Chapter 130 Hengdao immediately, who dares to fight
The wind on the Dongjiang River also carries the scent of the Bacolama Snow Mountain.
In the wild smell of the Dongjiang River water, a few cold dragon sturgeons quietly surfaced.
On a small boat, a fishing line flew over and penetrated several cold dragon sturgeons at the same time.
On the boat, there were cheers from everyone.
Even on the eve of a war, it is inevitable that some people will look for some fun first, both to sort out their nervous mood and to spice up their boring life these days.
Satisfied, Ling Dongzi untied the three cold dragon sturgeons from the fishing line and handed them to the disciples of the Immortal Kitchen Sect beside him. He casually ordered: "I don't care about the other two, but you have to give me the one with the plum blossoms on it."
Steam it! Add a little shredded ginger at most so that the taste is fresh enough..."
As he was talking, he felt that the monks who were crowding around him, staring at the three cold dragon sturgeons and drooling with him, all had dull eyes and looked behind him with solemn expressions.
Ling Dongzi turned around suddenly, and then... he felt as if his entire eyeballs had exploded.
In the cold wind, the pine forest across the river was slowly torn open from the inside.
A figure they were familiar with but could only look up at, riding a black dragon horse, wearing a mysterious robe and holding a Guan Dao, walked out of the pine forest happily.
When their eyes met, Ling Dongzi's whole body trembled, and he shivered hard.
I originally wanted to wave my hand to issue a warning sign, but for some reason I couldn't lift my arm.
"Chu...Chu...Chu Lingxiao has appeared!" Finally, behind Ling Dongzi, the monk from the Immortal Kitchen Sect raised his head and let out a howl as if in despair.
boom!
The entire sleeping Dongjiang was awakened.
Thousands of runes, countless sword lights, and layers of light and shadow of spells all enveloped Lin Xi.
Lin Xi did not take action, but patted the black dragon horse's neck.
The dragon horse snorted, shook its hooves, and let out a dragon roar.
The surface of the river suddenly turned upside down, and the rolling cold water of the Dongjiang River rose up like a wall of water, and was photographed heavily.
Like glass that has been cleaned with a rag, all the hazy attacks on the river surface have been almost wiped away. The clouds and smoke have dispersed, and the water vapor has filled the air. When you look up, you can already see the blue sky.
Whoosh whoosh!
More than a dozen figures teleported and appeared in front of Lin Xi. They were familiar with each other and looked at Lin Xi warily. Their faces were filled with murderous intent, but their eyes were filled with cowardice.
A stream of sword energy seemed to be connected to the Dongjiang River, and it was rushing towards Linxi.
Looking at this sword energy, Lin Xi's face showed a hint of disdain.
He really disdains it.
After seeing Bai Xuan's sword, and then looking at other sword cultivators, the difference is like an ignorant boy who has experienced mixed-race young models 30,000 times, and then went to a street hair salon for 300 times.
Head girl.
"Dahe Sword Intent... nothing more than that!" Lin Xi raised the Guandao in his hand.
Then cut it off hard.
A heavy sword and a heavy mountain.
Mountains block the Tianhe River.
Lin Xi was already a master of swordsmanship. At this moment, he merged with part of Chu Lingxiao's memory, and when he struck with this sword.
Even if the river collapses and the water is blocked, no matter how endless you are, how vast it is, I will remain unmoved, leaving you helpless.
I recall that when Lin Xi arrived for the first time, the swordsman from the Dahe Sword Sect forced him back into the tide of chaos with a single sword blow.
Looking back now, even Zhao Han, the leader of the Dahe Sword Sect, no longer paid attention to the sword he personally used.
Seeing that the sword he had prepared was cut off so easily, Zhao Han's face was as cold as frost, and the fingers holding the sword turned slightly white because of too much force.
"Chu Lingxiao! You are just relying on your cultivation..." Zhao Han said, still trying to regain some face.
