Tempered Immortal

On the other side, Ouyang Qin heart and the Ironclad Phantom Python are also difficult to understand. Although they are slightly superior, they want to separate wins and losses, and can not be done at three moments.

Lin Xuan took a breath, released the god, sensed a few dozen miles below, hidden a few yin qi, is flying here quickly to the extreme.

Such a fierce battle did indeed bring in the shadows.

Fortunately, in the shadows, it doesn't look particularly powerful, but you have to hurry up the time, otherwise something amazing has really come, but you can't regret it.

On the other hand, Zhang Taibai's thoughts are similar to Lin Xuan's.

It's just that he's not afraid of ghosts, it's the arrest of Biyun Mountain. I heard that some old monster from Yuan Baby, he's handed it to himself.

The Too White Sword Fairy, though arrogant, is not so arrogant as to rival the former Baby Brother.

In short, they both want to divide the wins and losses quickly.

In that case, no more experimenting with other magic talents, using the assassin directly at the bottom of the box.

One hit to win!

Zhang Taibai's expression became serious, his hands wrapped around him, his swords strangled, his words read in his mouth. Suddenly, his spiritual power all over him suddenly rose.

Though it is still the frontier of the condensation period, the quantity of magic alone does not seem to yield much compared to the old monsters of the former infancy.

Lin Xuan's face showed a bit of horror. Before, he really sat in the well and looked at the sky. I didn't expect to be among the Brothers of the Gedan Period, but he was also such a master.

But it's obviously also a magic trick that's not easily accessible.

Or, it will pay a lot to use it. Zhang Taibai's spiritual power spiritually rises, but his face looks like a dead person, and his forehead is full of cold sweat.

After seeing the scene, Lin Xuan dared not be careless. He was all green and flashed, and had opened the Nine Heavens Spiritual Shield.

Meanwhile, pointing a finger at the ancient shield in front of him, the treasure immediately flew back and circled around.

Zhang was too white to watch, his face revealed a slight sarcasm, and opened slowly: “I didn't expect to see dozens of times, your god's talent reached such a point, Zhang some admiration, but your path to fixing fairies is over, the next one is excellent, except for those old monsters of former infancy, no one can carry on. ”

The other spoken loudly, what a tongue.

Lin Xuan snorted, his face revealed an unexpected color, but his heart was cautious. Zhang Taibai, though shameless, was not such a hypocrite. Since he dared to say so, there must be some reliance on war.

Lin Xuan reached out his hand and patted it on the storage bag. He also took out the fairy ball.

If Zhang Taibai is blind, the other side's ancient treasure, though many, is just a futile struggle.

“Together!”

He scolded softly, the ten-finger bullets jumped more than ever, and the colorful light scattered from the surface of his body, suspended in mid-air.

Lin Xuan picked his eyebrows and licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue. These light points were only fist-sized, yet they were all pure and extremely spiritual.

However, under the auspices of his magic, they all poured into dozens of swords around him.

After absorbing these spirits, the sword trembled and buzzed.

Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly. There was a sudden bad feeling in his heart. He was hesitating to do it now, or to brake it statically. A shock came into his ear.

“Four Holy Beasts Sword Array, Lin Xuan, hurry up and let him not finish this god.” But Ouyang Qin heart in the distance, although dragged by Ironclad Python, divided a small half of his energy and kept an eye on this side of the battlefield.

Lin Xuan heard the words, his heart beat wildly, his lips suffered for a while, how could the other party be so unholy.

As the head of the righteous troika, Biyun Mountain has been handed down for tens of thousands of years. It is suitable for the cultivation of disciples with various qualifications and spiritual roots.

Though few in the top order, there are also several distinguished names, including the Four Holy Beasts Sword Array.

This god is said to have been created 10,000 years ago by a brilliant predecessor of Biyun Mountain. He has no power whatsoever. He has not met his enemies for centuries.

He alone defeated the Yuan Baby Elder Monster, with as many as seventy or eight, and countless other monks.

Of course, this sword repair is itself a master of Yuanbao Mid-Term.

Lin Xuan has been in Pyongzhou for such a long time. Naturally, this secret is familiar with his ears. According to him, since that predecessor's sword cultivation, Biyun Mountain has never been such a master. The Four Holy Beasts Sword Array has also become a distant legend. Isn't it necessary for Yuan Baby Brother to carry out this divine talent?

Lin Xuan was angry and anxious, but Ouyang Qin's heart obviously wouldn't lie to himself.

However, Lin Xuan soon settled down again. In any case, the cultivation of this person was only at the peak of the Gedan period. Even if he could really reproduce the legendary divine talent, it must be incomplete, in other words, the weakened version of the mountain.

I'm not sure I can do it!

Besides, even if they are willing to leave now, they will not stop, and how can they abandon Ouyang's heart?

In that case - go to war!

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and sacrificed the treasure of the beast's soul, turning it into a giant python of several lengths, circling over his head.

Then the clouds fell and the snowsword flew back out of the storage bag, with endless cold air, shooting towards each other.

Too white sword fairy was not moved, only a few pieces of Fu Xian were sacrificed. After the explosion, the spiritual power gathered together and turned into a blue-rayed monster, with the clouds falling into the snow sword fight.

Although the ancient treasure prevails, the other party intends to delay only two or three minutes.

“Disease!”

The fairy of the white sword finally finished the spell, reached out his hand and turned to the fairy sword in front of him a little more solemnly.

The sound of the sound, the sword flew up, gathered into four groups, and then merged together, wrapped in four different colors of spiritual light.

“The Holy Beast came?” Lin Xuan's face was hard to see.

“Humph, with all that eye power, soon you can die in peace. Don't worry, I'll make you a puppet.” Zhang's white face was filled with resentment and a hint of perverted madness.

Hands up, a hammer in the chest, and then a large mouthful of fine blood sprayed out.

Even the already weakened version of the cottage can be repaired and implemented by itself during the cottage period is a little too reluctant.

It is necessary to use this method of heavy loss of energy to reluctantly support it. It is even more hateful of Lin Xuan, losing so much fine blood. It is not easy to repair yourself without lowering a level. It is not easy to try to recover.

Now, however, it's not much of a problem. Let's just get rid of them.

Immediately after those seminal blood dissociations, they were completely absorbed by those four groups of light, and then the terrible spiritual pressure was released from them... (to be continued, go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)