"Damn it!"
Seeing the old man in black robe suffering like this, his soul was pierced. The old man in purple robe and other eight people rushed to help.
Lin Tian's eyes were cold, and there were nine black moons in each of them. His luck surged in a slight tremor, and he pressed forward.
Moreover, he waved the seven-colored divine sword in his hand, and with the power of luck, he slashed down with one sword.
The two attacks came together, directly shattering all the magical arts used by the purple-robed old man and others, and almost splitting the cracks in the world.
"Walk!"
The faces of the nine people were ugly, and the old man in black robes was gritting his teeth. The hole in his soul still existed, and it would be difficult to recover in a short time. One of them spoke, rushed out from the gap in the world, and continued to fly towards the clan. go.
In their current situation, they really couldn't stop Lin Tian and had no choice but to escape. There would be no benefit in confronting them head-on.
Lin Tian's eyes were cold and he immediately chased after him.
His current speed was much faster than the nine people. He soon caught up with the nine people and killed them with one sword.
With a clang, the sharp seven-colored sword light flew towards them, falling in front of the nine people in an instant, mixed with the power of luck.
The nine people worked together to hold up a series of great techniques to resist, but the outcome was the same as before, unable to stop it at all.
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
Blood and water splashed, and under the combination of the seven-colored divine sword and the power of luck, the lives of the nine people were shattered to pieces.
Immediately, Gululu's voice sounded, and the nine people's souls became immortal, and soon they condensed into physical bodies again.
However, just as the nine people gathered their bodies, they were struck by Lin Tian's sword again. Dense colorful sword lights flew in, directly piercing the nine people into a hornet's nest, especially the old man in black robe, because of Lin Tian's Deliberately aiming at it, the one who was injured the most was hit with the most sword light, and the newly condensed body became tattered in the blink of an eye.
Lin Tian held the Seven-Colored Divine Sword, his luck surrounding him, his pace did not change at all, and he pushed forward ruthlessly.
"cough!"
The next moment, his holy body trembled violently and he coughed out a mouthful of blood.
The burden of Destiny's Eye was too great for him, and the backlash became more and more intense.
"Do you think you can control a mere dominant-level ant? Soon, you will be destroyed!"
The old man in black robe said coldly. He had been targeted by Lin Tian. Seeing this scene at this time, he felt very happy in his heart.
Lin Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struck the opponent directly with his sword: "Before that, I will kill you!"
With a clang, the seven-colored sword light reappeared, and with the power of luck, it appeared in front of the old man in black robes in the blink of an eye.
The sharp sword was so fast that the old man in black robe had no time to dodge at this time. He was directly penetrated through the chest, and a large amount of blood spattered out. Then, his tattered body exploded directly.
"ah!"
The man roared, his soul retreated, and his body quickly regrouped.
Again! His body was shattered by Lin Tian again!
He, the dignified elder of the Heavenly Guardian Clan, one of the most powerful people in the world, was now being targeted by a master-level monk like Lin Tian, and was injured again and again. This made him feel extremely aggrieved and angry.
"Hold it and let's go!"
The old man in purple robe said in a low voice, knowing what the situation was like now, and he and the other seven people pulled the old man in black robe and retreated.
Nowadays, their combat power is inferior to that of ordinary Tongtian powerhouses, and they need to return to the clan as soon as possible.
Lin Tian looked at the nine people, his pupils were filled with burning pain, and his vision was somewhat blurred.
However, his expression never changed. After a moment of pause, he pursued him again.
"I will kill you!"
He was very fast, and soon he caught up with the nine people, and the power of luck bombarded them along with the seven-colored divine sword.
The nine powerful men all had ugly expressions on their faces, resisting and retreating at the same time.
In this way, Lin Tian chased and killed nine people, and nine people escaped. In the blink of an eye, seven hours passed.
In seven hours, the nine seventy-two-winged warriors became even more embarrassed. Each of their wings had been broken a lot. Their combat power had even fallen below the level of Heaven-reaching level, and their faces had become much paler.
Especially the old man in black robes was the most seriously injured because of Lin Tian's targeting. Now only his soul body is left. Because the power of luck hit his soul again and again, he has now temporarily lost the ability to reorganize his physical body.
At the same time, Lin Tian's condition naturally didn't get much better. The blood overflowing from his eyes almost dyed his entire face red, his vision became more blurred, and the burning pain became more intense.
However, his expression still did not change at all.
At this time, his holy power was about to dry up. The Seven-Colored Divine Sword had been withdrawn from the sea of consciousness, and he could only barely support the Eye of Destiny. The power of fate circled his body and continued to kill forward.
"Buzz!"
The majestic luck surged forward, pressing against the nine people, shaking them apart, and each one of them vomited blood.
The old man in black robe was the most miserable, with his soul body covered with cracks.
At this time, Lin Tian took a step forward and appeared directly next to his soul.
His mouth and eyes were bleeding, but his eyes were filled with coldness. Vortexes of luck evolved around him, trapping the soul of the old man in black robes. Then, strands of power of luck gathered under his thoughts. to his fist.
In just a moment, his right fist was completely wrapped in the power of luck.
The old man in black robes suddenly trembled. Now only his soul is left. It is extremely weak. At most, it is comparable to a master-level monk. Zhu shouted: "Stay..."
"die!"
Lin Tian's mouth overflowed with blood, and he spat out a cold word. A punch that condensed boundless luck fell directly down.
The next moment, this punch landed firmly on the soul of the old man in black robe, shattering his soul to pieces.
The old man in purple robe and others changed their colors, and their expressions turned extremely ugly for a moment.
An elder of their clan was slightly stronger than the strongest person in the universe. Now, he was beheaded by the master-level Lin Tian like this.
There are only a few dozen strong men of this level who have gone through endless years in their clan!
How great is this loss? !
"Damn it! Beast!"
The eight people stared at Lin Tian, all of them with murderous intent. They were originally in an extremely deep state of mind, but now they were completely confused.
Lin Tian gasped for breath, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he turned his head to look at the eight people.
His eyes were still cold, and there were nine black moons in each of his pupils, which gave people a terrifying feeling.
"Buzz!"
The power of luck surged around him, creating vortexes of luck.
He took a step forward and forced himself towards the eight people.
Looking at him like this, even though it felt like he was on the verge of collapse and it seemed that he could be pushed back with a gentle push, the eight of them still couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Walk!"
One of them gritted his teeth, and at that moment, the eight of them retreated again.
They are all too seriously injured now. Although Lin Tian looks like he will fall down at will at this time, he still supports the Eye of Destiny, and there is still strong luck surrounding his body. They dare not try to fight head-on.
Because they are now on the verge of death. If they are hit by the power of luck again, at most twice, they will follow in the footsteps of the old man in black robes.
They don't dare to gamble!
For a moment, with the sound of whooshing through the air, the eight people were far away from this place in the blink of an eye.
Lin Tian stared at the eight people walking away, the vortex of luck surrounding his body, stepping forward, and then stopped.
Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and his vision was completely blurred at this time. The nine-round black moon in his pupils slowly dispersed, and he fainted and fell down, being swept up by a vortex of luck beside him that had not yet dissipated. Go in.