Martial Dao Great Emperor

Chapter 34: Light and dark sensing

"Chang!"

Sparks splashed all over, and a strong counter-shock made Luo Xiu take a few steps back.

The internal strength that the opponent had cultivated was at least the fifth-rank level, and coupled with the suppression of the cultivation base, Luo Xiu was no opponent at all.

Moreover, the swordsmanship of this white-robed youth is also very brilliant, Dacheng is close to Consummation, Luo Xiu has no chance to hurt him.

"Take it to death! Sirius Xiaoyue!"

A whistle came from the mouth of the white-robed youth, and the brilliant sword light slashed, making Luo Xiu feel like a Sirius looking up and howling.

Obviously, what the white-robed youth displayed was a swordsmanship of rank 5 and above!

"Thunder Nine Swords!"

Luo Xiu resisted with all his strength, his sword was approaching its limit, and the air was rippling.

The two swords collided, Luo Xiu's figure retreated extremely quickly, the tiger's mouth was torn apart by the shock, and blood flowed out.

"Huh? Can actually resist my Sirius Xiaoyue?" The white-robed youth frowned, dissatisfied that his sword just shattered Luo Xiu's mouth.

He is a martial artist of Qihai Seventh Realm, and his true Qi is close to the essence, and Sirius Xiaoyue is a fifth-grade martial art. Many warriors of the same realm are not his opponents.

"If you don't die, you might be able to take a place when you enter Xiaoyao Sect in the future, but it's a pity that you will die in my hands. I can only blame you for offending people who shouldn't offend!" The white-robed young man crossed his sword and killed again. Come.

"boom!"

Luo Xiu turned his zhenqi to the extreme, the life and death wheel of the heavens in his dantian quickly rotated, and black flames rose on the surface of his body.

"The power of flame? How is this possible?" The white-robed youth saw the black flame appearing on Luo Xiu's body, his face suddenly changed.

"Thunder Nine Swords!"

At this moment, Luo Xiu used the blessing of death black flame to use his sword technique, the sword aura whistled, and the eerie breath of death spread.

"Chang!"

The swords in the hands of the two collided again, this time Luo Xiu was not shaken back, and with the power of Death Black Flame, he resisted the impact of the opponent's true energy.

The eyes of the white-robed youth were shocked, "Qihai Realm actually mastered the power of attributes..."

However, he quickly calmed down, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth again, "Even if you master the power of the attribute, but your cultivation base is too low, you will still die in my hands after all."

"Longhuquan!"

Luo Xiu clenched a fist with his left hand, punching a tiger-like dragon and tiger fist, and the black flames of death condensed and blasted towards the face of the white-robed youth.

"Open the palm!"

The white-robed youth showed disdain at the corners of his mouth, and casually displayed a fourth-rank palm technique.

"Boom!"

The fists collided, Luo Xiu's body shook, and he backed back again and again, but he sneered in his heart. The life veins of the opponent's left hand had been damaged by him.

"what!"

I saw the white-robed youth screamed, his face was painful and pale, his left hand came with violent pain, his muscles and bones were broken, and a hot breath continued to burn his flesh and blood, the pain was unbearable.

"How is this possible? Even if he has mastered the power of attributes, his true qi is not as strong as mine, I clearly repelled him, why would I get hurt instead?" The white-robed young man couldn't understand what was going on. .

However, Luo Xiu would not give him any chance to think, the Shadow Sword was like black lightning, slaying towards his opponent.

The white-robed youth hurriedly swung his sword to resist, but because his left hand was wounded and could not be used, his strength was affected. Although Luo Xiu would not be suppressed by Luo Xiu, it was almost impossible to kill Luo Xiu.

"Tenglong style!"

Luo Xiu grasped a slight flaw in the opponent, and his left hand condensed the black flame of death again, blasting towards the white robe youth.

"Damn bastard!"

The white-robed young man was furious, and his left hand could not be resisted by the wounds. The sword in his hand was controlled by Luo Xiu, so he could only withdraw and avoid Luo Xiu's punch.

But when he retired like this, Luo Xiu took the lead.

"ended!"

A cold glow flashed in Luo Xiu's eyes, and the black shadow sword flashed by, snorting, slashing the wrist of the white robe youth, splashing blood.

"what!"

The white-robed youth screamed again, the long sword in his hand fell off, and a sharp sword light pressed against his eyebrows.

At this moment, the white-robed youth was like falling into an ice cave.

Thinking that his dignified Qihai Seventh Martial Artist had actually lost to a guy who was new to Qihai First Heavy, this made his heart startled and angry.

However, the threat of death was imminent, and he did not dare to move in the slightest.

"Who asked you to kill me?" Luo Xiu asked coldly.

"Let me tell you, you will let me go?" The white-robed youth stared at Luo Xiu, "If you promise not to kill me, I will tell you."

"You are not qualified to talk to me about conditions." Luo Xiu yelled coldly, and the tip of his sword was half an inch forward, piercing the skin of the white robe youth's eyebrows, blood oozing out.

The sting of the eyebrows made the white-robed youth's complexion drastically changed. If he didn't tell him, he was sure that Luo Xiu would kill him.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and said: "The three of our brothers came to Qingyun City to kill you on the order of the master. My master is Zhang Luliang, the deacon of Xiaoyaowaimen."

"Zhang Luliang?" Luo Xiu's eyes flashed sharply. "The ancestor of the Zhang family is Zhang Luliang, the deacon of the outside door of Xiaoyao."

