Chapter 95: Cynicism

If there is no life and death beads, perhaps a life of inactivity, will not be exposed to the many grievances and hatreds between Wu Xiu.
Maybe I will have children in that small village of Panshi Town.
In this world, there are too many possibilities, and there are too many possibilities, but the fusion of life and death beads appears, and Luo Xiu's fate has no choice.
Since he chose the road of martial arts, he was destined to kill all the way, either stepping on his bones and advancing violently, or being trampled on his head and annihilated by all living beings.
Once, Zhang Luliang, who was born with nine major martial arts masters, filled him with a sense of crisis and practiced desperately.
Now he kills the innate nine layers like an ant, even if it was Gou Hongyi who was cultivated by King Wu, he was offered a reward for killing with the high price of ten low-grade war swords!
But never like this moment, he felt his own weakness and humbleness.
Not all enemies can be killed by rewards offered by the Hunter's Guild, such as Lei Weilong and Gongsun Qianji, are far from being comparable to Gou Hongyi, and Luo Xiu cannot afford the reward.
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On the outskirts of Guanlei Mountain Range, the battle of King Wu-class powerhouses spread like a squally rainstorm.
Seventeen refining-level blood beads swallowed all refining, Luo Xiu's physical body finally reached the limit of a high-level combat body, only a short line, can break through to the peak combat body, if the physical body can cultivate to this step, only the physical body With the strength, you can hardly shake Wu Zong in the late stage of God Refining!
He has now reached the sixth level of innate cultivation, and can compete with the early stage of refining gods by virtue of his advanced combat body. If he adds the violent essence pill, the profound change of the heavens, and the mark of life and death of the heavens, he will be able to face the fourth level of refining Guarantee.
For a martial artist with the sixth innate level, this kind of strength can be said to be against the sky, but Luo Xiu feels that it is far from enough. He needs more strength!
Luo Xiu did not leave the switch thunder mountain range, but went straight to the center of this mountain forest, Guan Lei Temple!
In the vicinity of Guanlei Temple, a large number of martial artists gather here every day, each of whom is congenital or above, using the sword intent spreading here to sharpen their martial arts.
As soon as he stepped into this place, a sharp sword intent rushed towards his face. If he couldn't resist the oppression of the sword intent, Wu Xiu would collapse his will and die on the spot.
Any martial artist who can cultivate to the innate realm has a strong will. With the help of the oppression and sharpening of the sword intent, he can break through the limit and perceive a higher realm through the intent of the sword.
Here is a treasure place for the realm of martial arts, but it is also full of dangers. If you go too deep without energy, the more terrifying sword intent will tear the martial arts into pieces.
In general, the innate martial artist can only stop at the outermost periphery. Only the martial arts master can walk to the foot of the mountain, and the strong man of Wu can understand the meaning of the sword at the mountainside.
As for the Guanlei Temple on the top of the mountain, it is said that only the powerful Wujun and a few powerful Wuwang can enter.
Luo Xiu did not stay outside, and walked directly towards the foot of the mountain where Guan Lei Temple was located.
Seeing Luo Xiu's actions, many martial arts practitioners in the periphery were surprised, disdainful, sarcasm, or gloating.
"The comer stops, my son is here to comprehend the meaning of the sword, don't disturb!"
Seven or eight Wu Xiu stopped in front of him, and one of them coldly shouted towards Luo Xiu who came by.
These people are all innate martial arts masters. Behind them, a blue shirt young man is sitting cross-legged, with a faint blue thunder light flashing all over his body. It is obvious that he is cultivating the real energy of thunder attribute.
And in this Douhai County, the only thing that Lei Wumen cultivated was the real energy of the Thunder attribute.
Luo Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help thinking of the scene of Lei Weilong, the master of Leiwu Gate, surrounded by a thunder arc last night, injuring Yan Yueer.
In the eyes, a sharp killer flashed.
If it were other warriors, they might have bypassed him, unwilling to offend the people of Lei Wumen, but Luo Xiu ignored the threats in the other party's words and walked forward.
