Chapter 268 It's Yours

c_t;Seeing Yan Xiruo, Luo Xiu understood that this group of people in white clothes should be from Baixing Valley.

Because he remembered that Yan Xiruo was a disciple of Baixing Valley.

"Clang!"

At this moment, Yan Xiruo's master Bai Huilian appeared beside her and took off the sword she was carrying on her back.

"This is a mid-grade earth-level sword. I hope you three can let us go."

Bai Huilian threw the sword to the two mid-stage martial kings on the opposite side.

"Master..."

Yan Xiruo was about to say something, but was glared at by Bai Huilian, and this sword was given to her by Luo Xiu.

"Is the sword important, or the lives of the people in Baixing Valley more important?"

Yan Xiruo understood what her master meant. She didn't care about the sword itself, but because this sword was given by Luo Xiu.

"Master, even if we give them the sword, these people may not let us go." Yan Xiruo gritted her teeth and said.

The black-robed man who was standing not far away with his arms folded across his chest and not taking action suddenly laughed when he heard this, "This little girl is right. I, Situ Xiong, don't even take a mere earth-level mid-grade war sword seriously."

While speaking, Situ Xiong raised his hand and pointed at Yan Xiruo, "Where is Baixinggu from? I have never heard of this small sect, but as long as you leave this woman behind, I, Situ Xiong, will let the others go."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Xiruo's pretty face suddenly turned white. The other party's eyes were like those of a wolf. It was obvious that he wanted to leave her behind with bad intentions.

The leader of Baixinggu was Bai Huilian. When she heard the name Situ Xiong, her face changed instantly. She thought to herself, "Oh no, how could I meet this person?"

In the Hengyun Mountains, Situ Xiong was a well-known demon who practiced the magic of taking Yin to replenish Yang. All the women who had been taken by him had a miserable end. Moreover, this demon liked beautiful women, and it was probably because he was attracted by Yan Xiruo's beauty.

"Senior Situ, she is the disciple that our Baixing Valley is going to send to Yunhai Holy Land. Please spare her." Bai Huilian said humbly and politely.

As a martial king, he is a great master in the state of Tianwu State where Baixing Valley is located, but in the Hengyun Mountains, he is nothing.

Situ Xiong is a martial king-level old monster. Just two of his subordinates have made them unable to compete. If they really start fighting, I am afraid that everyone will die in this mountain forest in an instant. [Read the latest chapters of this book]

"Hmm?"

Hearing the four words Yunhai Holy Land, Situ Xiong frowned slightly. He was able to stay in the Hengyun Mountains for many years without being killed. Naturally, he has his own survival principles. A behemoth like Yunhai Holy Land should not be easily offended.

He rolled his eyes and thought to himself, there is no one else here. As long as the killing is clean and neat, even Yunhai Holy Land will not think that it was me, Situ Xiong, who killed these people.

"Besides, the woman who was chosen by Yunhai Holy Land as a disciple must have excellent talent. She is an excellent cauldron. After collecting the essence, she will definitely improve her cultivation."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the field, followed by a shrill scream.

Just now, Bai Huilian threw out the earth-level middle-grade sword, and a martial king of the fourth level under Situ Xiong reached out to catch it, and the scream came from his mouth.

I saw that his hand that originally grasped the earth-level sword was broken at the wrist, and a young man in a black robe raised his hand to take the sword away.

"My sword, you dare to touch it?" A contemptuous voice sounded slowly, and then the young man in black robe raised his hand and waved it, and the sword light swept across.

Puff!

Blood splashed, and the black-robed martial king who screamed with his wrist cut off covered his throat and retreated repeatedly, his eyes widened, and the scream stopped abruptly.

This sword was so fast that even his martial king level 4 cultivation didn't have time to react!

With a thud, the black-robed man knelt on the ground, struggled in vain for a few times, and then he was out of breath.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were instantly focused on the black-robed young man who suddenly appeared.

My sword, you dare to touch it?

The moment Yan Xiruo heard this, her delicate body trembled, staring at the black-robed man, because the other party was facing away from her, she couldn't see his face, but she was nervous.

Because she already knew who this person was, because only that person was the real owner of this sword.

Bai Huilian obviously thought of this, and looked at the black-robed young man with a complicated look.

More than two months ago, their group left Tianwu Kingdom on foot and sent Yan Xiruo to Yunhai Holy Land. [Please go to]

The reason why they didn't fly in the air was that they hoped to let Yan Xiruo experience some along the way.

So they didn't know what major events had happened in Tianwu Kingdom recently.

Situ Xiong's pupils shrank as he stared at the suddenly appearing young man in black robe. He could kill a Martial King Level 4 in an instant, which showed that he was not an ordinary person.

When he noticed the fluctuation of the True Energy in the other person, Situ Xiong suddenly sneered.

"A mere Martial King Level 5 junior, relying on his ability, dares to tease my tiger whiskers. Are you anxious to die and reincarnate?"

Luo Xiu raised his eyes and looked at him, saying calmly: "I don't know whether I will reincarnate, but I'm afraid you don't even have the chance to reincarnate."

When he saw Yan Xiruo, the obsession from the deepest part of his soul made Luo Xiu full of murderous intent towards anyone who wanted to hurt her.

"Xiao Hu, kill him!" Situ Xiong snorted coldly and shouted at another man with the fifth level of martial king cultivation.

In his opinion, the man in front of him was able to kill his subordinates just now because of his sneak attack. He was also a fifth level martial king. Even if his subordinates could not beat this man, they would definitely be able to see his depth through fighting.

"Yes, sir!"

The black-robed man called Xiao Hu responded, and then shouted loudly, the light of the true essence around him burst out, and his figure flashed and rushed towards Luo Xiu.

