This Swordsman Is Too Steady

Hundreds of thousands of demons are raging across the region of Mangzhou.

Even an army with strict military orders, under this circumstance, can’t achieve orders and prohibitions, let alone a casual and tyrannical demons.

These demons and cultivators stepped into the territory of the human race for the first time.

They had long heard of the richness and beauty of the sky, but it was not until they stepped on this land with their own feet that they found out what the so-called richness and so-called beauty are—it is simply better than what they had imagined before. It’s a hundred times better.

This greatly stimulated them and made the eyes of these demons red.

The magic repairs with a level of fifteenth rank quietly separated from the large army, let out a sharp and piercing laughter, and rushed into a small city next to him while speaking in a language that was incomprehensible.

This small city is far from the front line drawn by the Demon Race Demon Venerable from east to west, so the Demon Race’s army did not point the butcher knife at them.

But this team temporarily separated from most of the magic repairs, preparing to plunder this small city, and at the same time let out the wildness in their heart.

There is not much resistance in the small town.

Their “high-level” monks had already gone out of the city to seek death on their own initiative a few days ago.

Moreover, even if these people were there, they couldn’t stop these dozens of demonic cultivators at the fifth stage realm.

Because the small town is really just a small town.

The demons went straight into the town.

In the small town, the mortals who were too late to evacuate had already closed their doors and windows.

How could it be possible to stop the ferocious demons with just mere doors and windows?

boom!

The door panel of an elegant small courtyard was kicked open by a magic repairman, and a woman’s exclamation came from the room.

Mo Xiu rushed in with a heavy **** aura, and an old man in the room who could not build a foundation was holding his magic weapon, preparing to fight the Mo Xiu desperately.

But when he was stared at by the ferocious and fierce Mo Xiu, he was already tumbling with energy and blood, unable to mobilize any more spiritual power.

There are three people in the small courtyard, besides the old man who built the foundation, there are also two women, one old and one young.

The old one is the wife of the old man Zhuji, and the young woman is the old man’s daughter-in-law.

The young daughter-in-law kept her head down, not daring to look at the Mozu.

Not because of fear.

It was because of her husband, the old man’s son, and their common pride, the man in the primordial infant stage, who took the initiative to go out of the city to meet the Demon Cultivator not long ago, and never came back.

Her eyes were filled with irresistible hatred.

Therefore, she didn’t dare to look up, lest she was caught by the Demon Race’s gaze, which affected the two elderly people.

This magic cultivator was speaking in a language that the old man didn’t understand, and the old man didn’t know what he meant.

Finally, Mo Xiu also discovered that he was talking with a duck, with a cruel face, and suddenly looked at the woman next to her with her head down, with a smile on her face, licked her lips and walked up.

The woman thought she could hide her emotions by lowering her head, but she didn’t know that the hatred in her eyes was already seen in the eyes of this demon, who had long been able to observe.

Moxiu, who had released the fierce beasts in his heart because of the slaughter, was evil to the courage, and the vulture-like greedy eyes patrolled the woman back and forth, especially in those areas with unevenness.

The look on Mo Xiu’s face, even if the language is not clear, is enough to make people understand his mind.

The hands and feet of the old man Zhuji began to tremble.

An unprecedented anger rose in his heart.

The spiritual power in the old man’s body that could not be mobilized due to the pressure of the magic repair circulated again under the urge of this anger.

With a mournful roar, he urged the magic weapon in his hand to rush up.

“I care about your ancestors!”

The demon cultivator’s angry blow at the old man only sneered with extreme disdain.

If anger can help an old man in the foundation-building realm kill a fifth-grade magic repair, then this battle is still a fart?

Mo Xiu waved back lightly.

Billowing demonic energy surged out of his hand.

But the old man is not dead.

But Moxiu is dead.

Of course, it was not the old man who killed the fifth-grade demon repairer.

He is just a very ordinary old man, not the protagonist in a biographical novel.

Even if it is the protagonist in a biographical novel, there is no saying that the foundation will be built to kill the five products.

A red dot appeared on the center of the eyebrows of that demon repairer, and his figure fell straight down.

A sword light soared from the back of Mo Xiu’s head.

Jianming Zhengzheng, chanting endlessly.

An equally very old man stepped into this small courtyard quietly.

He looked at the dead Demon Xiu who could no longer die, and spit on his corpse fiercely.

The old man and two women on the side knelt on the ground, kowtow to express gratitude to the savior.

The old man recalled the sword and lifted them up again, “No need to be polite.”

He said again: “There are still a lot of magic repairs in the city, I am going to solve them now.”

The old man Zhuji immediately understood, his voice trembling, “Thank you, sir, thank sir, that old man will not waste your time.”

The old man nodded slightly, turned around and was about to leave.