Obviously, Zhang Luliang was because Zhang Jiajia advocated the death of Shaoxiong and held a grudge against him. He didn't dare to offend Palace Master Qingyun, so he sent his disciples to Qingyun City to look for opportunities to get rid of him.

"I've already told you, you..." The white-robed youth hoped that Luo Xiu could let go of his life.

However, before he said his begging for mercy, his eyebrows were instantly pierced by the Shadow Sword, with no breath, and fell to the ground.

Luo Xiu's face was very cold. The three white-robed young seniors came to kill him, but failed to kill him. Instead, he hoped that he could be merciful. How could there be such a good thing in the world?

For Luo Xiu, he has his own principles of behavior. He does not take the initiative to provoke others, nor will he casually kill innocents, but if someone wants to kill himself, he will never show mercy, and he will not care about your identity.

Returning the sword to the scabbard, Luo Xiu began to collect the treasures from these three people, who could become disciples of Zhang Luliang, the deacon of the outer sect. All three of them were obviously outer disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Every year, there will be a group of Qihai martial artists under the age of 18 in the major martial arts halls of Yunlong County, but only three people can get the quota to enter the outer door. It can be seen that those who can be absorbed by Xiaoyaomen are worthy of ten thousand. There is no genius.

However, there are also high and low levels among geniuses. For example, the two Qihai Fifth Layers that were killed by Luo Xiu before have average strength, and this white-robed youth, if it weren't for the means of damaging the life line and the black flame of death, Luo Xiu is definitely not his opponent.

On the bodies of these three people, Luo Xiu found three identity tokens of the outer disciples. In addition, these three people also have storage devices, two wristbands, a ring, and many vitality stones in them. There are pills.

The storage ring was obtained from the white robe youth, and the space inside was much larger than Luo Xiu's own storage wristband. It should be a treasure refined by the third-order array mage.

There are also the weapons they use. The two Qihai Five Layers use low-rank soldiers, and the swords of the white-robed youths are middle-ranked, worth at least thousands of vitality stones.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, an earth-shaking beast roar echoed in the mountains and forests, making Luo Xiu feel the eardrum humming and the blood in his body vibrated.

"Just a beast roar has such power, at least it is a monster of level three or above!"

Luo Xiu's face changed slightly. This was the perilous Baqi Mountain, and the **** breath could easily attract the powerful monsters nearby.

He did not dare to stay, and within the range of life perception, a powerful aura belonging to a monster appeared, and he quickly used his body skills to leave here quickly.

After a long time, Luo Xiu appeared next to a stream, drank some clean water in his hand, and washed his face.

Thinking of the three people he had killed before, Luo Xiu's face was suddenly covered with frost.

"That Zhang Luliang sent three disciples to kill me, and if the three of them never go back, he will definitely be suspicious. By the time I join the Xiaoyao Sect, there will be no less trouble."

Regarding the Zhang family ancestor, the Palace Master Qingyun also told Luo Xiu that he was a martial arts master of the Nine Realm of Innate, and he could easily crush him with a single finger.

Luo Xiu knows very well that even if he can damage the life line and leapfrog the challenge, if his strength exceeds his opponent too much, this ability will not work, because the stronger the warrior, the life line will become stronger and harder to damage. .

Frowning, Luo Xiu also considered not going to participate in the entrance examination, but if he did not have the identity of the Xiaoyao Sect disciple, he would have no status in this Yunlong County. When the Zhang Family ancestor wanted to deal with himself, he would be even more brazen.

"Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I can only bite the bullet and lean towards Tiger Mountain." After consideration, Luo Xiu decided to go to the entrance examination.

Palace Master Qingyun has said that as long as he can become an outer disciple, the Zhang family ancestor, although he has power, dare not do anything to him. If his outstanding performance is focused on training, his status will even surpass that Zhang family elder. Above the ancestors.

As for his parents, Palace Master Qingyun also promised that as long as they are in Qingyun City, they will be protected, so that Luo Xiu can have no worries.

"Om!"

At this moment, Luo Xiu felt a slight tremor from the Shadow Sword behind him.

"what happened?"

Luo Xiu was slightly startled, and he drew out the Shadow Sword with a loud sound, and saw the position where the hilt was connected to the sword body, and the word'dark' engraved on it, emitting a dark light, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if there was a call. From afar.

"A sense of calling?"

Luo Xiu frowned and looked at the distance in one direction. He sensed that the source of the Shadow Sword's tremor came from this direction.

When he bought the Shadow Sword at the weapon shop, the shopkeeper once said that it was found by a hunter in the ancient ruins.

Luo Xiu had always thought that the shopkeeper was to sell the sword at a good price, so he made up such a rhetoric.

However, the Shadow Sword is indeed of a special material, and its power is only equivalent to a low-rank human-level warrior, but even if it is a high-rank human-level warrior, it cannot leave a trace on it.

"Could it be that this sword really has any origin? What is the sense of summoning?" Luo Xiu couldn't help being a little confused, but also quite curious.

Returning the sword to its sheath, Luo Xiu jumped up, using the subtle induction call of the Shadow Sword to quickly shuttle through the woods of Mount Baqi.

At the same time, a dark-skinned young man walked in the mountains, his scabbard trembling slightly behind his back.

"The lightsaber trembled. Could it be that the dark sword was nearby?" The young man's eyes flickered, and he immediately rose up and ran towards the direction the lightsaber was sensing.

"The power of the light and dark swords is only equivalent to the low-rank human ranks. At least the innate martial artists are also soldiers of the middle rank.

The young man's skin is dark and shiny, his figure is strong, his movements are vigorous, he runs like a tiger, and his breath is fierce.

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