The sword-browed man was groping in the tower, surrounded by darkness and stone walls. There was only a long path with no end. He was extremely anxious and held the jade token in his hand tightly. There were a few weak fluctuations on the jade token.
Pulling his heart.
"The three of them must be in the same direction. If we can find one of them, we will be able to rescue Xuan'er." The man's eyes looked sad and he thought for a moment. His whole body emitted blood light, shining in front of him, and then he ran as fast as thunder and lightning.
At this moment, Lin Zixuan and the other two were staring at the majestic figure in front of them, looking at each other in confusion.
"You go first. I have just briefly understood the element of light, and my speed has increased. I should be able to delay him for a while." Lin Zixuan gritted his teeth, his eyes full of despair.
Lin Xinghui's eyes were wet, and she stared at the thin body standing in front of her. Her eyes were filled with awe, and she thought to herself: Before, he encountered the bloody gangfeng, and I abandoned him and left him to fend for himself. Now, he
Regardless of past grievances, give me life to buy opportunities, this..." When she thought of this, a series of tears silently flowed down from her sad face, without any crying, just letting the tears keep flowing down.
Lin Zixuan scolded: "Why are you still standing there? Leave quickly, or we will all die."
Lin Xinghui was stunned, looked at him blankly, and said in a trembling voice: "Remember to come back alive!!"
Lin Zixuan turned his head, then looked straight ahead, with a look of death on his face, and shouted: "Tell me to the patriarch, tell him that the child is well, father, don't miss him!"
Lin Xinghui heard the words, sobbed, looked pale, nodded vigorously, and then ran back until a door appeared out of thin air behind her, she stepped into it, and her figure disappeared together with the door.
"Okay, she's gone. I think the Great Elder will fully assist my father." Lin Zixuan said secretly. Looking at the man walking in front of him, he felt lingering fear in his heart. He quickly formed seals in his hands, bursts of light, and the blood in his whole body was gathering momentum.
Ready to go.
Lin Zhiyu's face was expressionless, and bursts of low roars came from his Adam's apple, as if he was hunting his own prey.
A cold light flashed from Lin Zhiyu. He was in a trance as if possessed by a ferocious beast. He clenched his fists and leaped into the air like a dragon. He made a gorgeous flip in the air and stirred up the roaring wind. Like a beast, his eyes gradually turned scarlet, and he was addicted to it.
Blood, staring at Lin Zixuan, a tremor from the soul surged out of Lin Zixuan's heart, because he was locked and unable to move!!
Waves of fists and palms hit Lin Zixuan like lightning, like gold and iron, and the sound was like the roar of a tiger. Lin Zixuan quickly pinched it in panic, and a huge blood-colored light curtain emerged. This was the strongest shield he could muster at present.
, but compared with the overwhelming aura, it seemed insignificant, and a deep sense of powerlessness lingered in the young man's heart.
Before the fist could reach, the fierce wind of the fist swept through first, and the unstoppable shield of the blood realm instantly disappeared. Lin Zixuan's body flew over, and a violent sound resounded in all directions. With the violent impact,
The ground collapsed, gravel flew everywhere, and the young man was imprinted into the ground. He was bleeding. At this moment, all the bones in his body were broken.
But this did not stop Lin Zhiyu's offensive at all. His figure was like the wind, and his power was like the sea. In one breath, Lin Zhiyu flashed above Lin Zixuan, and his simple fist held the power of Wan Jun and smashed down hard. Lin Zixuan closed his eyes.
I closed my eyes, and my mind was full of thoughts.
"The Blood Qi Gangfeng has survived, and the Blood Demon Body Refining has also survived, but the Blood Spirit catastrophe..."
After Lin Zixuan thought about it, he opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "Oh my God! You are playing tricks on me!"
This sudden shout caused Lin Zhiyu in the air to pause, and the speed of his fist falling was also slower. Just as Qian Jun fired, a figure pulled Lin Zixuan up from the ground as fast as a spark, carried it behind him, and jumped a few times.
In a short time, the distance between the two of them widened by several feet.
