The wind on the Winter River still carries the breath of the Bakolama Snow Mountain.

In the wild smell of the Dongjiang water, a few cold dragon sturgeons quietly surfaced.

On a small boat, a fishing line flew in, piercing several cold dragon sturgeons at the same time.

On the boat, there were cheers from the crowd.

Even on the eve of the war, there are still people who will find some fun first, that is, to sort out the tense mood, and to spice up the boring life recently.

Ling Dongzi satisfiedly untied the three cold dragon sturgeons from the fishing line, handed them to the disciple of the Immortal Kitchen Sect beside him, and casually ordered: "I don't care about the other two, but the one with plum blossoms on my body, you have to steam it for me! Add a little shredded ginger at most, so that the taste is fresh enough..." ”

As he was talking, he felt that the monks who were originally clustered around him, staring at the three cold dragon sturgeon drooling with him, looked at him with dull eyes and solemn expressions.

Ling Dongzi turned his head suddenly, and then... I felt like my whole eyeball was exploding.

In the cold wind, the pine forest across the river was slowly torn out from the inside.

A figure that they were familiar with, but could only look up, rode a black dragon horse, wearing a black robe, holding a sword, and walked out of the pine forest comfortably.

Looking at each other, Ling Dongzi was full of excitement, and he shivered fiercely.

I wanted to wave my hand to play a warning charm, but for some reason, I couldn't lift my arm.

"Chu... Chu··· Chu Lingxiao has appeared!" Finally, behind Ling Dongzi, the monk of the Immortal Kitchen Sect raised his head and let out a howl as if he was desperate.

Rumble!

The entire sleeping Dongjiang was awakened.

Thousands of runes, countless sword lights, and layers of magic light and shadow all shrouded Lin Xi.

Lin Xi didn't make a move, but patted the black dragon horse's neck.

The dragon horse snorted, and his hooves shook, and he let out a dragon groan.

The surface of the river turned over the sea in an instant, and the cold water of the rolling Dongjiang River rose high like a wall of water, and was photographed heavily.

Like glass that has been cleaned with a rag, the hazy attacks on the river surface have almost been swept away, the clouds and smoke have dispersed, and the water vapor is filled, but you can already see the blue sky when you look up.

Whoosh!

More than a dozen figures teleported in front of Lin Xi, forming a formation with each other, looking at Lin Xi vigilantly, both with murderous intent on their faces, but with cowardice in their eyes.

A sword qi that seemed to be connected to the Dongjiang River, surging endlessly, and stretching continuously, crowded towards Lin Xi.

Looking at this sword qi, Lin Xi's face showed a trace of disdain.

He was really disdainful.

After seeing Bai Xuan's sword, and then looking at other sword cultivators, the difference is like an ignorant teenager who has experienced 30,000 mixed-race young models, and then goes to see the street hair salon shampoo girl 311 times.

"Big River Sword Intent... But that's it!" Lin Xi raised the knife in his hand.

Then he slashed it down.

A heavy knife and a heavy mountain.

Mountains block the Tianhe risk.

Lin Xi was already a master of knife skills, and at this moment, he fused part of Chu Lingxiao's memories when this knife was chopped.

It is that the river is broken, the water is blocked, no matter how you stretch endlessly, how vast it is. I'm immovable, and I'm helpless for you.

Thinking back to the beginning, when Lin Xi first came, he was forced back to the tide of chaos by the swordsman from the Great River Sword Sect with a sword.

Looking at it now, even the sword that Zhao Han, the sect leader of the Great River Sword Sect, personally cast, no longer cares about.

Seeing that the sword he had gathered out was cut off so easily, Zhao Han's face was as cold as frost, and the fingers holding the sword were also slightly pale because he was too hard.

"Chu Lingxiao! You're just relying on cultivation... Zhao said coldly, and wanted to regain some face.

Lin Xi laughed and said, "Waste! Can't you see it? My current cultivation has only returned to the Yuan Infant Stage, and I haven't used the knife just now." ”

When Zhao Han heard this, when the words came to his mouth, they were all blocked back.

Then he waved his hand and said coldly: "Formation! Kill him!"

Since there is only Yuan Ying Xiu... All right!

happened to end this house, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

"Haha! It's a good time!" Lin Xi rode up, waving his long knife.

Although Guan Dao is not very easy to use, he has Chu Lingxiao's body memory and absorbed soul memory, plus Lin Xi himself is also good at using knives.

Under the swing of the blade, there is no one to join.

No matter whether you are Jindan, Yuanying, or Yuanshen, under a knife, you will either be injured or die.

Those improvised sword formations and rune formations were even more unbearable under Lin Xi's knife edge.

Although Lin Xi's cultivation is only Yuanying.

But his physical body is a real body of robbery.

The physical strength alone is enough to rival more than half of the primordial god cultivators.

What's more, Lin Xi can also cheat, quietly burn negative emotions, and attract the yin and evil aura between heaven and earth to gather around him for his use.

This is equivalent to Lin Xi providing himself with a strong endurance, for the average Yuan Baby, he can only use one or two ultimate, but Lin Xi can use it coherently without pause.

Herod!

Ryoma's mane was flying, and its black scale armor shimmered with ghostly light under the refraction of the water waves.

The Daguan knife fell like a mountain, as if the Milky Way was falling for nine days, slashing the whole situation.

At the same time, a fierce aura rose like a blazing fire.

All monks with keen spiritual sense can feel that 'Chu Lingxiao' at this moment is like a pile of dry wood drenched with fierce oil.

When the battle was in full swing, Lin Xi raised his head and roared, his long hair flew, and above the sky, lightning and thunder suddenly thundered.

"Chu someone is here, who dares to come and take my head and make a name for himself?" On the red-dyed river, Lin Xi tightened the reins, and the big knife dragged on the water, the original black robe. Bloody clothes that have been dyed scarlet.

It was the blood of the monks who died under his sword.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Lin Xi could feel the negative emotions called 'fear', 'despair' and 'hatred' that gathered from all directions.

And among them, there are also some 'worship' inexplicably, which makes Lin Xi feel uncomfortable.

A grain of rat droppings spoils a pot of porridge.

Lin Xi shouted three times in a row, but no one answered.

Even Zhao Han, who had fought with Lin Xi before, retreated behind the sword formation, looking at Lin Xi from a distance, his eyes were cold, but he didn't dare to step forward.

"Heh! It's all guts and bandits. I, Chu Lingxiao Hero I, was forced to this state by such a rat generation, and I am really ashamed. Lin Xi was taunting.

But all the stronger monks unanimously believe that he is now using the residual blood BUFF, which will not be rampant for long, and they are unwilling to face him directly.

The three Great Masters of the Tribulation that had been agreed upon before seemed to have forgotten their mission at this moment.

Pretending to be deaf and dumb, he didn't make a move.

The Grand Masters of the Tribulation are very strong, but their strength is often applied to bullying those who are far inferior to them.

In the face of their peers, they have enough patience, vigilance, and caution.

Because of a carelessness, it may lead to uncontrollable consequences and situations.

Just like Chu Lingxiao in front of him, the former Night Emperor, how noble, but now he is surrounded here, like crazy.

When a tiger breaks its claws, it will be chased and humiliated by wild dogs.

At this moment, on the side of the 'Killing Chu Alliance', no one thinks that Chu Lingxiao is still alive.

What about the final madness of a great master of the Tribulation, and the fulfillment of him?

Talking about a thousand years, that is, a hundred years later, on the Winter River today, who is brave and brave, who is timid and retreats, who remembers?

Only those who are alive have everything.

The dead ones are gone.