Snowflakes like cannon fodder fell to the underworld.

In this world dominated by yellow sand, countless flying catkins invaded snowflakes in an instant.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the blood-stained corpses in the square were piled up more and more, and there was a terrible scene.

Massacre, unilateral massacre!

The Sword Saint can restore one percent of his physical strength, which is undoubtedly very lucky for Lu Xuan, who is mainly based on physical cultivation.

His physical attack pressure can reach 30,000kg, and one percent can also reach 300kg. Where u is absolutely limited, Lu Xuan's current strength advantage is probably unmatched.

Therefore, Lu Xuan did not raise his eyelids to those black-clothed staff who were trying to counterattack. He could use a random blow and a powerful big sword to cut them into two pieces.

"Brush!"

Like cutting melons and vegetables, he cut dozens of black-clad staff in the square to pieces like lightning. Lu Xuan, who was full of blood, held the big sword in his hand, looking for the next wave of victims.

Compared with the square, most people fled everywhere in a roar, and some "old" people who had experienced the test or "new" people who fought to fight to the death to massacre, spontaneously organized together.

In the blizzard, they were holding swords of various shapes and gathered from all directions with surging anger. They wanted to encircle this gentle "city-slaughtering maniac" to the death.

With another sword, Lu Xuan cut off half of the body of a young man who had escaped relatively slowly. At this time, he also noticed that the net of encirclement that the rebels gathered gradually approached his body.

At this time, Lu Xuan had no idea what to do with the black-framed glasses on his nose. There was a bright red blood mark on his right cheek, and his cold face was a bit hideous.

Of course the blood would not be Lu Xuan's own. The blood of the victims not only smeared Lu Xuan's face red, but also splashed all over him.

Qiao Qiao gave him a snow-white shirt, which was already covered with blood. From a distance, Lu Xuan looked like a white battle suit with a terrifying blood map and a death map tattooed.

The rebels surrounded Lu Xuan about three meters away and stopped moving forward because the murderous aura emitted from Lu Xuan's body made them frightened and unconsciously stopped moving forward.

Although death in the "Yellow Spring" is not the same as death in the real world, except that it cannot enter the "Yellow Spring" within three months, the "pain" during death is definitely real and painful. There is no willing to "try" this "skin-pain" punishment of death.

Among those surrounded, no one dared to have direct contact with Lu Xuandi's eyes.

Even the female swordsman Clauti, who was temporarily leading the fight back, had a short hair that was very pretty and refreshing, but her eyes were very complicated and vicious, and she was a well-tailored gray suit. She looked like she should be a white-collar worker who was good at calculating.

"Don't be afraid of him. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands. He has only one person, and we have more than a hundred people. If we go together, we can definitely fight to death." Clauty shouted loudly.

The "rebels" who had been trembling in their hands slowly moved forward under her instigation, but she herself stopped and gave orders in the posture of a commander.

The encirclement of more than one hundred people slowly closed, and the space around Lu Xuan's body was getting smaller and smaller, and the expression of the rebel whose face was twisted in Lu Xuan's eyes also became clearer and clearer.

"Go ahead! Kill him, and with his own strength, he wants to massacre the idiot. We let him know what it means, the miserable end of a madman." Clauty kept inciting.

"brush!"

A glimmer flashed in Lu Xuan's eyes and he took action.

Lu Xuan was seen sinking his shoulders, raising his wrist, and swinging his sword. His movements were extremely simple, but they were extremely smooth. In an instant, a lonely electric circle made of sword light surrounded by his body as the center. This lonely electric light also swept through the bodies of the first wave of "rebels" who were forcing him.

Blood storm burst out, and more than a dozen people were cut off in half, turning into two pieces of corpses.

A simple and simple move of ancient Chinese martial arts is "unstoppable", but the effect is unparalleled horror.

The second wave of "resisters" who were splattered with blood from their "companions" were frightened and their bodies were scared and before they could react, Lu Xuan, a "hungry tiger pounced on the sheep", pierced the "resisters" with a big sword.

A moment of blood was rising, and ghosts cried and howled.

"Sweep across thousands of troops!"

"The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves!"

"Sweeping sword!"

Lu Xuan, with the big sword in his hand, danced and slashed one after another among these "resisters", and slashed left and right, as if he had entered a state of no one.

In the midst of lightning, the heads of limbs flew across the body, and blood was splattering everywhere. Most of the hundreds of "resisters" were cut off by him.

The female swordsman Clauti retreated to the edge of the encirclement. In fact, since the first wave of attacks from the rebels, she was already looking for the best time to "sneak attack". Soon, she was skilled in calculating and discovered that "sneak attack" had become an almost impossible task.

Because Lu Xuan's attacks were simple and rough, slashing, sweeping, cutting, poking, and knocking, his movements were very fast, so some movements were connected by him like flowing water, and his attacks were also long and endless, like a river that would never end.

What's even more terrifying is that when Lu Xuan made a move, he completely blocked all the dead corners, which made her with rich experience in sneak attacks unable to start. She could only grit her teeth and wait for the "flaws" that were "unable" to appear.

These simple moves were used in his hands with extremely powerful power. It felt like he had a power that could turn decay into magic. It was a very terrifying thing to be an enemy of such a person.

Claudi is not a person who gives up easily. Years of workplace experience have developed her calm and persevering personality. It took less than a year for her to enter the "Yellow Spring". Before Lu Xuan arrived, she was the fastest sword saint.

Whether the "flaw" appears or not, she will continue to wait, waiting to give the opponent a fatal "shocking blow".

A flash of blood, and three more heads flew into the sky.

The opportunity came, and Claudi finally waited for the "flaw" she had dreamed of. The moment Lu Xuan cut his sword with his backhand, a small empty door appeared on the vest.

It was enough for a moment. Claudi moved forward without hesitation. The most powerful "sting" of the sword was the one she wanted to stab the sword into Lu Xuan's heart.

Lu Xuan was not aware of it, and Claudi was overjoyed, but the next second, she couldn't laugh.

She found that she stabbed into a "black hole" with her sword and found nothing. Instead, her body was pulled by a force and lost its balance and wanted to pounce forward.

Seeing Lu Xuan slashing at his big sword sideways, she finally understood that this "so-called" flaw turned out to be "bait".

This sensible person gave half of her body.

After Lu Xuan split Claudi in half with a sword, he looked around and there were corpses everywhere. There were few people who could stand there. Hundreds of "resistance troops" were completely cleared.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Lu Xuan continued to move forward with the sword because he knew that his real opponent had not yet appeared.
Chapter completed!