Now the two ancestors are controlled by a group of infernal soldiers and blood beasts, and they cannot shoot at all, so he must do it himself.
If you are lucky, he may quietly get so secrets here in Lin Xuan.
That way, in the future, he may be able to make rapid progress and even reach the state of his ancestor.
Thinking of this, there was a hint of madness in his eyes, which was definitely the best chance.
This is his best chance to catch Lin Xuan.
Thinking of this, the beast-clothed young man drank a low voice, burning with all his spiritual energy, like a huge fla, crackling in the void around him.
The five-point finger ran out and passed in the air to form a cage covering Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan snorted, erratic, pulling countless figures in the void.
At the sa ti, the Fengying Sword pierced, and each ti a fine sword gas penetrated the void and hit the bright fingers.
At the sa ti, his left hand clenched, forming a pitcher of dark swords, floating in the air.
"Sword of Silence."
The long sword is dark, exuding a sense of death, like the sword of hell, making people tremble.
This sword was originally realized from the blood of the king, but now it is displayed by the soul of the Great Dragon Sword, its power is several tis greater than before.
Not only that, the aning of solitude and desolation on the sword was more concentrated.
With a wave of Lin Xuan's arm, the dark sword of annihilation quickly fell off and slashed at the Beastcloth Youth.
Everywhere I passed, a breath of dying death erupted, and the whole space was filled with a coldness, which ant that it seed to freeze.
Suddenly, the face of the beast clothing youth beca extrely ugly. He felt that the body's functions were disappearing rapidly, as if the life essence was going to be lost.
"What kind of swordsmanship is this, it's weird! It can deprive you of life!"
Lin Xuan held the Fengying Sword in his right hand and shattered Wuzhizhimang. At the sa ti, he held the Blade of Perdition in his left hand and quickly chopped the beast-clothed youth.
For a mont, the beast-clothed youth lost his previous arrogance.
His body is beating continuously and dodging fast, he can feel that if he is cut by that dark sword, his body life will be lost by most.
Serious injury in this dangerously lost temple is undoubtedly equivalent to death.
The beast-dressed young man gritted his teeth, and he was unwilling. He wondered why Lin Xuan's strength suddenly beca so fierce.
Today, this situation is beyond his dream. He cultivated to reach the limit of psychic realm, but it is extrely powerful, but he did not expect that he would be chased by a warrior in the middle of psychic realm.
Fortunately, there are no other warriors here, otherwise his heart is dead.
The elder gray and white are fighting a group of vicious soldiers and blood beasts, the bone demon will fight fiercely, they glanced, seeing the condition of the beast clothing youth, his beard was cocked.
At that mont, they thought they were dazzled, and a kid in the middle of the psychic state hunted down the warrior at the limit of the psychic state.
This is so ridiculous!
"Soul Li, what are you doing, hurry up and take him all down!" The gray-clad old man was angry.
Hearing that the young man in the animal clothing shuddered, he knew that he could not keep it anymore.
"Boy, I'm surprised that your strength has risen to such a level, it really surprised !"
"But that's it, I'll let you know what a true strong person is, and you can die in blood, you're proud of yourself."
In other words, the Beast-clothed youth is not dodging, he stands in the void, black hair flutters behind him, his robe hunts and squeaks, and his personal montum continues to rise, and blood-stained lines fill his body.
Behind him, condensed into a fierce tiger, roaring around.
At the sa ti, black and white lines appeared on his cheeks and above his arms.
Not only that, her bones and limbs also beca thicker, and the whole person was filled with a ferocious aning.
No one who has seen the power of my blood can survive, and you are no exception! The soul sound was cold.
After exerting his blood power, he beca extrely fierce.
"The power of the bloodline?" Lin Xuan stopped, a sneer appeared from the corner of his mouth, he had the soul of the big dragon sword, and he was not afraid of the blood pressure!
"Ignorant ants, it seems that you don't understand the power of bloodline power!" Seeing Lin Xuan's sneer, a little annoyance appeared in the young soul of the animal clothing.
Then he was full of murderous energy, and he scratched the cross with his hands in the void.
Void trembled, spiritual power condensed, and as soon as the white tiger's virtual shadow erged, a scream of roaring sky flew towards Lin Xuan.
This power is too powerful, it has exceeded the limit of psychic realm.
The youth of the animal clothing sneered, this blow was enough to kill the ordinary psychic extre martial arts, and Lin Xuan couldn't compete.
The tiger roared, shaking the void, and ca to Lin Xuan in an instant.
Lin Xuan looked cold, holding the sword of silence, and stabbed forward quickly.
The dark sword of silence exudes the power of silence and death, like the sword of death, across the void quickly.
In an instant, he collided with the tiger's virtual shadow.
The two collided without emitting a dazzling light or a shocking explosion.
Between that dark silence, the white tiger's virtual shadow was touched.
That huge white tiger's ghost image beca dim, as if the energy of the body was drained and sluggish.
And the sword of silence still exudes the dark and cold light, and its breath makes the white tiger's ghost image dissipate quickly.
Not only that, but even the beast-clothed youth in the rear was shocked, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
For a mont, he felt a cold and unusual breath covering him, as if absorbing the energy in his body.
For a mont, he felt that the essence of life and spiritual power had been lost.
This thod was too weird. His frightened face was pale, and he quickly cut off the connection with the white tiger's ghost image, and then the cold and dying breath gradually disappeared.
"What sword is it? It's so horrible!" The beast-clothed youth was frightened, and he found that he still underestimated Lin Xuan ~ ~ This is your bloodline power? Lin Xuan smiled. "In my opinion, it's not even as good as garbage!" "
"Don't you want to kill ? I'll see. How did you kill ?" Lin Xuan Lengheng, his eyes filled with killing.
He and the other party have no resentnt or even resentnt, but they do not even know each other, but the other party wants to kill him more than once or twice for greed in the heart.
This made him angry, unable to forgive each other.
Lin Xuan, like a **** of killing, walked step by step with the sword of silence.
"Look for death!" The beast-clothed youth was furious.
As a clan's peerless genius, he has been noticed by people since he was a child, and no one has dared to despise him so much.
Now, a warrior in the middle of the psychic state dares to treat him this way!
He fists with two fists, hits hundreds of boxing shadows, condenses into a white tiger, and finally the whole void is filled with hundreds of thousands of boxing shadows.
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