"What?"
Nie Hao couldn't believe his ears. He looked at Lin Xuanji's eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person, and asked word for word: "I just messed with you, what do you want?"
"If you mess with me, I'll beat you up!"
Lin Xuanji jumped up and rushed towards Nie Hao.
"court death!"
Nie Hao was furious, and the fly whisk in his hand burst out into a ball of dazzling brilliance.
Six spiritual patterns, innate spiritual weapons!
Even under the suppression of Emperor Yin's aura, Nie Hao still had an innate spiritual weapon in his hands.
It can be seen from this that Nie Hao's status among the Jindan masters of the Hunyuan Sect is indeed not low, second only to Emperor Yin!
Uh-huh!
Nie Hao waved the whisk in his hand, and three thousand silver-white dust threads turned into a blazing white light, as if bundled into a silver-white long sword, and struck Lin Xuanji in the middle!
The light is dazzling and the speed is extremely fast, almost instantaneously!
Lin Xuanji's expression did not change, as if he had expected it. Like a prophet who predicted the unknown, his whole body dwarfed and he narrowly avoided Nie Hao's killing move!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Lin Xuanji flicked his backhand, and three top-quality flying swords flew through the air.
These three flying swords were divided into three different directions. They were extremely agile and stabbed at the vital points of Nie Hao's body.
This kind of sword-controlling skill is already quite advanced.
At the same time, Lin Xuanji shot out a series of spiritual techniques in his hand, which were complicated and unpredictable.
Tianba hand!
Lihenzhi!
Frost Palm!
Fuyun hand!
Air Cicada Air Explosion Technique!
Sanqing Ghost Sword!
Ice Condensation Technique!
…
After a set of dazzling changes in spiritual techniques, Lin Xuanji fired eighteen spiritual techniques in one breath, which seemed to condense into a shocking tsunami and swarmed towards Nie Hao!
Stunning!
Seeing this scene, there were only these two words in everyone's mind.
"this… "
"Amazing!"
"What is this man's background?"
"Among these eighteen spiritual arts, there are spiritual arts from all sects. I can't even recognize his origin!"
There was a wave of noise in the crowd.
In order to conceal his identity, Lin Xuanji naturally would not release the secret skills of the Xuanji Palace, but he had learned a lot and knew almost everything. If he took action casually, it would be a suffocating offensive!
Not to mention Nie Hao, even Su Zimo couldn't figure out Lin Xuanji's strength.
"I go!"
Nie Hao was startled and cursed in his heart: "This kid is hiding his clumsiness!"
Where is the small role here
Nie Hao waved the whisk in his hand, and the three thousand dust threads split into three strands, each facing the flying sword.
The next moment, Nie Hao frantically circulated the golden elixir and unleashed the sect's secret technique - Hunyuan Palm!
Hoo ho ho!
Nie Hao was in a hurry and kept releasing Hunyuan Palm.
Solid palm prints appeared in the void, colliding with the oncoming eighteen spiritual arts!
boom! boom! boom!
A series of violent collisions, deafening and billowing.
Nie Hao stood up in the air, almost being blown away and his face turned pale.
The secret technique that just exploded like this almost exhausted half of the spiritual energy in his Dantian!
"What a madman!"
Nie Hao cursed, slapped his palm on the storage bag, took out a few pills, and was about to swallow them to replenish his spiritual power.
"Let me go!"
suddenly!
A voice sounded in Nie Hao's ears, which almost scared him out of his wits.
At some point, Lin Xuanji came to his side, stretched out the iron ruler in his hand, and tapped his wrist that was holding the pill!
"ah!"
Nie Hao screamed, his wrist instantly became red and swollen, his palm trembled, and the elixir in his palm fell.
"You dare to hit me?"
Nie Hao's eyes were red and he was gnashing his teeth, wishing he could tear Lin Xuanji alive!
In fact, Lin Xuanji had already held back at this moment.
