Suddenly, a loud roar resounded from behind the entrance of Xishan Mine.
At the same time as the shouts swept over, there was also a terrifying sword light that was several feet high. The sword light was slashed in the air, and more than a dozen Lin family cavalry were split into two in an instant.
The Lin family's cavalry was immediately in chaos.
"It's the young master!"
"The young master is here!"
When the Chu family cavalry who were surrounded in the mine heard Chu Ran's voice, they immediately shouted, and the weakened spiritual power around them surged again.
"The young master is here to save us, follow me and fight out of the mine!"
Chu Yue'er gave a loud shout and took the lead, charging directly towards the third elder and others.
Although she was born a daughter, she had recruited a son-in-law early, and she neglected to practice, her talent and qualifications were considered to be the best even if we look at the entire Chu family.
At twenty years old, she also has the cultivation of the seventh level of Star Casting Realm!
The seventh level of cultivation exploded, and with every spiritual arrow fired from the long bow in his hand, a Lin family cavalry fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the Chu family's cavalry also burst out with extraordinary fighting power.
The cavalry of both sides were fighting together, and the spiritual power was gushing out and rolling, shaking the entire Xishan Mountain. The bloody atmosphere filled the entire Xishan Mine.
"Chu Ran, you dare to come and die alone, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
When the third elder of the Lin family saw Chu Ran's arrival, his eyes suddenly turned murderous.
"Third Elder, the Chu family's cavalry are about to rush out!"
At this time, a subordinate came to report.
"You guys, follow me and kill Chu Ran. The others stop the Chu family's cavalry. They must be wiped out today, leaving no one behind!"
The third elder pointed to a few people, conveyed the order, and then immediately led a dozen people to mount their horses and rushed to the rear.
"Chu Ran, suffer death!"
Chu Ran, who was charging into the Lin family's cavalry, suddenly felt a cold feeling coming from behind him. He used his Lingfeng Kick under his feet, and a cold arrow streaked across his back, blasting a big hole in the ground.
"Lin Qian, the old thief!"
When he turned around, he saw the three elders of the Lin family coming to kill him, and a sense of murderous intent filled the air.
After returning from the forest, he originally wanted to snatch away the body of his third uncle and return to the Chu family, but unexpectedly, he encountered the Chu family's cavalry led by Chu Yue'er and was surrounded.
Naturally, he would not sit idly by and take action without hesitation.
"You alone want to save them? What a joke!"
The third elder of the Lin family had a look of indifference on his lips: "A lost dog, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
"The lost dog?"
Hearing these four words, Chu Ran couldn't help but frown. He Chu Ran, the dignified young head of the Chu family, how could he talk about losing his family's dog!
"It seems that you don't know it yet. In this case..."
The third elder of the Lin family paused for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand: "Then go die in ignorance!"
"kill!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen Lin family cavalry rushed towards Chu Ran.
"court death!"
Chu Ranli shouted, holding the True Cold Sword, and rushed towards the Lin family's cavalry.
The sword soul and star soul are running at the same time. As the spiritual power around the body rolls, the surging sword light forms a brilliant sword curtain, lingering around the body. With the blessing of the Mahayana Sword Intent, the sword curtain around the body is like a life-threatening scythe. Anyone who touches the Lin family's iron cavalry will die.
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In just an instant, no fewer than ten people were cut into pieces, including their horses, and blood spurted out.
"This is... the True Cold Sword?!"
"Master Lin Jian is dead!!"
When the remaining Lin family cavalry saw the sword in Chu Ran's hand, their hair stood on end and they screamed in surprise.
Young Master Lin Jian is at the seventh level of the Casting Star Realm, and he has mastered the true ruthless sword intent. He is a true swordsman!
Even the eighth-level martial arts cultivator of Casting Star Realm has few opponents.
But now, the True Cold Sword has fallen into Chu Ran's hands!
As a sword cultivator, there is only one situation in which the sword in your hand will fall into the hands of others, and that is death!
"You killed Master Lin Jian?!"
The entire old face of the third elder of the Lin family was distorted.
He originally thought that Lin Jian had not found Chu Ran!
Unexpectedly, Lin Jian was already dead!
Lin Jian, as the second genius of the Lin family, has always been cultivated by the family and had high hopes. Unexpectedly, he fell into the hands of Chu Ran.
First it was Lin Xie, then Lin Jian!
"Ah! Chu Ran! Our Lin family is going to tear you alive!"
The third elder of the Lin family roared angrily, and at the same time, a sword appeared in his hand. The roar of the sword echoed throughout the room, and he charged towards Chu Ran with a roar.
Chu Ran ignored the three elders of the Lin family and turned his attention directly to the remaining five Lin family cavalry.
"die!"
With one word out of his mouth, the True Cold Sword in his hand slashed out five sword rays in a row, suddenly slashing at the five people, directly smashing the spiritual power of the five people's body protection, sealing their throats together, and falling off the horse.
At this point, all the dozen or so cavalrymen brought by the third elder of the Lin family were dead!
Although these people are elites of the Lin family, each of them has a cultivation level around the fifth level of the Casting Star Realm, but with the blessing of Chu Ran's sword and the Mahayana Sword Intent, they have no power to resist.
This is the majesty of the Mahayana artistic conception!
The momentum is overwhelming!
Without the blessing of artistic conception, no matter how high their cultivation level is, they are nothing more than ants!
"Now it is your turn!"
After killing all the Lin family's cavalry, Chu Ran's bloodthirsty eyes fell on the third elder of the Lin family.
In the deep eyes, it is like a world of swords, with the endless sword shining brightly.
"Into the subtle sword intention?"
Being stared at by Chu Ran, the third elder of the Lin family trembled all over. Even the war horse under his seat seemed to sense the crisis and neighed and stopped in place.
"How can this be!"
Feeling the trembling from the sword in his hand and his horse, the eyes of the third elder of the Lin family were full of disbelief.
The artistic conception is subtle, this is an extremely difficult process.
Even though he has been practicing for more than fifty years, he still has not been able to reach this point. Every time he feels that he is about to break through, he finds that he has only scratched the surface.
Looking at the sword intent in Chu Ran's eyes, he finally understood why Master Lin Jian died in Chu Ran's hands.
"Is it subtle? You think it is, yes!"
Chu Ran grinned.
But this smile was like a life-threatening smile from hell, causing the entire body of the third elder of the Lin family to tremble slightly.
He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Even if your sword intention is subtle, there is only one end, and that is death!"
The tyrannical power of the eighth level of Casting Star Realm rolls over the whole body.
He wanted Chu Ran to know that even a subtle sword intention could not make up for the gap in cultivation between the two realms.
"Yeah?"
In response, Chu Ran just smiled and shook his head.
But the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, there was endless cold murderous intent.
The smell of the Chu family's blood was so strong that it stung his breath.
The third elder of the Lin family should also die and pay for the death of the Lin family members!
"sword!"
A loud shout was heard, and the sword curtain around Chu Ran instantly turned into ten thousand swords, flying out with one finger of Chu Ran's finger.
The roar of the rolling swords is like the roar of thousands of dragons, and the stirring wind and clouds in the heaven and earth suddenly rise.
Thousands of sword blades whizzed together, pointing at the three elders of the Lin family.
"No! This is definitely not the Ruwei Sword Intent. How can the Ruwei Sword Intent be so majestic!!"
When Ten Thousand Swords came, the expressions of the three elders of the Lin family suddenly changed.
He had seen many subtle artistic conceptions, but none of them had such terrifying majesty.