Tempered Immortal

“One word from a gentleman, one whip from a horse! ”

The old man had no hesitation on his face. He was willing to pay whatever price he could for killing the white tiger.

Even life and death can be ignored, and the rest of the conditions, naturally, are nothing.

“Okay!”

Lin Xuan didn't say much either.

He is not afraid of the other party's intention to repent.

Although many of the fairy fixers are unwilling, their strength has reached their rank, but most of them are very credible.

Words and fat are tedious!

Less than a last resort, there are rarely times when a ferry can do such a stupid thing.

Besides, the two brothers are still forbidden to grow their own flesh. Although I cannot say that they are man-made fish, I make swords, but just let them keep their promises. I am sure that Lin Xuan still has them.

Besides, they were supposed to deal with the White Tiger, and their quest for help was nothing but a benefit.

That being the case, there is no need to hesitate. If the white tiger is left to plunder, more life will be poisoned.

Without mentioning it, mortals are monks. In the face of one of the four spirits, the vast majority of them also have little power to protect themselves.

Although Lin Xuan will not deliberately be the Savior, saving the heavens and the earth at this moment is not in conflict with his own purpose, he does not mind the action once, saving the spirits born in the water fire.

Lin Xuan was also a very decisive person. Since he had decided on an idea, he would not have any hesitation. He flew all over the battle regiment in front of him.

Ho!

The shocking roar came into his ear, and Lin Xuan and the elderly soap robe, although they were right to communicate with the gods, White Tiger had detected the inappropriate.

Though it is now demonized, the instinct of the true spirit is not small. Even if Lin Xuan and the moon are not exposed, the steady temper alone makes it afraid to disappear.

White tiger, also an ancient monster, has endured countless battles, but when faced with Lin Xuan, it feels an unknown discomfort.

That feeling is hard to say and has not been unprecedented in past years.

But on those occasions, with that feeling, it was all in the face of a terrible, powerful enemy.

How could this little thing with the name Lin be so amazing?

Is there a sensing error or something?

At this moment, White Tiger has no time and mood to argue, whatever, just do it first.

Its strength outweighs that of the two Yunxia factions.

Previously, because of the two men's desperate efforts, it appeared to be a bit of a mess, but by now, over time, it had already recovered its downturn.

Saying that the winning ticket may be slightly exaggerated, but calling it a swimming blade is surplus, and there is absolutely no separation.

Therefore, when Lin Xuan wanted to blend, he immediately released his hand.

Ho!

With that roar, the sky turned into a giant tiger head.

Tiger's head!

His eyes were red and his breath dissipated, then he saw his blood basin open wide.

Lin Xuan's pupils are microscopic!

Of course, in his eyes, it's not right.

It's not Lin Xuan's choice to be beaten or not to fight back.

It is only by seizing the lead that matters.

This thought turned in his mind, Lin Xuan's eyebrows picked up, his right hand lifted up, but saw the silver rays, a clear sword like a cicada wings appeared in his hand.

Lin Xuan trembled slightly, seemed to have only a slight shoulder movement. Other than that, there was no superfluous action, but the whole sky, immediately like magic, was filled with the sword from the bees.

Rain falls, brilliant swordsmanship, tens of thousands, loud as a white tiger falls.

Such a magnificent attack, yet all the swordsmanship, to be orderly, seemed to imply some kind of heavenly and earth law, yet the specifics were unclear.

Yunxia Island is already full of sores, but there is always a lucky man who escaped from the disaster just now. It was hidden in a place of unspoiled horror. At this moment, he is also fascinated by Lin Xuan's skillful swordsmanship.

Today no more than in ancient times, sword cultivation has weakened, yet few of the fairy cultivators have made swords a treasure.

Eighty-nine fairy cultivators have studied swordsmanship, but like Lin Xuan, it is unheard of.

Of course, it is not that Lin Xuan has become invincible, but in the eyes of ordinary monks, he has indeed reached an impenetrable position, a glamorous fan, even out of hiding place.

While they also know that this level of struggle, even if it is affected by a aftermath, can lead to corpses on the spot, but the opportunity is rare. If the strongman of the ferry engages with the true spirit, it is an unusual opportunity to witness that it may enlighten him/herself, whether for training or upgrading.

As for danger, that was irrelevant, and everyone looked at it blinkingly, fearing that any detail would be omitted.

Ho!

A shocking roar enters the ear.

The white tiger obviously also saw the situation at this time, the giant tiger's head in the sky slightly blurred, actually more than ten times bigger on the original basis, blocked the half-screen, outburst of anger, sprayed a light column from the vast mouth of the blood basin, and some flashing arcs, the noise reached the extreme.

Lin Xuan turned a blind eye. The next moment, the swordsmanship of the sky regained its magnificence, and it had stormed like a storm, hitting hard.

Spike...

Five-colored glass!

The terrible hurricane in the sky was raging, but seeing that the light column touched the sword, it really stirred each other up.

Win or lose!

However, Lin Xuan's means stop here.

When he saw that the attack of the sword of the Nine Palaces was useless, he was not worried. He lifted his right hand and punched it forward with a gentle floating punch.

This punch is truly understated. Yes, without any human pyrotechnics, it can be said that it has reached the point of being serious.

At first, Bai Hu hasn't noticed anything wrong, because after all, he was greatly enthralled by the other two ferry periods, distracted, and naturally it was difficult to discover the beauty of Lin Xuan's tricks at the first time.

Law of Strength!

The original sword and light columns fought to win or lose, and no one could say much about the ending.

However, Lin Xuan's punching power broke the balance before him.

Spike...

Light columns were swallowed up by sword and fist, and then they were depleted and decayed. They were like broken bamboo, saying that soldiers were defeated like mountains, and the whole thing pushed like a sweep behind them.

When the head of the tiger hit, it couldn't even hide, it was submerged by the attack from the bees, the void was a blur, and eventually the ash smoke was completely extinguished.

Ho!

The roar of the distant white tiger enters the ear, but there is a little pain in the voice.

The LTTE's skull, which has just been illusored, is not a simple and ordinary trick, but contains its own strands of distraction.

This will allow the arm to be as effective as instructed.

Today, it is stealing chickens and not eating rice, all of which somehow ruined Lin Xuan's attack.

PS: Again and again, the phantom rain is so groundless, let alone tomorrow I will cheer!