Immortal Sword Master

A large number of vine branches swept wildly toward hundreds of Wannian, and some directly tied Wannian's body and threw it into the central blood basin. Some swept out and could directly interrupt the lumbar spine of several people.

But all thoughts seemed to give up resistance, just chanting the truth.

Every time one is eaten, several new ones will appear.

Lin Xin faintly felt that the mantra in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

He saw Inmanto's movements slower and he seemed to be more and more affected by the truth.

"Sonic Mantra?" Slowly pulled out the red flower sword, Lin Xin's face sank like water. The plasma-like aura slowly burned on the sword. Like a flame.

Numerous black and red vines surrounded him and protected him in the middle, blocking out some of the sonic effects.

Ding! !!

With a single flick, practicing Jiu Chenqu reached the realm of jade ring, Lin Xin just fit the gap between the rhythms and suddenly hit the blade.

Suddenly, the whole mantra of Wannian chanting suddenly disturbed the rhythm.

Lin Xin's blade pointed obliquely to the ground, and the whole body burned with blood-like aura.

"The evil door is crooked."

With a long sword, his body suddenly disappeared.

brush!

A piece of Wan Nian was suddenly slashed by Lin Xin, who appeared behind him, and all his waist was broken into two pieces, which were broken like soap bubbles.

Not far from the palace wall, Lin's new figure appeared again, surrounded by a circle of red light around him, staggered through the surrounding Wannian body.

Each figure was broken, and more thoughts slowly came out again in the darkness, all looking peaceful and gazing at Lin Xin.

"Look if you come fast or I kill fast!"

Lin Xin's eyes flashed sharply, the speed suddenly accelerated, the whole body speed unfolded, and at the same time, the aura urged, the speed went to the next level.

In the field, only one red line can be seen constantly splitting.

Hundreds of thoughts were killed in the blink of an eye, and Inmanto gradually got rid of the influence of the truth, assisting Lin Xin to start a massacre.

boom!

A red line flashed. Streaked across the stout palace pillars, leaving tiny red cracks.

The fissure grew larger and collapsed immediately.

The upper half of the pillar tilted down and fell to the ground fiercely. It was broken into several pieces, and there were many small **** splashes, and the supporting part on the top of the palace collapsed severely.

Lin Xin stabbed with a backhand sword light, and the red light slowly faded through more than ten thousand thoughts.

Walking on the palace road, the floor tiles were also marked with deep sword marks. There are also a large number of cracks that are cracked by sound waves.

A large number of Wannian had only a few left at this time, because they stood far away from Jianguang and survived.

But these last few are a little different, their body structure is obviously much more solid than other, rather than that kind of fuzzy translucent state.

"What last words?" Lin Xin's figure flickered and suddenly appeared in front of those people.

"The donor's skill is outstanding, and the old man admires it, but life is like a dream, there are countless bubbles that burst and rebirth. Some things can be killed. And some are endless ..."

He was smiling, without any eagerness.

"Didn't the ontology come at all?" Lin Xin had already seen the other party's truth.

"No, it's here." Wan Nian smiled even more. Suddenly reached out his hand and printed it out with one palm.

Ten meters apart, Lin Xin was about to dodge. But suddenly his chest sank.

boom! !! !!

Heavy palms rushed and hit him in the middle of his chest. There were bursts of Brahma in his ears, and a ray of golden light enveloping him burning fiercely. A twisted weird golden rune emerged.

"Yu Ling Gong!" A deep drink rang in his ears.

Lin Xin's body light flashed wildly, breaking several layers, and sinking inward fiercely. Bounced back almost after touching the skin. The body was also madly pushed by the huge palm force. Fly out.

Wan Nian's sneak attack succeeded. He was originally proud, but saw Lin Xin's body flew back dozens of steps and paused slowly. She was able to stand up steadily, and she was even a matchmaker with her clothes.

"You !? How is that possible ... in the bell ..."

"From the very beginning, you have been brewing this palm?" Lin Xin looked down and looked at himself as he stood slowly recovering to protect his body, and his eyes showed disappointment.

"The illusion rhythm is good, but it works well. It won't hurt anyone, and it's useless."

He looked up at the opposite Wan Wannian, the other's face changed for a while, it seemed that he couldn't think of the cruel fact that he could not hurt Lin Xin with all his strength.

"The donor ..." Wan Nian laughed a few times.

"Dividing the soul, but also devouring the souls of others in a magical way, to achieve the purpose of continually borrowing and being reborn. The purpose is achieved. But ..."

Lin Xin's figure suddenly appeared behind Wan Nian, and his sword shot suddenly, penetrating the last few people.

"Too much differentiation, but weaker ..."

He drew a sword from the last entity Wannian.

This time there was blood on the blade.

Divided into thousands, and then superimposed the power of mantra, to achieve the purpose of resonance to kill the chaos of the enemy.

