Chapter 71 The Power of the Sword

Qianqiu swordsmanship is the strongest move that Qianqiu old man has learned after practicing swords for thousands of years. One sword can kill thousands of years. The power has surpassed the supreme skill.

Xu Le only got the remnants of the sword spectrum. Although there are three moves, it is just a fur. Although it is, the lethality in his hands is still terrible. He was able to control the airflow to form a wind and form a sword blade. More than a dozen disciples of Feiming Hall were swept into the sword tide.

"He is crazy and wants to kill us all."

Several eight-level disciples have sunk to the bottom of their hearts. With this attack momentum alone, their combat effectiveness is at least comparable to that of master-level disciples. Moreover, this person's methods are quite fierce, and his moves are all killers. They have lived in the Canghai Fairy Gate for decades, and they have never seen any kind of cruel people.

However, it is rare for Xu Le to kill people while talking and laughing. In the face of the irresistible tide of swords, the only thought in their minds is to escape as far as they can.

The first unlucky ones were the five quenched seven-level disciples. Their bodies were very ordinary, and how could they not resist Xu Le's hands? Several wind blades flashed, and those heads flew up.

Xu Le has never felt very kind. On the road of immortality, either you die or I live. The strong people have experienced bloody storms and walked to the peak with their white bones.

The murderous heart has moved, and there is no way back.

Step out, like a dragon leap. Xu Le opened his five fingers, and his fingertips exhaled. He inserted a hard-level eight-level disciple's breastbone with a fluttering sound, directly scratching his heart. The nine shooting claws of the Mahayana skill were picked by others, which made them fascinated.

This scene is quite tragic and shocking.

"Everyone worked hard and escaped and went back to report the news." The remaining nine eight-level disciples all worked hard. They knew that since they could not save their lives, they might as well fight once, which might force each other back.

Nine people joined hands with a punch, the mountain road cracked, the boulder exploded, and the power was turbulent to swallow a master disciple alive.

Xu Le couldn't help nodding secretly. He was worthy of being from a famous family. These disciples have formed a tacit understanding in their long-term practice. Once the fighting power is stimulated, it will be superimposed. Even the martial arts master is unwilling to forcibly block it.

"Starry Sky."

The strongest move in boxing shows infinite depth, mystery, and the momentum of absorbing all rivers. The stones in the sky are like stars, and a huge and unpredictable starry sky is spread out.

Xu Le has a different perception every time he exerts it. He believes that with the improvement of his strength, Shanquan can transform into the fourth move, the fifth move, and even transform into a world-invincible boxing move comparable to Qianqiu swordsmanship.

There is a boxing spirit in the boxing move, which has surpassed the general martial arts.

Nine hardened eight disciples roared in horror. Their power was like a stone sinking into the sea, full of explosive energy and rushed into their bodies, instantly destroying their internal organs and devouring their vitality.

A sore body fell to the ground, blood stained the cold stone, and the pungent smell of blood floated everywhere.

A moment ago, he was coaxed and arrogant, but in a blink of an eye, he became a ghost in the hands of others. Before long, the smell of blood here will attract many fierce beasts, and there will not even be a bone left.

Wang Xiaoyao and the others shrank not far away. Everyone's eyes were dull, their chests fluctuated up and down, and their breathing was heavy. Obviously, they were shocked by the bloody slaughter.

"Are you afraid?"

Xu Le's eyes condensed and saw the four people wake up and everyone bowed and vomited.

"If you spit it out, you will make it clear. If they don't die today, it's you who will die. Four flower-like women fell into the hands of evil people, and I'm afraid the end will be worse than this.

How can Xu Le care about the eyes of others? Since he killed Lu Dameng, he has understood a truth. That is, the moral standards in the secular world are not applicable at all in the immortal world, and the killing in the immortal world is ** naked.

Killing mind is a kind of magic idea. If it is not released, the inner magic idea will accumulate deeper and deeper and eventually become a heart demon, which is the biggest obstacle to practice and promotion.

But you can't kill blindly. Once you are addicted, it is the depravity of the soul and you can't extricate yourself.

Xu Le originally wanted to practice in a low-key way, but when he is in Xianmen, he must abide by the rules of the game where the strong are respected. Otherwise, blind tolerance can only make more and more people bully him.

"Everything in them belongs to you."

Xu Legang finished speaking and looked into the distance. More than a dozen flying beasts were hovering in the sky, making a sharp roar from time to time. After a few breaths, more flying beasts rushed into the sky, where something big seemed to happen.

"Brother, those are iron-clawed eagles. The eagle left the nest either looking for food or protecting its territory. Now that it is not the time to eat at noon, it must have encountered an invasion.

Xu Le looked at Wang Xiaoyao with a slightly ugly face, and his body was already 100 meters away. Killing these people is also a way to save them. Whether they can successfully complete the task from here and return to Xianmen depends on their own ability.

Xu Le aimed in one direction, and the speed was getting faster and faster. At the back, his toes pointed to the ground, and each time he brushed hundreds of meters. His body was like an arrow breaking through the air resistance in front of him, and the flowing wind behind him pushed him forward.

