Seeing Lin Xiaoyou's aggressiveness, Hun Xiaotian said calmly: "Are you going to swarm us? Or should you first test the strength of the remnants of the Hun clan?"
Lin Xiaoyou cursed: That day in Liangzhou City, his spiritual power cultivation was not as good as mine. If I capture this monster in one fell swoop, I will surely increase the prestige of my sect and family, and I should be able to take the first position in the future.
After that, he said with a majestic expression: "Everyone has access to the evil ways and will punish them. Today, I, Lin Xiaoyou, will act on behalf of heaven and kill you, the evildoer."
The fairy sword came out of its scabbard, shook two sword flowers and pointed the sword edge at Hun Xiaotian.
"Monster, suffer death."
Hun Xiaotian smiled sadly: "What a good person to do justice for heaven."
Lin Xiaoyou used the sword technique and muttered some words. He used the sword to control the thunder sky and walked the way. I drew it with fear and divine power.
With a click, a flash of thunder fell into the tip of the sword. The momentum was more than twice as powerful as the Thunder Control Technique used by Lin Xiaozhuo on Nanming Lake. The majestic thunder sword source stirred up huge waves hundreds of feet high, hitting the soul.
Xiaotian is coming.
Hun Xiaotian stood in a black mist. Ziyu's sword had no hilt, only a long and narrow diamond-shaped blade wrapped in purple clouds. He started to grasp the sword, and he has been comprehending the aura of the great avenue coming from the blade.
Narrowing his eyes, he didn't expect Lin Xiaoyou to use the Thunder Control Technique at the same time. It seemed that he was determined to kill today.
Hun Xiaotian did not cast any spells or perform any tricks. He only saw a purple thunderbolt jumping on the body of Ziyu Sword.
He said calmly:
"Have you ever seen... the Immortal Sword, the True Art of Controlling Purple Thunder?"
As soon as these words came out, a few people in Xishu Jianshan felt a chill on their backs. Of course they had heard of this method, but how could that be possible? Just the next moment.
Hun Xiaotian raised his hand and struck out with his sword, and a very thin purple light flashed out. The white silver fox and purple thunder collapsed at the touch, and Lin Xiaoyou was slashed away with a pop of sword. Hun Xiaotian said lightly: "Yu
Thunder True Art is nothing more than that."
The world was silent, and everyone looked at the figure in disbelief, wielding the immortal sword against the purple thunder, and returning this magic door.
Lin Xiaozhuo helped Lin Xiaoyou up. The latter clapped his hands and swallowed a pill. He squinted his eyes hard. In just a few days, this person's spiritual power was as good as his own. Immortal Sword Yu Zi
Ray, how did he do it?
Hun Xiaotian still said calmly: "You can swarm us, isn't this the habit of you people from well-known families?"
As soon as these words came out, some disciples from other sects with low cultivation levels were frightened. They didn't dare to express their anger and just looked here.
"snort!"
Shi Tao, who had not spoken for a long time, said: "Junior brothers of Xishu Jianshan, please don't be provoked by demons and lose your mind. Exterminating demons and defending the way does not matter. We are outnumbered. No matter what way it is, if it can kill the evil way, it is the right way."
."
His words were correct, but the provocation and ridicule in them were also very obvious.
Lin Xiaoyou also snorted coldly, "There is no need for Senior Brother Shi to remind you about this." He also bit the stone character very hard.
Shi Tao also narrowed his eyes hard after hearing this.
Lin Xiaoyou said to the people behind him: "Junior brothers, don't panic. Purple Thunder is the essence of Heavenly Thunder. He will definitely not be able to withstand a few swords. Several junior brothers will help me exterminate the demons and contribute to the sect."
Several people responded in unison, and their swords were unsheathed one after another.
Feng Ning'er held Xishan tightly, with a look on her face as if she was ready to die.
Shi Tao waved his hand, and everyone behind him offered up magic weapons.
Seven figures rose and fell alternately, killing each other in the blink of an eye.
Lin Xiaoyou was right, that Zi Lei was originally the natal spiritual source in Ziyu Sword, and Hun Xiaotian couldn't resist many swords with his strength.
Feng Ning'er didn't want to help him, but she was surrounded by Shi Bao and others.
Hun Xiaotian's current spiritual power cultivation level is the eighth stage of the Emperor Soul Art. This level is similar to the Jade Clear Realm in Xishu Jianshan. Lin Xiaoyou and Lin Xiaoyue are both at the Yuqing Realm, and the other four are both.
With the strength of the ninth level of Tai Chi's Three Pure Arts, seven people joined forces and suppressed Hun Xiaotian in terms of spiritual power. Moreover, the seven people also used the Ziwu Seven Star Sword Formation that Xishu Sword Mountain is proud of.
At first, Hun Xiaotian could rely on the seven-star demon-sealing steps to resist, but gradually he fell into a disadvantage.
Poof
Lin Xiaoyou pierced Hun Xiaotian's shoulder, and the latter shook him away with a palm. Huge pain was felt, and his whole arm was actually numb. The pure Tai Chi Xuan Qing Tao spiritual power continued to roll inside his body.