Lin Xi laughed and said: "Trash! Can't you see? My current cultivation level has only returned to the Nascent Soul stage, and I didn't use any force on that knife just now."
When Zhao Han heard this, all the words that came to his lips were immediately blocked.
Then he waved his hand and said coldly: "Form up! Kill him!"
Since you only have Nascent Soul cultivation...that's good!
It just so happened that I ended up killing this guy, so I wouldn't have to worry about long nights and dreams.
"Haha! Well done!" Lin Xi rode up on his horse and waved his long knife.
Although Guandao is not very easy to use, with Chu Lingxiao's body memory and absorbed soul memory, plus Lin Xi himself, he is also a good user with a knife.
With the blade waving, he was slashing vertically and horizontally, but there was no one able to unite.
No matter whether you are a golden elixir, a nascent soul, or a primordial spirit, you will either be injured or killed with one strike.
Those improvised sword formations and talisman formations were even more vulnerable to Lin Xi's knife edge.
Although Lin Xi's cultivation level is only Nascent Soul.
But his physical body is a real body that can survive the tribulation.
The strength of his physical body alone is enough to rival most of the Yuanshen monks.
What's more, Lin Xi can also cheat, quietly burning negative emotions, and causing the evil spirits in the world to gather around him for his use.
This is equivalent to Lin Xi providing himself with strong endurance. For ordinary Yuanying, he can only use his ultimate move once or twice, but Lin Xi can use it continuously without any pause.
Herod!
The dragon horse's mane was flying, and its black scales shone with light under the refraction of the water waves.
The ozeki sword fell as heavy as a mountain, chopping like the Milky Way falling from the sky, chopping and sprinting to pieces.
At the same time, a fierce aura rose like fire.
All monks with keen spiritual senses can feel that 'Chu Lingxiao' at this moment is like a pile of dry firewood drizzled with strong oil.
When the battle reached its peak of madness, Lin Xi raised his head and roared, his long hair flying, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder in the sky.
"Mr. Chu is here, who dares to come and take my head and make a name for himself?" On the red river, Lin Xi tightened his reins and dragged his sword on the water. The originally black Xuanpao had been dyed scarlet.
Bloody clothes.
That was all the blood of the monks who died under his sword.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Lin Xi could feel the negative emotions called 'fear', 'despair' and 'hatred' gathering from all directions.
And among them, there was some inexplicable "worship" mixed in, which made Lin Xi feel uncomfortable.
One grain of mouse droppings spoils the whole pot of porridge.
Lin Xi called out three times, but no one answered.
Even Zhao Han, who had exchanged a move with Lin Xi before, retreated behind the sword formation and looked at Lin Xi from a distance with cold eyes, but did not dare to step forward.
"Ha! They are all cowardless bandits. I, the heroic Chu Lingxiao, was forced to be in this situation by a rat like you. I am really ashamed." Lin Xi continued to mock.
However, all the more powerful monks agreed that he had a residual health buff and would not be rampant for long, and they were unwilling to confront him head-on.
The three great tribulation masters who had been agreed upon before seemed to have forgotten their missions at this moment.
Pretend to be deaf and mute and don't take action.
Grand masters of overcoming tribulations are very strong, but their strength is often used to bully those who are far inferior to them.
Facing existences of the same level, they have enough patience, vigilance and caution.
Because of one carelessness, it may lead to uncontrollable consequences and situations.
Just like Chu Lingxiao in front of me, the once Black Emperor was so noble, but now he is surrounded here, looking crazy.
If a tiger breaks its claws, it will be chased and abused by wild dogs.
At this moment, no one on the 'Kill Chu Alliance' side thinks that Chu Lingxiao is still alive.
What if the final madness of a master who has overcome tribulations can be fulfilled?
Talking about a thousand years, a hundred years later, on the Dongjiang River today, who is heroic and brave, who is timid and retreats, who will remember?