Painting of the Nine Immortals

"Say, how do you want to die?"

Faint words, icy murderousness, made the atmosphere of this world suddenly condensed.

The eyes of everyone in the Ling family looked at Ling Xian with glowing eyes, full of awe, worship, and disbelief.

They all know that Lingxian is very strong. They defeated the Canglang Sword Technique as a child of the next line and defeated the patriarch Ling Chen. These two things are enough to enter the history of the Ling family and make them believe in Lingxian's power. No doubt, but I never thought that Ling Xian was so powerful!

One person, in a moment, beheaded and killed nine Fang family masters!

That ’s seven monks of gas refining, two monks of gas refining and six layers, and nine are still working together. This is a powerful force that cannot be ignored for the entire Qingcheng. It was an incredible thing to be killed by Ling Xian like a pig and a dog.

Brave!

powerful!

This is the most intuitive feeling of Ling Xian at the moment, including the proud genius of the Fang family.

"Dead, all dead ... The elite of our younger generation, in the blink of an eye, lost all their lives to Huangquan." Fang Han looked at the horror scene where the blood was flowing all over the river, and his heart could not help rising. The chill, slowly flowing through his body, made him shiver unconsciously.

If it was one-on-one, or even one-on-two, he was not afraid of anyone present, but in less than a short time, he killed and killed nine masters, and the killing was crisp and clear, without any sense of stasis. This is a feat that Fang Han believes he cannot do.

His self-confidence was hit hard. The ghost-like speed, the extremely sharp scarlet sword, all made him scared, but compared to fear, he was more angry now. , An anger trying to shred the boy in front of him.

How do you want to die?

Fang Han's face was sinking like water, and his eyes were cold and surging. As a candidate for the next patriarch of Fang's family, he was a genius on the seventh floor of gas refining. The strong man in the base period also favors him, and looks good, who dares to speak to him like this?

Moreover, Fang Han could hear that Ling Xian's sentence was not deliberate or arrogant, but really didn't care. It was a kind of self-confidence deep into the bone marrow, and a real disregard. Eyes.

This made Fang Han feel that he had been insulted. On the first day of the grand family, who was the strongest in the younger generation, who would dare to ignore himself and talk to himself in this careless tone?

"Think about how you died. The deceased is big, and I will respect your wishes." Ling Xian's eyes were calm, the ancient well was waveless, and the impertinent fairy sword Yao pointed at Fang Han. There was neither contempt nor disdain in the indifferent eyes, but Falling in the eyes of everyone, the light and airy look was like a true fairy sitting in the clouds, embarrassing all beings, overlooking the Badlands.

shame!

Great shame!

I always look down on others and oppress others. When have I been so humiliated?

Fang Han furiously rushed to the crown, hate and anger were intertwined with an overwhelming killing, and growled, "I miss you!"

"But I don't want to die yet, so ..." Ling Xian's wings flew up, and she flashed in front of Fang Han, uttering the immortal sword to draw out the radiant fairy light, and said, "Let's die."

A bit of coldness suddenly appeared, showing the peerless killer, and the immortal sword bloomed with immense light, **** sky, and sharpness!

"So fast!"

Fang Han's pupils shrank fiercely, his face was full of shock. Although he was always alert to the speed of Ling Xian, when he experienced it for himself, he still felt an incredible burst of speed, so fast that he had faintly built his base. How does the trend appear on a six-layer monk in gas refining?

But the fact is better than eloquence. Until now, he understood that those people were not wronged, and finally felt the horror of Lingxian!

It's fair to say that, as far as speed is concerned, no one below the base period can stand up to Ling Xian!

Jian Guang is close at hand, and the rampant killings are coming. Fang Han is inevitable and can only be forced to defend, but he is not worried. Although Jian Guang is menacing, he is still full of energy and as a Fang family The youngest generation is the strongest, and the methods they practice are the strongest in Qingcheng, so they are not afraid of anyone.

