Inverse Sword God

However, in the quiet old house, there was a person sitting.

Sitting in the moonlight, this figure looked a little lonely.

However, if you look closely, it seems that you can find a different kind of breath.

Moreover, from time to time below there was a cold light shining out.

The light was sharp, like cold ice, the stinging person's soul was aching.

This figure is naturally Xiao Li. At this moment, he is slowly wiping the long knife in his hand.

The long sword was jet-black and simple in appearance. It looked like an ordinary sword at first glance, nothing special.

However, Xiao Li's expression was very careful, as if facing the most precious treasure in the world, his movements were very light and gentle, and he wiped every part of the long knife very clean.

For him, this jet-black long knife is his life.

Lin Xuan galloped all the way and finally came to the top of the old castle. He saw Xiao Li below, and he didn't make a sound, but watched quietly.

This is a kind of respect for Xiao Li. As a swordsman, he also knows the importance of weapons to a warrior.

Especially warriors like swordsmen and swordsmen regard them as life.

Moreover, he often wipes the Wind Shadow Sword and Starscar Sword, and his heart is very calm at this time, so he knows that Xiao Li cannot be disturbed at this time.

Lin Xuan landed slowly, like a cloud, floating in the ancient house.

Xiao Li didn't look back, he was still slowly wiping the jet black long knife. With his strength, he should have discovered the existence of Lin Xuan, but he didn't seem to know it.

Time is flowing, and an hour has passed in a blink of an eye.

During this period of time, Xiao Li had been wiping his jet black long knife silently, but Lin Xuan stood quietly like a statue.

He didn't speak, he didn't even move.

When Xiao Li wiped it for the last time, he clenched the long knife in his hand.

Subsequently, his whole personality changed. It was no longer the previous loneliness, but a cold sharpness instead.

His whole person is like a knife, arrogantly sharp to the extreme.

"Come on, I will go all out for this battle!"

Xiao Li knew that he and Lin Xuan were not acquainted with each other, and that the other party could wait for an hour quietly, and definitely wanted to fight him.

"it is good!"

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, and then pulled out the Wind Shadow Sword at his waist.

A more fierce and fierce aura gushed out, filling the surroundings of the ancient house.

The eyes are facing each other, like the shadow of a sword, light and sword, which makes the entire void make a click.

"We'll be the winner!"

Xiao Li said, his voice was cold, like a blade.

Lin Xuan was startled, and then slowly nodded.

No matter what method the opponent adopts, he will not lose.

One move points out the victory and defeat, which seems to be a fantasy to other warriors, but for the swordsman and swordsman, one move is enough.

The two confronted each other, their momentum continued to rise, standing in the ancient house like a divine sword heavenly sword.

Around the two of them, there were countless small swords and shadows, forming a special area.

That power is terrifying, even if the Venerable Half-step enters, he will be strangled immediately.

Although the two of them didn't make a move, the breath already made people tremble.

However, the breath did not stop, still rising rapidly.

Lin Xuan is very cautious, he must use his full strength in this trick.

Countless sword qi condensed behind him, and a real dragon phantom looked up to the sky and roared.

The voice was low and desolate, full of power, causing the air above to explode.

In front of him, a long sword phantom appeared.

The dragon head and the sword body, although a little dim, are full of shocking power.

On the opposite side, Xiao Li's pupils shrank sharply, and he naturally felt the pressure brought by the dragon head sword.

With a low shout, he also displayed the prototype of Wuhun.

His martial soul is naturally a long-sword martial soul, and the embryonic form of the sword soul is integrated with the black long knife in his hand, making Xiao Li's aura grow stronger again.

The jet-black long knife, which seemed primitive and unpretentious, was like a black jade at the moment, emitting a crystal clear light, and a sharp and earth-shattering breath came out from it.

The two young men exuded a terrifying power comparable to the venerable level. If anyone were here, they would definitely drop their jaws.

Because the aura of these two people is too strong, they can even fight against the Venerable.

Lin Xuan was also shocked, he was right in guessing, Xiao Lijue's strength was absolutely powerful, and he was probably the top existence among Tianjiao.

Take his breath, even stronger than Yan Chitian!

I am afraid that the other party is only one step away from the real Wuhun.

This is a very powerful opponent, and Lin Xuan believes that the winner of this battle will definitely be able to quickly condense a real martial soul.

So, this time he must win.

The two confronted each other, looking for each other's flaws, and preparing for a fatal blow.

They put all their energy on each other, and there is no extra power to explore the surrounding situation.

At this moment, another figure flashed quickly above the ancient house.

This figure was shrouded in black mist.It was like a ghost, without a trace of breath.

His eyes were cold, staring at Lin Xuan's figure, just like a sophisticated hunter staring at his prey.

He is also waiting, waiting for the best time to shoot.

Below, Lin Xuan is tall and straight, and his body is full of sword soul aura. At this moment, he has raised his spirit and energy to the highest level.

This is the best time for him to shoot, and if he misses it, he will have to wait a long time.

As a swordsman, he would never hesitate to shoot, so the next moment, Lin Xuan held the dragon-shaped long sword and stab it quickly.

However, at the moment he moved, the man in black in the dark smiled silently, and a black spear appeared in his hand and quickly threw it out.

This long spear is black all over, unlike the jet black of Xiao Li's long sword. This black is a kind of death, a gloomy color, as if there is endless resentment in it.

Like a ghost of lightning, this shot was reaching its extreme.

The void shattered, numerous cracks appeared, and the spear came to Lin Xuan instantly.

Originally, Lin Xuan was highly concentrated and concentrated all his energy on Xiao Li, but he did not expect that a fatal danger suddenly came from behind him.

This made his heart feel a little, and the whole person was tense.

At the critical moment, he gave up Xiao Li and fully resisted the fatal blow behind him.

In an instant, a layer of bright red armor appeared on him, forming the strongest defense.At the same time, the dragon-shaped long sword swung backwards, the sword light shining like a god.

Like three thousand thunders, rushing towards the rear.

However, he still underestimated the fatal danger.

The pitch-black spear exudes a gloomy ghostly air, like a river of Styx, rushing quickly.

Above it, there were countless screaming ghosts, turning the surroundings into a hell spring.

when!

Lin Xuan's long sword hit the spear head, making him deviate, but the long spear still stabbed him.

The next moment, the spear pierced his body