The three cultivators' cultivation base was around the peak of the innate realm, but they had not yet broken through to the realm of robbery. Liu Xun's eyes remained calm and he said nothing. The cultivators around him were all watching with an air of spectatorship, and none of them wanted to get involved.
"Young Master, save me!" The woman also asked Liu Xun for help.
Liu Xun put the last piece of steamed bun into his mouth, then drank a sip of water, and stood up to leave the teahouse. He did not have a killing habit, and the other party was just some scoundrels, so Liu Xun did not want to pay any attention to them.
However, just as he was about to leave, a monk's face turned cold, and a dagger appeared in his hand, pointing at his back.
Liu Xun's eyes remained calm, but his face darkened. Not causing trouble didn't mean he was afraid of it. The other party had provoked him again and again, which made Liu Xun a little angry.
With a flash of blood, the Qilin Spear appeared in Liu Xun's hand. He turned around and stabbed with it. Liu Xun's speed was extremely fast. The dagger was pierced by the Qilin Spear and instantly turned into iron powder. A stream of blood splashed, and the Qilin Spear was inserted into the arm of the cultivator!
The cultivator's arm was directly pierced by the Qilin Thorn, but Liu Xun did not stop. He turned it slightly, and the cultivator's arm was instantly turned into minced meat. The weapon was put away, and a huge scream came from behind Liu Xun.
This is a world where the strong are respected, killing is just a game, and life? Too insignificant, the monks in the teahouse did not change color because of this, but applauded, with bloodthirsty eyes, as if they were watching a movie.
When Liu Xun shattered the cultivator's arm, the other two cultivators were stunned. They did not expect that Liu Xun, with only his innate cultivation, could burst out with such power. But how could they know that Liu Xun's cultivation had now reached the level of robbing people
Being distracted is a fatal mistake in a life-and-death duel, but the one who made the mistake was not Liu Xun, but the enemy.
Liu Xun was a decisive person, he would either not kill or not kill, but once he decided to kill, he would not let anyone go. There was a flash of blood, and three heads rolled to the ground. Three columns of blood splashed out like fountains, instantly dyeing the floor of the teahouse red.
Blood was all over the floor and the whole teahouse was filled with the smell of blood. Liu Xun slowly put the Qilin Thorn behind his back and turned to walk downstairs.
At this moment, the three corpses suddenly turned into three blood rays and merged into his body. Liu Xun was numb to this scene, but it did not mean that the cultivators around him were also numb. At this moment, all the cultivators' faces changed, and they looked at Liu Xun with fear in their eyes.
When Liu Xun's figure disappeared, all kinds of words were heard in the teahouse.
"What kind of skill is this? It's so cruel..."
"This must be a kind of magic, that person must be an evil cultivator!"
"That's right. Otherwise, how could he kill three innate cultivators in an instant with just his innate cultivation?"
"Go tell the mayor that his three nephews have been killed and their bodies are missing..."
"Hehe, there's another good show to watch. I hope that monk doesn't leave too quickly..."
Liu Xun walked aimlessly on the street and did not hear the words in the teahouse. He could hear the shouts of hawkers all around him. This was a prosperous town.
He casually bought some dry food and prepared to eat it on the road. After about an incense stick of time, a long rainbow appeared across the sky. It was an old man who looked to be over fifty years old.
There were dozens of cultivators following behind the old man. Their cultivation levels varied, but only five or six of them had been promoted to the innate level. As soon as the old man arrived, a cultivator whispered something in his ear, and the old man's aura locked onto Liu Xun.
Liu Xun's eyes were calm as he looked at the old man in front of him. The old man's cultivation was only at the fifth or sixth level of the Robbery Realm.
"You evil cultivator, are you the one who killed my three nephews?" The old man took out a big knife and pointed it at Liu Xun and shouted.
When Liu Xun heard this, he understood in his heart that since the young one had died, the old one had come to take revenge. He sighed in his heart. He had already realized that it must be the monk in the teahouse who reported the news, otherwise the other party would not have come so quickly.
Treating other people's lives as a joke, this world...
Liu Xun slowly pulled out the Qilin Thorn. He knew that this war would not end and there would only be killing. And he couldn't die now, so... they had to die!
The fight was about to break out, and neither side had any extra words to say.
A sharp light flashed in Liu Xun's eyes, and the Qilin Thorn flew like a blood dragon. In just a moment, eight monks died!
It’s not that Liu Xun’s cultivation is too strong, but that the opponent’s cultivation is too weak. However, Liu Xun did not relax because of the opponent’s cultivation, and still used all his strength in every attack!
When the old man saw this, his face changed drastically. He didn't expect Liu Xun to be so strong. After saying something to a cultivator beside him, the cultivator quickly ran to the back.
At the same time, the old man shouted angrily and came towards Liu Xun with his sword. Liu Xun snorted coldly and showed no weakness. He waved the Qilin Spear in his hand like a green dragon emerging from water and collided with the old man's sword.
With a loud 'bang', the old man actually took a few steps back, his eyes full of shock. It was no wonder, Liu Xun's power was too great, one blow was enough to shatter gold and split stone, even a monk would find it difficult to resist.
Seeing this, Liu Xun did not show any respect to the old man. He took a step forward and pointed the sword in his hand at the old man's chest. The old man's face changed drastically, but if he retreated, he would surely die.
Unable to retreat, and unable to win in a head-on fight, the old man gritted his teeth, picked up the big knife, and with a silver light coming out of the blade, he chopped towards Liu Xun.
Liu Xun's eyes were calm, but the blood in his body was boiling, flowing upward from the bottom, the blood was flowing backwards! His face turned red!
With a low roar, his jet-black hair moved without wind, and his figure suddenly disappeared. He reappeared behind the old man. The old man's face changed drastically at this moment, but it was too late.
The monks around were all shocked. Even if they wanted to help, they had no idea where to start! Just as the Qilin Spear was about to pierce the old man's heart, Liu Xun suddenly felt a pain in his chest, followed by a cool feeling.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his movements slowed down. However, in a life-and-death battle, one second is enough to decide the outcome. As he slowed down, the old man escaped.
At this moment, an arrow popped out from Liu Xun's chest. It was an arrow that went straight through his right chest. Liu Xun took a breath of cold air. If this arrow had pierced his heart, he would have been dead now!
With a fierce grit of his teeth, Liu Xun pulled out the arrow from his chest. A column of blood splashed out. With a muffled groan, he stopped the bleeding and turned around to look back.
That was also an old man with a bow in his hand. Liu Xun looked at the old man holding the bow in front of him and guessed that he must be the opponent's strong reinforcement. The old man with the big knife sent away a monk and it did not escape his eyes, but Liu Xun did not care. (To be continued)