As the words fell, the next moment, a young man in white clothes was seen floating down from the air, standing in the middle of the field with his feet a little bit.
After looking around, his eyes were filled with extreme sadness. From beginning to end, he never raised his head or glanced at Kun Ju.
"benefactor?!"
Noticing Li Xuan's arrival, the demon prince looked shocked, with a complicated meaning in his eyes.
Because he has found out that Li Xuan at the moment clearly only has a cultivation level around the realm of divine movement, and there is no spiritual power leakage or fluctuation in his body, which proves that:
Today, Li Xuan is still just a cultivator of the Divine Movement Realm.
But what role can a cultivator in the realm of divine movement play at this time?
As everyone knows, after the Dantian collapsed, Li Xuan, who used Hetu Luoshu as his elixir to practice again, wanted to hide his own strength. No one in the world could detect it.
Therefore, after repeated investigations to confirm Li Xuan's cultivation level, the hope in the eyes of the demon prince and the clan members behind him gradually disappeared.
Looking at the piles of corpses of ferocious beasts in the field, Li Xuan took a deep breath, turned around, and kowtowed solemnly to the demon prince:
"I'm sorry, I'm late... all the disasters in the beast forest were caused by me."
Until now, Li Xuan had never thought that the demon clan in the northwest beast forest would be reduced to such a situation that they were about to be exterminated because of his enlightenment of the ancient tree.
However, Li Xuan was unable to catch up with the speed of the iron hammer that burned his life force earlier.
Looking back and forth at the devastated scene, an extreme feeling of regret and grief lingered in Li Xuan's heart. He did not foresee that the demon clan would destroy the entire northwest beast forest because of its promise to him.
Watching Li Xuan knocking down in front of him, the body of the pale-faced demon clan prince trembled violently. After drying the tears in his eyes, he quickly helped the young man in front of him and said with a trembling smile:
"If it weren't for my benefactor, my father and my clan would be buried in the poisonous miasma right now..."
Facing a certain death situation, the demon prince had no intention of dwelling on his guilt. Even if the war did not start because of Li Xuan, the northwest beast forest would sooner or later become the target of the alien race.
Staring at the red eyes of the demon prince, Li Xuan took a deep breath, forcibly calmed his mind, and asked softly tentatively:
"Where are Xiao Chenyu and Yu Changge?"
As the words fell, the demon prince sighed heavily, looked at the broken arm and body in the field, and said nothing.
Seeing this action, Li Xuan's body shook briefly, and he immediately understood, nodded slightly, and said:
"From today on, I will definitely lead the Divine Grace Demon Clan to a new life..."
After the demon clan prince heard this, he was shocked. He suddenly remembered the words of his father before he died heroically:
"At the most critical moment for the demon clan, a cultivator will come to save us from danger, and this person is Li Xuan..."
After a slow pause, the demon prince quickly spoke to persuade:
"Benefactor, you must know that these aliens in front of you are all in the realm of divine martial arts..."
After hearing this, Li Xuan just patted the demon prince's shoulder gently and said firmly:
"Don't worry, leave them to me to solve."
After finishing speaking, Li Xuan finally turned around to face Kun Ju. His eyes were like lightning. Wherever he glanced, Kun Ju felt numb subconsciously.
At that moment, Li Xuan's heart was filled with soaring murderous intent, as if it was about to burst out of his body.
The foreign cultivators in the field had never made any move. It was just because from the first moment Li Xuan arrived, Kun Ju raised a silent gesture.
At that moment, after repeated inspections and confirmation of Li Xuan's cultivation, Mo Han finally couldn't control the doubts in his heart and took a step forward and said:
"The ants in the divine realm are still showing off here. If you see the gods, come over and kneel down and kowtow eight hundred times, I will spare your life!"
As Mo Han's words fell, Li Xuan looked at the people in front of him with cold eyes, sneered slightly, and said jokingly:
"Mo Han, I never thought that you, an old dog, would be willing to follow a foreign race now."
As the second ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, Mo Han naturally knew about Li Xuan in his previous life. After hearing the person in front of him say his name, Mo Han's heart froze, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he subconsciously shouted:
"Who the hell are you!?"
Li Xuan shook his head, grabbed the air with his right hand, and heard a "whoosh" sound, and a long sword that fell on the ground appeared in his palm. Then, Li Xuan gently traced the sword body with his fingers,
He said calmly to Mo Han:
"The person who killed you..."
Boom~
As the words fell, a desolate and murderous atmosphere spread from Li Xuan's body, sweeping in all directions. This violent murderous intention made Mo Han couldn't help but shudder.
At this moment, the doubts in Mo Han's heart were even greater than the anger: This murderous intention and sword heart are obviously not something that a cultivator in the divine movement realm can possess, but among the entire divine grace, except for Hao Wujiang and Nan Xiangyan, who can have it?
With such a level of cultivation? He couldn't be that inconsistent Waiting for the Wind Sword?
Mo Han shook his head and stopped the ridiculous thoughts in his mind. After Fengjian had disappeared for three years, Piaoyujian Li Xuan's realm was far from reaching this level.
Carefully checking the fluctuations in Li Xuan's body, Mo Han finally felt a sense of safety in his heart. He subconsciously felt that the young man in front of him was bluffing. Then, he shouted loudly at Li Xuan with a stern expression.
:
"Bold maniac, do you know the consequences of disobeying our God Clan?"
After saying this, Mo Han was about to attack, but at that moment, Kun Ju suddenly stretched out his hand to block Mo Han's movement.
Because since Li Xuan arrived at the scene, his eyelids twitched violently, and immediately, there was an extreme sense of uneasiness in his heart.
