"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Ignoring the iron hooves that fell around me, ignoring the fearless bandits, and just sticking to the bare hilt of the sword, the man laughed to the sky.

The swordsman has an unparalleled sharpness. The swordsman cuts off everything. Sword cultivators, especially those who pay a heavy price, take a unique approach and learn the marrow of the sword in a very short time, have a stronger destructive power than other cultivators!

Many years ago, in the memories that even Chu Xiang’s own memory began to be blurred, he could once rely on his pseudo-S-level cultivation to break through a realm without borrowing any external forces and cause a destructive effect of S-level! This fully demonstrates how terrifying lethal a perfect sword cultivator has!

But why did the sword's sharpness be restrained when it reached the Chaos Era and when its internal strength was unfathomable today?

How many years have you never drawn your sword with all your heart!

Chu Xiang Chen Yin even forgot to be in the battlefield. If there was no one around him, if it weren't for the difficulty of meeting players in the depths of the ten-mile flat sand, I'm afraid he would still not draw his sword!

Drawing a sword is not just about killing people with a sword.

A strange, inexplicable thought that might be called persistence suddenly rose from the evil guest in white.

The bandits who roared and waved their swords to cut off were covered with a layer of dusk, and the only loss of Qingming Festival was lost.

Perseverance is a thought, a virtual emotion that cannot be expressed. But if even outsiders can deeply understand that emotion, persistence is no longer just persistence, but persistence! A paranoid and terrible sword intent!

The mind blinded by feelings, friendship, power and profit suddenly trembled. The layer of rolling vulgarity like mi fog was completely dispelled, revealing a spotless and bright sword heart!

Behind him, nine golden pythons appeared, as if they felt the roar from the soul, dancing wildly. Chu Xiang looked up to the sky, his roar was like a dragon and a tiger, but eventually turned into a sharp roar when the magic weapon split the sky!

With a bang, Bai Ying's body was filled with a pale flame several feet high. In the flames, a faint white tiger phantom roared proudly.

At this moment, the white-clothed man in Ning's position actually surpassed the thousands of troops!

At this moment, Chu Xiang, whose power is almost fully exerted, has much more power than the so-called legends in the world at present!

Every legend has a trump card! The little sword has a left hand, Xier has a key, the purple shirt has all the tricks, and the "sword intent" in the rhyme. Even if the breeze and the purest dusk are not there?

But, so what! Chu Xiang always believed that the power he hid was definitely the most powerful among all! What he showed at this moment was at least several times stronger than usual!

He looked down and looked at him, and two cold lights in his eyes turned coldly to the thieves who were rushing up around him. In his eyes, those were already dead!

Chu Xiang, who had been suppressed for many years, completely exploded in this place where few people are interested!

The figure flashed repeatedly, and countless colorful sword shadows shone out in the sunshine.

Fast, really fast. Ruoyiyun, Qingfeng didn't know what to think when he saw Chu Xiang's speed at this moment.

In one second, the speed that exceeds the speed of sound several times is only the movement speed of the body. If it were the sword light, it would no longer be possible to use the principle!

Fast, unexpectedly fast! Originally, a hundred times the physical fitness of an ordinary person, coupled with the inhumanly magical true energy, and various talent bonuses, Chu Xiang's speed is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people!

It was unexpected, but unexpected.

On the battlefield completely enveloped by insistence, in the killing formation surrounded by nine pythons, in just a few breaths, the remaining hundreds of bandits were destroyed!

The flames are gathered, the mind is dispersed, the dragon hibernates, and the tiger lies.

He flicked his fingers gently, and used internal force to activate a drop of blood on his white fingertips, turning it into a sharp hidden weapon to penetrate a spy buried under the sand dozens of feet away. The last sword intent of Chu Xiang's body dissipated out of thin air.

Chu Xiang, who had reached the inhuman level many years ago, should have been even more inhuman today many years later!

This level is the qualified S-level powerhouse in Chu Xiang’s mind!

Chu Xiang understood that except for not condensed Sanhua, he was already a qualified S-level sword cultivator! But even so, even if he thought he could definitely surpass the current legend, for some reason, his heart was still filled with speechless despair!

That is a kind of fear that cannot be expressed in words, and it may be regarded as the hard work of a master.

Shaking his head, throwing his inexplicable worries behind his head, and stepping on the red sand stained with plasma on the ground, Chu Xiang jumped away...

There are always some things that have to be done. Even if you abandon your child, you have to struggle.

The wind and sand are still blowing, the sky is dim, avoiding the sun and shading the sun.

Many years ago, Chu Xiang had instructed Qingfeng to come here to hunt "food" and gather murderous aura. Also many years ago, Yiyun also came to this ten-mile flat sandy land in advance under his deliberate guidance. Perhaps even longer ago, Xier had arrived more than once, standing on a high place, looking down at the forbidden area that had been flooded by the killing.

But it was his first time to come.

Chu Xiang did not need to kill, so naturally there was no reason to have to kill. Similarly, as a smuggler, he could not use the rare prop "stand-in doll" that could only fall here. Therefore, he could only have the only purpose of coming here - to accumulate momentum!

Any "person" is always bound by interests. In addition to the legendary feelings, Chu Xiang has always believed in the interest groups that are relatively despised by the "virtuous people".

Just like the Demon Sect, who had already withdrawn from the world and was lying on Wangyou Island, was not so attracted by him to leave the mountain under the guidance of interests.

The bandits in Pingsha Shili are undoubtedly terrible. Also, it is precisely because of their terrible combat power that in the eyes of people like Chu Xiang with ulterior motives, they have become the best tool.

