Tempered Immortal

The first thousand three hundred and twenty-nine chapters

"Military solution?" A glimpse of the air, a few points of sneer at the corner of his mouth: "The donor's big tone is not as good as the neck of your neck, and the old man can also let go of your soul."

"Oh, it seems that the master is full of confidence in himself, then we will see the real chapter under the hand."

Lin Xuan’s voice did not fall, and the sleeves were glanced. Only the flash of light flashed, and dozens of swordsmen swam out of the sleeves.

The wind will rise, and there will be a long time in the blink of an eye, such as a colorful wave, stacked on top of each other.

The momentum is not the same, the nearby monks are full of horror, and they are retreating. They are afraid of being accidentally involved, and they can’t regret it.

However, the empty space was turned a blind eye, but there was no treasure of any defense. It was just a combination of hands and five colors of Buddha light emerging from his body, forming an incomparable light curtain.

"act recklessly!"

Lin Xuan has never been seen so small by the same level. It is necessary to know that the depth of his mana can be several times better than that of the general late monks. Although these swords are released, the power of each is not inferior to Yuan. The treasure of the first monk.

Lin Xuan snorted, and the power of Jian Mang suddenly increased by three points.

Although he did not think about it, it would be able to kill a minor in the late Yuan Ying, so at least let the other party suffer.

However, the next scene, but Lin Xuan unexpectedly unexpected.

Dozens of swordsmanship, layered and stacked, like the raging waves, but the five-colored Buddha light, actually tough and abnormal.

Sword Mang is on the top, not only has no effect, but is absorbed and absorbed.

Lin Xuan's pupil is miniature, what is this spell?

The other party naturally would not give him time to think carefully, and his hands were printed with a grip. The tiger who had just torn the metamorphosis of the poisonous scorpion suddenly flew like him.

Roar!

The fierce tiger called the incoming ear, and the monster opened the blood basin and spewed a light wave of a diameter.

The surface is made of blood red, faintly containing fierce air.

The empty space is still not resting, the right hand is lifted, and a red-colored Zen stick has emerged in the palm of the hand.

The surface of the wand is wrapped in a burning flame.

"disease!"

The monk beat the law together.

The stick slid a little, and the body suddenly rose up, turned into a thousand sticks, and headed for Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan saw this scene, his face was a bit ugly.

Although with his magical powers, there is no problem in blocking the opponent's attack, but as the saying goes, fighting is not fighting, this enemy can be far from being empty. Lin Xuan wants to save mana as much as possible. It will also go to the ground with the old monster in the clutch period.

When I think of it, his eyes are flashing, his shoulders are fretting, and he has disappeared from the place without a trace.

Nine days of microsteps!

This supernatural power is not recognized by the empty space. It is quite similar to the shrinking technique of the great monk, but it is obviously much more wonderful.

The old monk's expression was a little dignified.

The other party can kill the empty dad, and the spells that will be great are really great.

The thoughts in my mind turned, but I saw the blue light shining in front of me. Lin Xuan’s figure appeared strangely, and even more incredible is that his hands turned into silver.

"drink!"

Lin Xuan screamed and slammed forward and punched the past.

The air is not shocked and anti-history. As everyone knows, the Buddhist magical masters are extremely powerful, in addition to all kinds of powerful magical magical magical powers, but also focus on the practice of refining.

As a great master of the late Yuan Ying, his body is far from the point where King Kong is not bad, but the degree of hardness is better than the general magic weapon.

Even if it is better than the same-level demon, it is not inferior, the other party actually wants to fight with themselves?

Doing a good day, you can live, you can't live.

Such a good opportunity, he will let go, to the empty city, the face can not help but flash a sinister joy.

"Hey."

He also sighed and pushed forward with a palm.

The action is simple and extreme, but it is the mystery of Buddhism.

Dragon elephant Polo palm!

As the name suggests, this palm contains the power of a dragon.

Lin Xuan was not afraid, and the cracking sound of the bones in his voice was passed into his ears, and the mana of his body rushed like a fist.

boom!

The silver-colored Jinmang’s collided together, and the loud noise seemed to be a bang in the sunny days.

"puff……"

The empty face was blue and white, and a blood spurted out.

Lin Xuan also stepped back three steps, and there was also **** bleeding on the corner of his mouth. However, compared with the injury, Lin Xuan’s face was even more amazing.

My own magical powers have their own number, the power of the phoenix dance nine days is not to say, on the depth of the mana, he is several times the same level of cultivation.

Close combat, but there is no clever thing, according to reason, you can kill the other party without leaving a film, I did not expect that it is only a small prevail.

Whether there is any mistake, the mana hosted by the Wanfozong is too strong.

Could it be that……

There is a faint guess in Lin Xuan’s heart. Of course, it’s not yet confirmed by the other party.

Lin Xuan was puzzled in his heart, and the empty expression was mixed.

Originally thought that the other party is self-made, can not live, want to take the opportunity to give Lin Xuan some pain, it is best to be able to reinvent the opponent.

Who knows that the facts are fickle, but in the end, he steals the chicken and does not erode the rice. Not only did he not achieve the goal, but Lin Xuan abolished his arm.

Just the fist of the hand was handed over, and the skeleton of the open right hand broke.

This abominable boy is not only good at the authentic magic of the Xuanmen, but also the demon, which can be expected.

However, the most horrifying thing is not here, but the depth of Lin Xuan's mana.

My own situation is in my heart, as the host of Wanfozong, the most intricate practice of Buddhism.

And he also learned the magical power of the second child.

As everyone knows, the second element of the baby is difficult to practice, but it is far from being able to meet the soul of the gods.

Therefore, the empty mana is far from being comparable to the same order, so he just faced Ji Yueru, but he took the woman to the end.

And this Lin Xiaozi, but just advanced, whether the realm of the realm is a problem, originally thought out of the air, killing him is not a difficult problem, I did not expect that the last loss is himself.

The empty face is very dark.

The other side can kill the empty daddy brother, and sure enough, he can't be blamed for common sense. Is he also a monk of the twins?

Ten or so are more than half, otherwise, at that time, Lin Xuan, but in the middle of the Yuan Ying, how to overpower the monks?

At this point, the empty breath took a deep breath, and then a bit of Jin Mang sprayed out of his mouth.

The Jinmang flashed and he unloaded his right arm.

However, the golden part of the wound was splendid, and there was no blood flowing out.

Lin Xuan’s eyes were awkward, and a bad premonition was faint in my heart.

With both hands in the grip, there is something to be done, and the empty screams are coming into the ears.