"The sage's body communicates with heaven and earth, and the inner breath blends with the power of heaven and earth, and he can fly in the sky at will. Although I don't know when I will be promoted to the Holy Land, I can fly freely with the power of the wind.

Countless thoughts flashed in Xu Le's mind, and his body suddenly rose up, and a gust of wind held him up on the flat ground. Fifty meters into the sky, take a deep breath and spewing out, and the body is like a rainbow flying in the air.

The broken wall has been in chaos, with hundreds of sword lights and knife lights sweeping across. Countless iron-clad eagles attacked crazily. The curved hook of the claws flashed cold light, and the long pointed mouth could leave a shocking deep hole in the boulder.

The wings of the iron-clawed goshawk stretch out for up to three meters, and it is fierce and not afraid of death.

Xu Le stood in the distance and watched and saw tens of thousands of medicinal herbs growing on the broken wall of the cliff. Many medicinal herbs have borne fruit, and about 100 fruits are burning like flames. That is the ripe heart fruit, which can be used to refine the fourth-order elixir.

Countless nests were built on both sides of the cliff, and nearly one-third of the iron-clawed eagles flew away from the nest to attack the intruders, and the remaining medicinal herbs made sharp calls from time to time.

"In my task, as long as you pick two fire heart fruits, you can get ten merit points. There are more than 100 fire heart fruits on the cliff. If all of them are collected, won't you get more than 500 merit points?"

Xu Le was moved, and he lacked the most meritorious value. The higher the meritorious service value in the Canghai Fairy Gate, the more dedication it represents to the fairy gate, and the higher the treatment you will enjoy during daily cultivation. This is a kind of fierceness given by Xianmen to its disciples, and it is also easy to form a benign mechanism.

If you want to increase merit, you must constantly take over tasks, and taking over tasks is a kind of practice and trial. Countless people will encounter a life-and-death crisis, but once they get through it, it is a spiritual baptism and a kind of spiritual sublimation.

So a huge fairy gate can always maintain a strong combat effectiveness, because the disciples under the door are always growing.

The weakest of more than 100 people are the eight-level, and the three most powerful, all of whom are martial arts masters. They led three teams to form a triangular attack array and cooperate with each other to resist the crazy iron-clawed eagles in the sky.

Xu Le was watching with relish when he suddenly saw an iron-clawed eagle rushing towards him from the brigade, and his sharp eyes were full of blood.

"Only the blood of demons can transform people's bodies. The most powerful of these beasts is the five-level fierce beasts, and killing them is useless."

Xu Le reached out and grabbed the legs of the iron clawed eagle like lightning. It was indeed as hard as iron and full of power.

With a tear, the eagle was torn in half.

Xu Le clapped his hands. Those 100 people must have come for those fiery fruits. He can't fall behind them, otherwise he will take the lead by them. Should he grab it from their hands with a thick face?

Tear off an iron-clad eagle, and Xu Le came out from behind the boulder. He stepped out and flashed one or two hundred meters, trying to go around.

A long sound sounded, and the largest eagle flew out of the attack group. Its claws had a faint silver light, its feathers were dark all over its body, and its eyes shone in the sun. That should be the king of the iron-clad eagle, and every call represents an attack order.

Sure enough, the eagles staying in the nest suddenly flew out of more than ten heads and rushed to Xu Le.

Xu Le sneered and had many ways to deal with these beasts. He pinched the sword seal and rushed out a bright sword light from the Mijiezi. Qianqiu sword turned into a poisonous snake and rushed straight in mid-air, making a tragic sword sound.

"Royal swordsmanship!"

A surprise came from the team of 100 people, as if they didn't expect someone to use swordsmanship in this place to attack the iron-clawed eagle. You should know that the defense of the iron-clad eagle is very strong, and ordinary magic weapons can't be broken at all. Only rare treasures in the world can easily kill them.

The first condition for the use of swordsmanship is that the weapon used must be the sword of the treasure.

As soon as Xu Le knotted the sword seal, he saw that the Qianqiu sword left a virtual shadow passing through the more than ten iron-armed eagles at a time. Suddenly, screams sounded one after another, and the eagles in the middle fell from the sky to the ground, mourning dead and not stiffly.

More iron-clad eagles rushed down to Xu Le, and even the guys who originally attacked the 100-person team were transferred to join the large group of attacks.

"The sword shines in all directions."

Qianqiu sword is like being used by an arm. Xu Le performed a sword skill, which was obtained from the Guangling saint. He has been understanding the essence and does not know how powerful it is. In this exhibition, the flying sword rotates around the hilt, and the sword body brings wind and clouds, just like the life of a ruthless reaper.

At least 30 iron-clawed eagles were killed with a sword, blood spilled from the air, and the power of swordsmanship showed its edge for the first time.

Xu Le was urging the soul with all his strength, and suddenly a cold current rose behind him, and an extremely dangerous feeling surged into his heart.

Someone attacked!