After repeated inspections, he was convinced that the young man in front of him was clearly in the realm of divine movement, but the sense of crisis coming from his soul made him feel that things were not that simple.
Kun Ju frowned: How long has it been since I had such an extreme sense of crisis?
After seeing this, Li Xuan sneered with a frosty face:
"Since when did the Hehuan Sect become such a coward? Mo Han, if you listen to your master so much, it matches your dog's character."
"Little brat, you've gone too far to bully others. If I don't let you kneel down and kowtow eight hundred times today, I won't be a member of the Gods!"
As he exhaled, Mo Han's body suddenly turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Li Xuan. The hurricane of spiritual power that passed by clearly demonstrated his cultivation in the first level of divine martial arts.
Immediately afterwards, as Mo Han roared violently, countless clones of Mo Han suddenly appeared in the air, seemingly real and illusory. Each one raised the treasure in their hands and launched an offensive at Li Xuan at the same time.
Time filled the sky with black light, and countless light and shadows shot down towards Li Xuan.
"Be careful!"
Feeling the domineering power of Mo Han's offensive, the demon prince couldn't help but exclaimed in worry. At this moment, some demon clan members even covered their eyes with their hands, because they didn't want to watch Li Xuan fall.
, they prayed silently in their hearts.
Iron Hammer, who lost his mobility, stared at Li Xuan's movements, his eyes full of hope.
There was a hint of viciousness in Kun Ju's eyes, but he did not stop Mo Han's attack again.
He has always been a cautious person: in this case, he used Mo Han to test his guess about the young man.
Li Xuan stared coldly at the countless phantoms of Mo Han in the sky. There was a touch of contempt in his eyes, and he slowly shook his head and said:
"You are too weak..."
As his words fell, all the foreign cultivators, including Kun Ju, were shocked:
Faced with such an overwhelming offensive, the young man in front of him could still speak calmly?
Ding~
The next moment, Li Xuan swung the long sword in his hand, emitting a series of explosive sounds, like thunder bursting out from the sky, as if the spiritual power between heaven and earth had gathered on the tip of Li Xuan's sword at that moment. Then, Li Xuan seemed to be just floating lightly.
The single blow resonated with heaven and earth. In Kun Cur's eyes, Li Xuan and the sword in his hand had become one.
"Heaven and man are one!"
Kun Ju subconsciously shouted loudly, this is the realm of swordsmanship that only top sword cultivators can comprehend.
What is the origin of this young man in front of me?!
Kun Ju was shocked, and he had already realized: the young man in front of him was a top master!
What shocked him even more was that Li Xuan's bones clearly looked like he was less than twenty years old. Although many accomplished cultivators could maintain good looks, few of them could maintain a youthful appearance. It was just that
Because, when they were young, they did not have the ability to retain their appearance.
Is it possible that this young man is the descendant of some holy lord? Otherwise, how could he be able to comprehend the heart of the sword at such an age, and also possess a spiritual treasure that can hide the fluctuations in his own cultivation?
During the whole process, Li Xuan only fired one sword, and the sword energy swept across the sky, making clanging sounds of collisions.
For a moment, a monstrous hurricane was set off out of thin air in the field, and the boundless sword energy instantly blew away the black mist in the sky.
But Mo Han only blocked two moves and then fell helplessly from the air.
A wound with sword energy appeared on his chest, dripping with blood and flesh. As his body fell, Mo Han turned pale, sprayed three mouthfuls of black blood, and shouted in fear: "Shenwu realm? And it's high level.
Level?!"
Li Xuan didn't say anything. The next moment, he rushed to Mo Han like a strong wind, and in a voice that only two people could hear, he whispered:
"Three feet of rain-swept sword, mountains and rivers of military uniform."
Now that Li Xuan has been rebuilt, he feels as if he can merge with the world and the world with every movement and thought. With just a flick of his hand, the extremely compressed sword energy makes the air riot, murderous intent sweeps across, and the magnificent sword light carries a wave of
The meaning of judging life and death directly pierced Mo Han, who was out of strength.
"Who are you!?!"
Mo Han was really in danger of dying at this moment. He was familiar with this sword move, and he immediately realized who he was facing.
Piaoyu Sword——Li Xuan!
But when did Piao Yujian have such a level of cultivation?!
"stop!"
Kun Ju had already noticed something was wrong, but before he opened his mouth to shout, it was too late. He saw the sword light dissipate, and Mo Han in the sky was covered in blood.
His face was filled with a deep look of despair. As he fell from the sky, his entire body slowly split into thousands of pieces of flesh, and black blood scattered in a profusion.
This incident shocked Kun Ju and his expression changed drastically. He had already confirmed in his mind that Li Xuan was the heir of the Holy Lord!
You know, it is rumored that the descendants of the Holy Lord are protected by masters of the Heavenly Realm who follow them.
As soon as he thought this, Kun Ju immediately became cautious. If there was really a master of the Heavenly Realm lurking in the secret, then he and his whole group would definitely die.
At that moment, Kun Ju wanted to curse loudly: Since when did the Wuji Xiu Zhen Kingdom become involved with a figure at the level of a Holy Lord?
Kun cursed fiercely in his mind, and under the pressure of death, the words he connected were all respectful:
"The Divine Clan Kunshu has no intention of offending the Holy Son, please forgive me."
While he was speaking, his eyes kept darting from side to side, showing a nervous look on his face.
After Li Xuan heard this, the long sword in his right hand shook, and the figure who lit the Kun curse in the distance sneered and said:
"You can't beat me, so you start begging for mercy?"
(Four thousand words can be regarded as one chapter, and I will add another four thousand words tomorrow.)