Tempered Immortal

The woman raised her hand and made a slight nod.

Black Mang did it, the remaining sixty-nine black water Shura knives were wrapped in black mang, and the power seemed to increase a lot...

The sound of the golden iron resonated constantly in the ears. After a clanging noise, the sword of the Nine Palaces was actually blown away by the stiffness.

Then those knives lashed towards the sky and joined in the middle.

The roaring sound was loud, the magic surged, the whole sky actually sank, the circle of circles, the wild wind, the black magic surged, the whole sky, that was getting more and more gloomy, although not reaching out five fingers, but it made people feel, also as if in the evening, the sun completely fell on the hillside.

Then from the demon, the hidden ghost roar, like the demon roar, what is it, for a moment, is hard to distinguish.

And in the wind, an incredible knife appeared in front of him, a hundred feet long, with dozens of ink wrapped around its surface.

Each ink is only two or three lengths long, yet its face is so extreme that it consists of the magic of water properties.

Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed and her face also showed a sighing color.

“Giant swordsmanship! ”

For the existence of their rank, this divine masterpiece is not surprising. However, ordinary fairy fixers, at most, increase the blade by more than a dozen times. There are seven or eight lengths in the sky. However, the magic knife in front of them breaks this limit. The vast and powerful power is not mentioned for the time being, and the prestige alone is amazing.

It's a distracted ancient demon, and this is truly an extraordinary demeanor!

Lin Xuan's heart is also admired, but there is no color of fear.

Naturally, he will also be able to do great swordsmanship. However, there is specialization in spells, Lin Xuan is involved in Hunting Hundreds of families. He has learned all kinds of techniques to repair the pulses of the fairy world. Although there are advantages, he has not practiced the five lines of spells in detail, unless he has a special preference, he has not reached the deepest point.

After all, Lin Xuan stepped into the fairy path, which was no more than a thousand loads. Although there are various kinds of Lindane magic drugs as an aid, there are limits to the opposite.

He can do the swordsmanship as well, but relative to this witch, he can get an axe at the door of the class, but it doesn't matter. What if the other party is more subtle, it also needs to be fought before it can be useful.

Anyone who says that the fight can only be carried hard, can stretch out the ability to bend the big husband, Lin Xuan's body flashed, has disappeared from the original place.

Transient shifts in the eyes of their hierarchy are not great, but Lin Xuan has now advanced to the phase of divinity. The nine days of microsteps carried out are still comparable to transient shifts.

The degree of subtlety is indescribable, nothing else mentioned, that Optimus Demon blade severely chopped down, the entire space collapsed and distorted, the square number of the circle, is affected, if it is the instantaneous shift, affected by this, it is not even possible, as soon as it is moved, it is torn into several petals by the force of space first.

However, the nine days of microsteps were unobstructed. Only a glimmer of light appeared, and Lin Xuan was already hundreds of feet away.

It could have been moved further, but at this point, hundreds of husbands are enough, simply avoiding each other's attacks and not trying to escape.

From this, it can also be seen that Lin Xuan's nine-day microstep has reached the point where the furnace fire is pure green, the receiver and the sender are by heart. After all, the founder of this method, the strength of Nine Days Xuanzhen, is far from compared to Lin Xuan, and is not an order of magnitude at all.

Boom!

A loud noise came into his ear, Lin Xuan punched the demon blade breaking method, but the ground was damaged. Only the black demon wind swept across his ear, flying sandstone, and his sight was completely covered.

However, Lin Xuan practiced Tianfeng's eyes, still clearly visible, only to see that the whole ground was actually severed by hard life, a huge trench into the eye curtain, long number, as to how deep, more difficult to estimate, countless magma, from inside, floating all over the place, the temperature around, also suddenly increased a lot, to reach the unbearable level of ordinary people, the scene is the same as volcanic eruption.

With just one blow, the power is so strong, and Lin Xuan is a little stunned.

And the process is complicated, in fact, it was done in a flash. Lin Xuan just stepped back in nine days. In his character, he will naturally not be the only person who can't fight back.

This time, however, Lin Xuan carelessly… the crisis has not been resolved.

Nice. He dodged the demon blade.

Soon, however, a dragon chanting into his ear, Lin Xuan raised his head and saw nearly a hundred ink claws, like he had pounded over.

That voice, compared to its old hundred dragon teeth, was no less colorful, even much stronger.

And the ink, originally wrapped around that Shura's magic blade, at that time, it was no longer more than two or three years old, but at this moment, it has increased more than tenfold.

Lin Xuan's face also revealed a slight surprise. The other party carried out a series of attacks. Don't think it would be lucky to escape the chopping of the Shura knife.

Lin Xuan's face was incredibly serious, but he was not afraid of anything. He reached out like a waist and touched it. He only saw the light together. A small bell appeared in his sight. It was no higher than a ruler. The surface was purple. All kinds of patterns were mysterious and ancient. There were also sprays of Ruwen's appearance.

Lin Xuan then pointed at the micro-bomb and struck the surface like a Bai Ling bell. He only heard noise, and countless demon birds like crows flew out of it.

Yet they are much bigger than crows, and they bear three evil eyes all over them, wrapped in a layer of grey white magic.

A gloomy cold gusts out. Although I don't know how powerful this fire is, I can tell from a glance that it is by no means an ordinary magic flame.

Although the corpse is a noble beast from the clutch period, after centuries of cultivation, Lin Xuan's power has also been increasing. Otherwise, Lin Xuan would have abandoned it for a long time. How can he make a fool out of it?

Without mentioning anything else, the power of a three-eyed corpse crow can be discerned at a glance from the volume.

There are more than three lengths of wingspan, a light fan, thousands of wind blades appeared.

Each diameter has a ruler, which emits a nauseating corpse gas, as well as a sharp sound into the ear, which at first glance is very different from normal wind blade technique.

Nor did the ink show weakness, opening the mouth of the blood basin and spraying one column after another from the mouth.

The columns are black with a strong corrosive effect and are equally powerful.

Boom!

The whole sky was vibrating, the water column columns collided with the evil wind blade, the wind blade was invincible, yet the three-eyed corpse crows had no fear.

“Shh!”

An irritating cry enters the ear, and the ravens spit out a grey white corpse fire. This thing contains the venom of a rotten corpse, much more powerful than just the evil wind blade.

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