Painting of the Nine Immortals

In mid-air, the lone sword fought with a one-to-five, and the sword's anger surged, showing its sharp edge.

In order to protect Ling Xian and to protect his faith, he tried his best, his sword screamed in all directions, and there was a great potential to break the sky.

However, his opponent is the top five seventh-strength powerhouse. Even if he is a kendo master, he still does not want to win, and can only remain unbeaten.

Compared with the upper battlefield, the lower battlefield is undoubtedly more intense and more noticeable.

Just because this is the key battle.

If Ling Xian loses, all the storms will calm down, and the battle above will be meaningless. If he wins, today, most of them will kill him.

Therefore, those monks who have never shot before set their sights on Ling Xian and silently pay attention to the situation.

In the face of forty or fifty arrogances that melted into the later period, Lingxian went all out and went violently.

Wushuang Diquan shook the world, dominated the world, and swept across all directions.

The following day, Qi Tianqi attacked, shining for nine days, showing his sharp edge.

The flower of the avenue is manifested, the rhyme flows, and all methods are invaded.

At the same time, Lingxian also urged the battle of the immortal bones.

There is no doubt that this battle is more dangerous than the previous showdown against Optimus. On the one hand, none of these people have weak hands, they are all outstanding arrogance, on the other hand, he is injured at the moment, and his condition is very bad.

Therefore, Lingxian can only do his best to strive for vitality!

"boom!"

Smoke and dust raged around, the void burst, and the mighty men attacked, shaking the Guhong Mountain for a while.

"Lingxian, don't lose your resistance, you can't come back!"

"Witch God Realm doesn't need the sons of the ancestors and witches, nor does it need the king, please obey me."

"I can give you a decent way to die, as long as you take the initiative to surrender the ancient blood of the heaven, I can leave you all dead."

The crowd spoke one after another, with ridicule and disintegration.

"Dream! Want me to bend over, do you guys deserve it?"

Ling Xianmu's cold electricity, despite being in danger, is in danger and will not be out of control.

"Then don't blame me for being cruel!"

The crowd looked cold, adding three-pointers and seven points. Especially in the case of their joint attack, the power is even more shocking. There is a great stance in which God can block and kill God.

This put Ling Xian into an unprecedented hard battle.

There is no way, he is not at the peak at this moment, and his combat power can play 70% at most. And his opponent has more than forty people!

In this way, he was naturally suppressed by death, and he could barely defend himself under a stormy offensive.

"Kill you, Tianzun Ancient Blood is mine!"

A young man was full of enthusiasm, he was ruthless and ruthless.

The rest are the same, not only because of the ancient blood of Tianzun, but also because of the name of the son of the ancestral witch.

Although most people will not admit it, being able to get this title is an extremely glorious thing in itself!

What's more, a small number of people are loyal to faith.

Just like a lone sword, he is a well-known powerful man in Witch God Realm. If it is taken as a subordinate, what kind of power is it?

In addition to him, there must be many strong people loyal to faith. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as you can get the name of the son of the ancestral witch, you can create a force that can compete with the top tribes in a short time!

Who can stop such temptations?

Therefore, everyone tried their best to kill Lingxian and get the ancient blood.

As everyone knows, Ling Xian was not called the son of the ancestral witch because of three drops of ancient blood, he was from the beginning!

This glory belongs to him alone!

"kill!"

Ling Xian's dark hair danced wildly, and Emperor's fist swept across, finally triggering the battle of the immortal bones. Suddenly, the wind and the storm surged, the world changed color, and directly killed five people.

Huh!

The blood was falling, the minced meat was flying, the five people were destroyed, the bones were not there.

This scene shocked everyone.

Especially the monks who were confronting Ling Xian were even dull, and even the attacks stopped.

No way, this scene is really amazing. You know, Lingxian is hurt at the moment, and they are not weak hands, each of them is an outstanding heir of the top tribe.

However, Ling Xian killed five people with one punch. How could they not be shocked?

"opportunity!"

Seeing that everyone was in a stagnation, Ling Xianxing's eyes burst into a dazzling light.

At the moment, he pressed his hands on the Fulong Guqin, and dialed the fairy to sound, shaking the dust.

However, this song is not Fu Zhenlong, but the third divine song of this piano.

Fulongqin is the sixth change in the sky, with a total of three pieces. It has a certain storm, which can block the space and resolve the instantaneous danger. Second, it is the real dragon, which can shock the world, and has an extraordinary ability to attack.

The third is chaos.

As the name suggests, it can disrupt the Taoism of the soul. If the opponent's mentality is not strong, he can even let him fall asleep.

This is enough to change the war at a critical moment!

As long as Ling Xian broke into the sixth realm, she was able to play the song, but it has not been revealed for a long time.

Now is undoubtedly the most appropriate time.

The crowd was sluggish because he killed five people in one fell swoop. In this case, they would stir up the chaos and make them fall asleep.

If you try again later, you can easily kill them.

Therefore, Ling Xian pressed her slender hands on the strings, and played a well-known divine repertoire-Chaos Heart!

"Well ..."

At the beginning of the note, Wan Yin fell. This song is not as grand as Fu Zhenlong, but gentle and slow, like a love story under the moon, like a cry.

But it is also such a tune that makes people intoxicated and difficult to extricate themselves.

Therefore, everyone was drunk, and they were originally stagnation. At this moment, they were still standing, as if they had lost their souls.

"It is indeed a disorderly heart, and it is really powerful."

Ling Xian sighed. With ten fingers, the song of chaos became more powerful, sounding like a **** of nature, but it was actually fatal.

In this regard, everyone was unaware and still immersed in the wonderful music, or could not be sober at all.

This is the power of chaos, just like a fantasy, as long as the will is not firm enough, even if you want to be sober, it is impossible!

"Very good, you can get started."

Ling Xian's smile became richer and stronger, while playing Fulongqin, she walked towards the crowd.

He did not perform magical powers, and his steps were gentle and slow, because he was afraid that the movement would be too large to wake everyone up.

Therefore, Ling Xian stepped slowly and came to the person closest to her. After that, he patted him gently on the chest.

Suddenly, the heart of the person was shattered by him and fell to the ground softly.

This caused everyone's eyes to stare, except for the incredible, that is fear. And when I saw the next picture, I became cold all over, like falling ice cave.

I saw Ling Xian take a gentle step, leisurely and calm, but whenever he passed by a person, that person would always collapse to the ground.

Not to mention being resisted, there is not even a sound, this is like the legendary death, killing invisible.

In a short period of time, more than thirty people had died in Lingxian's hands. Without exception, all were silent and the death was unknown.

This horrified everyone, trying to wake up the rest, but found that they didn't have the courage to speak at all.