Chapter 652: Sin of Killing

Liu Hulong was anxious to withdraw his hand, but he was not stupid. If there was a conflict, why would he rush to the front? But his previous action had already made the atmosphere tense.

Zhao Qing snorted lightly, and he would not show any trembling even if he died. Li Changxiao's eyes were fixed on Liu Hulong, and the killing intent in his heart had already risen. How could he not see the evil intention of the other party's move just now.

It was thought that when Liu Hulong withdrew his hand and retreated, Li Changxiao's right hand came out, with the sound of wind and thunder, quite irritable. Liu Hulong saw that hand coming, as if imprisoning the world. This person was very profound in Taoism. He was surprised and angry. He was irritable and domineering by nature. When threatened, he restrained his animal nature. He immediately let out a tiger roar and a dragon roar, which mixed together, shaking people's internal organs and hurting them. He was anxious to resist with spiritual energy.

Zhao Qing was deafened by the scream of Mu Laozu, and he got better recently. It stands to reason that one should be afraid of the sound-based magic. However, she remained calm, even though she was not majestic and surrounded by heroes. The reason why Mu Laozu could break through Li Changxiao's defense and hurt Zhao Qing was because his cultivation was a combination.

Liu Hulong was only in the middle stage of the Refining Void Realm, how could he have such ability? As soon as he heard the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon, Li Changxiao had already pressed his hand on his mouth. He suppressed the sound, and the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon suddenly sounded in Liu Hulong's body, shaking his blood and qi, causing his five internal organs to bleed, and he almost died in his own magic.

Li Changxiao threw it out casually, thinking that it was not easy for him to practice, and most people in the field were watching, so he didn't want to stain blood in vain, so he spared Liu Hulong's life for the time being and threw him away casually.

Liu Hulong knelt on the ground and vomited blood. The blood shot out of his mouth like a fountain, which was very scary, and his face suddenly turned pale. He was always domineering, but at this moment he was angry and panicked. The sound was originally invisible. This person pressed it with one hand, and then all the sound that was scattered out was pressed back into his mouth. He couldn't figure out the ability and practice.

Li Changxiao was too lazy to say more, "Everyone, please move aside. The secret of immortality is never in this realm. You and I know it very well."

Zhao Qing thought to herself: "How could they not know? It's just that in this situation, we need to find hope and believe." She swept her eyes over the crowd and saw that everyone looked playful and didn't believe it at all.

Tian Gu old man said: "Daoyou, the mermaids are eyeing us covetously. The prehistoric world is getting closer and closer. The human race is in danger. Since you have the secret of immortality, why don't you share the world and help the human race to survive this disaster and enjoy the name of eternity?" He moved them with carelessness, but his intention was sinister, intending to incite everyone and strengthen their thoughts. Backing up the righteousness, but seeking personal gain, it can be said that he is two-faced.

Li Changxiao and Zhao Qing were not angry. After years of practicing Taoism, he had seen all kinds of people. He was too lazy to talk. He also felt that Zhao Qing was surrounded by people, which was not good for her health. He pitied Zhao Qing's fate and admired her Taoism. Even if he didn't want to increase the killing, how could a cultivator be afraid of killing?

He finally warned: "If you don't leave, your life and death will be at your own risk." Seeing this, the old man Tian Gu was furious. He refused to listen to the good words and dared to take action.

This also made him more determined to guess in his heart, thinking: "This person definitely has the secret of longevity." He immediately took a step back, hid in the crowd, and incited everyone. Seeing that the situation was like a rolling torrent, it was no longer possible to resist. Everyone immediately used killing moves to strangle Li Changxiao together.

When the thousands of magic skills came, Li Changxiao always had a breeze blowing and blew away the magic skills. He strolled in the magic, and slowly drew out the Qingping sword with his right hand. Compared with the dazzling magic, the sword light was not dazzling, but it was impossible to ignore.

In the distance, Mu Qi couldn't sit still anymore and was about to set up a chessboard to help Li Changxiao with the world in the chess. But he was stopped by Mu Shu. Mu Shu said: "Don't worry, I think he can handle it." He thought in his heart: "I will let him consume some of his spiritual energy first, and then go to rescue him, so that he knows who is more powerful."

Mu Qi only felt that Mu Shu had already repented. In the past few days, he has personally experienced the wisdom of the demon. In his heart, he has already subconsciously believed her words and listened to her command. But Mu Shu is a demon girl after all. Although she has no intention of harming Li Changxiao, she is not wholeheartedly thinking about him.

She also wants to take this opportunity to secretly see how strong Li Changxiao is. Of course, her mind is complicated, and she is also mixed with anger, jealousy, resentment and many other thoughts.

But in that scene, Li Changxiao had already drawn his sword, the sword light was faint, and the killing intent was light. He first cut off Liu Hulong's neck, and then cut off the right arm of Tiangu Elder.

Easy and freehand, as if wandering in a poem and painting, although there were blood splattered on the stumps... but there was another kind of charm. Li Changxiao killed people just to kill, never cruel, and never to vent his anger. Under his sword, the man's life died well, and it should end perfectly here as it went along.

Mu Shu and Mu Qi gradually became obsessed with it. They had never seen such a killing. It was just killing, why was it so full of Taoism. Mu Shu had killed tens of thousands of cultivators and felt proud of himself, but now he thought silently that perhaps the realm of killing was not to kill. She felt something in her heart and thought to herself, "He is not killing people, he is just putting an end to a story, a life."

Mu Qi thought to herself, "No regrets after making a move, no regrets after making a move, a cultivator should be like this."

Li Changxiao was not stained with blood. He suddenly turned back and saw hundreds of cultivators lying in a mess behind him. Blood was dripping from the tip of the Qingping Sword, and he was walking slowly towards the remaining people.

At this time, the sky was snowing heavily, and because everyone used magic, it turned into heavy rain. The rain was mixed with blood. Li Changxiao thought to himself, "If you run away, I won't chase you." He walked slowly to give them a chance to think.

The remaining people roared angrily and came to kill again. Li Changxiao had long flowing hair, and although his murderous intent was weak, his sword was extremely fast, and even the light of the sword could not keep up with him.

Several more people died under the sword. There were hundreds of monks present, and now there were only less than a dozen left. Zhao Qing said: "If you leave, he will not pursue you. Life or death is all up to you." It's not that she is good at making decisions and is generous to others. But she gradually came to know Li Changxiao, understood Li Changxiao gradually, and spoke for him.

One person sneered and said: "It's a joke. If you don't know the secret of immortality, what's the point of living in vain?" After saying that, he also came to kill.

Li Changxiao's long sword slashed through him, and hundreds of monks were not spared. They all died.

Li Changxiao looked back and saw the blood-stained body with hundreds of corpses lying on the ground. He thought to himself: "Although I have no intention of killing, why am I always burdened with blood debt and murder?"

He turned around and left. He was not stained with blood, but only his footprints were stained with light blood, but it was quickly washed away by the rain.