This is a knife that Lin Xi has surpassed the level.

Facing the pressure caused by Bai Xuan, his nascent sword intent, combined with the evil qi formed by the transformation of heavenly magic, tore through the long wind, and in an instant, he crossed the distance and slashed towards Bai Xuan.

There is a strong sense of oppression and tearing, as if it can even cut through time.

And Bai Xuan, his hand suddenly became empty.

The sword that was originally held tightly in the palm of his hand fell down and then followed Bai Xuan's fingertips, splitting and transforming into dozens of swords.

The swords were lined up one after the other, and then stretched out like a fan.

A sword fell from the sky, and then, just like at the same time, there were more than a dozen Bai Xuan performing swordsmanship together.

Together, they form a perfect sword formation.

In this sword array, Lin Xi's sword that seemed to be able to cut everything was restricted a little bit, eaten away a little bit.

Finally, all the sword light and sword intent dissipated.

Lin Xi opened his eyes, and Bai Xuan put away his sword.

"Unwinnable and undefeated... Let's go!" Bai Xuan waved his hand, but a ring flew towards Lin Xi.

Lin Xi held it in his hand.

This is clearly a storage ring.

In addition to the many healing medicines in the ring, there are also a large number of knife scores and knife array diagrams.

Lin Xi understood what Bai Xuan meant.

The battle between cultivators is not a duel between martial artists.

Even if it is a sword cultivator who claims to break ten thousand laws with one sword, it is by no means holding a sword in his hand, and then he will go up with his head bored.

The sword formation is always a compulsory method for sword cultivation.

In the same way, a monk who uses a knife as his main weapon can also use his own strength to arrange a sword formation and trap the enemy in the array.

Even though Lin Xi is mainly based on the simple knife technique of opening and closing, he is not willing to use the knife formation.

However, it is impossible not to have a certain understanding of this offensive or defensive mode.

Lin Xi held the ring, held the knife, arched his hand at Bai Xuan, didn't say any more nonsense, turned his head and left.

Although a little touched.

But what Lin Xi is even more beep about is that all of Bai Xuan's 'goodness' is because he is now Bai Fan.

If Bai Xuan knew the truth, then I am afraid that all the 'good' now will become the greatest 'evil'.

Standing in the position of the Heavenly Devil, perhaps playing with people's hearts and manipulating human emotions is a great joy.

But Lin Xi's residual humanity was preventing him from doing such a decisive thing.

He didn't have to get a lot of money from Bai Xuan.

What's more, Lin Xi's future plan is to be a Chaos Demon God, not the top-level Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon Lord.

There is no need to go to the black on the road of human nature, and even to the extent of playing with philosophy.

When Lin Xi walked down Qingquan Mountain.

All the disciples of the Sword Pavilion saluted him with their swords.

This ceremony is not because he is the son of the pavilion master Bai Qi.

It's because I admire Lin Xi's courage and courage to practice.

Do what others want to do, but dare not do, such people are usually admirable, enviable, and jealous.

At the gate of the mountain, according to the order of Pavilion Master Bai Qi, there were already disciples who brought Lin Xi a black tiger with black smoke under his feet.

This is the Black Cloud Tiger, an alien beast, with incredible speed and the ability to walk on clouds.

It's a very good mount.

And on the back of the black tiger, there is also a pocket.

There was a jade plate in his pocket, and what was recorded on the jade plate was the target that Lin Xi could challenge, as well as the area and scope where they were roughly located.

The same promised plasters and elixirs are also carried in the pocket.

Riding on the Black Cloud Tiger, Lin Xi greeted him, and the Black Cloud Tiger smoked with four claws, carried Lin Xi into the clouds, and galloped towards one place.

Lin Xi chose the closest target to him.

The successor of the ancient knife gate, the king of the mountain sword... The veteran Jindan powerhouse Wang Chengen.

Lin Xi needs to use a solid hard battle to open the prelude to challenging the world and fighting in all directions.

In the battle with Wang Chengen, Lin Xi was wounded in dozens of places, and a few knives almost cut off his neck, allowing his body to be directly reimbursed.

But Wang Chengen is old after all, and he is not as fearless as Lin Xi.

Therefore, in the face of Lin Xi's fierce knife, which was extremely fierce and could not be defended, he was often passively disrupted and helplessly defended.

After a long battle, Lin Xi stabbed him in the chest with a flaw that he had already grasped.

Wang Chengen used his life to achieve the first step of Lin Xi's fame in the world.

Although at the time of the duel, the two had already signed a life and death contract.

But Wang Chengen's relatives and friends will not really give up like this.

On the surface, he was just indifferent, but secretly he had already placed a reward for the dark flower to take Lin Xi's head.

Starting from challenging Wang Chengen, Lin Xi went all the way north.

Amazing knife Xu Kaicheng, Beixu heir Yan moulting, big knife master Sima Nan, knife building young master Luo Xinhe...

One after another, sword masters fell under Lin Xi's knife.

And when the time is right, no one is peeping, or no one can see his true face, Lin Xi will often swallow the souls of these opponents.

With the human soul replenishment of these sword masters.

Lin Xi's progress in the path of the knife was even more amazing.

The reputation of the Dao genius has begun to resound throughout Langzhou.

Because every time Lin Xi made a move, he didn't leave a living mouth, and often killed the enemy with one sword.

Hence the title of the sword.

Some older and long-famous sword masters, on the one hand, scolded Lin Xi's ruthlessness, and on the other hand, they were terrified, Lin Xi had not arrived... But they were already afraid, for fear that Lin Xi would come to them and challenge them.

And as Lin Xi's fame became bigger and bigger, the bounty in the secret became higher and higher.

On the twenty-ninth day after Lin Xi went down the mountain, he had already penetrated half of Langzhou.

At the same time, there have been five long-established sword masters in a row, admitting defeat behind closed doors, not competing with him, and offering their reputation, along with their faces, directly with both hands.

On the fortieth day, Lin Xi's momentum had been achieved.

Next, he will challenge Lou Guanyu, who is the twelfth on the Qingyun list.

Lou Guanyu is known as the third sword emperor.

People in the world say that Lou Guanyu will have hope, following Lei Jiu, who soared thousands of years ago, and Jin Jiang, who was besieged and killed by six Crossing Masters hundreds of years ago, to become the third emperor of the sword who shocked the world.

And Lou Guanyu also responded to Lin Xi's invitation.

The two agreed that after seven days, they would fight in the Fog Blowing Mountain.

This battle is destined to be famous all over the world, causing a sensation in the entire Langzhou, and even attracting many sword masters from other states to watch the battle.

After all, Lou Guanyu is the twelfth on the Qingyun list.

And Bai Fan, played by Lin Xi, is also a sensational knife recently.

Xiaosong Creek, in front of the lonely bamboo building, flashes lonely lights.

Under the light, a figure stretched slender.

Lin Xi was practicing knives.

He wasn't a natural swordsman.

It's all just acting.

However, after he swallowed too many human souls of famous swordsmen, he already had the talent to become a top-level swordsman.

The memories and talents in those souls were absorbed and digested by him, and they were integrated with his own skills and connected in one place.

In the distance, a fragrant wind wafted in.

Under the cold starlight, a young girl in a blue gauze skirt, with snow-white jade feet, stepped on the night, with a mysterious charm, came to the door.