Spiritual energy was like a sea, constantly condensing around Lin Xiao.
Then it turned into sword hilts the size of thumbs, sharp edges and sharp thoughts.
In an instant, a sword mark appeared on Lin Xiao's eyebrows.
White pattern base, whole body cyan.
Boom, the sword erupted like a violent rain, and Lin Xiao stabbed Zhang Dongtian like a meteor falling from the sky.
Lin Xiao showed no mercy and killed him decisively.
The majestic spiritual power mixed with the sword intent directly penetrated Zhang Dongtian, and the other person was smashed into a sieve like a dustpan measuring rice.
"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect you to be quite capable. You actually understood the meaning of the sword!"
Wang Ritian frowned slightly and looked at Lin Xiao with an evil smile.
"If you can refine it and become my puppet, your strength will be greatly increased!"
The tension has not diminished at all, but the smell of gunpowder has become stronger.
"Then it depends on whether you have this ability!"
Lin Xiao didn't flinch at all, because there was no way out.
If the deacon elder was here, he might have some say, but at present, it seems that there is no way to contact the deacon elder, unless he uses the talisman given by Fairy Mo Shang.
But he felt that there was no need to use this talisman to deal with Wang Ritian. After all, he only had three chances to use it once. If one day he had to use it countless times for something really important, it would be a big loss!
"Haha, you have no chance!"
Wang Ritian sneered, and then his spiritual power condensed into a tall shadow behind him.
Long hair with golden threads, red eyes and long arms.
The sharp teeth are revealed like two Optimus Primes.
The muscles with obvious lines and textures showed their strength even more, and a boundless roar spread instantly.
Just one sound shook Lin Xiao back several steps!
Then violent spiritual power emerged from Wang Ritian's body, and several purple-black black iron spikes protruded from the tip of the paper fan he was playing with.
Oh, Wang Ritian suddenly threw the paper fan out with a wave of his hand.
It's not just a simple paper fan, it's an assassination weapon mixed with spiritual power and high-quality materials.
Its special degree can even corrode spiritual power, which is a disastrous existence for practitioners.
As long as you are knocked down, the supply and use of spiritual power will be inhibited, and your strength will be greatly reduced!
Facing the enemy with a green sword, Lin Xiao resisted Wang Ritian's attack with both hands on the sword, but he still failed to prevent the sneak attack from the hidden weapon spike.
A drop of purple blood slowly fell, and a hole the size of a thumb was drilled into the ground.
"Lin Xiao, are you okay?"
Ling Xiaoyao was so frightened that he ran over and quickly took out the vitalizing blood powder and handed it to Lin Xiao.
"No need, this blood-activating powder can't dispel the poison!" Lin Xiao put aside Ling Xiaoyao's blood-activating powder and asked him to stay away to avoid being affected.
"Hahaha, it seems you have heard a little bit about it. At first, I thought you were really a country bumpkin who came out of a ravine. It seems you were careless!"
As he spoke, Wang Ritian's face gradually turned ferocious, and he rushed down with one step.
Like a tiger descending from a mountain, the invincible momentum instantly condensed into a giant fist of nothingness and hit Lin Xiao!
Wang Ritian's ferocious face was twisted like a ghost, and his arrogant laughter was even more despairing.
"stop!"
Ling Xiaoyao looked at Lin Xiao, who was wrapped in black energy, and apologized in his heart, and rushed up to stand in front of him.
"Don't you want me to practice dual cultivation with you? I promise you!"
Ling Xiaoyao pursed her red lips, her eyes filled with stubbornness.
She has no chance now. The strength Wang Ritian showed just now clearly shows that he has the seventh level of Qi Condensation Realm, plus he has a martial arts body.
The existence of the golden-threaded Crazy Wood Ape possesses a high-grade martial spirit.
Its strength can even reach ten thousand kilograms, and it only takes a single punch to easily subdue a person at the sixth level of Qi Condensation realm, let alone a fifth level person like Lin Xiao.
She didn't want what happened to her brother to happen again.
Not even counting the martial arts that come with Wuhun. If he uses them, there is no chance of winning. If coupled with his good talent, he will simply survive in the cracks!
"Stand back, I'm going to take action!"
Facing Wang Ritian's high-grade martial spirit, Lin Xiao just frowned slightly, "It's true that strength is the most important thing. Your qualifications are good, but you seem to have made a mistake!"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
"Hahaha, you don't think you are the right one, do you?" Wang Ritian became more ferocious, and the martial spirit behind him instantly turned scarlet: "I want you to know what cruelty is!"
I saw the scarlet gibbon spirit transforming into a huge arm again, and its arrogant fist was filled with primitive power and swung towards Lin Xiao fiercely.
Seeing this, Lin Xiao didn't act carelessly. Instead, he held the sword in both hands and lightly touched it.
The spiritual power moved under his thoughts, and finally gathered in the palm of his hand.
A shadow of three people's height appeared. It was an enhanced and enlarged version of the Qingyun Sword.
The only difference is that he has a little more agility,
"Shanhe Sword Technique, Luohe!"
Lin Xiao's face showed a cold look, and he gathered all his spiritual power and used his sword again.
The sound of the air shattering sounded, and a terrifying aura swept over. The violent collision of spiritual powers formed a stream of air turbulence, which was so powerful that it even overturned the artifacts on the side.
I saw Lin Xiao's whole body surrounded by spiritual energy. When the white spiritual energy condensed, there was a vague aura of vast mountains and rivers. His aura was not inferior to Wang Ritian's at all.
With a bright "kill" sound, the two of them collided fiercely.
The dust and smoke were vague, and a figure fell gently in the smoke.
Ling Xiaoyao was filled with anxiety and slowly approached, clasping his hands and praying continuously in his heart.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just exhausted!"
Lin Xiao's words were like a reassurance, making Ling Xiaoyao breathe a sigh of relief.
She hurriedly stepped forward to help the staggering Lin Xiao, and then quickly took out the elixir and handed it to him: "How is he? You didn't kill him, did you? Come on, brother Lin Xiao, take this elixir and recover." one time!"
"Ahem, immortality and disability!" With a grunt, Lin Xiao swallowed up the bottle of spiritual elixir to restore spiritual energy like a hungry tiger pouncing on food, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "But it is not ruled out that he still has some remaining means to save himself. Oh, but I think the blow just now was enough to kill him. If he is still alive, it will be very difficult in the future!"
Dead people can't speak, so if Lin Xiao can talk cleverly and add some exaggeration, he can clear up the matter and not be misunderstood!
But as the saying goes, the more people fear something, the more it will come!
"Hahaha, good, good!"
"Okay, okay!"
A crazy voice came from the smoke, and Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly.
An extremely embarrassed figure appeared in the smoke.
That was Wang Ritian. At this moment, he could only be described as dilapidated.
An arm was broken, and a huge scar appeared on his chest.
Weird purple-red blood trickled down, and you could even see the white bones!
There was a blood-colored bead in his hand, and his face became even more ferocious.
"I have to admit your strength, but you have to know that strength alone is not enough in this world, it also depends on power!"
"The Lord of Hell is here today, and you won't survive!"
With a snap, the blood beads shattered and suddenly there was a storm between heaven and earth.
