After the Sword God killed the Sword Immortal, didn't Ximen Chuixue reach the peak of his life? Why did he become like this?
Is it true that being bald can make you stronger?
Russell looked confused, but then he thought about it, why can't the Sword God lose his head?
The jade trees facing the wind and the majestic weapons are the subjective imagination people impose on Ximen Chuixue. They imagine that his swordsmanship is the best in the world, and his appearance and magnanimity are also the perfect idol among men.
It's a pity that the Sword God is also a human being. As a human being, he cannot avoid eating, drinking, diarrhea, birth, old age, illness and death. In reality, the Sword God not only burps, farts, and swears, but he is also a middle-aged Mediterranean person.
This is not difficult to understand...
Ximen Chuixue is crazy about swords. He abandons his wife to pursue Taoism and is ruthless. He stays up late every night to practice swordsmanship. He is like a killer among writers who stays up late to code. It is reasonable and logical to go bald in middle age.
With this thought in his mind, Russell suddenly realized that it was really inappropriate for a sword god of a generation to lose his hair for the sake of Tao, and for someone who was so inexperienced to still dislike him in every possible way.
Thinking of this and looking at the crooked melons and cracked dates below, he was very murderous and these people deserved to be killed.
It's not because he failed to show off, but because Ximen Chuixue put life and death aside for the sake of kendo, and even gave up his hair follicles. What right do these people have to laugh at him!
That's right, that's it, it's definitely not killing people and silencing them!
"Over there in the Mediterranean, stop pretending to be Ximen Chuixue in the middle of the night. Which team are you in?"
"I'm not pretending, people are just sucking the door and blowing the hole, but we misunderstood."
"Oh, according to you, is it the Legend of Lu Xiaoxiao?"
"It's just like him, he's just looking at people's cracks."
"Hahaha, you are so naughty!"
"..."
The Samsaras laughed as hard as they could, completely ignoring Russell. Mediterranean, who calls himself the Sword God, is a funny character no matter how you look at it. Besides, they have the advantage in numbers, 18 VS 1, and there are two A-level Samsaras.
Captain, even if the sword god really comes in person, he will still be pressed to the ground and rubbed.
Amidst the laughter and scolding, only the two captains looked stern. Their strength was a level higher than that of the other reincarnations, and they could clearly sense the vague and non-existent sword intent.
Throat, heart, spine, brain...
Every fatal part of his body was entangled by the sword energy. The slightest movement would be like a violent storm of sword energy. He could not dodge or avoid it. Everything he could see was covered by the sword energy.
Sen Han's death wish made the two of them breathless. They suppressed the feeling of almost vomiting, looked at each other and reached a cooperation agreement again.
Not counting on his teammates who were not aware of their desperate situation, the thin man closed his eyes, then suddenly opened his right eye at Russell. In the blood-colored pupils, three magatama spun around to form a windmill.
"Wind Dragon!!"
The thin man shouted loudly, Fenglong understood it and immediately shouted loudly.
I could see the blood vessels in his neck bulging, the muscles all over his body expanding and stretching out his coat, and a blue divine dragon tattooed on his back automatically swimming to his right arm without wind.
The hurricane stirred up the wind and knocked people off their feet. Except for the emaciated man, all the other reincarnations who were still laughing were blown away by the storm.
"drink!"
Feng Long roared again, waved his right fist, and punched Russell through the air.
The violent wind roared, and the violent tornado transformed into a ferocious dragon shape, baring its teeth and claws in mid-air. It was devastating, and wherever the strong wind swept, all obstacles and barriers were torn into pieces.
"Amaterasu!!"
The emaciated man's right eye was dripping with blood, and black flames shot out from the pupil. The target was not Russell but the dragon transformed by the strong wind.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind!
The black flames combined with the storm. Although the figure of the dragon burning with blazing black flames did not change, its momentum definitely increased several times. The heat wave shot straight into the sky, evaporating the clouds that had been previously cut off by the sword energy, and more and more people were on the ground.
It is a dry place like purgatory.
boom!!!
The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and destroyed Russell's position. The hurricane crushed it, and the black flames burned it. In just the blink of an eye, the warehouse that was a hundred meters long was razed to the ground.
After a successful blow, the wind dragon did not dare to be careless at all. He raised his right hands together and the huge black dragon roared into the sky.
"Missed, where is he?"
Fenglong's eyes were wide open, and the burden of controlling the strong wind attached to Amaterasu was extremely heavy. The pain of his meridians being torn apart made him feel like he was undergoing torture every second.
"Don't rush me, I'm looking for..."
The thin man was also sweating profusely, and his Sharingan rotated at high speed, catching Russell's figure everywhere.
Seeing this, no matter how stupid the Samsaras were, they knew what was going on. Mediterranean was not a funny character, but a real swordsman, so powerful that their captain had to join forces to fight against him.
Thinking of all the attempts to commit suicide before, a group of people turned pale with fright. They hugged each other regardless of whether they were teammates or not.
