Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the cave days, the gray-clad old man looked somber and murderous.

This made everyone here realize that he is likely to kill Ling Xian in the next duel.

"Sir, stop. You have made me Xianfuzong third, which is enough." Meng Changhe Mulu was worried, fearing that Ling Xian would die in the hands of the old man in gray.

After all, two small realms are missing.

"No, just as you see him not pleasing to the eye, I also see him not pleasing to the eye." Ling Xian said lightly, without intending to stop.

The gray-clad old man just reached a polar state, adding his eight polar states, and breaking through the unmatched foundation of the four realms, which is enough to smooth the gap between repairs.

"Boy, you're looking for death." The gray-clad old man's face sank like water, and his intention to kill was even worse.

He is only one step away from the Supreme. Who dares to talk to him like this? How could he not make him angry?

"You can't kill me."

Ling Xian glanced at the gray-clad old man and said, "Let's go, don't waste time."

"You want to die, I can fulfill you." The gray-clad old man looked cold, his claws turned empty, and Golden-winged Dapeng came out.

Although it is a ghost, it is fierce, and the moment it emerges, it collapses the void.

"I've killed too many Golden-winged Dapeng." Ling Xian's expression was calm, and the moment of rising, the invincible power swept through the wasteland.

He no longer keeps, the eight polar realms come together, breaking the full power of the four realms!

Suddenly, a crack appeared in Dongtian, and everyone in the room was stunned and shocked to the extreme.

They knew that Ling Xian was the pride of heaven, but never dreamed that he was amazing to such an extent!

The eight great realms come together and break the four realms to the full. This is simply against the sky for everyone present!

"No wonder you dare to challenge me." The gray-clad old man was sinking in water, with intentions to kill and fear.

There is nothing to be afraid of, Lingxian's foundation is too deep to clear the gap between repairs, that is, his advantage is gone!

"Let's fight, I hope you can let me move my bones." Ling Xian said lightly, and the **** of war broke out from the world and broke through powerfully.

brush!

The void was broken, the men were shocked, and the God of War swept across all directions, smashing the golden-winged Dapeng.

"Don't think that you are young and supreme, you can ignore the gap in the realm!" The gray-clad old man sneered, his hands were printed, and the fire was towering.

boom!

The flames were raging and hot and terrifying, and even the old red-haired man looked dignified.

However, Ling Xian's expression remained calm, without moving at all.

This method is really extraordinary, but he has the exclusive immortal bone of the big sun body, and is not afraid of any kind of magical power of fire!

At the moment, the burning bones of the immortal are manifested, like a round of eternal sun, burning the sky to cook the sea, and illuminate eternity.

Suddenly, the magical fire of the sky disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few breaths, it completely dissipated.

This scene stunned everyone, especially the elderly in gray clothes, and was stunned.

He knew very well how powerful his magical power was, and with this move, he had beheaded and killed a strong man who entered the sanctuary!

However, at present, Ling Xian was so easily broken, how could he not be shocked?

boom!

The magical halberd is empty and broken into pieces. Lingxian is like an invincible war god, swallowing the heavens and the earth.

He is too powerful. Today, his foundation has formed a qualitative change. Even if he is two small realms lower than the gray-clad old man, he also has the upper hand.

This shocked everyone at the scene. I didn't expect Ling Xian to be so fierce that even the elderly in gray clothes were suppressed.

"Ah, die for me!"

The gray-clad old man was angry and rushed to the crown, his mana surging, and turned into many magical powers, shaking the whole cave sky.

If not for the red-haired old man, Dongtian would have been broken.

"You can't kill me." Ling Xianmu blew cold electricity, doing her utmost to destroy all directions.

The immortal bone is shining and the Emperor's fist is empty. Even if the gray-clad old man desperately shoots, it is difficult to reverse the situation.

With the passage of time, he was even more suppressed by Ling Xian. He only had the power of parry and did not fight back.

This was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Meng Changhe, who knew Lingxian's strength, did not expect it.

It ’s incredible. The old man in gray clothing, but the strong man in the late stage of the sacred realm, was actually underwhelmed by Lingxian, which is simply against the sky!

"Where did this guy come from? According to the current situation, he will definitely win!"

"It's too perverted. If it weren't for my own eyes, I would never believe that there is such a demon in this world."

"It's only a matter of being over one. He's over two. It's too powerful."

The crowd was horrified, looking at Ling Xian full of awe, even the most powerful red-haired old man, with a dignified expression.

"You forced me!"

The gray-clad old man was angry and scorched, burning Shouyuan's essence and blood, and used a taboo technique.

Suddenly, his power soared, and in a few breaths, he was twenty times stronger!

Unexpectedly, Ling Xian was shaken back, her mouth was bleeding, her face was pale.

This surprised everyone, and unexpectedly, the gray-clad old man suddenly broke out with such a powerful force and reversed the situation.

"Haha, boy, you are destined to die in my hands." The elderly gray man laughed loudly, as if he had seen the scene of Ling Xian blood splashing on the spot.

Everyone also felt that Ling Xian would die.

After all, the gray-clad old man was twenty times stronger, and even the red-haired old man was not an opponent without mystery.

"You are too proud." Ling Xian glanced briefly at the gray-clad old man, still calm and gentle.

The gray-clad old man has a secret technique, does he not?

No matter it is the power of lifting the Xia or fighting the immortal bones, he can be ten times stronger, without any side effects. Unlike the gray-clad old man, he also has to burn the essence of life.

"Pretend, boy, let's go."

The gray-clad old man sneered, and the monstrous mighty power raged in the sky, trying to kill Lingxian Town.

But the next moment, he stayed still, and everyone was holding back.

Because of this, Ling Xian introduced the power of Xia into the body, and used the fighting battle bone.

Suddenly, his momentum rose rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he was twenty times stronger!

This made everyone look dull. I didn't expect Lingxian to have a mystery to enhance strength, and there are two!

Although the fighting battle bones rely on triggering, as long as the trigger once, he can crush the gray-clad old man!

"Damn!"

The gray-clad old man looked gloomy, jealous, and bitter.

But he burned the blood of Shouyuan to use mystery, but Lingxian didn't need it. How could he not be jealous?

The bitterness was because he managed to reverse the situation. At the moment, he has to be suppressed by Ling Xian.

"It's almost time, it's time to end."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, like a great emperor sitting on the nine heavens, with three thousand realms, arrogant to the nine heavens.

The next instant, he used ten percent of his power, and he used every means.

The magical soldiers shone, and the Emperor's fist turned empty. At this moment, Ling Xian showed the strongest posture, making everyone's face change, and his heart was shaking.

Especially the gray-clad old men who bear the brunt are even more afraid.

At the moment, he tied his hands and used the most powerful magical power.

Unfortunately, Ling Xian in the strongest posture can't be blocked.

He is so powerful that he is as invincible as the God of War, showing his invincibility!

boom!

With a loud noise, the gray-clad old man sprayed blood violently and retreated a hundred feet to barely stabilize his figure.