The territory of the Witcher is 1,700 miles away from Yinshan.

Xu Xian shook the immortal sword of Bai Zhan in his hand. The only blood on the straight sword was also thrown off. Under the night, the blade was shining with a silver light, and there was a solemn atmosphere.

Around the waist-length reed land, the bodies of hundreds of witch tribe warriors fell in this reed land. The dense reeds covered the blood and corpses, and the breeze blew around would stir up a strong smell of blood.

The smell of blood attracted several hungry wolves in the distance.

Xu Xian discovered that the wolf in the witch territory was much larger than what he saw on weekdays. The wolf with a height of more than three meters and a body length of more than seven meters had a huge and terrifying power.

However, these giant wolves dare not get close.

Because Xu Xian is here.

"The sword intention of breaking the magic is derived from the spirit-slaying sword style. With the evil aura contained in the sword of hundreds of battles, we will break all the magic and let his magic reach the sky. I will kill it with one sword."

Xu Xian murmured to himself.

He touched the threshold of the seventh level of sword intent, called "Breaking the Dharma".

Break all things.

It seems ordinary, but in fact it is the strongest sword intent condensed by Xu Xian at present. It is still budding at this moment. If it is truly mature, it will definitely be powerful.

Even if we only touch some thresholds now, it has already achieved results.

Among the witches on the ground, many of them know witchcraft, and some are proficient in curses and can control wind, rain, thunder and lightning. However, under Xu Xian's sword, all kinds of witchcraft were directly killed.

Invisible wind, water, fire, thunder, and tangible earth and stone can all be cut by today's swords. In this way, a sword can kill seven in and seven out, and even when Xu Xian killed hundreds of witch warriors, he did not use any other magic at all. He just held the sword and fought in close combat like a sword.

Not far away is a witch tribe.

It is a real tribe, just like a village.

What made Xu Xian strange was that when he came before, he saw hundreds of witch people burning, killing and plundering within this tribe.

"The witches have also had internal conflicts?"

Xu Xian was puzzled at first, but he quickly understood.

The witches also have robbers who are ill-gotten and do evil deeds.

This is the type of the hundreds of witch warriors he killed.

Although they are all regular soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding weapons, they are inferior to those of bandits.

Xu Xian returned the sword to the sheath at this moment and walked back to the witch tribe next to him.

The houses here are very large in size. After all, the size of the witch man is there. Even the witch man's child is as tall as Xu Xian.

At this moment, the tribal villages were also full of corpses, and some houses were burned.

But some people survived. When Xu Xian came, he saved more than a dozen witches, women and children, and they were all hidden in several intact houses at this moment.

Xu Xian didn't know how to deal with these innocent people, so he would definitely not be able to take them back. He would be helpless to stay here. If he was not lucky, he would meet the witch who burned, killed, looted, and then he could imagine the fate.

Xu Xian was thinking about his plan, and suddenly realized something at this time. He saw a man standing at the entrance of the village in front of him. He was over three meters tall and dressed casually, as if he was wearing a wide linen clothes, and his exposed muscles were as strong as rocks.

This is a witch.

There is also a long sword with a certain arc hanging around her waist. The sword is at least seven feet long and is surrounded by hemp ropes, which has a primitive texture.

When Xu Xian looked over, the witch also looked over.

The invisible sword intent collided with each other, and for a moment, the branches were slashed off by the invisible sword energy in the big tree.

The leaves are falling apart.

"There are also sword cultivators among the witches?" A thought came to Xu Xian's mind.

As soon as the thought came out, a sudden change occurred.

Feeling something strange behind him, Xu Xian drew his sword sideways and swept it. Then he heard a clang sound, and the sword blades intersected. Behind him was the witch man Xu Xian saw just now.

The opponent drew his sword and slashed. Fortunately, Xu Xian had a strong sense of his ability, otherwise he would have been killed.

"It's weird."

Xu Xian clearly saw that the other party was still far away, so why did he have another identical person?

This man came so strangely, like a clone.

"Is it an incarnation of the body?" Xu Xian also knew that some clones were not capable. Among them, the incarnation of the body was the most high-end, but it didn't look like it.

Because the next moment, Xu Xian had already cut the opponent into two pieces with one sword.

The witch man then dissipated invisible.

Not an incarnation of the body.

It's swordsmanship.

The opponent's sword intent can form something like the original body and can launch an attack instantly. Xu Xian's eyes lit up immediately, and this move is rare.

Quite rare.

It turns out that swords can still be used like this.

The witch sword cultivator over there was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that the other party could actually crack his sword skills.

The Witchman Sword Cultivator took a step forward, and in an instant, the offensive started again.

More than a dozen sword intent clones that were exactly the same as the witch sword cultivator appeared around, chopping, slashing, picking, and stabbing, attacking from all directions.

The power of each sword is enough to kill the spiritual immortal.

Xu Xian knew it was amazing. If he only used a single sword at this time, he would never be able to resist and would be killed in an instant. The opponent's witch sword cultivator was extremely capable, and if he was not careful, he would be overturned.

Pick a sword technique, the Tiangang Sword and the Earth Demon Sword flew out together, and Xu Xian used the method of flying swords to deal with attacks from all directions.

The sword energy flowed and the sword shadow flashed. In a moment, Xu Xian had already fought with the other party hundreds of tricks.

Before he knew it, the witch sword cultivator also rushed up and slashed his sword.

The sword is as strong as a mountain.

At this moment, it was like a mountain was smashed down.

There is no way to avoid it. Xu Xian swung the sword against the sword with the first glance at the door. The moment the sword edges intersected, he broke the mountain technique on the opponent's sword.

Blocked.

The Wuren Jian Cultivator's pupils shrank, and he thought he had never seen anyone block his move head-on, and he looked shocked.

At this moment, a little witch girl there might have heard the sound of fighting, got out of her hiding place and shouted at the witch sword cultivator.

The latter immediately stopped and quickly retreated to the witch girl, and then squatted down and stroked the other person's head with a care-looking face.

The witch man has the language of the witch man, but Xu Xian couldn't understand it.

He had saved these dozen witches, women and children before, but Xu Xian didn't understand anything he said.

But judging from this posture, this witch sword cultivator should not be an enemy.

The other party obviously knew the people in the witch village. Listening to the little girl's explanation, the witch sword cultivator's eyes at Xu Xian also became softer from the beginning.

After learning about the situation with the remaining dozen women and children, the witch sword cultivator had already put the long sword in the scabbard and walked over with embarrassment.

"I came back before and saw corpses in the village and saw you there again, so I misunderstood." The witch sword cultivator spoke in the immortal dynasty and bowed to Xu Xian.

...

A dozen witches, women and children, and the witches, sword cultivators, packed up the corpses in the village, and buried them in the same village. As for the thieves, they were thrown outside the village, and then there would be wild wolves and dogs to swallow them.

Xu Xian was like a bystander, watching the witches hold a funeral, and he understood the customs of many witches.

As for the witch sword cultivator, Xu Xian already knew the other party’s name at this time.

Fumang.

A very strange name.

However, the opponent's swordsmanship is really powerful. Xu Xian used eight success powers before, so he could only tie the opponent.

Such a powerful swordsman is living in seclusion in this small tribal village, which is really curious, but Xu Xian didn't ask, but asked another thing.
Chapter completed!