Going straight to the eighteen heads of Jiqiong who had just gotten out of trouble, the middle-aged man-like head who had been persistently hunting down Wang Lin before went away. The killing was too fast, and it was approaching in an instant.
A bang fell on the head.
Under this crazy impact, Na Ji's body couldn't help but have a meal. Without time to see Zhan Guo, Wang Lin galloped back, approaching the whirlpool in a blink of an eye, and stepped in.
At the moment when his figure disappeared, he looked back at Jiqiong's direction, but he felt a little in his heart.
Na Jiqiong had a middle-aged man-like head on the eighteen branches, with two black blood dripping from his eyes, other than that, he was unscathed! Jiqiong's body trembled, and all his eighteen heads were suddenly lifted, and he roared countless times more than before.
This time, it was really angry!
The roar echoed, and even the whirlpool where Wang Lin was located seemed to be unstable. After taking a step forward, he immediately came to the whirlpool. The moment Wang Lin disappeared, his body also got in.
The first level in the land of ancient gods. Divided into gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, Wang Lin entered the earth pass and ventured to kill Meng Tuozi in it. But what he entered right now was the Golden Pass.
As soon as he walked out of the whirlpool, what immediately appeared in front of Wang Lin was a tomb like a sword! On the ground, a handful of broken swords were stuck on the ground alone, and they were densely packed at first glance. In this boundless world, the number of swords could not be calculated.
The sorrow of a sword exudes the smell of loneliness in this quiet world.
Wang Lin didn’t have time to observe the surroundings. After he appeared, he immediately rushed forward. At the same time, his right eye flickered, and the thunder light spread out all around the body, turning into arcs of electric light surrounding him. From a distance, Wang Lin at this moment seemed to be reappearing. The former name of Thunder God!
He didn't stagnate at all. When he rushed out, his right hand was leaping quickly behind him. Suddenly, his whole body was thunderous as if he had found a catharsis, and he thundered and went straight behind him.
At this moment, the gloomy sky far behind Wang Lin was distorted, and the angry Jiqiong stepped out in the ripples, and hit Wang Lin's cathartic thunder head-on.
The booming sound echoed the tomb of the sword, and the thunder fell, causing Jiqiong's roar to spread, even ignoring the might of thunder. Seventeen pairs of blood-red eyes among the eighteen heads stared at Wang Lin and chased after him again.
It’s just that Wang Lin’s thunder power cannot be underestimated. It continuously falls on Jiqiong, making it impossible to unfold at all speed. This scene is as if Jiqiong is going through the sky, and Wang Lin has become a way of heaven. Messenger in general!
In front of Wang Lin galloped, his hands kept pinching the tactics, the thunder light flashed from his fingertips, turned out from all directions, and fell directly on Ji Qiong.
Ji Qiong roared constantly, and the eighteen heads continued to have spells coming out, turning them into countless magical powers and went straight to Wang Lin. At this moment, in front of Wang Lin, a black cloud appeared out of thin air, but a black tongue rushed out of it. , Go straight to Wang Lin Juan.
Wang Lin's complexion was slightly pale, his eyes flickered with cold light, and his right hand scratched empty. The Breathing Technique suddenly started, covering most of the sky, imagining four black dragons, and going straight to the black tongue.
The violent roar echoed, the sky blasted away in a ring shape, Wang Lin flashed, bypassing the impact and flew forward again, pinching his right hand, the thunder continued to vent again, and a sea of fire filled all around, with the thunder Away.
In Jiqiong's roar, a blue-haired man's head showed cold eyes, opened his mouth and spit forward, but a blue light filled it, and in a blink of an eye a piece of water vapor appeared in front of it. As soon as this water vapor appeared, it immediately expanded. In an instant, a piece of sea water appeared out of thin air, sweeping underneath, as if the sea appeared in the sky.
At the moment when Wang Lin's thunder and flames roared and penetrated into the sea, Jiqiong's head like a boy suddenly exhaled a breath of cold forward.
The cold air was like a cloudy wind. After it was blown out, it seemed that the world and the earth trembled. It was enveloped in a piece of cold air. The sea water even heard the sound of clicking, but it was the sea water that filled most of the sky, instantly turning into a glacier. , All frozen!
There were waves of thunder inside, and they were also frozen inside. And that endless flame was immediately surrounded by ice, motionless.
If this were the case, it would not be astonishing, but under the cold air, the ice layer seemed to appear out of thin air. With the sound of clicking, Wang Lin immediately clearly felt the cold surrounding him, all positions of his front, back, left, and right, up and down. In a moment, there were faint signs of freezing.
Wang Lin has been fighting all his life and has so much experience. At this moment, there is no chaos. In his calmness, the whole body flashes red, and the Suzaku armor suddenly phantoms out of his body. As he wraps his body, the white Suzaku surrounds his body. With the sound of the Vermilion Bird, a white flame rose up all over Wang Lin's body. He dashed down and directly hit the ice layer in front of him.
The bang immediately rose into the sky, and the ice layer melted quickly before it hit Wang Lin. It made Wang Lin rush out all the way, broke through all the ice, and rushed out!
