Chapter 5 Let’s Look at the Present

Lin Xiu's hand holding the gun made a creaking sound, and a spear spun out from the tip of the gun. The moment he finished speaking, it was already hitting the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord in the face!

clang!

The Shura Knife raised the tip of the spear, hoping that Lin Xiu would return in vain.

Unexpectedly, in just a blink of an eye, the tip of the spear mysteriously circled the blade and pierced his arm.

One of the two is a top demon lord, and the other is a monk in the title realm. Their speed is so fast that even the afterimages become blurred.

The tip of the spear and the Shura sword can collide hundreds of times in one breath.

The spear and the Shura sword collided together again, and then knocked away from each other.

"Second breath." Lin Xiu's calm voice sounded in the Qiangqi Demon Lord's ears at the right time.

He took full advantage of the long weapon. He first poked the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord's right eye with the spear, then twisted the gun body and danced the spear into a tornado.

It's a real tornado.

A tornado composed of strong wind rose up at the right time, as cold as a knife, and attached to the tip of the spear.

This has turned from offensive to killing.

Although Qiangqi Demon Lord is far less powerful than Lin Xiu, in any case, he is on the same level as Lin Xiu in terms of realm, and he still has the eye for danger.

In an instant of shock, he reacted quickly and counterattacked frantically, trying his best to avoid and resist.

At this moment, the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord's skin, which looked like black armor, gradually revealed a dark purple color.

The divine and demonic bodies are fully displayed.

The space around his body had a faint tendency to collapse.

This is caused by the body of the Qiang Riding Demon Lord compressing the space, which can crush everything.

This is enough to prove how powerful the demons at the top demon level are when they use their divine and demonic bodies.

However, Lin Xiu is not one to be underestimated.

He is a monk in Zhongwu Territory and the master of Dao Sect.

Lin Xiu mobilized his magic power with all his strength, and his cultivation was already pushed to the extreme at this time.

The strong wind stirred, and the spear tip bloomed with light, sweeping across the world. The infinite fighting spirit enveloped the world, and the killing intention was overwhelming, and it smashed towards the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord.

It's everywhere, everywhere, there's no way to avoid it.

Puff puff! Puff puff!

During this process, the bodies of the besieged demon cultivators exploded one after another.

Even if their divine and demonic bodies are very powerful, even if they are just "touched" by the aftermath, they still have no room for resistance. They will explode immediately and turn into a ball of blood mist, destroying their minds and hearts.

This is not an opponent on the same level at all.

Clear the place in an instant.

At that moment, within the area where the spear reached, there were no other living beings except the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord, and all the demon cultivators who came around turned into powder.

Qiangqi Demon Lord was shocked.

It is clear that they are at the same level in terms of cultivation level, but the gap is so huge that it makes people despair.

Buzz!

With the blessing of the god and demon body, the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord tried his best to block it. He raised the Shura knife high and pulled out a line of bloody light like a horse, blocking it in front of the big spear.

But all his efforts were in vain. Lin Xiu took action in an extremely domineering manner, instantly shaking the bloody light into a blood mist. It even shattered the bones of Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord's wrist holding the sword.

But it's not over yet.

The hair on Qiangqi Demon Lord's whole body stood up, his body was tense, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Celestial Dragon!" He shouted angrily, activating the talent of Asura's bloodline with all his strength.

Between heaven and earth, an extremely huge figure appeared and condensed behind the already burly body of the Qiangqi Demon Lord.

It was the spirit and spirit of a heavenly dragon, manifesting itself.

What is ultimate power?

Qiangqi Demon Lord's current cultivation level is enough to bless himself with the power of a heavenly dragon.

This is ultimate power.

But he was still a step slower.

Poof!

Like a dragon raising its head.

Lin Xiu's true forbidden killer move appeared and launched a decisive attack.

The luster on the silver spear is like flowing autumn water, the shadow of the spear is like a broken silver vase, the strong wind is like a tornado, and the exquisite moves are like an antelope hanging its horns, completely natural.

No one could see clearly, and no one could understand that the spear stabbed the Qiangqi Demon Lord through the air.

Qiangqi Demon Lord's gradually purple body of gods and demons was like a thin layer of paper, completely vulnerable to a blow.

"Third breath!"

Lin Xiu pulled out his spear and brought out a stream of blood from the Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord, his face expressionless.

That spear was filled with green energy at the moment, as if it was joyful, humming, or jumping for joy.

A spear named.

Happy meeting.

Rejoice at the sight of blood.

"Ah, don't let him go!" Qiangqi Demon Lord screamed, his eyes widened, he gave the last command before his death, and then died on the spot.

Lin Xiu mentioned the green Qiang Huan, looked at the demon cultivator who was surrounding him in hesitation, and said with a calm smile: "You guys can't stop me if you surround me like this."

At least one top strong man must take the lead to restrain him, and then drag him into the center of the military formation. Only that situation can be called a siege.

