A flash of light flashed, and Lin Xuan appeared again more than twenty feet away.
The whining sound reached my ears, and the ball of light transformed by the flying knife still chased after me like a shadow.
With the help of the formation, these thirty-six flying knives are not only incredibly powerful, but they can also teleport.
Lin Xuan's face was extremely ugly, and he waved his right hand down and took out the purple whip.
After the treasure was taken away, it immediately transformed into a dragon with its head and tail swaying. It was more than twenty feet long, with a purple body and a strange and powerful coercion emanating from all over its body.
He opened his mouth and sprayed out a purple beam of light. At the same time, he waved his claws, and the sound of hissing through the air reached his ears, and countless claw shadows appeared in the air.
However, unlike ordinary attacks, there were runes floating around the light pillar.
The claw shadows flickered, as if there was another mystery...
"Ziying, it's impossible. How could this thing be in your hands?"
Huitong's face was filled with astonishment, and his expression was almost as if he had seen a ghost. You must know that although Yunzhou is a holy land for cultivation, there are only a few old monsters who can enter the separation and separation stage, and they are all very familiar with each other.
This purple whip is a treasure that the Nine-Headed Ancestor loves very much. Huitong has been dealing with him for hundreds of years, how could he not recognize it?
This time, due to the Luo family's conspiracy, both the human and demon clans suffered heavy casualties at the Tianyun Fair. Not to mention the other monks who died, the most shocking thing is that the Nine-Head Ancestor also disappeared inexplicably. This matter is still under cultivation.
There was an uproar in the fairy world. You must know that the old monster is a fifth-level clutch stage monster.
Logically speaking, there are very few people in the human world who can threaten his existence.
However, to their surprise, the old guy was indeed nowhere to be found, so everyone placed the blame on the Luo family.
But now the purple whip is in Lin Xuan's hands.
Could it be that……
Huitong took a breath. Although he was just suspicious in his heart, his taboo against Lin Xuan was obviously stronger.
The claw shadows all over the sky collided with the ball of light transformed by the flying knife.
Purple light flashed, barely blocking the opponent's attack.
However, the matter was not over yet, other flying knives also flew over.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Although this formation was strange, it was not perfect. There were only two flying knives that could teleport at the same time.
This will buy you opportunities for subsequent actions.
With a flick of his sleeve, a broken sword flew out.
It was no more than a foot long, with cracks all over its surface, yet a majestic pressure spread out.
Although Lin Xuan's knowledge is extensive, the opponent is an old monster in the clutch stage after all, and this formation is not so easy to break. The only thing he can think of now is to use the Tongtian Lingbao to fight with the opponent.
Lin Xuan reached out to hold it without hesitation, green light flowed from his body, and he poured mana into it. Runes the size of a fist appeared on the blade, then rotated and flickered, and disappeared into Lin Xuan's body. His palm
Wrapped in a layer of silver light, scales the size of copper coins appeared one by one.
When Huitong saw this scene, he shouted loudly, opened and closed his hands, and the vitality of the nearby heaven and earth flew towards the light balls transformed by the flying knives like a gaping river and lake.
In an instant, the size of those light balls skyrocketed again.
The power of each one is absolutely no less than the full blow of the natal magic weapon of the monks in the late Yuan Ying period, and apart from the two blocked by the purple whip, there are a total of thirty-four such light balls.
The power can be imagined...
Not to mention the mere immortal cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage, even the old monsters in the Separation and Reunion stage, except for Wangting Tower, no one dares to directly attack them.
Lin Xuan's expression was extremely ugly, but at this moment, there was no reason to hesitate. He raised the Demonic Sword high and swung it forward.
"combine!"
Huitong's pupils also shrank. Following his movements, the light balls formed by the thirty-four flying knives suddenly gathered in the middle and merged into one.
A crackling sound reached my ears, and a golden ball of light rose up. In the center of the ball of light, all the flying knives were arranged and combined to form a big "Buddha".
The sound of Sanskrit singing rang out all around.
And as Lin Xuan swung his right hand down, a bright sword energy emerged, and the runes on the surface surged, rumbling like the ball of light.
The sword energy was silver, and although it could not reach the sky or the earth, it was still thirty or forty feet long, and its power was astonishing.
The enemies were extremely jealous when they met. Lin Xuan and Huitong had not had much time to fight before they each used their best skills to suppress the situation.
Huitong's sword formation is certainly no small matter, but the power of Lin Xuan's Tongtian Lingbao cannot be underestimated.
boom!
The ball of light touched the sword light, and for a moment, the entire sky was filled with gold and silver, and strange runes could be seen surging from time to time...
The sword light and the ball of light fought desperately, but it brought terrible pressure. The whole earth kept shaking, and huge cracks appeared on the distant mountain peaks.
The gravel fell like raindrops.
And there were not a few disciples with low cultivation level of Qianying Sect and Ji family who spurted blood.
