Urban Medical Martial Immortal Zun

With the improvement of cultivation base, the spiritual consciousness becomes more and more concise and powerful.

Lin Tian became more and more handy in controlling the flying sword demon Ru Xiaotian.

As soon as the mind moved, the flying sword flew out of the air.

The astonishing coercion is like a wave, sweeping here.

The billowing black mist rattled and retreated quickly.

The ghosts grinning all around screamed in terror and trembled.

The moment the demon appeared like Xiaotian, all ghosts backed away!

On the opposite side, Tan Lao and the other three held the chopped off soul-killing sword, and suddenly stagnated for a moment.

The gigantic Sword God then trembled hummingly.

"It's Young Master Lin's flying sword!"

Standing at the exit here, Dong Quansheng could already see the sword shadow roaring out of the air.

"Flying sword!"

Kyu Jung-ho and Bao Hyuk, who were hiding in the corner, stared wide-eyed, and their eyeballs almost fell out.

The sword light flew across the sky and spun around, and they saw the clue.

At this moment, they finally saw Yaoru Xiaotian clearly, and they all screamed in fright.

Flying sword!

That is to be able to control the mind and consciousness, kill the enemy from a distance, and even take the head of the enemy with the potential!

And its power is not comparable to ordinary magic weapons and swords.

Especially something similar to this kind of flying sword, none of the three elders had it, and even if they had it, it was a low-level flying sword, not as good as many ghost weapons.

Such a powerful magic weapon as the flying sword, they have only seen it once with their ancestors!

However, even the ancestor's ghost weapon can fly in the air like this, but it doesn't have such power and speed.

In comparison, the difference is too far, too far!

on the opposite side.

Tan Lao and the other three also stared wide-eyed, almost falling to the ground.

"Flying sword! You have a flying sword! The magical flying sword you refined yourself, or the ancient flying sword?"

The three of them froze for a while, took a deep breath of air-conditioning, and shouted in unison with apprehension and astonishment on their faces.

Both are flying swords, but they are still different.

Speaking of it, the real flying sword is actually a golden core cultivator or above, who refines the magic weapon by himself, nourishes it with his own blood and cultivation base, connects his mind and soul, and has terrifying power.

As for other flying swords, they are not actually called flying swords, at most they use special control techniques to control flying swords to kill enemies.

Tan Lao and the three could see to some extent that the flying sword that Lin Tian sacrificed was definitely made by himself!

Otherwise, where would there be such speed and power?

"cut!"

Lin Tian ignored the astonishment and horror on the faces of the three, and yelled at Fei Jian in a cold voice.

A demon like Xiaotian is like having a spirituality.

The words just fell.

It swelled against the wind, turned into a four to five meter long sword, and roared towards Old Tan and the other three.

This moment.

Yaoru Xiaotian's coercion was several times more terrifying.

In the instant of howling, it seemed that the void was about to be torn apart.

"Both of you, do your best, or I won't have a chance!"

Tan Lao's face changed suddenly, and he snarled at the other Chen Lao and Yu Lao.

follow.

The true energy in the hands of the three of them holding the Soul Slaying Sword poured into the sword like a tidal wave.

rumbling~

The black soul-killing sword met Yaoru Xiaotian impartially.

The whistling sword was covered with billowing black mist, like a raging dragon soaring into the sky, almost suppressing the monstrous aura like Xiaotian.

Kacha~

The two swords slashed together in an instant, making a crisp cracking sound.

The soul-killing sword in the hands of Tan Lao and the other three first showed a crack, and then shattered.

The Li Mang that exploded above Yaoru Xiaotian smashed the billowing black mist and ghosts into pieces.

The terrifying aftermath threw Tan Lao and the other three into the air. Their robes were shattered, and their bodies were split inch by inch, dripping with blood.

The three of them fell to the ground together, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

At this time, the howling Yaoru Xiaotian was put away by Lin Tian, ​​and the soul-suppressing whip in his hand burst out through the air, hitting the dantians of Tan Lao and the other three.

The three of them were all cultivated, and they disappeared in an instant.

They all let out a few screams, howling in pain on the ground.

But soon they stopped.

The three of them stared blankly at the shattered wound on their dantian, as well as the feeling of powerlessness all over their bodies, and their faces suddenly became slumped.

They fell silent with each other.

Kyu Jung Ho and Bao Hyuk, who were hiding in the corner, also fell into bewilderment and panic at this time.

Tan Lao and the other three lost!

"This...this...how could this be? It's impossible! How could Mr. Tan and the others lose..."

Gui Zhenghao shook his head again and again, and shouted with horror and anxiety on his face.

Bao He let out a sharp breath.

He stood up hard.

But I found that my legs were shaking, and I couldn't stand upright.

"This person... the three Supreme Elders are no opponents together. They are even stronger than the ancestors! Could it be that they are monks in the Nascent Soul Stage?"

Bao He swallowed forcefully, and sighed weakly: "Is my Yin-Yang Ghost Sect destined to be exhausted?"

What!

Stronger than the Boss Group!

Is it a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Kyu Jung-ho shuddered all over, and stood up in fright, looking terrified and bewildered.

"Ah... I can't die..."

Kyu Jungho let out a scream and ran towards the exit.

But now, he was injured and lost his cultivation, so he was a little stronger than ordinary people, so Dong Quansheng grabbed his neck when he ran to the exit.

Boom~

Dong Quansheng threw Gui Zhenghao to Bao He's side, and said in a cold voice: "The majestic first son of the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect, is he so afraid of death? Hehe... Knowing this, why did you have to be so arrogant before? And Bao He, it's a waste of old man So trusting you, you even secretly sent this old man to Guizhou! If it weren’t for Lin Shao who undid the curse for me, I might be under your control forever!”

"Let's think about how you choose to die later!"

As he said that, Dong Quansheng immediately stood at the exit with a horizontal knife.

Now that Lin Tian has not spoken, he dare not deal with the two of them privately.

"Now do you understand how good my previous suggestion was?"

Lin Tian put away the soul-suppressing whip, walked towards the three of them calmly, and said with a faint smile.

"You... are you a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Old Tan looked at Lin Tian stubbornly, with a look of despair and unwillingness.

Now, the mountain gate of the Yin-Yang Ghost Sect might be leveled down in front of them.

Even if Gui Chengling came back, it would not help.

All three could see that even Gui Chengling should not be Lin Tian's opponent.

"Hand over everything, and I can give you a good time! Otherwise... I will let you know what life is worse than death! Even if I spend some time and effort to perform soul search on you, I will not hesitate!"

Lin Tian showed an extremely cold and indifferent look on his face, and said coldly: "But at that time, if you want to die, it may be just wishful thinking!"

The words fell.

He had already secretly performed the Soul Disruption Technique on the three of them.

hum~

The three of them felt a twinge of pain in their minds, and the terrifying soul art made their souls tremble.

ring ring ring ring ~

But at this time, the ringing of the phone on Lin Tian's body broke the suffocating depression of death.

Is it your parents' phone number?

Lin Tian frowned slightly, feeling puzzled.

During this period of time, I haven't contacted my parents and sister for a long time, maybe it was their call.

But when he took out his phone, Lin Tian found that it was a number without notes.

It's just that his memory is amazing, he remembers this number, because this is his fiancée... no, it's the phone number of his ex-fiancée Ji Xiaoyao.

What is she calling for?

Lin Tian hesitated for a while, wondering whether he should accept it or not.