Tempered Immortal

It became hasty, but Lin Xuan's face had no fear at all.

Raised his right hand, a finger like that demon's blood flashed past.

“Die! ”

The white women's pupils are microscopic, with the vast experience of Feng's double magic fighting, and they have never seen such a daring immortal, they actually regard their knife and light as nothing. Do you want to get a white blade empty-handed?

Idiot, you'll pay for your own light enemies.

Her eyes flashed, her hands danced, several tricks lasered out from her fingers, with the woman's movements, the blood was slightly blurred, instantly turned into more than a dozen bloody rays.

The whole process is complicated, but not instantaneous.

Feng's double-demon Hermitage, this woman changed quickly, obviously this bloodshed, has been refined by her to the point of driving the mind.

However, Lin Xuan reacted faster as she moved quickly.

What about the post-mortem?

Seeing a dozen bloodstains cut like themselves from different angles, Lin Xuan's right hand simply swung forward.

Without a flame.

But as he moves, there are spatial fluctuations, and the void in front of him ripples from the starting point, illusoring more than a dozen arms.

They all slightly curved their fingers, seemingly in a hurry, and burst into the past with blood from different angles.

“Psst!”

The sound of metal crashing into the ear, Lin Xuan's timing was pinched just right, the dozen bloodstains were blown apart, no, it flew backwards.

“Impossible! ”

The woman in white glared at her eyes and her face was full of incredible colors.

His own god knows best. The sharp edge of this blood knife is that his brother must also retreat from the third house. With the stiffness of his body for 10,000 years, he can't dare to carry it.

And the other party lifted the weight slightly, and without any treasure, it dissolved its attack between the fingers.

Are you kidding me? Is this the fairy fixer from the late Ferry?

No, even if it's a monster of the late Feast, unless it's a top man like King Kim, 100 percent won't dare do it.

And King Jin Qiao is one of the six kings of the pussy. His identity is revered. How could he come to this auction in Black Rock City, let alone take treasure? Although rare, this bronze furnace is not worth mentioning for King Jin Qiao. Forcing doesn't make people laugh off their big teeth.

In his capacity, he would never do that.

But besides King Kim, she couldn't think of any other strong person. Her body was so strong that she came to pick up her own treasure with her bare hands.

The girl in white was curious, and Lin Xuan could not tolerate her thinking.

Not to mention that Lin Xuan now wants to kill a bloody path, and reason must cut off the strong enemy in front of him.

Doesn't mean we have to kill her, but at least we can't let her get in the way.

Lin Xuan's fighting experience is equally rich. Once the other party's offense is broken, the next counterattack will be reasonable.

He said that the cloud running water could not be too much, Lin Xuan's right hand retracted, holding his five fingers tight, and then exhaled, punching forward.

It's no surprise, but the law of power follows.

Spike...

The cracking sound enters the ear, the sky is shady, the original void space, and a thick crack in the thumb appears.

That scene was so familiar, it was a blow to Gongxuanwu, there was a difference in the work.

It may be too powerful to say, because the fractures in space, both wide and wide, are a little smaller than just the true spirit.

However, Xuan Wu Gang was fighting against the three immortals at the same time. At this moment, Lin Xuan only has the woman of Feng's two demons in front of him.

In this way, even if the true power is overwhelming, the pressure on this woman alone is far from comparable.

Lin Xuan will not pity Xiangxiaoyu.

Feng's twin demons were originally fierce spirits. It's not a shame to die. Lin Xuan didn't hold his hand.

At such a close distance, this woman could not hide any longer. Her magical magic trick, Lin Xuan was impressed. After a long period of cold eyes, she naturally would not repeat the mistake of Gangtian Sword.

“Ah!”

The scream came into her ear, this punch, the woman got sturdy and was directly beaten out.

She was a ghost with no entity, so she didn't see blood gushing out, but her face was obviously a little paler and her form was a little blurred, and the trauma was obviously quite minor.

“Sister! ”

Years later, the demon had suddenly changed colour, and had rushed up with a roar.

The face flashed a shady color, the two ghost claws merged into the middle, the wind clouds changed color, a huge fist came out of the void, the crackling bone burst out loud, five fingers held tight, and hit Lin Xuan hard.

Although there is no law of power, that power is also very small.

Lin Xuan suddenly changed color, but there was no fear in his face. The other party's offense was really strong, but facing himself, it was just a waste of effort.

This time, Lin Xuan did not apply the law of strength, and the 10,000 years of demons specialize in refining the body. He spelled hard with him. Even if he could win, he would not take advantage of much.

Now is not a good time to be brave, surrounded by strong enemies, if you don't pay attention, you might drink hate here, so you can't spend a moment here, you have to kill a blood path at the fastest speed.

If you want to chop off fast knives and hemp, the use of treasure tricks is very much considered.

Like just now.

Faced with the woman in white, she applied the law of strength, because she was not good at refining her body, so she could be long and short.

Today, in the face of the centuries-old demon, this idea, regardless of the tactics used, is very different.

This time, Lin Xuan did not confront the enemy empty-handed, but sacrificed his natural treasure.

When he saw his right hand raised, his five-finger grip falsely, a fairy sword emerged from between his fingers. The sword was as thin as a cicada's wings, and he glanced at it, and it was actually translucent.

The sword seemed fragile, but it had the power of a palpitating law.

The law of the sword can tear apart everything in the world.

Lin Xuan shook his hand and swung it down.

The whole process was silent, but the split saw an unusual swordsmanship, cloud-covered days, and the noise was magnificent.

But at a glance, it quickly disappeared, and all the swordsight, as if it had been compressed together, turned into a thin filament.

The watching fairy knotted her tongue, turning her sword into silk to such a point, is unheard of.

Not to mention the power of the law.

“Bad!”

Ten Thousand Years of Dead Demons also see things wrong, but at this moment, where is the time to make him talk or hide?