Tempered Immortal

As he drank loudly, he saw a thousand swords uniting in the middle, and then a glittering sword emerged.

The surface symbol is sprayed thin and the force of the silk rule is released.

On the other hand, the fairy sword is suspended at the top of Lin Xuan's head. The entire treasure is wrapped in a glittering green light.

Lin Xuan is now in the middle of the ferry, the clarity of the magic is far less than that of the brothers of the same order, however, the innate spiritual treasure is unique, even he still can not fully exert his power.

At this moment, however, Lin Xuan did everything in his power to inspire the best he could.

The sword was gathered by magic, but it was like an entity.

With the power of a palpitating law, he slashed down hard.

“No... no! ”

Such a horrible attack will not be discolored by the ghost of heaven.

But it's obviously too late to hide.

His face flashed.

Take a deep breath and spit out your natural pubic breath.

The shadow of this fate is so small that even a thousand years of battle will not necessarily be able to recover. He will not give up until he has to, but at this moment, he cannot take care of it.

As soon as this object came out, it was absorbed by the treasure of Xuantian, and then the treasure made a great deal of light. In an instant, it actually grew more than ten times bigger and turned into a huge shield, blocking the sword that stabbed down.

The sour sound of teeth came into my ears, two treasures crashed into each other in the middle of the sky, and you fought for me, and you fought for each other.

In terms of power, this sword power is released by the innate spiritual treasure. It is sure to be sharp to the point where it cannot be added. The shield absorbs the natural gloom of the ghost and can't resist it.

The blackness on the shield's surface is diminishing.

Damn it!

The face of the heavenly ghost is ugly, but now it is a tiger riding, there is no way back.

Spell it!

His face flashed, his hands pinched, and there was no extra movement, but an incredible scene happened.

The breath that emanated from him became stronger at a rate that the naked eye could see.

The Shadowwind Rage, the energy between heaven and earth, is gathering this way.

Short of a cup of tea, each other's breath is more than twice as powerful as it was just now.

“This is...”

Lin Xuan was stunned first and then reacted: “You… you lit the fire of the roots. ”

The fire at its roots is something that only exists during a ferry period, yet no one is willing to do so without having to.

Without him, it consumes natural energy, although extremely difficult to repair, but tens of thousands of years of sitting, or eating some genius treasure, can always be repaired.

However, the damage caused by the root fire is permanent.

There is no point in sitting down, and today there are no talent treasures that can be restored... No, there are.

But those are all legendary Immortals, and in the Real Immortals world, they also seem very rare.

Not to mention the spiritual world, which is simply famous.

In other words, the damage caused by the fire of the roots is only theoretically repairable. In fact, it is difficult for a smart woman to cook without rice. Without those kinds of spirits, the damage to want to recover is just as difficult as climbing to heaven.

Don't look at the ghost of heaven at this moment, it has risen a lot, but by the end of this war, it will be difficult for him to maintain his state of affairs even without a meteor.

And once the boundary has fallen, it will not be possible to refresh it again.

Therefore, his heart for Lin Xuan, naturally hated the extreme.

But what use is that? The priority is to survive the immediate crisis. The fall of the border, though irritating, is much better than the loss of small lives.

Now that this has happened, frustration is useless and it is possible to kill a way of life only if every effort is made.

He was seen dancing with his hands, and there were ancient obscure spells coming out of his mouth.

As he moves, the shield does a great deal of darkness, blocking the sword's offense like a return light.

The Immortal Sword Chart is an innate treasure, but it's not omnipotent.

The key is still the user.

And the heavenly ghost at this moment, when the tiger is difficult to ride, bite his teeth and simply fight with Lin Xuan.

That's right, it's more spelling power.

Blocking such a fierce offense with a shield can consume a lot of power.

But will it be easier for the boy to drive the creatures of the innate?

The passing of magic is equally astonishing.

Well, let's see who can't hold it up first.

After all, treasures are good, secrets are good, and they all need magic as support.

Once the power has been rendered to nothingness, even if you are a ferry level immortal, there is only one person left to slaughter.

To this extent, the struggle differs from that of the master of the secular martial arts as if it were an endless ending.

Yes, either you die or I live. Heavenly ghost Saint Hate Lin Xuan is in the bones. He has lit the fire of the roots. He feels that the winning side is still quite large.

Lin Xuan Dou's experience is so rich, the other party's thoughts are naturally easy to see. Do they really want to compete with themselves? It really doesn't know whether to live or die.

My situation is clear to me, other gods dare not say, more than spelling power, even the other monks, Lin Xuan will not fight.

Since the winning ticket is in hand, Lin Xuan will of course have plenty of time.

Of course, that's in the heart.

On the surface, Lin Xuan's face was anxious, and his eyes revealed a few points of anger and fear.

Naturally, you want to confuse each other.

Make him think he's scared, so that he doesn't think of anything else.

Not to mention Lin Xuan's acting. Although the other party was on a ferry, he was fooled into the past without suspense.

With a cold smile on his face, he continued to fight Lin Xuan.

In the distance, the bursting sound of bursts into the ear, the Nine Heavens Lotus and the ghost are still fighting with each other, for a moment or three, it seems difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Lin Xuan doesn't care either.

That's it, time's running out.

A tea kung fu, both sides can not win and lose, the power of the ferry period, after all, is very deep, even if consumed dramatically, in such a short time, there will never be a last word.

Half an hour later, the situation still seems to be different.

Enemy is even, and both sides are still there.

……

Half a day later, the Holy Ghost of Heaven noticed that something was wrong. The Lin boy did not light the fire of the roots. He did not make a transition to robbery in the medium term. Is this power too deep?

A few doubts appeared in his heart, but soon, he noticed Lin Xuan's deep anxiety.

Yes, anxiety, a bit of fear.

Noting Lin Xuan's divine colour, the fears of the heavenly ghost holy originals quickly dissipated. This Lin boy's powers are indeed much deeper than those of ordinary monks, but it seems that he is no longer afraid of strong crossbows.