Although this kind of exercise method is easy to use in places such as double-sided countries, the effect is not so obvious in the face of strangers such as Lin Xin who are involved in illusion rhythms.

The last Wannian collapsed suddenly.

"Is it still the body?" It was not beyond Lin Xin's expectation. The other side fled.

In other words, it didn't come from the beginning, just remotely controlled these distractions.

The blade glowed red, and Inmanto turned into a red line and flew into the blade. Lin Xin was slightly helpless. He didn't even use half of his strength and his opponent was gone.

Standing in place and glancing around the palace group, there are broken walls everywhere, sword marks and the aftermath cracks generated by the mantra are everywhere.

The red shadow flashed, and Lin Xin rushed towards Pudusheng Palace at a high speed.

The scenery on both sides instantly became blurred.

Huh! !!

The closed gate of the palace was slammed open, and the lintel flew straight away, smashing against the wall with a muffled noise.

Inside the palace, Pu Dusheng sat high on the throne and looked at him bitterly.

"Don't blame me ... I have no choice but to ..."

"This is not your reason for doing anything to me." Lin Xin calmly said.

There was no one around them, all the maids and guards were weird and disappeared.

"If I can't control you, my biggest source of wealth will disappear. If you go where you are, you just follow your mood and come and go." Pudusheng explained, "I have almost reached despair several times, but I have failed. Wait until you show up. From the beginning of the power to the world, the gate is now deserted. Even a few guards serving tea and water are not enough. Everyone, including those who supported me in the past, think I'm almost done.

He held up the glass in front of him.

"Last regards to you. So far, my best and only friend. Safflower ..."

The wine was drunk. When the cup was lowered, Pu Dusheng had already disappeared Lin Xin.

call.....!

Hesitating for a while, Pudu looked around. However, Lin Xin could not be found.

"He still didn't do it after all ..." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Huh!

A sword mark emerged from his neck, and the blood slowly leaked out. He suddenly crooked his head, rolled down directly from his neck, and grunted under the steps in front of the seat.

The wine glass in his hand hung in the air, and finally fell to the ground.

There was a faint cry from the guard outside the palace.

The carriage carriage slowly opened, Lin Xin stepped out of it, and the carriage behind him slowly disappeared.

It is still the same forest as before, the bonfire is on the side and it is not completely extinguished. Faint smoke came out.

A night of killing killed Pu Dusheng as if he was killing a honeycomb. A large group of two-faced monks who had been waiting for a long time had already set up the magic circle and sacrifice all the instruments. He just came out and smashed over.

In a hurry, Lin Xin forcibly broke through, killing dozens of experts in a row, and reluctantly rushed out of the encirclement before the top powerfuls had arrived.

These masters are almost all building strength. Obviously, it is the elite of the palace, and the body is extremely hard. It takes a lot of effort to completely kill a person.

I checked my status.

‘Gui Yuan Jue — build three layers of the base period. (Completion: 62%) (Death +21, Constitution +21.) ’

"The increase from the original 50's to 60's is still the data of the people who had previously been killed in Yinfu. That is to say, I have killed so many masters in the double-sided country, which is basically useless, except for sacrificing me. Beyond the great master Wan Shagong. "

My heart once again affirmed that the killing effect in Youfu was getting weaker. In addition, the new kingdom is too abnormal, and the giant can easily slap him now with a slap. Totally inaccessible.

Lin Xin finally gave up looking for ways to ascend in Youfu.

"It seems that I can only do it in Yinfu for five years ..." He sighed, took out a silver mouse-like fruit from the storage bag, and gently sent it into his mouth to bite. Suddenly, the fruit melted like a solidified oil, and ran into the mouth in an instant. Finally, it pinpointed the throat and drilled down.

The whole body seemed to be flushed from the inside to the outside by the clear spring. Lin Xin only felt that a lot of dirt in his body was washed out.

For a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

The red shadow flashed, and no one was in the woods.

Three days elapsed.

The date of the agreement.

Many people around the Tiandao faction came to watch the rivers and lakes. Among them are master monks.

The Tiandao sent everyone to intercept in the surroundings very early, and many disciples masters also rushed back from the pigeon hole, all looking gloomy ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ their martial arts were cut into two pieces by one knife, no one would be good mood.

A group of disciples stood on both sides of the steps from the archway to the courtyard of Zongmen. There was a master wearing an Eguan to worship what was happening.

Still others wiped the weapon silently, with a cold face.

Several middle-aged people whose atmosphere is completely different from those around them, slowly emerged from under the martial art archway.

The head of the group fisted around.

"I wish you good luck, thank you all for your support."

"You are welcome to send the host, but the other party will come alone, and there will be some hesitation, and we do not want to underestimate the enemy."

A clear voice came from a distance, and it was a few male and female monks floating in midair talking.

Among the monks who watched the scene, these people were the highest, and they seemed to be the masters of the Zongmen around the Tiandao School. Several of them stood together and watched together. (To be continued.)

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