Inverse Sword God

"It's useless, no one can find me!"

The voice of the black-robed youth rang around, very ethereal, making it impossible to find where the real body was.·

"You can try!" Lin Xuan sneered.

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!" The black robe youth's voice was cold.

When the words fell, the air on Lin Xuan's left was suddenly torn, and the black sickle was cut down mercilessly.

call out!

A sword light flashed, piercing the blade accurately, and the terrifying force directly caused the blade to deviate from the direction.

boom!

The black sickle slashed on the ground, marking a crack, and countless rubble rolled to the sides.

The hard black ground was finally broken at this moment.

After a sword succeeded, Lin Xuan's eyes became fierce, and the Qiuhen sword in his hand stabbed again, as fast as lightning.

At this time, the black robe youth had already disappeared.

"Fengdi Yijian!"

Lin Xuan took Fengdi's sword to its extreme, and the sword body became transparent, as if it had disappeared, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This scene was extremely strange, as if the long sword had been broken in half.

However, a smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.

puff!when!

A low voice sounded from the air, and then a figure appeared.

"What? He hit it!"

The people around looked at the embarrassed young man in black robe, their expressions shocked to the extreme.

"Impossible, how did he find out!" The disciple of the Shadow Palace screamed.

Even some elders frowned.

"Monkey, he must be blind!"

The shocked expression on the black robe youth's face did not fade. Like those disciples, he believed that Lin Xuan's sword was blind.

He comprehended a hint of the artistic conception of the wind, and he was able to blend into the wind, which most people would not find out, let alone hit him!

Thinking of this, the black robe youth calmed down.

After shaking his body, he disappeared in place again.

Whoosh!

The black sword light tens of meters long passed through the air, but the body of the black robe man never appeared.

call out!

The dazzling sword light lit up, as if cold light, illuminating half of the ring.

Bang!

The black robe man's body was shaken out again, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before he stopped.

"This is impossible!" He finally lost his composure.

Lin Xuan did not respond, but quickly attacked.

The power of wind and thunder surged, and Lin Xuan's speed was extremely fast.

If a careful person can find out, Lin Xuan's body is beginning to become looming, sometimes unable to sense it.

The thunder and lightning rushed, the wind roared, the wind and thunder merged, and the terrifying sword aura tore the sky.

A sword stabbed out, and the air within ten meters around was evacuated.

when!

The black-robed young man held a two-meter-long black sickle, which turned into a semicircle in the air, blocking Lin Xuan's sword light.

But the next moment.

Lin Xuan has come to his side.

The left fist was like a dragon, suddenly blasted.

Thunder and lightning hit the black sickle instantly, and the terrifying force made the black robe man back more than ten meters.

"Fengdi Yijian!"

The sword light disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had already pierced the black robe man.

Stabbed!

The black robe was torn apart, and a half-meter-long sword mark appeared on Wuying's body.

Fortunately, he has a black energy body, and this sword did not hurt him.

However, the embarrassed appearance made him even more angry.

"Dare to make a fool of me, you are not sorry for your death!"

Wuying tore the black robe apart, revealing a black armor.

Like a warrior walking out of hell, Wuying's body was filled with black air, with a gloomy breath.

"Death sickle!"

Wuying gave a low cry, the black sickle formed a terrifying offensive, and the sharp blade made terrifying cracks appear on the entire ground.

The black wind blade wrapped Lin Xuan, and as long as it touched it, it could tear people apart.

This kind of attack, I am afraid that the warriors of Linghai Seventh Layer could not resist.

"Lightning storm!"

Lin Xuan urged his spiritual power to form a terrifying scene within a few tens of meters.

The wind and thunder, the gust of wind roars, like thunder.

The two forces collided, sending out violent energy fluctuations, and violent air waves swept all over.

call!

The overflowing energy quickly spread to the edge of the ring, and everyone felt that their chests were stuffy, and they couldn't resist it.

Buzzing!

The black ring glowed, forming a translucent light curtain on the edge, blocking the storm on the ring.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the court again.

The two-meter-long black sickle formed a terrifying wind blade attack in front of Wuying.

At the same time, he drew a black rune with one hand, forming a black light rain, and attacked Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan slowly raised the Qiuhen Sword above his head, and the aura on his body gradually became fierce.

Just as the divine sword was out of its sheath, the overwhelming sword intent gushed out, accompanied by a dragon chant.

Behind him, a hideous dragon head loomed.

The sword aura roared, tearing up the air above, and a terrifying sword intent swept all over.

At this moment, everyone in the entire valley looked over here, with shock in their eyes.

"Sword Intent!"

"This is sword intent!"

Everyone was stunned, and the elders of the Shadow Kingdom had a gloomy expression to the extreme.

"Sword Intent, but one of the most terrifying means of attack!"

Lin Xuan's momentum at the moment had already climbed to an indescribable height. I'm afraid that no one can resist under the spiritual realm.

"Sword intent, what a terrifying sword intent!"

The disciples Liu Qing, Ding Zhe and others who were not convinced all fell into a sluggishness.

In the distance, such peerless geniuses as Zi Ye and Yu Fei also showed solemn colors.

"Dance of Death!"

Wuying looked at the figure ahead, trembling slightly.

He firmly grasped the black sickle, and the spiritual power on his body ran wildly.

Dozens of black edges appeared on his body surface, forming sharp blades with the black sickle.

call!call!

The sickle turns, with the breath of death, like the dead in the night dancing.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Shadow Palace, Wuying used all his strength at this moment.

Lin Xuan stood still like a rock, and he felt the danger of death.

However, this did not shake his confidence.

"Wind thunder cut!"

The Qiuhen sword crashed down, carrying the sword intent of a big dragon, like a heavenly sword.

The air waves on both sides flew upside down, forming a fifty-meter vacuum zone in the center, and the terrifying sword light instantly flooded the front.

Wuying also carries a black sickle dance, transforming into a huge sickle phantom, cutting upwards.

Most of the ring was shining, and everyone couldn't see clearly, let alone dared to explore the soul power.

Sword intent is extremely sharp, claiming to be able to cut through nothingness, not to mention soul power!

On the edge of the ring, the translucent light rippled like bubbles, as if it could break at any time.

Everyone stepped back three meters subconsciously and looked nervously towards the ring.

After a long time, the sword light disappeared, and the ring regained its clarity.

Everyone couldn't wait to look around, and suddenly took a breath.

A terrifying sword mark appeared on the extremely hard ground, which was more than thirty meters long.

In the cracks, there is a figure teetering