“My lord, can you tell the old man your name,” the voice of the old man from the foundation came from behind him. “If it is possible, then I will set up a longevity card for the adults at home to thank the adults for saving lives.”

“The longevity card is no longer needed,” the old man shook his head and said, “As for the name, my name is…”

“Li Si.”

He used to be a monk at Longchengguan.

Later, he retired from Longcheng Pass and became the curator of “Feiyan Jianli”.

But when Zhongling needed him, he was still a monk at Longchengguan.

This is true even if Longcheng Pass has fallen.

He traveled through trials and hardships, from the lonely border town, all the way to the lively western front.

Along the way, he has killed nearly ten fifth-grade magic repairs.

That already a little unfamiliar means of killing the enemy became adept again.

Killing is already something deep in the blood of sword repair.

He strode out of the courtyard.

He still has things to do.

There are still many demons raging in the city.

He wanted to kill these demons who had been immersed in plunder one by one.

Chang Youfu, your master is not lying to you.

Your master is really strong.

………

The one who can save the middle spirit is the middle spirit monk himself.

However, in order to turn the tide and help the building to fall, it is not enough to rely on incomparable courage and strong will.

Because in this battle of the spirits, to win, what is needed is some miracles, and what is needed is truly powerful, unmatched power.

…….

Jianzong Yishuitai.

Tianpeng and the body of Master Zhuzhao fell together.

The corpse of the cultivator of the Huan Lingzong is sloppy, even floating in Yishui, drifting away with the flow of the water.

In this battle with the first wave of Linglingzong monks led by Zhuzhao Master, the peak master Haoran had already won a complete victory.

But the battle is far from over.

The inner demon has three souls.

Master Zhuzhao and his beast pet Tianpeng are actually the souls of a ninth-grade demon repairing black mang in the heart demon clan.

It was only a moment, and the black light was both souls lost.

The black light that sensed the fall of the twin souls, besides the rage, there was still shock that could not be hidden.

He immediately notified the white tiger master.

Jianzong’s cross-domain teleportation circle must be destroyed.

Although, they didn’t think Jianzong would take great risks to support Zhongling.

Although, they don’t think Jianzong can change anything when it comes.

But for the strongest Dao Sect in the world, these demons still have a bit of jealousy in their hearts.

The demons never deny the strength of the human race.

The less trouble, the better.

So, after half a day.

Huanlingzong Moxiu attacked with an overwhelming army of monsters and beasts.

The wind and sand rolled up thousands of miles.

“Hao Ranfeng, Taibai Sword Master, facing my Raccoon Sect monster army, can you still fight?” The Raccoon Sect leader looked at the single Taibai Sword Master and the dozens who looked pitiful in front of the monster army. Brother Jianzong asked with a smile.

The Qingshan Haoran sword of the three realms in one day, facing this terrifying monster tide, only mentioned the three-foot green front named Taibai but pitch black as ink.

What Jian Feng pointed to, Huan Ling.

He calmly said: “Come on.”

No one told him about Jianzong’s decision.

But he knew exactly how Jianzong would choose.

Because he is a cultivator of Jianzong.

Therefore, he will guard Yishuitai until Jianzong arrives.

……..

Western Regions.

The air is cold and snowy.

The Candle Dragon Palace, the top sect that used to aspire to Taoism and respect the Taoism and Fire in the world, has become increasingly bleak and silent in recent years.

Until many years ago, after a young Mo Yan with extremely amazing qualifications entered the sect, the Candle Dragon Palace finally began to rejuvenate and began to improve.

The son of Wang Fuxian, the first ancestor of the Candle Dragon Hall, Wang Daode is no longer aloof, but accepts Mo Yan as a disciple.

After that, Mo Yan hadn’t been out in the back mountain of Zhulongdian for many years, and the outside world never heard of his name.

No one knows that the group of geniuses who had risen to fame along with Lu Qingshan on the Seven Realms Theory gradually lost sight of Lu Qingshan’s back after Lu Qingshan’s astonishing rise against the sky.

Mo Yan was the only one who relied on his own burning body and Wang Daode’s supply of different fires at any cost. His cultivation base was closely followed by Lu Qingshan, and he had never fallen behind.

Only compared to Lu Qingshan’s self-reliance in the outside world, Mo Yan has been refining and refining strange fires since the wind has emerged, which has led to his lack of reputation.

On this day, he took tens of thousands of cultivators in the Candle Dragon Hall and a longevity fire at the center of his eyebrows, and went straight to the Eastern Region.

After this battle, Mo Yan’s name will inevitably resound in the human domain.

Regardless of the ending, it should be the same.

…….

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun sets in the long river.

In the most central location of the Xisha Plateau, in the splendid Buddhist temple.

The abbot, who was named a Buddhist saint, named the monk of chicken soup, left the temple quietly.

