The people on the sacred tree flying crane are Li Wu, Jiang Xiaoyi, Gao Yanan and Lin Xi.
Lin Xi looked at Shen Tu Nian.
Shen Tu Nian was looking at him and smiling.
In this kind of war filled with countless life and death partings and tragedy, such a smile naturally looks very strange.
In fact, Shen Tu Nian's behavior before was already very strange.
He threw all the remaining troops in his hands, the 10,000 rear troops, plus the 10,000 Da Mang soldiers who had previously withdrawn from the porters' area, into the streets.
Then he smashed himself, the white-shirted swordsman, and more than a dozen Purgatory Mountain priests in, and immediately entered to assassinate Tang Chuqing.
The commander-in-chief and the ultimate force serve as the vanguard and put oneself in the most dangerous place. This is the attitude of the final decisive battle.
So Lin Xi decided to appear here.
The reason why he must appear here is only known to him.
"why are you laughing?"
After witnessing the death of many Yunqin soldiers who made him cherish his own life, and finally changed his mood to decide to live or die with this city, it stands to reason that the coach of the other side should be the person he hates the most at the moment, but
Lin Xi's expression was very calm at this time. He just looked at the smiling Shen Tu Nian calmly and asked.
Shen Tu Nian looked at him and smiled: "I laugh because you are really here."
Lin Xi said calmly: "What other methods do you have?"
Shen Tunian did not answer Lin Xi's words, but said sarcastically: "In the end, you are the only ones in front of us in this city... When did the number of holy masters in Yunqin become so few?"
Lin Xi smiled instead and said: "There will always be more holy masters in Yunqin than in Damang. If there are fewer in this city, it means there are more in the other two cities. In those two cities, your chances of winning will be even greater.
Slim."
"One general is worth several saints? It seems that your Qingluan Academy thinks so." Shen Tunian glanced at everyone beside Lin Xi indifferently and said, "It's just that I don't seem to need any other means now.
It can also kill you. You only have one Holy Master. If you add one more, you can count as having the combat power of a Holy Master, but you are not a Holy Master."
Lin Xi interrupted Shen Tu Nian directly, "We still have many Yunqin soldiers."
Shen Tu Nian laughed slightly: "It's a pity that they will never be able to break through here for a while."
Lin Xi said calmly: "Then you can try."
Shentu Nian nodded and said, "I was just going to give it a try."
It was Shen Tunian who said he wanted to try it, but the one who took action immediately was not him, but the swordsman in white shirt behind him.
He pointed it out as a sword and stretched it forward.
When he made this move, a violent sword energy erupted like a mountain torrent, breaking through the air and forming a near-vacuum channel.
His sword flew in this empty passage and stabbed Lin Xi.
When he fired this sword, all his sleeves were shattered, like two white tassels. On his jade-white arms, cracks appeared on the skin, like runes.
This sword is his strongest sword.
Ever since the battle at Falling Star Tomb, his teacher asked him to leave Falling Star Tomb and return to Damang for meditation. Until now, he has been able to cultivate the strongest sword, the Vacuum Sword.
He inhaled some kind of liquid gold from a certain meridian in his arms, and it was like forging a rune.
When the soul power completely explodes, it directly triggers the power to break through the air, and then the soul power penetrates into the flying sword. The flying sword flies in a near vacuum with almost no wind resistance, and the speed is naturally faster.
If an ordinary person's flying sword travels along this straight path, no matter how fast it is, it will still be like an arrow and can easily be intercepted by a powerful opponent.
However, his flying sword itself is a Seven Palace Sword. When it flies in front of the opponent, his sword will turn into seven sword pieces, and its whereabouts will change suddenly. Only he himself knows these seven sword pieces.
The next trajectory of the film.
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Chu Yehan didn't know why Lin Xi had to appear here.
In his opinion, before Lin Xi's cultivation was lower than that of a Saint Master, the most important thing for him in such a war was to be the commander and make decisions, rather than come to fight, so this naked Saint Master war broke out
The more dangerous the place, the more Lin Xi should avoid it.
He couldn't understand it, but he could predict the swordsman's move in white.
Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.
When the tide in the sea is approaching, some things can already tell that the tide is coming.
The moment before the white-robed swordsman made his move, a large bronze box with many extremely fine patterns on his back, somewhere close to his skin, had already begun to automatically gather on his skin due to the strange energy fluctuations in the air.
Soul power.
In the eyes of outsiders, this big box is just a container for storing many weapons. However, only he knows that this big box is his real secret. It is the reason why he can deal with the Holy Spirit even at the peak of his great master's level.
The true secret of the teacher.
Therefore, his attacks are no slower than those of the white-shirted swordsman.
When the golden and iron energy in the white-shirted swordsman's arms shook violently, and the flow of soul power directly broke through the vacuum channel, a hole in the large bronze box on his back spurted out like an old cow's breath.
airflow.
A silver pole shot out of the hole, was nailed to the ground, then stretched, unfolded, and rotated at an unimaginable speed.
It was like opening a rotating umbrella in an instant.
But this umbrella has no real canopy.
There are only hundreds of silver-white silk threads connected to the pointed spindle-shaped awl.
It was like countless tiny chain guns flying in front of them, and like many layers of metal rotating umbrellas.
He did not instill soul power into this weapon.
Because as the most skilled master craftsman in Yunqin, he never uses the fighting methods of normal practitioners to fight against the opponent.
His weapon was spinning with such force for unknown reasons. When the white-shirted swordsman's thin sword split into seven pieces, silver-white silk threads had already entangled the pieces of the thin sword.
piece.
The thin sword blades vibrated, and the silver-white silk threads began to break as they could no longer hold up. The rotating silver poles also began to emit countless sparks and were about to be destroyed.
At this moment, Lin Xi glanced at Tang Chuqing.
The darkness here was suddenly dispersed.
The surroundings are as bright as day.
His eyes emitted countless pure rays of light that were more dazzling than the sun, fell on Tang Chuqing's body, and penetrated into Tang Chuqing's body.
Tang Chuqing's eyes, which had become extremely weak due to massive blood loss and almost unable to use her soul power, instantly became shocked and bright.
The Yitian sword in his hand, stained with his own blood, flew up at this moment.
Because the speed was too fast, the air on the sword burned and turned into a faint blue flame.
A faint blue line of fire was generated in the sky.
And when everyone saw this line of fire, at the end of the line of fire, his sword had already struck hard on one of the thin sword pieces.
Any piece of the sword is part of the sword of the white-shirted swordsman, and is the body of the sword.
This blow was like a white-shirted swordsman being hit hard on the chest by someone in a tug-of-war.
The seven sword pieces still broke through the threads and flew back.
The rotating silver poles were also broken one by one among countless sparks and fell to the ground.
However, the swordsman in white also swayed and took a step back before standing still.
A mouthful of scarlet blood surged out of his mouth along with his slight cough.
His arms could no longer be raised for a while.
"What a pity for this ingenious thing." Lin Xi looked at the broken silver poles and admired sincerely.
Shocked by the brightness just now, Chu Yehan couldn't help but bow slightly and sighed: "It's a pity."
"I said you can't kill him, and that's true." Lin Xi turned her head, looked at Shen Tu Nian, and said.
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(I wrote this chapter too late, and my mind was a little unclear when I wrote it, so the number of words is a little less, so the number of words in the next chapter will be much more)
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