, the Great Freedom Dharma Gate is operating, and the blue spiritual power beads are ups and downs, sucking the spiritual power that is flowing everywhere into the beads.
Lin Xiaoyou sneered, "Boy, if you don't go against my Lin family, you may still have a way to survive, but..."
With a sinister look in his eyes, he slashed at Hun Xiaotian with his sword again. Hun Xiaotian raised his sword to block, and after a jingling sound, several more wounds with bone-deep wounds were made on his body.
"Brother Xiaotian."
Feng Ning'er screamed in surprise, but was knocked away by Shi Bao with a palm.
"It is such a pity that such a beautiful woman will die today."
He had an evil smile on his face, and his eyes kept scanning Feng Ning'er.
Feng Ning'er looked around at the crowd, and the playful looks in their eyes made her completely give up. She stood up slowly, and a holy radiance emanated from her body.
She spread her arms, and all the magic weapons started to buzz and tremble. Everyone felt that the magic weapons were out of control and felt like they were flying away. The sword was the king of all weapons, and Feng Ning'er was the natural sword embryo. Everyone was invisible.
All the magic weapons were suppressed, and they were tightly controlled to prevent them from letting go.
The Xishan in Feng Ning'er's hand emitted thousands of rays of light and slashed towards everyone.
Shi Tao smiled coldly.
"The trapped beasts are still fighting. The tigers in the West Shu Jian Mountain are in danger. After I capture you, I will wait and see how the West Shu Mountain will explain to the world."
Although she knocked away many people with her sword, many people still swarmed up and surrounded her.
Not long after, Feng Ning'er was knocked away by a palm, and blood spilled from her mouth.
Qi Nanying looked at the two trapped beasts fighting and smiled with satisfaction. He turned to look in the direction of Qi Xiaoluo Peak.
Since the meat has been eaten, let me, Qi Dian, drink some soup! The next moment, he led several elders to fly to the Invincible Hall. Wei Ting hesitated for a moment and stood still.
The seven-star light shone, and Lin Xiaoyou pierced Hun Xiaotian's chest with a sword. Hun Xiaotian turned his head with difficulty and looked in that direction. With a pop, he was kicked away by Lin Xiaoyou. He stepped forward,
A sword stabbed Hun Xiaotian's throat.
Qin Liaozhi's expression suddenly showed a trace of pain in her heart. She looked towards the south, and the cold gold in her hand was faintly hot. After a long time, she still could not lift her steps.
…
not long ago
White Horse Hall
Ji Jinghou was scarred. He looked at the group of junior brothers surrounding him and took a deep breath.
The man sitting upright in the lobby put down his tea cup.
"I said, if you can pass the White Horse Five Spear Formation, White Horse Hall will allow you to come and go as you wish."
Ji Jinghou put down his spear, straightened his clothes, and kowtowed three times to the hall.
"Master, you will definitely regret it..."
After he stood up, his breath became smooth. After taking the steel spear, a little thunder shone on the tip of the spear. He stamped his feet violently, causing the floor to shatter inch by inch. He swept away thousands of troops with a wave of the spear. The spears in the hands of the five people were shattered, and the people were also shaken at the same time.
flew out.
He turned around, waved his sleeves, and walked out of the courtyard with quick strides.
The man in the hall stood up suddenly, looked at his back in disbelief, then clenched his fist and smashed the table next to him.
"Thunder Technique."
…
fuyuan mountain
Outside the Zen room
Hua He had been kneeling for three days and three nights, and his thin Zen clothes were covered with a layer of fallen flowers. Finally, an old voice spoke in the Zen room.
"You should have figured it out, just do whatever you want!"
Huahe opened his eyes tremblingly, took off his monk's robe, folded it and placed it on the futon. He put on the brocade robe and disappeared from the place.
Pieces of flying flowers fell on the monk's clothes, and the sound came.
"Yes, from today on, Hua He is no longer a Buddhist disciple."
…
Zheng~
The tip of the sword was deflected away. Lin Xiaoyou looked closely and saw that the thing that shook his fairy sword was actually a piece of copper. He turned around and saw that the man was still waving, and Pei Chongkang's abdomen moved slightly.
"Xiaotian, I finally... caught up."
swipe
Two more figures fell down.
"Ji Jinghou of Twelve Finger Sword Mountain - please fight."
"Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and Flower River - Please fight."
Seeing the two people approaching, Hun Xiaotian felt an inexplicable courage surge from his heart. He stood up and squeezed out a smile.
Monk Yichen pushed through the crowd and walked out, chanted the Buddha's name and said: "Brother Hua, how can you help the evildoers?"
Hua He raised his hand to stop him and said: "Junior Brother Yichen, I am no longer a Buddhist disciple."
Yichen had an unbearable look in his eyes and sighed and shook his head.
Chirp~
A crane's cry resounded through the sky, Qing Liang fell into the ranks of the decent disciples, and glanced at Hun Xiaotian. This chapter has been completed!