"presumptuous!"
Ahead, a congenital seven-tiered martial artist with a stern look, he drew out a war knife from his waist with a clumsy cry, "If you go further, you can stop blaming me for waiting for the shot."
If they were practicing Shen Wuzong, they wouldn't dare to stop them, but would an innate six-tier martial arts master dare to be presumptuous?
"roll!"
Luo Xiu's figure flashed, and nine afterimages were directly brought up. It was almost an instant before he appeared in front of the speaking innate seven-layer martial artist, and pointed out.
This congenital seven-fold martial artist was taken aback, his face changed drastically, and his seemingly ordinary finger made him feel irresistible.
But immediately he shouted angrily, waved his saber, and slashed at the opponent's finger.
Luo Xiu's expression was indifferent, but the innate martial artist and his nearby companions sneered again and again. If this young man didn't take his hand, his fingers would definitely be cut off.
"Chang!"
The finger collided with the saber, but there was no splash of blood, but the sound of iron and rock crashing, sparks splashing everywhere.
There was a click, and the middle-ranking sword of the human rank cracked every inch, and the seven innate martial artist spewed out blood with a panic on his face.
This scene happened extremely fast, and the many martial arts that he saw with his own eyes were full of astonishment.
Refining martial arts, advanced combat body!
A finger of the broken human rank middle-grade war knife can only be done by the martial artist of the high-level battle body. With the high-level battle body, it can hardly shake the Shen Wuzong with the power of the physical body.
These seven or eight martial artists relying on their identities as disciples of Lei Wumen to block the passage of other martial artists here can be described as arrogant.
But at this moment, there are some people who are not afraid of Lei Wumen's power and hurt people without mercy.
Here is the periphery near Guanlei Temple. Many innate martial artists raised their eyes one by one, and the atmosphere was calm and dead.
"Those who dare to move us from Lei Wumen, are you looking for death?" The several congenital martial masters next to him reacted, staring at each other, and shouting at Luo Xiu with a ferocious face.
"How about the people of Leiwumen?" Luo Xiu's indifferent eyes swept away, "You are the people of Leiwumen who moved!"
The young man in blue shirt who was cross-legged not far away felt the intent of the sword opened his eyes, frowned and looked to this side, "Interfere with the sword, kill him!"
The blue-shirted youth had an arrogant look. Just because someone interrupted his sense of the sword, he opened his mouth and wanted to kill.
Following his order, several innate martial arts masters immediately showed murderous intent, their swords were unsheathed, and they attacked Luo Xiu.
At this time, no one pays attention to a fair duel with you. Just now I pointed at the scene of breaking the middle-grade sword, which is enough to see that this person is not trivial, and you must join hands to kill him.
There was a sneer at the corner of Luo Xiu's mouth, disdain, these people are just a mob, and they don't even have the qualifications to let him play a sword!
"Afterimages of the ten directions!"
Luo Xiu unfolded his body skills, like a glimpse of light, and the nine afterimages made people hard to distinguish.
"Boom!"
He put his foot on the chest of an innate martial artist, the Nether Death Flame destroyed the veins of life, and the flesh of the opponent's chest burst, spurting blood and flying out.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Xiu raised his hand, and the black flame sword aura swept across, and several innate martial artists vomited blood and flew upside down.
Alone, but like a tiger into the flock, easily defeated seven or eight innate seven masters!
The blue shirt youth saw this scene, his eyes suddenly drenched.
Taking a look at the man who was lying on the ground, the blue shirt youth still sat cross-legged and said coldly: "With good strength, don't you put my Lei Wumen in your eyes?"
"So what?" Luo Xiu still answered like this.
Feeling the contempt and disdain of the other party's words, the blue shirt youth showed anger on his face, "Do you know my surname Lei?"
Lei's surname is the core family of Lei Wumen, and all the masters of the past dynasties are also Lei's surname!
In Douhai County, no disciple of the Lei family dared to provoke them, because the Lei family was the master of Lei Wumen.