He always believed that as long as he paid a sufficient price, this real iron-blooded hero would be in his possession. However, it was not until he went deep into this desert that he found that the facts and expectations were quite different...

"puff--"

The dull sound, accompanied by the sound of sharp weapons tearing open the blood, was so harmonious in the drifting blood rain.

With his backhand, Chu Xiang pulled out the steel sword that he got from nowhere, looked at the falling body beside him, looked at the unwilling eyes, felt the little bit of energy lost in the other party's young body, and was silent.

This is already the ninth wave of gangsters...

Pingsha Ten Miles is just a name, of course it does not mean that this desert is only ten miles in a radius, ten miles ten miles. This is a warning, or it can be regarded as a border.

After going deeper ten miles, it is the plain sand that is in a state of chaos.

Is it because human hope is infinitely magnified, or is there some power in the dark that it is controlled? From the initial point deeper than a hundred miles away, Chu Xiang has not met half a person who can talk to each other!

Scary! Scary!

This is a living thing after all, not an inferior intelligent ai.

In the Chaos Era, there is actually no difference between it and a real person. It can cry, laugh, have feelings, and have hope.

But on this land, it seems that all the feelings are overwhelmed by the hope. The most terrifying thing is that all the various hopes are left with only one kind of killing!

Looking at the large group of horse thieves standing in front of him with swords and guns, Chu Xiang suddenly spoke.

"I take back my evaluation of blaming you on the Warriors. You have long been a group of beasts that cannot be called intelligent creatures!"

No matter how brave a person is, he should have a limit. There will be bloodthirsty maniacs, but everyone should not do so. There is also a way for thieves. It does not mean that bandits must have some moral standards, but that even the most fierce bandits should have their own means of acting.

Killing is also a means, but not the end, nor the only means. But here, it seems that killing has become the only one.

It turned into a sword rainbow, and a red gold sword light that was ten feet long passed by the sun. There was no reason or reason. Before the bandits could react, the sharp sword rainbow had already rushed into the crowd and reaped life at will.

Roar, growl, and cry without cowardly.

Faces passed by, including men and nv, beautiful and ugly, old and young, the only ones were the same, their faces were all bloodthirsty and cruel and excited expressions, which was hard to believe that the hideousness was so similar.

The sword light teared the blood, and under the sword light that was ten times more dazzling than the scorching sun, the bloody body seemed so ridiculous.

A group of bandits who were more brave than the most powerful soldiers in the court, even when they fought to the end, Mingzhi lost to retreat with a strange expression of cruel laughter on his face, which made the hot weather a little chill.

It was almost a cup of tea. Chu Xiang, who did not use all his strength, killed all the last bandit who tried to escape. The last one fell down, as strange as countless times before, and the grim expression made Chu Xiang frown deeply.

Looking up at the sky, the thick yellow sand could not cover his eyes. A scorching sun hanging high in the sky turned dark red. It was blood flowing, red.

"Is it my arrival and the interference of the Lord God that prompted the emergence of change? Or is it that this world was originally full of endless secrets."

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, and it was already a little shining. The broken slits revealed skin that was more delicate than nv. Today, on this seemingly breeze-breaking skin, there were more white marks after white, like white marks produced by cutting steel with sharp tools...

Resolutely strode forward, Chu Xiang had no intention of turning back. He never believed that there was no one who could do anything to turn around in this strange land. Even if the bandit leader at the bottom and the minions were completely filled with the hope of killing, there should always be decision makers and people behind the scenes.

If it were someone else, even Yi Yun, Xier and others would definitely not be able to go straight in one go. Even Chu Xiang’s abnormal speed would inevitably be injured in the battle. If it were someone else, he would probably have already bleeded too much and fell under endless wars.

The internal force, no matter how powerful the internal force is, it is ultimately limited and it is impossible to protect the body forever. However, Chu Xiang's perverted body, which is more perverted than the immortal golden body of the Tantric Buddhism under the blessing of the Nine Python War Spirit, contains endurance power that is completely incomparable to the internal force.

This is Chu Xiang's only trump card when he first arrived in this world, and it is also his greatest advantage ever. He has reason to believe that even if his internal strength is exhausted, he will definitely be able to escape unscathed. Even if Xier and others can easily break his defense against him, how many Xier are there in the world?

Chu Xiang has always been the least afraid of group battles. From combat skills to the most fundamental ones, he is not afraid of them.

Kill, kill, kill...

Chu Xiang's eyes were already red.

No bandit was let go, and every battle was a killer. If the fish that escaped from the net was escaped because of Gu Xi's physical strength and internal strength were exhausted, it would definitely lead to endless pursuit. Qingfeng and his men came here for the sake of killing, so naturally they didn't need to care, but Chu Xiang was not.

From the sun shines in the sky to the dusk of the west mountain.

From the bright moon to the rising sun.

The sun rises and sunsets, this is the third morning.

He stayed asleep for three days, and even prepared to deal with the sudden battle at all times. If it were someone else, he would probably not be able to hold on. Even Chu Xiang, such an inhuman, had consumed most of his internal strength.

Without hesitation, I took out a white ginseng from the space ring and chewed it down. The sweet and bitterness entered my throat, and the thinning internal force was slightly replenished.

At his speed, I didn't know how many miles I had gone through in three days, but looking at the endless desert in front of me, even though my heart was as firm as iron, I couldn't help but sigh.

"Xi'er must know the secret here."

This is the only thought in Chu Xiang’s mind at this moment. This world is too big and too weird.

The red sun, the bloody moon, and the wind and sand block the eyes, but the edge of the dong entering the Nine Netherworlds.
Chapter completed!