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 and drooling at the three cold dragon sturgeons 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 appears!" 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 magic light and shadow 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 over, and the rolling cold water of the Dongjiang River rose up like a wall of water, and was photographed heavily.
Like glass that had been cleaned with a rag, all the hazy attacks on the river were almost wiped away. The clouds and smoke dispersed, and the water vapor filled the air. When you raised your head, you could 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 formed a formation. They looked at Lin Xi warily, with murderous intent on their faces but cowardice in their eyes.
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 revealed a hint of disdain.
He was really disdainful.
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 before going to a street hair salon for 300 times. The first 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 some of Chu Lingxiao's memories, and when he struck with this sword.
It means that the river collapses and the water is blocked, no matter how endless it is, how vast it is. I 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 stroke.
Looking back now, even Zhao Han, the leader of Dahe Sword Sect, no longer paid attention to the sword he used personally.
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 a formation! Kill him!"
Since you only have Nascent Soul cultivation...that's great!
It just so happened that I ended up with 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 good at using a knife.
With the blade swung, it moved vertically and horizontally, but there was no single general.
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.
Although Lin Xi's cultivation level is only Nascent Soul.
But his physical body is actually a physical body that can survive the tribulation.
The physical strength alone is enough to rival most of the Yuanshen monks.
What's more, Lin Xi can also cheat, quietly burning negative emotions, and attracting 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 the entire situation 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, which was originally black. Bloody clothes that have been stained scarlet.
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' coming from all directions.
And among them, there was some inexplicable "worship" mixed in, which made Lin Xi feel uncomfortable.
One speck of mouse droppings spoils the whole pot of porridge.
Lin Xi called out three times in a row, but no one answered.
Even Zhao Han, who had fought 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 laughed sarcastically.
However, all the more powerful monks agreed that he had activated the residual health BUFF and would not be rampant for long, so they were unwilling to confront him head-on.
The three great masters who had already agreed to transcend the tribulation 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.
They have enough patience, vigilance and caution when facing existences of the same level.
Because of one carelessness, it may lead to uncontrollable consequences and situations.
Just like Chu Lingxiao in front of him, the once noble Night Emperor was now surrounded here, looking like 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 transcended tribulations can be fulfilled?
A thousand years later, a hundred years later, on the Dongjiang River today, who is heroic and brave, and who is timid and retreats? Who will remember?
Only those who are alive have everything.
Dead, once and for all.