However, the total time from the time he took action to the end of the battle did not exceed twenty breaths. The Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord was not in the center of the military formation, but at the head of a million-strong demon army.

Under such circumstances, it is still far from forming a siege.

Lin Xiu looked around at the endless demon army that was like a tide. He suddenly held Xiang Jian Huan with both hands and thrust it down, as if he were treating the void as the earth, and then inserted the gun head into the earth.

A powerful ripple centered around the point where the gun tip landed, followed by hundreds of tornadoes rising out of the air, completely submerging Lin Xiu's figure, and then sweeping around.

Amid the tornado, Lin Xiuyun's gentle voice came, "I, Lin Xiu, will kill one of your generals today and bury 30,000 demon cultivators with them!"

Lin Xiu didn't say who they were, but everyone knew who they were.

Tornadoes were everywhere and winds came from all directions. One after another, the demon cultivators were knocked down and fell from the sky without making any sound.

Crash.

The sound was like the spring breeze turning the pages of a book.

Later history says that in the spring of the twenty-seventh year of Tianyuan, the Asura tribe massacred thirty-one Guanglingguan cities and more than 100,000 monks. Hou Linxiu single-handedly killed the Asura tribe general Qiang Cavalry Demon Lord, and the three demon cultivators There is more than enough to repay the favor.

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The snow was falling continuously, and the north wind was like a knife, blowing the snowflakes flying and making people's faces hurt.

Everywhere is covered in silver and a vast expanse of white.

With such weather and heavy snow, it is very rare for even wild animals to be seen, let alone pedestrians.

Xia Daoyun, who was once again dressed in green clothes, was walking on foot in the snow. She didn't use her cultivation skills, so one foot was deep and the other was shallow.

With every step, the snow covered my calves, making a crunching sound.

This was the first month since she left Chang'an and followed Li Qiubei's path.

Although she has not practiced cultivation and is not wielding a sword, Xia Daoyun is already a monk who has reached the pinnacle of the human world, so every step she takes seems to be ordinary and unhurried. In fact, But they can often span extremely long distances, as if they were shrinking into inches.

Without deliberately mobilizing her energy to protect her body, the snow fell into her hair and even into her neck, causing a chill to hit her.

Fortunately, for a monk of her level, the cold and heat have long been invulnerable.

On the way, she met a farmer's family.

There is only one old woman left behind in the farmhouse. Her wife died of illness two years ago, so she is all alone.

She saw Xia Daoyun walking alone on the snowy road at the door.

The enthusiastic old man immediately called her over, pulled her into the room, made her a cup of ginger tea to get rid of the cold, and kept her overnight until the snow lightened up before leaving.

When we set off again the next day, the snow was indeed much lighter.

Xia Daoyun declined the old man's offer to stay and was ready to hit the road again.

Seeing that Xia Daoyun had no intention of leaving, the old man thought for a while and finally dug out a large bamboo hat and raincoat from home to protect against snow. He said that it was left by his deceased wife. When he was young, he would brave the wind and snow. Go hunting in the mountains.

Xia Daoyun did not refuse the old man's kindness anymore, so he put on a bamboo hat and a raincoat.

Finally, relying on a pair of feet, she climbed to the highest snow peak in the area.

The surrounding tree trunks were already bare and covered with ice.

Xia Daoyun stood in front of a cliff, facing the cold wind, and the raincoat on his body was blown away.

From a high position, everything you look at is a desolate scene, and you can't see any vitality.

In silence, Xia Daoyun's eyes slowly moved to the right.

There is a cliff.

It's just that on the cliff, for some reason, there are many mottled marks that appear inexplicably, three-thirds of the way into the wall. They don't look like they were formed by weathering, but more like they were carved by swords.

Xia Daoyun's eyes wandered among the mottled marks, and he was already fascinated before he knew it.

After a long time, she came back to her senses and her eyes fell on the top of the cliff.

There, there is a line of large characters engraved on it.

"Silver snakes are dancing in the mountains, and wax figures are riding in the mountains. They want to compete with the gods."

Xia Daoyun pursed her lips slightly, revealing a faint smile unconsciously.

So, even though he looked at such a desolate scene, was this what Senior Li was thinking at that time?

It's really passionate.

she thought.

In the silence with only the sound of wind and snow, Xia Daoyun's soul was completely immersed, as if he saw the scene of the romantic man carving words on the cliff during the Chang'an period.

Then, with a loud sound, the sword that had been carved on the cliff was unsheathed, and after thousands of years, the sword fell on this cliff again.

After standing at the top of the mountain for a while, Xia Daoyun set off again, walking down the other side of the snow-capped mountain and heading south.

There, it is no longer a snowy land, but a vast grassland.

The clear shadow has gone, and the mountain top is empty again.

But on the cliff, there is a line of sharp and cold characters.

"If you count the famous people, you still have to look at the present day."