Inverse Sword God

“It’s useless, no one can find me!”

The voice of black robed youth rang out around, it was so ethereal that people could not find the truth. Where are you?

“You can try!” Lin Xuan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

“Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!” The black robed youth voice was cold.

The voice fell, the air on Lin Xuan’s left was suddenly torn, and the black sickle was cut down mercilessly.

Shoo!

a sword light flashed past, stabbing accurately on the blade, and the terrifying force directly caused the blade to deviate from the direction.

bang!

The black sickle slashed on the ground, marking a crack, and countless rubble rolled to the sides.

The hard black ground was finally broken at this brief moment.

With a sword succeeded, Lin Xuan’s eyes became sharp, and the Qiuhen sword in his hand stabbed again, fast as lightning.

At this time, the body of the black robed youth has long since disappeared.

“Fengdiyijian!”

Lin Xuan took the Fengdiyijian to its extreme. The body of the sword became transparent, as if it had disappeared, leaving only the hilt exposed. outside.

This scene is extremely strange, as if the long sword is broken in half.

However, Lin Xuan’s mouth has a smile.

pu! Dang!

A deep voice sounded from the air, and then, one silhouette emerged.

“What? He actually hit!”

All the people around looked at the embarrassed black robed youth, their faces were shocked to the extreme.

“Impossible, how did he find it!” The shadow hall’s discipline screamed.

Even some Elder frowned.

“Monkey, he must be blind!”

The look of shock on the face of black robed youth has not faded. He is the same as those disciplines. I believe Lin Xuan’s sword is Mongolian.

He comprehended a hint of wind, and he can blend into the wind, and most people can’t find it, let alone hit him!

Thinking of this, the black robed youth calmed down.

With a shake of his body, he disappeared in place again.

sou!

several dozen meters long black swords lighted through the air, but the body of the black robed man never appeared,

Shoo!

The dazzling sword glow lights up, as if cold light, illuminating half of the ring.

bang!

The black robed man’s body was shaken out again, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before he stopped.

“This is impossible!” He finally lost his calmness.

Lin Xuan did not respond, but quickly attacked.

Wind and Thunder Strength surged, Lin Xuan’s speed reached the extreme.

If a careful person can find out, Lin Xuan’s body is beginning to become faintly discernible, and sometimes he can’t feel it.

Thunder and lightning surge, squally roar, wind and thunder blend, and the terrifying sword energy tears through the sky.

A sword stabbed out and all the air in the surrounding ten meters was evacuated.

Dang!

The black robed youth holds a two-meter black sickle, which turns into a semicircle in the air, blocking Lin Xuans sword glow.

But, next moment.

Lin Xuan has come to his side.

The left fist was like a dragon, and suddenly blasted out.

Thunder and lightning hit the black sickle instantly, and the terrifying force caused the black robed man to retreat more than ten meters.

“Wind Emperor’s sword!”

The sword light disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had already pierced the black robed man.

Stab it!

The black robe was torn apart, and a half-meter-long sword mark appeared on Wuying’s body.

Fortunately, he has black qi body protection, this sword not at all hurt him.

However, that embarrassing appearance made him even more angry.

“Dare to make a fool of me, you are not sorry for your death!”

Wuying tore the black robe on his body, revealing a black armor.

Like a martial artist walking out of hell, Wuying’s body is filled with black air, with a gloomy breath.

“Death sickle!”

No shadow loudly shouts, the black sickle formed a terrifying offensive, and the sharp blade made terrifying cracks in the entire ground.

Black’s wind blade wrapped Lin Xuan, and as long as it touched it, it could tear someone apart.

I am afraid that the martial artist of Spirit Sea Seven cannot resist this kind of attack.

“Lightning storm!”

Lin Xuan urged the spirit strength to form a horrible scene within several dozen meters.

The wind and thunder, the wind roars, just like Thunder Tribulation.

The two forces collided, sending out violent energy fluctuations, and violent air waves swept all over.

Huh!

The overflowing energy soon spread to the edge of the ring, and everyone felt that their chests were stuffy, and they couldn’t resist it.

weng weng!

The black ring emits rays of light, forming a translucent light curtain on the edge, blocking the storm on the ring.

Everyone sighed in relief and looked at the field again.

The two-meter-long black sickle formed a terrifying wind blade attack in front of Wu Ying.

At the same time, he also drew out the black rune with one hand, forming a black rain of light and attacking Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan slowly raised the Qiuhen Sword above his head, and the breath on his body gradually became stronger.

Just as the Divine Sword is unsheathed, the monstrous sword intent gushes out, accompanied by a dragon roar.

Behind him, a hideous dragon head faintly discernible.

The sword energy roared, tearing the air above it, and the horrible sword intent swept all over.

At this moment, people from the entire valley are looking towards this side, their eyes full of shock.

“sword intent!”

“This is a sword intent!”

Everyone was stunned, and Elder’s complexion was even more gloomy.

“Sword intent, but one of the most terrifying means of attack!”

Lin Xuan’s imposing manner at this moment has risen to an unspeakable height, I am afraid that it will be under the Spirit Realm , No one can resist.

“Sword intent, what a terrifying sword intent!”

Liu Qing, Ding Zhe and other previously unconvinced disciplines all fell into sluggishness.

In the distance, peerless genius such as Ziye and Yufei also showed grave expressions.

“Dance of Death!”

Wuying looked at the silhouette ahead, shaking slightly.

He firmly grasped the black sickle, and the spirit strength on his body turned wildly.

Dozens of black blades appeared on his body surface, forming a sharp blade with the black sickle.

Huh! call!

The sickle turns, carrying Death Aura, like the dead in the night dancing.

As the most outstanding discipline of the Shadow Palace, Wuying used all his strength at this moment.

Lin Xuan stood still like a rock, he felt the danger of death.

However, this did not shake his confidence.

“Wind and thunder cut!”

The Qiuhen sword crashed down, carrying the big dragon sword intent, like a heavenly blade.

The air waves on both sides flew upside down, forming a 50-meter vacuum zone in the center, and the terrifying sword glow instantly flooded the front.

And Wuying is also the dance of the sickle with black, transforming into a huge sickle illusory shadow, cutting upward.

Most of the ring rays of light flickered, and everyone couldn’t see it clearly, let alone dared to poke Soul Power out.

Sword intent is very powerful, claiming to be able to cut through nothingness, not to mention Soul Power!

At the edge of the ring, the translucent rays of light rippled like bubbles, as if they could break at any time.

Everyone stepped back three meters subconsciously, looking nervously towards the ring.

After a long time, sword glow disappeared, and the ring regained Ching Ming.

Everyone looked at the impatient, and suddenly fell in a cold breath.

A terrifying sword mark appeared on the extremely hard ground, which was more than thirty meters long.

In the rift, there is a silhouette on the verge of collapse.