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It is worthy of being a person who has left a name in the world of gods.

"Thick soil..."

Although thoughts were turning in his mind, lamenting that the opponent's strength is not weak, Yang Lin did not have the slightest fear.

At this time, the Shanhe sword is in his hand, which is an innate soldier, and he also has innate energy in his body. Since the five-color divine light has not been perfected, it is not powerful enough to use it.

Then don't use it for now.

It's just a kind of innate power borrowed from the cave.

In the cave, the mountains moved together, and countless earth-yellow smoke suddenly shook, converging into a mighty torrent, and rushing straight to the long sword.

Supplemented by the power of the boundless thick earth, the incandescent light on the Shanhe sword became more and more intense until it blinded people's eyes.

Jian Guang cut through.

The sky and the ground turned white with a bang, and there were no figures, mountains or rivers to be seen. There was only a kind of vigor, permeating the whole field, penetrating the palms formed by the innate qi grabbing, and passing through the space blocked by black clouds and lightning.

'Five elements native gold. '

He has not forgotten that his five-element swordsmanship, which has reached the peak of Jinxian at this time, cooperates with the power of the innate spiritual soil to cultivate the nature of growing sharp gold, and strongly stimulates the lethality of this innate treasure soldier.

Cut out with a sword, immediately change the world.

tear...

A crackling sound rang in everyone's ears.

The sky was full of dark clouds, and the big hand was torn in half immediately, and a sword light was reflected in the eyes of several tribes hundreds of miles away.

Everyone's heart trembled, and at the same time, the hairs stood on end, and they looked at the fighting position in horror.

Qiu Yan, Aunt Xue and the others from the Qingmu Tribe were worried and looked into the distance worriedly, but when the big hand covering the sky and the sun appeared, their faces turned pale.

No matter how optimistic she was, no matter how much she believed in her son, the little fox Cai'er, she didn't dare to speak at this moment, her whole body shivered, her teeth chattered, she pulled the corner of Aunt Xue's skirt, and her eyebrows frowned...

Cai'er was too worried.

She had heard it from the elders of the surrounding tribes before.

The attacker is a ferocious demon king from Matou Mountain hundreds of miles to the west. He loves human flesh and eats heart and lungs.

The Dongyi tribes didn't know that this person was a disciple of Jiejiao, but they knew that this person was dangerous, and once they saw him, they would run away.

Even if the tribal people were captured, they would not dare to take revenge.

Seeing this person coming to the upper tribe, how could he not be worried.

Especially after seeing the mighty big hand, his heart was flustered and his complexion was miserable.

"Can Tian Hao beat him?"

Qiu Yan murmured weakly, he didn't even want to ask anyone, he just sighed in despair.

"what is that?"

Aunt Xue suddenly raised her head and said in surprise.

The face as cold as snow was full of joy at this moment.

"Sword light."

"It's son..."

"Tianhao made a move. He is very strong, so he doesn't necessarily lose."

The sword light was majestic and vast, stretching for ten miles, but seeing the light from a distance, everyone felt that the sky had been cut open, and the power was not half weak.

Sure enough, as soon as the sword light came out, the huge black and black palm, like pulling out the clouds to see the moon, was divided into two halves from the middle.

Ma Yuan's eyes were surprised, and the fierce light in his eyes narrowed.

"This sword energy is such a treasure. It's a pity that my cultivation base is still shallow, and it's almost too late to hurt me."

He was chattering and laughing strangely, the palms of the back of his head retracted suddenly, turned into a qi-hunyuan mask, covering his whole body, and the sword in his hand flew out, like a swimming dragon, fighting with Yang Lin with a snow-white sword light, fighting seven or eight swords in succession , hit light like rain, and broke Yang Lin's energy-saving move.

"Then try again, can you stop it?"

Yang Lin snorted coldly.

His body turned into a light mist, and he leaped ten miles in one step, and rushed in front of Ma Yuan.

The sword walks with you, the wind and thunder are stirring, and the blazing white sword light is like a torrential rain, impenetrable to the wind.

Seeing the move, dismantling the move, parrying the assassination, slashing so that the flames splashed.

Compared with the time when the avatar faced this person, the current situation is much better.

