Inverse Sword God

"Half-step fusion!" Hearing this, Lin Xuan's pupils shrank sharply.

His face was a little ugly, half-step into the spirit realm, this situation was unexpected for him.

Anything that is related to the three words Rong Lingjing is not something that a spiritual sea jian can compete with.

Seeing the change in Lin Xuan's face, Zi Xin couldn't help laughing.

He likes to admire the frightened expressions of his opponents, which is a pleasure for him.

"Die in fear!"

Zi Xin laughed loudly, his left hand suddenly protruded out, and the ferocious spiritual power also instantly bombarded Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan decisively abandoned the Qiuhen sword, and his body retreated like lightning.

At the same time, he pushed the ancient armor of body protection with all his strength, and pushed the copper thunder pattern.

Layers of thunder patterns flickered and formed rapidly on his body, and at the same time, a thick armor of light appeared on top of it.

However, the strength of the half-step Fusion Spirit Realm martial artist was stronger than he imagined. Almost in the blink of an eye, that ferocious force had already hit him.

puff!

As if being hit by a giant mountain, Lin Xuan felt that all the bones in his body were about to shatter.

"Block me!"

With a grim expression on his face, he frantically ran all the defenses, but his body flew out like a cannonball.

click! click!

Above his chest, the copper thunder pattern was dim, as if it had been extinguished.

Not only that, but a dazzling crack appeared on his body armor.

boom!

The body hit the ground and smashed a deep hole.

Lin Xuan endured the pain and drank a glass of spirit wine immediately.

If it weren't for the copper thunder pattern and ancient armor, this blow would be enough to kill him.

Moreover, his losses are also huge, not only the copper thunder pattern has been severely damaged, but also the armor attached to it is scrapped.

With the help of spirit wine, Lin Xuan recovered quickly.

"Hey, he didn't die?"

Is Zi Xin very surprised? The blow he just made was enough to kill any Spiritual Sea Realm warrior thousands of times.

Purple light flashed, Zi Xin looked at Lin Xuan.

"Hey, it turns out that there is a spirit armor to protect the body, no wonder it can escape the catastrophe!"

"But how much are you looking at this time?"

When the voice fell, Zixin rushed forward, and purple flames appeared on the palm of his hand.

All the hairs on Lin Xuan's body stood up, and it felt like he was being stared at by a peerless beast that could be swallowed up at any time.

"Don't take it hard, the gap is too big!" The wine master reminded.

Lin Xuan nodded, Zi Xin's strength far surpassed him, and even Meng Yan, Lin Feng and others couldn't stop him.

It's no wonder that although Zixin looks young, her real age is in her forties, and her cultivation time far exceeds that of Lin Xuan.

"Qing slave, it's up to you!"

The storage ring flashed, and a blue figure appeared.

Lin Xuan's eyes changed, forming a series of inscriptions into the body of the blue figure.

"It's useless, in front of me, there is no difference between a spiritual sea warrior and an ant!"

Zi Xin suddenly appeared, and Zi Yan's palm suddenly fell.

boom!

The flames jumped, the air was burned, and it turned into a sea of ​​flames that spread in all directions.

However, a cyan figure stood in front of Lin Xuan and took the palm.

"die!"

Zi Xin's eyes were cold, and he planned to shoot the two to death together.

At the moment when it touched the body of the blue-haired man, a cold and dark aura rose into the sky, as if to devour everything.

The billowing green smoke formed a ten-meter-sized fist and blasted towards Zixin.

The rocks were shattered, and the surrounding trees within a hundred meters were broken.

Like a giant mountain pressing on the top, the cyan fist bounced off the flame palm and charged towards Zixin with a more formidable aura.

"Humph!"

Zi Xin snorted coldly, and her body was like a flame, spreading out in all directions, and then re-condensing in the back.

When the two fought, Lin Xuan swayed and took the Qiuhen sword back.

"What about the half-step fusion spirit, I have even hit the face of the real fusion spirit realm, let alone you!"

Lin Xuan was angry, since the other party wanted to kill him, he would not be soft-hearted.

"Qing Nu, kill him!" Lin Xuan shouted coldly.

This young slave is the mysterious blue-haired man who used to follow Lin Xuan, but now he has been cast as a slave by Lin Xuan, so he can only obey him.

shhhhhh!

The green-haired man's hair was curled like a thousand arrows, flying towards the purple heart.

"There's actually a helper!" Zi Xin felt the breath of Qing slave, and there was a sense of solemnity in her heart.

He put away his abusive mood, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Unless you are a real powerhouse in the spirit fusion realm, you should just wait to die!" Zi Xin obviously did not intend to let Lin Xuan go.

"Purple Flame Transformation!"

With a flip of the palm, the purple flames formed a 100-meter-sized flamingo, covering the sky and the sun, rushing forward.

Puff puff!

The three thousand green hairs were like sharp swords, piercing the purple flame bird and running towards the purple heart.

"Great Dragon Sword Intent!"

"Flying Stars!"

Lin Xuan's swords merged into one, forming a meteor, stabbing Purple Heart.

The sword light flashed, and the Qiuhen sword stabbed Zixin's chest, knocking him away.

"Wind Emperor's Sword!"

Lin Xuan made another move, stabbed out with a sword, the situation changed, and the dazzling sword light slashed at Zi Xin, knocking him out.

The Ziyan Firebird in the sky disappeared, and Zixin's body was also knocked out a hundred meters away.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned.

Under the perception of his soul, Zixin's aura did not weaken, on the contrary, it became stronger and stronger.

"Did he not hurt him?" Lin Xuan's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

"Boy, I have to admit that I underestimate you!"

"But, just with this, you can't hurt me at all!"

Zi Xin's voice was cold, he stepped out and came to Lin Xuan in an instant.

He tore off the shattered clothes on his body, revealing the dark black armor on his body.

"I have high-grade Xuan-rank armor, and you can't break my defense!"

There was a playful expression on Zixin's face. With this armor, he was not afraid even in the face of Qing slaves.

"I'm going to scrape 36,000 knives on you, then sprinkle bloodthirsty ants and eat your flesh and blood!"

"I want your soul to be reincarnated in hell!"

Purple Heart's voice was cold, like a demon.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath: "It's not certain who will die!"

"Qing slave, come on!"

call out! The cyan figure pounced again and fought with Zixin.

On the other hand, Lin Xuan continued to fuse the Soul Sword and the Great Dragon Sword Intent.

Finally, fifteen times later, he succeeded.

Roar!

The low dragon roar sounded, and the invisible sword of the soul stabbed at Zixin.

With the blessing of Sword Intent, the power of Soul Sword has at least doubled, which is why Lin Xuan chose to use Soul Sword instead of Soul Fire.

call out!

The sword of the soul silently attacked Purple Heart.

"Hmph, worm-carving trick!"

Zi Xin sneered, her eyes turned, and the fire of her soul poured out.

Chi Chi! puff!

The two collided, and the fire of the soul only resisted for a breath of time, and then went out.

"What?" Zi Xin frowned, as if she didn't expect Lin Xuan's soul attack to become stronger.

"what--"

The next moment, he finally tasted the power of the Soul Sword.