Tempered Immortal

Lin Xuan's face flashed with a glimmer of joy, his hands and tricks changed, with a pure and unusual power, to maintain the fierce attack in front of him.

And that's not all he's got!

Though the incarnation strength is insufficient, the chances of hitting a water dog like this will certainly not be spared.

Sleeve robes flashed.

The black glow, a black gas emerged, flashing slightly, and turned into a treasure in the shape of a handle willow leaf.

Blackwater Shura knife, originally only a distracted treasure, however, Lin Xuan gave it to the incarnation for use, naturally will not ignore it, added several different treasures, after re-cultivation, the power increased by one stroke.

The incarnation waves with both hands, and a magic trick comes out of the laser between the fingers.

Blackwater Shura knife black magnificent, every handful wrapped in pure and unusual magic, such as storms and rains, whistling forward, also joined the attack on the poor.

One more person, one more force.

The realm power of the incarnation is not worth mentioning compared to the poor, but in this case, attacking can also greatly increase the pressure of each other. Anyway, idle is idle. Does the incarnation of Anchi not become the last straw to crush the camel?

Lin Xuan thought so.

The incarnation then sacrificed a number of treasures, the sword gun and the trident were different feet, the spiritual beard was more shady and inky, illusory more than a dozen skull mouths sprayed with lightning, the momentum was like the other party's flying away.

Boom!

At this point, another loud burst of sound enters the ear.

Lin Xuan circled his head and saw the bone chips flying. The three bone dragons had been bombarded into powder by their own method.

Lin Xuan's heart was delighted, and Lo Xiang, the Nine Gods of God, flew here.

Just a mouth in the middle of the head.

A fire of red spiritual light was sprayed out.

It is a loop shaped treasure, exquisitely styled and transmitted by the force of the silk law.

Then the sound was loud, full of flaming feathers, and the finely elongated heavenly birds flew out of one of them.

With wings flashing, the sky is full of purple red flames.

Peacock, driving the fire of Red Lotus, like a broken bamboo, also poured towards the poor wonder.

For Lin Xuan, it is a pleasure to be surprised. The strength of the Golden Body of France is far from being a regional incarnation.

Together, the three may have a real chance to do their part and kill the poor here.

Thoughts turned around, Lin Xuan attacked nature with more effort, which could be said to have exhausted the counting, so that the kung fu of the small half tea continued.

“Whoa, whoa. ”

Lin Xuan took a big breath. After a while, the power he consumed was eye-catching.

Lin Xuan's sleeve robe blew, took out a bottle of tens of thousands of years' milk, raised his head, grunted, drank the whole bottle of spirit liquid to the sky, silk magic, flowed into the Dantian.

Ahead, the energy of heaven and earth is still chaotic, and the power of chaotic laws is everywhere.

Though Lin Xuan stopped attacking, the terrible aftermath was far from over, with winds and dust everywhere!

In this case, neither does God have any effect, and only when the dust is slowly dispersed can the outcome of this battle be known.

However, Lin Xuan did not have much fear in his heart. With such a fierce attack, even the archbishop of the late ferry would have no reason to die.

He was confident that there would be an end to his satisfaction.

That's how time passes.

Ow!

All of a sudden, a shocking roar came into his ear. Though he was somewhat underbreathed, it was like a sunny thunderbolt, leaving Lin Xuanmei staring there.

Impossible, such a fierce attack, the other party has not yet fallen. Poor Chi, though prestigious, is inevitably exaggerating.

This idea hasn't changed yet, and that howl has become even more awesome.

The voices were filled with resentment, and then the dust in the sky did not disperse, but the shadows of the poor appeared in the blinds.

Two wings, one fan, the wind sweeps, its shadow becomes clearer and clearer.

It turns out to be poor, such as a fake bag change!

This guy hasn't fallen, and of course, it's impossible to say it's intact.

Correctly, at this point in time, the damage it has suffered is immense.

Full of fur, completely scorched, covered with blood, some large wounds, even deep visible bones, spiritual atrophy to the extreme, few powers left, less than a third of the peak state.

Lin Xuan was relieved and although it was not the best ending, the situation was also acceptable.

Its own consumption is not small, but purified tens of thousands of years of milk is counterproductive. Although it cannot make up for its energy, the power lost is not difficult to recover. In this way, its own state is much better than that of the poor.

The monster, though vicious, ultimately subjugates it.

The corner of Lin Xuan's mouth revealed a slight mockery, but at this point, the shocking roar came into his ear.

The face of the Yellow Springs ghost mother was filled with pain, but there was an ancient spell in her mouth that muttered.

What secrets does this woman have to perform?

Even with Lin Xuan's capital, he couldn't help but be surprised.

The great monks of the late period of the ferry should not be humiliated. Don't look at Lin Xuan who now occupies the upper hand, but is the reason for the superior level of play. The power displayed is far more than normal. Even so, Lin Xuan has been forced several times by the other party to live in perilous circumstances.

The Yellow Springs Ghost Mother has been transformed into a Poor Wonder. Next, is there anything else on the bottom of the box?

Lin Xuan was surprised, and naturally there was no reason to allow the other party to be tolerant.

At the dawn of the sleeve robe, the sword of the Nine Palaces had been swept out. The sword was like rain. However, the red flash of the poor eye flashed and countless bone spears appeared in front of it. The sound of the Tinker Bell was constantly in his ears, and the attack of the Nine Palaces Sword was blocked firmly.

It doesn't have much power left, but it's definitely not something anyone can pinch.

And on her forehead, the spell of the Wong Quan Ghost Mother grew stronger, and suddenly she broke her drink: “On! ”

The voices were not set, and the void behind them swung, ripples appeared in a circle, followed by a dense ball of numbness in the curtain.

Those light balls, which were too big for fist size, were then merged into the middle, and huge light balls with a diameter of more than 10 lengths appeared.

Spike...

The space was torn apart, the light bulb exploded, a large black covered hole reflected in the eye curtain, the diameter was 100 square feet round, the cries of powerful ghosts came, and there were several banners hidden inside.

The scene is so familiar, Poor just came out of here.

Lin Xuan's soul broke apart. If the other party summoned any more monsters, he could not cope with them. This idea has not yet been reversed, but the strong yin gusts out of the hole.

Boom!

As the tide rages, it quickly submerges the wonders of poverty, yet instead of hiding, it reveals a profound joy on its face.