Chapter 125 Ximen Chuxue ascends to heaven, his flying knife shocks millions of troops

The black army stretched out for miles.

The military flag with the character Yuan fluttering in the wind.

This is the army of the Yuan Dynasty!

At this moment, this million-strong army stretching for several miles was heading towards the Nanyang border, planning to conquer the Wu Dynasty.

"This time the whole world is conquering Wu, that Wu's energy has been exhausted."

"Oh, Martial King Xu Qianqiu single-handedly killed the nine demon kings of Nanyang. This strength is indeed amazing, but no matter how strong he is, he is still alone. It is really unwise to make enemies of everyone in the world."

"good……"

The front line of the army.

A man-made commander with a resolute face, his name is Yang Hou, one of the six military princes of the Yuan Dynasty, and the commander of this expedition to the Wu Dynasty.

Under his command, there are more than a dozen masters serving as vanguards.

Although such a lineup does not have the entire heritage of a dynasty, it is still amazing enough to sweep any country under the dynasty.

in addition.

There are also three great dynasties: Dazhou, Daqian and Dayu. They all sent out troops to conquer Nanyang from other places, and they were all elite soldiers and generals.

"General, there is someone in front!"

Sudden.

A scout came to Yang Hou and reported.

"Oh? Is it the Wu Dynasty's army? How many are there?"

"I don't know what kind of force it is, but there is only one person coming."

"one?"

Yang Hou couldn't help but look surprised.

one person?

How dare one person come to stop his army of millions?

"Let me go and have a look."

Yang Hou came to the place mentioned by the scout.

On a hill, I saw a handsome but cold-looking man in white clothes, holding a long sword with a black sheath in his hand, standing against the wind.

Sword intent was flowing around him.

Every move exudes a cold aura.

Under the influence of his aura, flying snow gradually floated around.

The person who came was none other than Xu Qianqiu’s subordinate, Ximen Chuixue.

"Excellent swordsman, I wonder why you suddenly blocked my army?!" Yang Hou looked at Ximen Chuixue with a solemn look in his eyes.

"Retreat or bear the consequences."

Ximen Chuixue said lightly.

"I see, you are King Wu's subordinate."

There was a hint of understanding in Yang Hou's eyes.

then.

He sneered, and his heavenly aura suddenly exploded, activating the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, completely locking Ximen Chuixue.

"But you, a great master, can you stop me?!"

After saying that, he stopped talking and struck out with a fierce palm.

The palm power is surging and extremely terrifying.

But Ximen Chuixue refused to retreat or avoid, and slashed out with a fierce sword.

The sword energy is sharp and cold.

The swords and palms met, and both sides retreated.

Just when Yang Hou was about to continue taking action, Ximen Chuixue suddenly felt a more powerful sword intent rising into the sky!

The meaning of the sword is like a rainbow, soaring to the sky and shaking the earth.

The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

The vegetation on the ground was actually covered with frost and snow.

The vitality of heaven and earth boiled, surrounding Ximen Chuixue. The long sword in his hand trembled, and the sword energy traveled around, freezing the heaven and earth.

this moment.

It's snowing heavily.

People are cold, swords are cold, and the heaven and earth are like the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter.

"This kind of breath... heavenly being!"

Yang Hou's pupils shrank slightly and his expression changed drastically.

did not expect.

Ximen Chuixue actually broke through the realm of heaven and man at this moment!

"Is this the power of heavenly beings?"

Ximen Chuixue looked at the sword in his hand and murmured.

He was originally a great master who could rival the gods. During this period, he often discussed Taoism with Wu Ming, and he was just one step away from becoming a god.

today.

He finally broke through.

this moment.

The sword intent around him spread out, covering the world, and under the cover of this sword intent, Yang Hou actually shuddered and couldn't help but feel palpitations.

"So strong!"

"This guy has just broken through to heaven, but his sword power is much stronger than most heavenly beings. Even I am far inferior!"

Yang Hou swallowed.

"One sword."

At this time, Ximen Chuixue's calm voice slowly sounded.

What's the meaning?

Before Yang Hou could react.

Ximen Chuixue took action.

The white sword light bloomed with the flying snow in the sky.

No one could describe how sharp and cold this sword was. Yang Hou felt that every hair on his body stood on end at this moment.

The unprecedented death crisis caused the true energy in his body to move crazily to the extreme in an instant, stimulating the surrounding energy to attack the sword light.

One palm, one sword.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

some.

Just a silent chill filled every corner of the world.

The next moment.

A blood arrow shot out from Yang Hou's neck, staining the wind and snow all over the ground. He was trembling all over and clutching his neck tightly.

"Okay, so cold..."

boom.

Yang Hou's body suddenly fell to the ground, and only blood continued to flow out.

The Great Yuan Junhou... fell.

Killed with a sword!

Ximen Chuixue gently blew the blood off the long sword, and then looked at the millions of troops in front of him, his eyes were indifferent and his sword was cold and cold.

"General, general is dead..."

"How could this happen? The general is a man of heaven. He, he was killed instantly with a sword. This man is so terrifying!!"

"What, what should we do now?!"

Yang Hou fell.

The army was leaderless and suddenly fell into panic.

When a general second only to Yang Hou saw this, he immediately ordered: "All troops, listen to my order, retreat thirty miles!!"

The shock of Ximen Chuxue's sword was too strong.

One sword cut off the heaven and man.

This means that he has the ability to take the enemy's head in a million-strong army.

As long as he wants.

He can kill all the generals in the army one by one.

At that time.

The million-strong army will be like a headless fly without a general, at the mercy of others.

The generals who saw this clearly naturally did not want to stay for long, and immediately ordered a retreat first, waiting for the next instruction from the Yuan Dynasty.

And Ximen Chuxue looked at the retreating army and ignored it.

One man and one sword, sitting cross-legged on the hill, closing his eyes to rest, feeling the sword, and quietly experiencing the mystery of the heaven and man realm.

And just on another border of Nanyang.

In front of Daqian's army, a black carriage appeared.

On the carriage.

Sitting was a thin middle-aged man.

The man was carving a wood sculpture, and he seemed to be very focused.

In front of the Daqian army, a corpse of a celestial being was lying on the ground, and on his head, a flying knife as thin as a willow leaf was stuck.

The flying knife was exactly the same as the wooden knife used by the man in black to carve the wood sculpture.

Just now.

The other party sent out a flying knife in a way that no one could understand.

Then.

The commander of Daqian died in front of them.

"How did this guy use the knife?!"

"Oh my God, he looks so weak, why is the knife he sent out so powerful, and can actually kill the celestial being in seconds!"

"Terrible..."

Everyone was extremely shocked.

Those generals were afraid that they would be stabbed in the next moment.

One person, one knife.

It actually shocked the millions of troops and they dared not act rashly!