He single-handedly, without anybody, first rushed to Mogao City on the border of the Xisha Plateau and the Mogao Desert, and rushed to the Eastern Region through the cross-domain teleportation circle, and then all the way to the west, rushing to Qiuyan City in a hurry.

Of course, Qiuyan City is not his end point, it is his goal even further west.

There are Infinite Demon Races, there are millions of demons repaired.

If you want to be the Buddhas and Dragons, you must first be the beings and horses.

…….

Yumen Pass.

Jianzong finally completely determined the candidate for this western expedition.

With more than 1,800 Jianzong Jianxiu headed by Ning Fengchen and Gu Qiu, in the enviable gaze of the nine hundred Jianzong Jianxiu who left Shouyumen Pass, it was also the negative red sandalwood sword box that left Tianshan.

Sect Master Xie Qingyun, Master Xia Daoyun of Jianlai Peak, Master Xue Wushao of Peak Without Sheath, and Master Yu Canghai of Canghai Peak, personally sent them outside the Changfeng Great Array.

Then, the four returned to Yumen Pass under the eyes of everyone.

This can’t help but relieve the monk Yumenguan who has been concerned about Jianzong’s west expedition.

Although Jianzong made an irrational choice, he also had a rational side.

At least they didn’t have a fond of conquering the west.

At least, they also left three peak owners.

Most importantly, Xie Qingyun, the cultivator of the town, did not follow Jianzong to the west.

As long as Qingyun Jianxian is still at Yumen Pass, they will have the confidence to keep Yumen Pass.

For the monks at Yumen Pass, Xie Qingyun was not only the most powerful force, but also their spiritual pillar and source of confidence.

But no one knows that the real Xie Qingyun had already taken a step ahead of Jianzong’s sword repair on the West Expedition and left Yumen Pass first.

……

Zhongtianyu.

At almost the same time in Yanlan Pass and Chang’an City, an army of monks each went straight to the Eastern Region.

Yulinwei and Changanwei.

Take the lead, Daxia Qingmei Wang.

In Daxia, the forces spread across the seven territories of the human race, with the largest wealth and the largest army of monks.

If it is said that Zong’s contribution lies in the town monks.

So Daxia’s contribution is to support the cultivators of Tianhe City and Yanlan Pass.

There is also the first person of the human race under Xia Daozu, Tianhe Sword Immortal Chu Mu Shen, who is also a monk of their Da Xia in a strict sense.

Of course, at the current level of Chu Mu Shen, the identity of Daxia Brother was no longer mentioned.

No one mentions it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Daxia’s contribution and strength are beyond doubt.

On the wall of Yanlan Pass, in the setting sun, Da Xia Zun went up to Xia Zhao and looked east.

It seems to look straight at the Qiuyan City of the Eastern Region, which is becoming the center of the entire human domain.

After watching it for a long time.

She suddenly opened her mouth and asked, “Can Jianzong win?”

There was no one around Xia Zhao.

She seemed to be talking to herself.

However, after Xia Zhao asked a question, a golden light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

After a while, the golden light faded.

……..

“It’s really lively…”

“Jianzong~www.wuxiax.com~ This battle should be won.”

“Tianyuan, rise upright.”

On the wall of Tianhe City, the first male pass in the world, a Taoist man in a gray robe was muttering in an unknowable voice.

Beside him, the Tianhe Sword Fairy in white clothes surpassing the snow looked out to the west.

“Chu Jianxian, you never asked my Master what exactly he saw at the end of the year,” the grey-robed Taoist who had been silent for a long time suddenly said with emotion, “Why did you want to change the name to Tianyuan again.”

“If you could tell, you would have told me already. If you didn’t tell me, then you can’t tell.”

“Can’t say, what’s the point of asking me more?” Tianhe Jianxian showed no expression, extremely plain.

“Li Qiubai will help you to be promoted to Half Ancestor. This allows our Human Race to finally have the ability to fight the Demon Race,” the Taoist Gray said again: “Even without Xia Daozu.”

“It’s just barely a battle.” Chu Mu Shen shifted his eyes, looking at the boundless sky, he didn’t know what he was thinking.

The contemporary celestial watchers in grey robes made up the sky, followed the sight of Tianhe Jianxian and looked far away. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said in a deep voice: “Now, I can tell you one more thing.”

“Sword Sect’s battle is not about Zhongling, but Human Race.”

As the voice fell, dozens of strands of Qi Butian’s blue silk instantly turned silver.

He seemed to feel something, and tilted his head slightly, and the silver thread was submerged in his black hair.

However, this time, the black hair was no longer able to completely cover up the silver wire.

Even if it is covered by black hair, a looming touch of silver can still be seen from the outside.

“You have only taken over as the master of heaven for eight years,” Chu Mu Shen frowned as he watched this scene, and said, “You are old too fast.”

Qi Butian laughed.

The secret is not to be revealed.