Swordsman Fengyunzhi

Chapter 108 Qinglian Fights Pluto

Chapter [-] Qinglian Fighting Pluto

"Netherworld Magic Fist!"

Xing Lin let out a low growl, and a red and black punch came straight to Zhao Long.

The young man in a bamboo hat surrounded by shards of sword glow held the bladeless hilt in his hand, and with a vigorous swing, countless fragments of sword glow met Xing Laoer's fist.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The black yin-attribute inner energy was quickly shattered by the swarming sword light, but a ray of red fist shadow passed by from the bright sword light, and instantly hit the Zhao Long rushed forward.

Compared with Yi Xifeng's body that paused slightly and his eyes were red, the boy in the bamboo hat didn't even pause, and the magic fist attack that went straight to the soul, under the gaze of the boy's "dragon eye", couldn't turn it over. A wave of waves.

"How is it possible!" Apparently Xing Lin was even more stunned by this result. If Yi Xifeng's innate immunity to spirit attacks could be explained as a natural strength of spirit, this is already a one-in-a-million chance.However, on the same day, he met two people who were born with strong spirits and souls, and Xing Lao Er would not believe it if he was beaten to death.

Before the burly man could react, Zhao Long's bright sword light had already arrived in front of Xing Lin, and the young man's blue eyes looked directly at Xing's second child in front of him, and said calmly: "Broken Jade Qinglian!"

I saw the blade light fragments that were originally surrounding the surroundings turned into streams of light and came straight to the punishment forest.The burly man also recovered from the astonishment just now, feeling the strong inner pressure around him, he didn't dare to keep his hand anymore.

The violent inner strength fists enveloped the man's surroundings. Facing the lasing streamer, he quickly punched out, bringing up afterimages, just like the Hades from Jiuyou!

When the blade glows touched the pitch-black fist, they exploded one after another. They were not shattered by the opponent's powerful internal strength, but these blade glows burst spontaneously, pieces of blade glow like petals bloomed on the pitch-black fist Like a flower!

There was a dense roar, and Xing Lin's figure fell from midair like a kite with a broken string.Zhao Long raised his hand, and the fragments of the sword light that had already dimmed a lot were quickly gathered into the young man's sleeve, and quietly re-condensed into two straight swords, which were the Qinglian double blades.

Zhao Long's blue eyes stared at his opponent who was squatting on the ground with a solemn expression.

"It's really surprising!" Xing Lao Er spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked down at the torn clothes on his body.

"Demons?" Zhao Long asked in a deep voice, the young man in the bamboo hat had already felt the hidden evil spirit in the fist released by Xing Lin, coupled with the red light mixed in the fist of the burly man before, he had a vague guess in his heart.

The burly man stood up slowly, stared at Zhao Long not far away, and asked slowly: "I can answer your questions, but you have to tell me what I want to know."

The teenager looked at each other noncommittally, without speaking.

"Our Punishment Hall has indeed cultivated a kind of magic art. Let's call it magic art, but it's a pity that it's a fragment. The old man named it Liao Ming Xu Tian Jue! The old man used to be a shopkeeper, and he didn't have much ink in his stomach, so naming this name can be regarded as scratching his head. Already." Speaking of this, Xing Lin smashed his mouth, as if he was thinking of words, and continued: "It is to steal other people's lives and continue my talent!"

Zhao Long murmured: "Is this kind of behavior accepted by people in the rivers and lakes of Yunxi County?"

Xing Lin smiled and said: "Of course we can't steal people's lives in an upright manner. The old man relies on walking darts, and the five of us are doing things for people to kill people."

Speaking of this, Xing Laoer continued: "Okay, can you tell me what kind of exercises you practice?"

Zhao Long pondered for a while, and said: "Shuilong chant!"

Xing Laoer smiled, and said sinisterly: "Well, okay, the inner strength in my body has almost recovered now, then you can go to die!"

After all, Xing Lin's figure disappeared in place.

The next moment, he appeared next to Zhao Long, and saw the originally clear eyes of the burly man, but at this moment the entire pupils turned into pitch black, looking three parts like a human and seven parts like a ghost!

The boy in the bamboo hat hastily raised his two sabers to block.

"Boom!" Zhao Long was sent flying by a punch, and the huge force from Qinglian's double blades made the young man almost lose his grip on the handle.

The reason why demons are called demons is because after cultivating magic skills to reach the level of chivalrous men, warriors can use "becoming demons". This is also the main reason why demons are generally stronger than chivalrous men.

After being enchanted, the strength of all aspects of the demons will be significantly improved. Of course, the disadvantage is that every time they use it, it will cause huge damage to the soul. If things go on like this, warriors who use enchanted frequently will really become enchanted and go crazy, and even cause the inner strength in the body to retrograde, bursting die!

Looking at Xing Lin's exposed skin, it gradually became dark and shiny, and the whites of his eyes also disappeared.Zhao Long endured the swelling pain from his arms, and swung the double blades in his hands continuously, barely blocking the opponent's fists.

Li Xintian behind quickly reminded: "Attack his left shoulder, Xifeng stabbed him before!"

In Zhao Long's eyes, the blue light was flourishing, and the scenery in the young man's eyes became different. He clearly sensed the instability of Xing Lin's internal energy. The internal strength that was running around, also imperceptibly damaged his physical body.

It seems that this person is not steadily improving the state, but hastily used some sideways methods to pile his own state into the state of the chivalrous. If so, he can try it.Zhao Long thought to himself, the green lotus double thorns in his hand turned into petal-shaped blade lights and swept towards Xinglin.

Xing Lin had seen the petal sword light attack of the young man in the bamboo hat before, and he didn't dare to push it too far. He immediately leaned forward, charged up his fists, and was ready to take down the opponent in one fell swoop.

The black eyes were full of killing and cruelty. Although Xing Lin had been suppressing the evil thoughts in his heart, he still didn't leave any room for his shots.

"Four-armed Pluto!" Xing Laoer hissed, and the sword light that surrounded the burly man before was instantly shattered by the fist, and Xing Lao Er came straight to Zhao Long like a chariot.

The fist is head-on, less than three feet!

The young man didn't look at the enemy who was approaching step by step, closed his eyes and said silently: "I don't hate the green lotus flying away, I hate the motherland, and the blood is hard to change. Where is the evil spirit when a hero passes by? One lotus is broken. Three points of vigor, two points of the past, A drop of water. Looking back and sighing, it's not a burial, but a little bit of hero tears."

Less than ten feet!

Zhao Long suddenly opened his eyes, and the dragon's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "Water dragon chant! Green lotus and hundred flowers burial!"

Accompanied by the bright green light flickering on the shattered blade glow, a blade composed of countless fragmented lights rose from the ground under Xing Laoer's feet, submerging Xing Lin's figure in the blue blade glow.

Here is a unique poem, praised:

The green awns fly into the night, and the ghostly ghost is as real as it is.

Scattered like broken lotuses, swallowing evil spirits.

The streamer drives the phantom, and the four arms of Pluto are divided.

In the white lotus burial, a little bit of heroic soul!

Looking at the "blue pillars" rising from the ground, Li Xintian let out a long sigh of relief. As expected, Zhao Long's strength was still as terrifying. The scattered pieces of blue sword light, like fireflies in the forest at night, gradually illuminated the surrounding area. A scene devoured by darkness.

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