If he really tried his best, Nie Hao's hand would be useless!
In other words, the iron ruler did not hit Nie Hao's wrist, but hit his head...
This matter can be understood as long as you calm down and think about it for a while, but Nie Hao can no longer care about so much. In his mind, he only thinks about killing Lin Xuanji and regaining his face.
"I told you not to mess with me, but you didn't listen."
Lin Xuanji curled his lips and muttered: "Are you stubborn? I said that I am a small role, do you take it seriously? What an idiot! Are you beaten stupid by Di Yin on weekdays?"
"kill!"
Nie Hao was so angry that his mouth was filled with smoke and his whole body was shaking.
The fly whisk in his hand shook, and three thousand dust threads shot through the air, suddenly scattered in mid-air, and fell like a waterfall, as if they had condensed into a prison and shrouded Lin Xuanji.
"hehe."
Lin Xuanji's eyes flashed with mockery, his body flashed, and he had already moved into the distance.
Lin Xuanji raised his voice and said, "Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you mess with me, I'll beat you up!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
There were bursts of laughter from the crowd in the distance.
Nie Hao's face turned green and white for a while, and his lungs almost exploded with anger. He couldn't bear it anymore and yelled: "I'll beat your mother!"
While speaking, Nie Hao rushed forward again.
the other side.
Leng Ming and Little Fatty, the true disciples of the Er Tomb Sect, finally faced each other!
This is an inevitable battle between the two!
The winner is the true successor of the Tomb Sect in this life!
"Junior brother, just admit defeat."
Leng Ming shook his head and said: "You have been a member of the sect for twenty years, and you and I have fought against each other twenty times. When did you defeat me?"
"I beat you this time, that's enough!" The little fat man said solemnly.
Leng Ming's eyes grew colder and he said in a cold voice: "Junior brother, if you hand over the Underworld Map now, I might be able to spare your life. If you persist in your obsession, don't blame me for being cruel!"
"It's you who are obsessed with it, not me."
The little fat man took out the flying sword from his storage bag and said: "No need to say more, let's fight!"
"good!"
Leng Ming shouted loudly, and also used his flying sword to fight with the little fat man.
Before the remaining thousands of monks could take action, Monkey, Spirit Tiger, Golden Lion, and Qing Qing had already charged into the crowd, causing a bloody storm!
The opponent has a large number of people. If they wait for them to strike first and one of them launches a flying sword and stabs it without thinking, the monkey and others will be injured.
Now, they divided into four groups and charged into the crowd, killing them to pieces and causing chaos.
These monks can only fight on their own.
The little fox stood motionless, using the charm technique of the fox clan. He opened his mouth slightly and spit out streams of fragrance. Soon, dozens of monks lost their minds and started fighting with their fellow disciples.
when!
A piercing sound of clashing gold swords was heard, which penetrated the gold and cracked the stone. The monks nearby felt their ears stinging and a look of pain appeared on their faces.
But it was Su Zimo and Xu Cheng who gave them a head-on blow.
The blood-tempered sword collided with the green thunder sword.
Sizzle!
Blood light and thunder light, two completely different forces, are constantly intertwined in mid-air, devouring each other!
The stalemate lasted only a breath.
Xu Cheng was shocked all over, his expression changed drastically, and he fell down.
Fenglei Palace is good at thunder and lightning techniques, and the inherited "Taixu Thunder Technique" also has many body-refining methods.
Although it is not as good as the top body refining sects such as Liuli Palace and Bawang Palace, its close combat power cannot be underestimated.
However, Xu Cheng didn't expect that he couldn't even withstand Su Zimo's sword!
Even if Su Zimo didn't use all his strength, Xu Cheng couldn't stop him!
The power of thunder and lightning attached to the green thunder knife poured into Su Zimo's body, like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any ripples.
But the blood power in the blood-tempered knife poured into Xu Cheng's body, instantly causing his blood and energy to become confused. He almost flowed back into his heart and died from an explosion!