When the blue shirt youth uttered his surname Lei, many innate martial artists in the outer area showed fear on their faces, which shows that the Lei family is very powerful in Douhai County.
Just when the young man surnamed Lei thought he would be jealous of the convenience of speaking out, Luo Xiu laughed suddenly.
"People from Lei's family? Very good, so I will kill you first, and I should get a little interest back!"
Luo Xiu's murderous intent was not concealed, and he walked towards the blue shirt youth.
The blue shirt youth finally changed color, who is this black robe boy? Do you really dare to kill yourself without putting the Lei family in your eyes?
Seeing Luo Xiu's figure flashed, he blinked in front of the blue shirt youth, slapped his head with a palm, and shot without mercy.
"Go to hell!"
A war knife emerged from the blue shirt youth, with a strong wind breaking through the air, a faint light of thunder flashed, and it struck Luo Xiu's palm.
"Chang!"
The palm knife hit, making a crisp sound.
A fierce and fierce force passed from the saber, causing the blue shirt youth to shake his body, staggering backwards, the tiger's mouth cracked and blood overflowed.
The sword in the hands of this blue-shirted youth was a high-ranking human rank. It was not broken by Luo Xiu's palm. With a single knife, it only left a white mark on his palm.
Luo Xiu's figure followed, using his finger as a sword to condense the Nether Death Flame.
The blue shirt youth raised the knife to resist the sword's fingers, and another violent force came, and the sword flew off his hand, and the palm of the knife was full of blood.
This made the face of the blue shirt youth full of amazement, and his figure retreated rapidly, but Luo Xiu's sword fingers followed him like a shadow, inevitable.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? What hatred do I have with you?" he roared.
But Luo Xiu didn't answer him, only cold killing intent in his eyes.
The blue shirt youth looked at the people around him, his eyes rolled, and he immediately shouted: "My father is the guardian of Lei Wumen. If anyone can kill this person and save me, I will thank Lei Mu! "
Knowing that he was not the opponent of this black-robed boy, he could only rely on the identity of the disciple of the Lei family to seek help.
"stop!"
With the benefits of Lei Muyan's promise, when someone stood up, revealing the master's cultivation.
Under the refining of the gods, the great martial artist ruled the roost with the nine innate levels.
However, Luo Xiu turned a deaf ear to this, his sword fingers transmitted the sword energy condensed by the Nether Death Flame, and he snorted, piercing Lei Muyan's eyebrows.
A finger-sized blood hole appeared on the center of his eyebrows, Lei Muyan's body movements stopped abruptly, and he fell to the ground with a plop.
The innate nine major martial artists rushed over, a middle-aged man with a slightly beard-faced face.
Seeing Lei Muyan being killed, his face was a bit ugly.
When Luo Xiu's gaze swept at him coldly, the great martial artist snorted coldly, "Your Excellency killed the disciple of the Lei family, dare you leave your name?"
In his opinion, the person who dared to kill the disciple of the Lei family must have a good identity background.
"roll!"
Luo Xiu yelled coldly, and his murderous intent rushed out with a fierce blood.
That great martial artist was frightened by Luo Xiu's murderous aura, his face changed drastically, such a terrifying murderous aura, it can be seen that this person does not know how many innate he has killed!
Because the more masters beheaded, the more terrifying the murderous aura.
Luo Xiu didn't kill many people, but in the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters, Qi Hai and the innate monsters killed nearly a thousand, and only then he condensed a murderous aura.
"Murder, Shura!"
With cold eyes swept around, Luo Xiu said coldly: "Tell Lei Family, one day, I will step through Lei Wumen and take Lei Weilong's first level!"
Step through the Leiwumen and take the leader of the Leiwumen?
Such murderous words were uttered from a boy who was only fourteen or five years old. The many martial artists present only felt incomparable-absurd!
This is more than arrogance and arrogance?
What kind of existence is that Lei Wu sect master, a generation of Wu Wang dominates Douhai County, this young committee really does not know what is good or bad, and speaks wildly.