After rushing out of the ice, Wang Lin lifted his right hand, and the thunder suddenly appeared again, but this time, he did not blast the thunder at Jiqiong who was crazily approaching not far away, but threw it at the tomb of the sword on the ground below.
In an instant, the thunder fell to the ground, making a loud bang, which even spread the light. Swept above a remnant sword, the electric light of the sword's body continued to diffuse, and almost instantly, the ground was a thousand-square-meter radius, and any remnant sword turned out to be flashing electric light.
With a low drink, Wang Lin lifted his hands up fiercely. At the moment when Jiqiong was approaching less than a hundred meters, a handful of remnant swords on the ground were dragged by the thunder light with a blast of swords, and they rose to the ground one after another!
A sword rain formed, with the whistling of thunder and sword energy, it went straight to Jiqiong!
The cold light in Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and Jiqiong had murdered him. Similarly, Wang Lin at this moment had also murdered the entangled Jiqiong!
It's just that, with his cultivation base, it is too difficult to kill this auspiciousness! If it weren't for his fast speed, I'm afraid that at this moment, he would have been caught up and swallowed by this fierce beast.
Although he came here as a clone and possessed all the cultivation bases, even if he died, it would not affect his body on the moon, but Wang Lin came here to see Tuo Sen's strength. If he was here, he would be killed. Death is unacceptable to him.
At this moment, the flying sword with a radius of thousands of feet on the ground rushed out and went straight to Jiqiong. Wang Lin quickly backed away. Thunder light appeared in both hands at the same time, and it fell towards the sword grave below. Every time the thunder light fell, the light of the sword of a thousand feet would rise around the ground. .
As Wang Lin's figure became faster and faster, almost all of the remnant swords in a radius of tens of thousands of miles rose into the sky. The sword body was surrounded by electric lights, densely densely formed almost forming a sword net, the sound of the sword aura in the howling was earth-shattering, it replaced the thunder, and even overwhelmed Jiqiong's roar.
Jian Yu! !
There is no longer any word to describe this scene, only the word Jianyu!
There are still rust stains on the countless remnants of swords, but at this moment, in the thunder light, these rust stains have fallen off one by one. In a blink of an eye, a silver light is everywhere in front of Wang Lin, and they all rush to Jiqiong in the whistling. .
This flying sword is getting faster and faster, its sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the thunder is scattered. It rushes towards Jiqiong madly from all directions. Jiqiong roars again and again, and the eighteen heads send out spells in unison, and its body and hands are even more like monks. In general, pinch tactics, combined with the spells of the eighteen heads, all have flashing black marks on the outside of the body.
These marks are getting more and more, appearing faster and faster, and in an instant it seems to have formed a light mask, covering it all over, and at the same time, the sword rain impacted.
Boom boom boom!
A flying sword slammed into the light mask frantically. Under the lead of thunder light, these flying swords exploded with astonishing power, and there was an aura of swearing to death, falling on the light mask. , The sword body is broken!
Boom boom boom boom!
One flying sword collapsed and turned into countless fragments, but more flying swords penetrated the fragments and rushed onto the mask again. This process lasted for dozens of breaths! !
The mask gradually trembled, and finally the black glow flickered, and there were signs of collapse. It was only the sword body, but it was getting less and less. But how could Wang Lin let this happen? His body was immediately as soon as the sword rain rushed away. Backing, thunder light flashed with both hands, and he kept falling towards the farther ground.
Almost at the moment when the first wave of flying swords all collapsed, further away, the second wave of flying swords covered the sky and covered the clouds.
But at this moment, a roar came from the mask, and the mask immediately became transparent, revealing a flame in it, but it was the head of the middle-aged man with black blood from the eighteenth branch of Jiqiong. , A large flame was ejected from the mouth. The color of the flame was not red, but gold!
This golden flame rushed out of the mask and spread out crazily. The high temperature contained in it was enough to melt all flying swords!
Seeing the flames emanating, Wang Lin was not surprised but rejoiced, the hesitation in his eyes flashed, and he immediately became unwavering!
"A godsend!" Wang Lin's left eye flame suddenly dispersed, surrounded his body, and shouted in a low voice: "Nine Profound Powers, Huo Dun!"
Where there is fire, there is no limit! Wang Lin's whole body turned into fire, and suddenly disappeared under a forward charge, but when he appeared, he was three feet in front of Jiqiong, inside the golden sea of fire.
As soon as he appeared, he immediately felt the high temperature that even he could not bear, but under his teeth, he fleeed forward again!
This time, it appeared ten feet above the middle-aged man's head!
The murderous intent was revealed in Wang Lin's eyes, and when he raised his right hand, an iron sword suddenly appeared in his hand! There was a large rust on this iron sword. At the moment it appeared, in the Jinguan Sword Tomb of the ancient gods, all the flying swords trembled together in countless areas!
Wang Lin's vitality rushed into the iron sword madly, the sword light flashed, turning into a shocking, stunning sword!
A sword fell, blood gleamed, Na Jiqiong roared and struggled. It had eighteen heads, one of them suddenly, and a bloodshot appeared on the neck. The middle-aged man-like head showed unbelievable in his eyes... Down.
Without any pause, with the sword retracted, Wang Lin rushed out, using Huo Dun, grabbed the severed head, appeared thousands of feet away, and galloped away without looking back.