At this time, Yang Lin felt at ease.

The cultivation level is a few levels lower. If you can't block the opponent's spells, and you can't even get close, then there is no chance of winning.

However, since the opponent's Xiantian grabbing hand cannot break through his own defense, and was cut open by the Xiantian Baobing Mountain and River Sword in his hand, it will be a battle.

Innate treasure soldiers are different from innate magic weapons.

Innate magic weapon is a kind of treasure that stabilizes the laws of heaven and earth. As long as you master the usage and arouse its power, even if you are a few levels lower, you can still use constant power. It is easy for low-level monks to use high-level monks The case of monks dying.

This thing is like a bomb, if you use it, if you can't bear it, you will be killed.

However, innate weapons are different. Under normal circumstances, they improve with the strength of monks, and they cannot use high-level combat power at low levels.

It can be said that it is an energy converter.

But this is not to say that innate treasure soldiers are not as good as innate magic weapons.

When they reach an extremely high level, the combat power of treasure soldiers can also rise with the tide, and there is almost no upper limit to their power.

The stronger the energy level of the holder, the stronger the power it exerts.

Therefore, Yang Lin didn't expect his Shanhe sword to be powerful enough to kill the opponent all at once, but as long as he could block it and injure the opponent, he would be invincible.

Although Ma Yuan, the Yiqi Immortal, looks extremely strong with the innate Hunyuan mask on his body, his sharp golden sword light can only hurt a little fur, and just penetrate a little bit of sword light.

However, Yang Lin wasn't discouraged at all, he used countless swords if one sword failed.

He was waiting, waiting for the other party to be unbearable and attack again.

Yang Lin saw it.

Ma Yuan's innate ability to capture and master hands is good at attacking and defending, and he is invincible when attacking, and his rules are impeccable.

Compared with his unique skills, swordsmanship is actually nothing, it can't stop the swordsmanship that he has experienced in several worlds.

Chapter 604 Eliminate all evil and follow the island

To put it bluntly, Ma Yuan is a Qi refiner after all, not a warrior. When fighting in close combat, he only knows how to open and close, and use the greatest defensive power and the strongest attack power to deal with the enemy.

This style of play is right, it is the mainstream style of play of Qi refiners, if the cultivation level is better than that of the opponent, it is crushing.

However, when it comes to fighting face-to-face with guns and knives, there is nothing to show for it.

Congenital capture with one breath, whether it is to capture the enemy or protect the body, in general, it is actually the innate vitality of the practice.

As long as Ma Yuan couldn't block his own sword light and accumulated minor injuries into major injuries, sooner or later he couldn't help but attack.

In the case of melee combat, when he competed with a Dharma cultivator who was born as a warrior himself, then he would see who was tougher without the physical body protected by the Hunyuan mask?

The two rolled and fought dozens of moves, Ma Yuan didn't hit Yang Lin with a single sword, but he always hit the shadow when he slashed and stabbed, and his heart was already furious.

However, the opponent's swordsmanship was so weird and difficult that it seemed to pervade every hole. From time to time, a sharp golden sword aura would pass through a mask of qi, causing blood to protrude from the cut.

Although the sword light couldn't hurt the foundation after it was weakened by the mask, but it was bloody and hurt the skin, so it didn't look good.

"I'm an old senior in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal, a disciple of a sage, a junior in the real fairyland, and my cultivation is several levels stronger, yet I haven't gained the upper hand. It's really unreasonable." '

As soon as this emotion appears.

Ma Yuan couldn't bear it anymore.

He was so angry that he screamed, and now he could no longer care about using the innate qi to protect his body. As the sword light roared and danced, he stretched out his big hand from the back of his head, grabbed it out loudly, and attacked head-on.

At the same time, the mask on his body disappeared like a bubble.

'At this moment. '

Yang Lin's eyes flashed.

The giant hand in front of him was like a fly swatter, slapped it heavily, and did not hide. The Shanhe Sword in his hand stabbed obliquely and turned back, the blazing white sharp golden sword light became bright, and the mental strength that reached the second level also circulated.

The moment before the body was blown away.

A trace of silver light quietly appeared on the blade.