More people don't necessarily mean more power, but they can definitely bring peace of mind.
Clang!!!
The crisp and melodious sound of the sword sounded, and the lingering sound lingered in the ears, leaving endless aftertaste, making people intoxicated and reluctant to wake up.
Russell held a straight knife in one hand and walked past the four reincarnators, strolling leisurely. It seemed as slow as walking, but in fact he was moving extremely fast. After he left, the four of them fell to the ground with blood spurting from their bodies and died.
Ximen Chuixue's sword is not gorgeous. When he reaches this level, he no longer sticks to the meaning of the moves. He simplifies the complex and uses only one sword to kill a person.
The reason why his sword was called superb was because of fear. Everyone who saw him use the sword died.
Russell questioned this. Did those people really see Ximen Chuixue draw his sword?
Not necessarily, I'm afraid they didn't even see when Ximen Chuixue drew his sword!
Russell transformed into the God of Death and killed them with one step. The reincarnators were unable to move under the sword's will. They could do nothing but close their eyes and wait for death. In just two breaths, 10 people were killed at the neck.
The level of the sparring partner was too low, and Russell was very dissatisfied. He even suspected that it would be easier for Ximen Chuixue to kill chickens than to kill them. How could he feel any sense of this kind of battle!
Just when he stopped, the wind dragon found him under the guidance of the thin man. He turned around and punched the ground. The fire dragon in mid-air was pulled, circled and swooped down.
"Die to me!!"
The dragon's head roared in the wind, and the giant beast fell from the sky, majestic and extremely violent!
Russell did not dodge or dodge, he frowned slightly to comprehend the sword's technique, then he aimed at the falling black dragon and stabbed out slowly.
It's unremarkable, just like the old man practicing his health-preserving sword in the park.
Click! Click! Click!
There were cracks all over the surface of the straight knife, and it was broken inch by inch. When Russell stabbed it completely, the entire blade was completely shattered, leaving only the handle still in the palm of his hand.
Rumble————
The black dragon fell, and its body sank into the ground from head to tail. After a brief silence, a powerful shock wave swept out in all directions with this place as the center.
There was no roaring explosion, but the terrifying power carried by the black dragon poured into the ground, directly tearing the surface apart and crushing it. Spider-web-like cracks suddenly spread out, and the raised dust shook the circle and continued to expand. A hurricane filled the sky, making everyone in the field unable to stand and balance.
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Fenglong climbed up from the ruins, looked into the dust-filled depths, and swallowed: "What a powerful guy. When did such a number one figure appear in the Lord God Space, but he is dead after all."
The thin man pushed away the bricks and stones on his body, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said in confusion: "No, Amaterasu's black flames burn everything, but it didn't take effect just now!"
After the words fell, Feng Long's heart skipped a beat. Thinking back to the scene just now, he realized that the violent wind he controlled also lost control at the last moment.
When the two of them were in panic, there was a faint sound of sword energy, and all the dust that filled the surroundings fell to the ground, revealing an unharmed Russell in the middle of the field.
Within three feet of his feet, the ground was safe and sound, but three feet away it was torn apart by strong winds, creating a huge deep pit.
"Gudu!"
Feng Long and the thin man swallowed their saliva together, their minds blank and they didn't know how to evaluate, and they kept echoing one question.
Can this also be called swordsmanship?
Russell was still sensing the way of the sword, and the expiration date of the character card had expired. He did not skimp on the wealth value, and did not stop even if the points dropped rapidly.
"Wind Dragon, do it again. His sword has been broken. I don't believe he can still use the sword move just now." The thin man gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of medicine from the ring, unscrewed the cap and drank it all.
Go in.
Feng Long nodded with a serious look on his face. Neither of them could compete alone. Only by joining forces again could they survive.
At this moment, Russell, whose sword was broken by the two men, held the handle of the sword and waved it diagonally, and an orchid condensed with sword energy slowly bloomed.
In an instant, sword light flashed across the sky!
The sky and the earth were filled with sword energy, and the boundless sword energy seemed to fall from the sky, washing away the entire place like a heavy rain.
The Slender Man and Feng Long were shocked and took out defensive items to protect themselves. Except for them, the remaining reincarnations all bleeded and fell to the ground the moment the sword energy came.
The sword energy spans 30,000 miles, and the sword energy condenses into an entity, turning into a giant sword shadow that shoots straight into the sky!
The thin man and the wind dragon struggled hard, but in the end the defensive props were torn apart by the sword energy. Their flesh and blood bodies were torn into pieces, and they died on the spot.
The sword energy dissipated, and Russell dropped the hilt in his hand. Mortal weapons could not withstand the sword spirit of the sword god, but after all, he, the user, did not understand enough. If it were replaced by the real Ximen Chuixue, this straight blade would definitely be preserved intact.
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"System, stop Ximen..."
Halfway through his thoughts, Russell looked at the emaciated man in surprise. He was squatting on the ground, covering his right eye and gasping for breath. The three magatama in his left eye spun around into a black windmill.