile murderous intentions of the two thousand people here to raise his Yazhan Sword Intent to an incredible level.
Zhuang Quan even needed nearly ten breaths of time to resist and dispel part of Chu Xisheng's sword intent that penetrated his soul. How could he have the courage to fight him head-on?
"Bitch!" Mokelie's eyes darkened, thinking that these human bastards really couldn't be trusted.
But he has his own way of controlling this person.
"Come back!"
At this moment, an inch-long red line suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the restaurant owner Zhuang Quan, and an abnormal scarlet color appeared in his pupils.
Zhuang Quan flew back involuntarily and struck Chu Xisheng with his sword.
He actually cultivated the Thunder Martial Intent, and with one swing of his sword, he produced rolling thunder and thousands of electric snakes.
It's just that this man's mind was involuntarily, and his consciousness and five senses were unable to accurately identify the direction of Chu Xisheng. The sword struck in the air.
The thousands of thunders wrapped around the sword could only explode and scatter in the void.
"Qiang!"
Chu Xisheng drew the sword with his left hand.
His 'Jade Gui Golden Nail Sword' turned into a bolt of lightning that was hard to reach with the naked eye, directly cutting Zhuang Quan's entire body in half.
This is the ultimate move among the three-phase Heavenly Killing Sword - killing ten thousand with one sword!
It can be used as the starting point for any inherited sword technique of the Wuxiang Shen Sect. The speed of the sword is faster and fiercer than the Wind and Wind Traces, and it is even sharper and unstoppable.
But what Moklie wanted was Zhuang Quan's immediate restraint.
In less than one-thirtieth of a breath, Mokelie had already mobilized the power of his bloodline, and his eyes flashed with scarlet light.
"Lord Rahu!"
At this time, all the giant spirit subordinates under his command also raised their heads and let out a roar.
"Lord Rahu!"
Their facial muscles were twisted, their expressions ferocious, their eyes also flashed with scarlet color, and blood flames burned up and down their bodies.
At this time, Mokelie's energy and vitality increased rapidly, and a layer of blood-red force that was three feet thick was even generated outside his body surface.
With just one glance, Chu Xisheng knew that the other party had used the secret bloodline technique of 'Blood Condensation and Pulse Gathering' to temporarily accumulate the power of the bloodline of his own clan to strengthen himself.
This is the source of the "Secret Technique of the Imperial Way" of their Chinese people.
It's just that the giant spirit clan's blood-coagulating pulses are more domineering, more primitive, violent and fierce.
The blood and pulse gathering of just a few hundred people can increase the combat power of a fourth-level giant spirit.
It's just that this secret technique is too overbearing and will leave them with many troubles after use. Therefore, the giant spirit family will not easily use this secret technique of blood unless they have to.
Chu Xisheng, however, would not let Mo Kelie easily increase his strength. He dodged instantly, stepped in front of the opponent, and slashed into Mo Kelie's eyebrows with a sharp knife.
Three-Phase Heavenly Killing Sword*Three-Phase Divine Slash!
This technique was developed after Qin Muge's ultimate move was integrated into the Three-Phase Heavenly Killing Sword, which gave it a different power.
More sharp, it is difficult to resist gods and ghosts, everything will be destroyed! Nothing will be destroyed!
Before that, Chu Xisheng had already killed Mo Kelie's thoughts of resistance.
His sword broke through the bone armor on Mokele's forehead with force, and cut into his brain.
Just when Chu Xisheng was about to continue to increase his power, he would crush Mo Kelie's brain and soul in one fell swoop.
But he let out a soft sigh, showing a bit of surprise.
This Golden Crown Qianhu of the Mo Luo tribe actually formed thick bone armor in his brain at the last moment, protecting Mo Klie's soul consciousness.
"Jian!"
Mo Kelie's eyes were red as he looked at Chu Xisheng who was hovering in the air at the tip of his nose.
With the help of the blood power of his own clan, he mobilized the charm of heavenly law hidden deep in his bones, and condensed an incomplete law of heavenly law called "Jian", which was used to resist Chu Xisheng's sharp knife.
Gang and the Heaven-Destroying Martial Intent.
"This battle is not over yet, you can't even think of killing me!"
Countless sharp bone spurs suddenly appeared at the tip of Mo Kelie's nose, stabbing Chu Xisheng.
"Yeah?"
Chu Xi chuckled and stepped away for a moment.
Mokre is indeed very powerful now.
His combat power has been raised to the fourth level due to the effect of blood coagulation and pulse gathering.
The problem is that this person's soul and brain have been severely injured by him, his body is scarred, and his vitality is greatly damaged.
How long can this golden-crowned giant spirit survive under his sword?
Chu Xisheng was not even surprised but was happy because he lacked the opportunity to fight with a real master.
The longer Mokre stood, the more he sharpened his sword skills.
And just three breaths later, Chu Xisheng's long knife struck into Mo Kelie's heart again.
Unfortunately, the giant spirit has three hearts, located on the left, right and abdomen, so the injury is not fatal.
At this time, Chu Xisheng did not notice that there was an extra person beside him.
That was none other than Su Feng Dao, the ‘Tian Xia Feng Dao’ who originally went to the Sixth Floor Imperial Palace in Buzhou Mountain.
Looking at Chu Xisheng's swing of the knife, this man couldn't help but have a look of astonishment in his eyes.
In the past two months, Chu Xisheng didn't have much time to practice swordsmanship.
His 'Three-Phase Heavenly Killing Sword' is the result of Su Fengdao's forcible instillation using the method of 'Daigo Shenqi'.
In less than twenty days, Su Fengdao took him north to Mount Buzhou.
Along the way, due to the cabin environment, it was even impossible for Chu Xisheng to practice his sword.
As far as Su Fengdao knew, this guy had been sleeping all the way, dreaming about Spring and Autumn——
Chu Xisheng didn't have time to practice, and it was impossible to form muscle memory. His sword skills were bound to be very unfamiliar.
But at this time, Chu Xisheng's swing of the knife, although not skillful, was very smooth.
All thirty-two sword moves can be used freely and are at your fingertips.
It's like this guy has practiced this set of knives diligently no less than a million times.
This sword technique has clearly established a solid foundation!
This chapter has been completed!