Liu Xun knew that the foreign cultivator would not kill him. No, he should not dare to kill him because he was related to his future. It is conceivable that the ancient secret techniques and magic weapons are the dream techniques and weapons for everyone, let alone a foreign cultivator who was robbing the land.
Although he knew that the foreign cultivator would not kill him, he was not naive enough to think that he would feel good. Even if he could not die, he would probably be in a state of being unable to live or die. What made Liu Xun even more angry was that this dog actually regarded him as a ready-made secret method, and his eyes were full of determination.
These thoughts came to his mind in an instant, and when the thought came to his mind, the silver spear also touched Liu Xun's shoulder!
"Damn it, at worst I'll lose an arm. No, even if I die here, it will never be as you wish."
Looking at the spear close to his left shoulder, Liu Xun cursed in his heart, a hint of madness appeared in his eyes, and he clenched the Qilin Spear in his right hand, ready to "cut off his arm for righteousness", but the next moment, not only was he stunned, even the foreign monk was shocked.
Just when the silver spear just touched Liu Xun's shoulder, no, it should be just when it just touched the Kirin armor, a red light like a flame suddenly flashed. With the appearance of the red light, the silver spear let out a mournful cry, and the light of the spear body completely dissipated, while there was not even a trace of wear on Liu Xun's shoulder.
The silver spear returned to the foreign cultivator's hand, and a dim light merged into the foreign cultivator's body. Then the foreign cultivator's face changed drastically, and he looked at Liu Xun with eyes full of doubt and fear.
"You... you are the monk who broke through... the catastrophe... on the battlefield a year ago!" The foreign monk stammered and spoke incoherently, his body actually began to tremble slightly.
The moment the silver spear returned to his hand, the spirit of the weapon told him its thoughts. Coincidentally, a year ago, when Liu Xun was wearing the Qilin armor and fighting among a group of monks, the original owner of the silver spear died at the hands of Liu Xun.
You know, the Kirin Armor can withstand the full force of the Ninth Heaven Breaker. At that time, there was no Breaker in the battlefield below, so Liu Xun, who was wearing the Kirin Armor, did not need to do any defense at all. Of course, his neck and head still had to be protected because the armor did not extend to the head.
In that war, he killed hundreds of people if not a thousand. Naturally, he would not remember such a monk, let alone pay attention to a weapon in the fight between millions of monks.
But weapons are different. They are extremely sensitive to the breath of their own kind and will never forget it once they have come into contact with it, let alone the Kirin Armor that directly ignores their attacks.
The Kirin armor did not emit any breath before, so the Silver Spear Spirit thought it was just a similar one. After all, the world is so big that there are countless similar objects, not to mention armor and weapons.
But the moment it touched Liu Xun's shoulder and the moment that aura appeared, it understood. Although it didn't know whether Liu Xun was that person, it was sure that this set of armor was definitely the armor of the previous tribulation-breaking monk.
The foreign cultivator's majestic body was trembling, his eyes revealing fear and dread. If Liu Xun was really the cultivator who had broken through the catastrophe in the red wanted order, then he was not worthy of being killed.
Even ants try to survive, let alone humans. No matter whether it is the foreign monk in front of them or the spirit of the silver spear, they do not want to die. The information conveyed by the spirit of the silver spear to the foreign monk is like a depth charge, which instantly stirs up thousands of waves.
As the foreign monk's trembling words came, Liu Xun frowned slightly. What he was thinking about at this time was why the Kirin Armor did not defend when the foreign monk attacked him, but had to wait until the silver spear stabbed at him before it automatically resisted. Could it be that there is a difference between the person and the weapon
He shook his head and sighed. Even he himself would not believe this reason, but it didn't matter anymore. After all, the Qilin Armor had indeed blocked an attack for him.
As for why Liu Xun didn't discover it a year ago, it was because in the war a year ago, the number of cultivators on both sides had reached millions. It is conceivable that in a melee involving millions of people, how could he pay attention to these details
At the moment Liu Xun was thinking, a gleam of light flashed in the blue pupils of the foreign monk. He guessed that Liu Xun must not be the person from a year ago, because that person's cultivation level was breaking the calamity.
If Liu Xun was that person, I am afraid I would have been killed by him long ago. If a cultivator who has broken through the tribulation wants to kill a cultivator who has robbed the earth, he doesn't even need to do anything. It's just like he killed those villagers. With a wave of his hand, they will completely disappear from this world.
Thinking of this, the foreign monk snorted coldly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the silver spear in his hand appeared again. This time he wanted to kill Liu Xun, and then bring him back to the headquarters and use secret methods to read Liu Xun's memory.
Although Liu Xun's entire body was covered with the Qilin armor, the attack of the foreign cultivators might be ineffective, but what about his neck? What about his head? What about his eyes? If the foreign cultivators wanted to kill Liu Xun, he had plenty of ways to do it. A set of armor could not change anything.
But this was just the foreign cultivator's own thought. When Liu Xun saw the change in the foreign cultivator's expression, he had to admire his psychological endurance and adaptability. In just a few breaths, he had defeated the fear and dread in his heart. He was indeed a talent.
But Liu Xun had no intention of cherishing his talent. Firstly, this fellow who was as strong as a bear was from a foreigner. Secondly, he himself didn't know whether he could survive. How could he have the heart to consider an irrelevant person
But despite this, Liu Xun's will to fight became stronger and stronger, and the chance of winning he secretly calculated in his heart became higher and higher, because he could give it a 90% chance, and the source of this 90% confidence was the Kirin armor on his body.
As for the remaining 10%, part of it was due to the uncertainty in his own inference, and the other was that his neck and head were exposed, and he had seen the power of the silver spear with his own eyes.
If it pierces my head, what will be left of my head? Thinking of this, Liu Xun took a deep breath. Just thinking about it made his scalp numb and his back chilled.
The foreign monk's majestic body was like a mountain, and the silver spear in his hand was shining brightly. Liu Xun gently touched the wound on his neck, and a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes when he looked at the foreign monk. The next moment, almost at the same time, the two of them moved at the same time, but their purposes were different.
The foreign monks wanted the ancient secrets and magic weapons, while Liu Xun wanted to survive for himself and... for his fellow countrymen who died! Although their goals were different, their goals were the same, which was to kill each other! (To be continued)