'Heart, wish, cut...'

With the blessing of heart power and the mutual generation of the five elements, when the giant brace fell on his body, his body trembled violently, and the immortal aura flickered wildly. The Shanhe sword had cut through the giant palm like a hot knife cutting butter, and cut into Ma Yuan body, the blade of the sword turned upside down, cutting Ma Yuan's back of the neck.

Ma Yuan howled in pain, half of his body had been cut open, and in his busy schedule, he lowered his head to avoid the sword light, and the strange magical arm that grew out of the back of his head was like a rotten tree, and was cut by the sword.

"It hurts me too!"

Ma Yuan howled sharply, only feeling that his mana had dropped greatly, his body was weak, and he was dizzy.

Under the fear in his heart, he didn't dare to stay any longer, forced a mouthful of mana, bit the tip of his tongue, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The body blurred into clouds, flashed backwards, and then plunged into the dark sky and disappeared into the distance.

As an outside disciple of Jiejiao, it's not that he can't escape, nor does he have the high-level escape technique, but he never thought that facing a junior, he would use the escape spell.

Yang Lin was slapped by the grasping palm, and his body fell into the rock, collapsing half of the mountain peak, his bones and internal organs were deformed and vibrated everywhere, and he struggled out of the rock pile after two full breaths. Hehe chuckled lightly, twisted his neck, and the wound on his body healed quickly.

The bones grow well, the tendons are connected, the blood is unobstructed, and the body becomes full again.

He stretched out his hand to grab the Shanhe Sword, which was half suspended in the air, and returned it to his hand. He opened his eyebrows and sky eyes, looked at the sky, and then shook his head. This escape technique is no match for his own golden light technique, and there is no way to escape...

However, the opponent didn't seem to be flying aimlessly, but heading in a certain direction.

Yang Lin frowned slightly, thought for a while, and shook his body, and two swordsmen in golden armor came out. Their bodies were shining with golden light, and after a flash in the sky, they followed closely with aura.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

The result of the sword fight just now was very gratifying.

The opponent's innate ability to catch the hand with one blow and knock it down with one palm, he estimated the power, he still couldn't kill himself with one blow, and with the help of the immortal aura, he could hold it.

However, the opponent's physical body lost the protection of the innate qi, and was cut by the Shanhe sword blessed by the heart power and the innate five-element sword energy. No matter how powerful the magic body is, it will be cut off.

In particular, when I counterattacked with my sword, the primary target of my attack was the opponent's magical arm, and I cut off the foundation of the opponent's magical power with my innate energy and the power of my wish.

This injury is not ordinary.

Not surprisingly.

This kind of injury, without a higher level of power to relieve, the opponent's supernatural arm will not be able to grow, as if he never had that arm, and his innate grasping hand is also crippled.

Ma Yuan, who has lost his unique skill, is just fish on the chopping board, and he can be easily killed when he meets again.

However, there are too many masters in this world.

Yang Lin still understands the reason why the poor should not chase after them.

He released two ordinary clones first, and followed closely all the way.

His own deity secretly hides and hangs behind.

Even if there is any change, it will not be helpless.

There was a cold light in Yang Lin's eyes, and he flew thousands of miles in an instant, and saw a big island in front of him that was blazing with flames, and the red light reflected the sky...

Ma Yuan stopped in panic, looked back, opened his throat and shouted: "Brother, save me."

Following the cry, a portal opened on the fiery red island, and Ma Yuan didn't stop, his figure turned into light and passed through...

The two golden-armored swordsmen followed like shadows, and they also chased after them. There was still a distance from the gate, and the flames blazed in the air. Amidst the chirping sounds, hundreds of fire crows suddenly appeared, turned into billowing red clouds, and rushed past .

The golden-armored swordsman only had time to look up, but his figure had already turned into flying ash and fell down.

The fire crow circled and shouted joyously, circled around the island of fire twice, and disappeared when it entered the island.

'Is this a formation, or a magic weapon? '

'Or, is this the supernatural power to protect the island? '

Yang Lin hid far away, watching this scene, there was a flash of fire in his eyebrows and eyes, he silently estimated the power of the fire crow, and his heart was terrified.