Although Lin Xuan and Huitong fought, they had already retreated more than ten miles away, but the aftermath of the head-on collision between the two was still too scary.
Colorful rays of light rose into the sky, and those guys rushed out colorful defensive weapons.
Huitong's face was extremely ugly. When he was in the suburbs of Xuanyuan City, he had experienced the power of Lin Xuan's Demonic Sword, but it was incomparable to what he saw before him.
hateful!
A stern look flashed in the old monk's eyes.
He shouted "Amitabha" loudly, then opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood essence flashed in the wind, turned into the golden word "Buddha" again, and was injected into the light ball.
When Lin Xuan saw this, his pupils shrank, and naturally he would not be idle. He waved his right hand, brushing it, and slashed forward with three swords in a row.
The silver sword light flashes...
Of course, compared with the full blow just now, it is obviously far inferior, but the combination of several sword energy also possesses extraordinary power.
Both sides gnashed their teeth, each wanting to kill the other.
boom!
A shocking loud noise reached my ears, and the golden and silver light curtains were indistinguishable, but finally burst open.
The terrifying light waves swelled and shrank, forming a gold and silver cloud, covering an area of acres in radius.
The two sides used their magical powers at the bottom of the box to fight, with no winner or loser, and put both sides in a very dangerous situation.
In the distance, the monks from the Qianying Sect and the Ji family looked at each other. Originally it was a life and death struggle between them, but when things developed to this point, it seemed that it had nothing to do with them anymore.
After all, in front of clutch-level beings, two small sects and tens of thousands of immortal cultivators are no more than ants.
The key is to see the outcome between Lin Xuan and Huitong.
"Aunt, what's the result?" The head of the Ji family, the monk with the scar on his face, spoke slowly, his eyes filled with shock. Although he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, such a terrifying fighting technique had never been heard of before.
"I am not sure as well."
Ji Haitang smiled bitterly and shook his head. Although she was on the same level as Lin Xuan in terms of realm, the strength of the two sides was simply not the same.
Immortal cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage can be as good as old monsters in the Separation and Reunion stage. If she hadn't witnessed such a thing with her own eyes, no matter who told her, this woman would never believe it.
Who is that young man? When did Yunzhou produce such an incredible person?
It stands to reason that a master of this level would never be ignorant, but why didn't he even know a little bit about it?
With all the thoughts running through his mind, the only thing Ji Haitang could do was to wait and see.
The golden clouds kept spitting out, and strange runes kept floating around.
There was also a sound like crackling fried beans reaching the ears. Just like this, after half a cup of tea, the gold and silver clouds finally faded and finally dispersed completely.
Two figures emerged.
The one on the left is Lin Xuan.
At this time, his face looked very ugly, in one word... pale, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
The originally brilliant and eye-catching green flame unicorn armor now became a bit bumpy and dim.
Thinking about the scene just now, Lin Xuan was still frightened. The two were almost evenly matched, but in the end, a big explosion occurred. Neither he nor Huitong escaped, and they were both involved.
The power is so great that even when Lin Xuan is at his peak, he may not be able to block it, or at least he will have to suffer a lot.
And just after using the Tongtian Lingbao, although there is still a lot of magic power in the body, it happens to be the moment when the old power is exhausted and the new power is not generated, there are not many ways to defend at all.
Lin Xuan was a little desperate at that time, thinking that at least serious injury was inevitable. However, at this moment, the green flame unicorn armor on his body activated by itself, and the inlaid Ghost Emperor Demon Pill and the Fire Dragon King's inner elixir buzzed together. Lin Xuan was overjoyed.
, busy injecting what little mana you can gather into it.
The evil wind was raging, the demonic energy surged, and then two layers of protective shields, one red and one black, appeared in sight, wrapping him up.
Then he was engulfed by the gold and silver light waves.
Being in it, Lin Xuan realized how terrifying it was. At least the black gold dragon armor shield was almost impossible to withstand, or at most it would take a few breaths of effort, although the black and red light curtain was quickly destroyed.
However, the main body of the Jade Flame Qilin Armor blocked 80% of the power.
Lin Xuan opened the Nine Heavens Spiritual Shield again. In the end, although he suffered some injuries, compared with expectations, they were completely negligible.
It is said that when a person is unlucky, his teeth will be jammed when he drinks cold water. The same is true for a person who is lucky. Fortunately, he refined the Jade Flame Qilin Armor, otherwise it is hard to say what the consequences will be.
On the other hand, Huitong was not so lucky.
At this time, this immortal cultivator from the Buddhist sect was in an extreme state of embarrassment. Although the body that had just been taken away was not completely destroyed, his left hand and left foot were missing. Although the blood had stopped, his expression was...
Fierce ghost.
The same situation as Lin Xuan, he used all his strength to press the bottom of the box, but when he was caught in the light wave, he could not mobilize much mana.
And he doesn't have armor protection, but as an old monster in the clutch stage, this guy is really no small matter. In such an unfavorable situation, he still managed to save his life.