Yan Xiruo exclaimed, "Be careful."

Luo Xiu had a blank expression and an indifferent look. He saw the black-robed man rushing to him and suddenly punched him. The white light on his fist flashed, exuding a sharp and sharp aura. It was obviously a martial king who cultivated the true essence of the gold attribute.

Swish!

A brilliant sword light swept across the air. The naked eye could not see the trace of the sword light clearly. The black-robed man's movement suddenly stopped for a moment, and then his body flew backwards, spilling a large amount of blood in the air.

One sword! Another sword, killing the fifth-level martial king in seconds!

Behind Luo Xiu, the people of Baixing Valley were all stunned and horrified. They had guessed who the black-robed young man who appeared was, but he was still in the realm of refining spirit more than two years ago. Now he could kill the martial king in seconds?

The master of Baixing Valley seemed to be only at the fifth level of the martial king, right? Doesn't this mean that even if the master came, he couldn't resist Luo Xiu's sword?

"Who are you?"

Two men were killed, and Situ Xiong's face condensed, his expression was a little stern.

As a martial king-level strongman, he was not afraid of the opponent's strength. Killing the fifth-level martial king in seconds was also something that a martial king could do easily.

What he really feared was that such a powerful young master could not be cultivated by ordinary forces. What he feared was the forces behind the other party.

"Just now, the group of people from Baixing Valley said that they would send that woman to Yunhai Holy Land. Could it be that this guy in front of us is the heir of Yunhai Holy Land?" Situ Xiong's face was uncertain.

But soon, Situ Xiong made up his mind, "Even if you are the heir of Yunhai Holy Land, so what? I will kill you here, and no one will know that it was me, Situ Xiong, who did it!"

A grim smile appeared on Situ Xiong's face, and then he shouted angrily, and the whole person soared into the air, with his palms together, and a large piece of blazing flames enveloped and submerged Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu was fearless, stepped forward in the air, waved his hands, and ripples appeared in front of him, as if a vortex was formed.

In an instant, all the flames in the sky were sucked into the vortex in front of him and disappeared without a trace.

He had the Devouring Void Spirit Fire in his body, so he was naturally not afraid of the attack of the fire element true essence.

"What's this trick?" Situ Xiong was shocked, sensing that his flame essence was swallowed up by the other party like a drop in the ocean.

"Playing with fire? I can do that too!" Luo Xiu sneered, and with a bang, a reddish-brown flame emerged from his body.

Feeling the majestic flame aura on him, Situ Xiong's face changed again, because he felt that the flame aura on the other party seemed to be stronger than the flame essence of himself, the Martial Lord, and this kid was clearly only a Martial King.

There are only two explanations for this situation, either the other party is practicing a high-level fire-related technique, or this person has mastered a powerful flame.

No matter which situation, it can bring great benefits to Situ Xiong who practices fire-related essence, and his eyes suddenly flashed with deep greed.

"Go to hell!"

Situ Xiong reached out and took out a red, flame-spewing war sword from the storage ring. Two flame swords of more than ten feet long slashed towards Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu remained calm, swinging the sword in his hand, directly smashing the two flaming swords, his figure standing still.

"You also take my move." Luo Xiu held the sword horizontally, and the reddish-brown flames on his body suddenly changed, turning into raging black flames.

A terrifying breath of death spread, and the killing sword intent and the death martial intent spread in all directions, making Situ Xiong on the opposite side feel as if he was in a dead end. No matter how he resisted, he would definitely die.

Senluo Dead Soul Sword!

The netherworld death flames condensed on the sword, turning into a dead soul skeleton, opening its mouth and biting, tearing the space.

At the critical moment, Situ Xiong's expression regained a trace of clarity, breaking free from the influence of the martial intent on his mind, roaring, and the sword brought up flames all over the sky, slashing at the biting dead soul skeleton.

Boom!

Situ Xiong spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, and his figure flew out.

As soon as his figure stood firm, Luo Xiu's figure appeared in front of him.

"What a fast speed!" Situ Xiong was shocked and swung his sword to cut Luo Xiu in front of him.

Clang!

Two fingers clamped the sword, which made Situ Xiong dumbfounded.

"Lord-level combat body?"

Situ Xiong had just reacted when a bright sword light swept across, and his consciousness only caught a trace of the sword light.

"You..."

Blood kept gushing out of Situ Xiong's mouth, and his eyes were wide open, full of unwillingness and resentment.

His neck was directly pierced by a sword in Luo Xiu's hand. After all, although he was a martial king of the second level, he was not a martial arts cultivator, and his body could not withstand the attack of a mid-level earth-level sword.

Luo Xiu had a blank expression on his face. For him now, he didn't even need to use his trump card to kill an early martial king. With the help of the monarch-level combat body, plus the twenty-four times power of Xuantian Transformation, without the five elements law and the black mysterious bead, he also had the combat power comparable to that of a martial king.

He reached out and grabbed, and a stream of true energy directly broke through Situ Xiong's dantian, grabbing a round golden pill out.

Situ Xiong's head drooped, and he had no breath.

Everyone in Baixing Valley was stunned, and even stopped breathing.

If Luo Xiu's killing of two martial kings before brought them unparalleled shock, then his killing of a martial king old monster was a horror that could not be described in words.

How old is he? A martial king who is less than 20 years old?

However, Luo Xiu had no interest in explaining to these people. He walked over and handed the sword in his hand to Yan Xiruo.

Yan Xiruo blushed, "This sword is yours."

"I have given it to you, so it is yours." Luo Xiu smiled.

For some reason, every time he faced Yan Xiruo, he would feel like getting closer to her.

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