Lin Zixuan's eyes twitched slightly, and he looked at the blurry figure in front of him with some doubts. Suddenly, he found that this person was so familiar, and he suddenly said in a voiceless voice: "Father!"
The figure in front of him called out and turned over. The handsome face was somewhat kind. A yellowish and thick palm caressed the young man's dark face. His deep eyes scanned Lin Zixuan's whole body, and the blood stains all over his body.
The scars made him extremely angry, a coldness flashed in his eyes, and his whole person instantly erupted with a terrifying aura that made him feel strong murderous intent and abyss-like despair. He turned behind him and said gloomily to the figure made of copper and iron.
Said: "Your Excellency, why did you hurt my child?"
The figure didn't respond, but let out thunderous roars, as if he was very dissatisfied that the prey he was eyeing was taken away right before his eyes.
Seeing this, the sword-browed man took out something from the pendant on his chest, and saw a ball of brilliance blooming out, like a hibiscus emerging from the water, graceful and clear. The carvings on the sword hilt flashed a deep light like stars, and the sword body and the surrounding environment
It is integrated into one body, and the blade is like a towering cliff standing thousands of feet high.
Lin Zixuan was a little surprised. Looking at the light talisman flowing on the sword, he secretly sighed in his heart: "Is this the Qingling sword that has been worn by generations of patriarchs of my Lin family? It is really extraordinary!"
I saw the man raising his sword and pointing it at the man's brow. His voice was high and angry, "Since you don't speak, I have no choice but to lend you your life."
Having said that, the sword-browed man leapt into the air, and his sword flew in the air like a silver dragon. The strength of the Blood Soul Realm was released without reservation. With one step, one step, one step, the sword light was dazzling, but that man did not
Without the slightest movement, he stood straight there, waiting for the blow to come.
In the air, the cyan sword light drew an arc in the air. The figure of the man with sword-browed eyebrows changed. He had a long sword like a glow, and his aura was like a rainbow. In just a moment, his eyes were focused on the center of the man's eyebrows, his wrist was gently rotated, and the sword body drove straight in.
, hitting that person right between the eyebrows.
However, there was no sign of flesh and blood flying around. The man stood there, as motionless as the Fudo King, with no luster in his eyes, looking at the sword-browed man coldly.
However, how could the sword-browed man let go of such a good opportunity? He said softly: "Qingfeng Sword Technique - Sword Transformation into Spirit!"
Suddenly, the three-foot long sword in his hand changed crazily, emitting a green light. In the blink of an eye, the long sword turned into a long-foot-long green dragon. He raised his head proudly, and bursts of dragon's blood came from Lin Zixuan's whole body.
He was squirting and feeling heart palpitations, but the black and white blood species in the sea of consciousness remained motionless.
The sword-browed man's fingers were slightly clasped together, and he pointed forward. The blue dragon turned into blue light all over the sky, and hidden in the blue light was a real lightsaber that went straight to the man's eyebrows. In an instant, the whole space exuded a dead atmosphere, Lin Zixuan drummed
He raised his eyes and tried hard to look behind the light. The sword-browed man pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows. A shadow like an eye pupil appeared at the center of his eyebrows. The shadow slightly opened to both sides, revealing a blood-colored ball of light. The ball of light moved toward the green
A faint light came from behind the light, and the scene behind the light came into view before the man's eyes.
For an instant, his head was pounding, and his heart was sinking like it was filled with cold lead. When the light dissipated, he saw that the man was holding the lightsaber in his left hand, and when he squeezed it hard with his palm, the lightsaber turned into dots of starlight.
Dissipated in the air, a mouthful of stuffy blood spurted out from the mouth of the sword-browed man. He knew how fast Qing Ling was. Now that he was holding it in his hand, one could imagine how terrifying that man's perception was.
The sword-browed man looked directly at the man and looked at it carefully. His heart suddenly trembled violently. Even the hatred in his eyes dissipated a lot. He touched his chest with his left hand and said in a low but loud voice, "It's you, come back."