Fang Han's hands were imprinted, and the majestic mana surging out, condensing into a huge and thick blue shield, standing in front of himself, like a huge mountain, magnificent, suppressing the Quartet.

Glare Shield!

One of the strongest defensive spells in the Fang family, shaped like aura of heaven and earth, attracting mana in the body to form a shield, is quite famous in Qingcheng, and is enough to rank among the top ten of defensive spells!

"Ka!"

However, with just one face to face, the cyan light shield that was as stable as Mount Tai was declared broken, turned into countless cyan light spots, and dissipated in the void.

"How is that possible? What spell are you doing?" Fang Han exclaimed, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, he could hardly believe his eyes, Fang's strongest defensive spell, was easily broken like that. What exactly is the Scarlet Sword?

Ling Xian shook her head, too lazy to explain to him that Qingguang Shield's defensive power is indeed very strong, but that is only for Qingcheng, and the Xeon Heavenly Eye and the world ’s exquisite fairy sword are invincible in the world. The magical powers of the two are not comparable at all, they are the same, but they are an insult to Xunxian Sword.

It can only be said that Fang Han's vision is too small, holding a hint of starlight, he thought he had been illuminated by the entire galaxy, and sat down to watch the sky.

How can a magic shield that is not even magical?

"This is not the way to go!" Fang Han looked at Jian Guang, who was constantly enlarging in his pupils, and his body quickly reversed. He gritted his teeth and finally showed his hole cards.

With a long howl, the arrogant mana surged out, and suddenly thunders, electro-optical walks, and violent winds roared around his body, like silver snakes dancing, shaking the wild, terrifying!

At the same time, he put on a pair of red gloves with both hands, and then smashed it fiercely against Scarlet Jianguang!

"boom!"

The thunder shouted and the power was amazing. Its attributes of destroying everything were horrible. Together with the power of a quasi magic weapon, it finally defeated the **** sword light with only half of the power left.

"I didn't expect you to be Lei Linggen, you can cast a lightning spell, and you also have a quasi magic weapon, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant." Ling Xian glanced at Fang Han quite unexpectedly.

There are three types of spiritual roots in the Xiuxian Realm: five basic spiritual roots, three variant spiritual roots, and ten divine spiritual roots.

The five basic spiritual roots are golden wood, water, fire, and earth. Monks with such spiritual roots are the most common, but they have the worst talents and the slowest practice speed. The three types of mutant roots refer to wind, ice, and thunder. These types of roots are relatively rare and can be described as one of a kind. They are the darlings of various martial arts. Among them, thunder spirits are the rarest. It is the most powerful!

Fang Han is a genius with a thunderbolt, which is also his source of energy.

"Haha, I like your unexpected expression very much. How about it? I was scared, but I'm a genius like nothing else, how can you be like an ant generation? But it can push me to this point. You are proud of yourself. "Fang Han laughed proudly. After defeating Scarlet Sword Light, his self-confidence was extremely swollen, and he thought that when he performed the Thunder Law, he would definitely kill Ling Xian.

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

Ling Xian shook her head slowly, her eyes bloomed with nine-colored magical flowers, and chaos lingered around him, gradually condensing into a brand new sword, and suddenly, a sense of murderousness pervaded, letting everyone in the eyes of the audience , Could not help but emerge a **** scene like a world of purgatory, shocked by this horrific killing intention, shuddered together.

This sword is transformed by chaos, and it is not physical. Therefore, after the collision, the power will naturally decrease. Only then did the Excalibur have been used by him for a long time, and the power has worn out. After condensing, it can be regarded as a real sword killer!

"So terrible, what is this?" Fang Han was frightened, looking at the blood-stained long sword, knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, biting his teeth fiercely, exhaling a fine blood, and then his hands Form a mysterious seal, cast his strongest spell, intend to kill Lingxian in one fell swoop.

"Qianlong out of the abyss!"

A Baizhang Shenlong condensed by Thunder emerged from behind Fang Han. Zhangya danced claws, lifelike, and surrounded him with a trace of the power of Thunder. It was horrible and full of destruction.

As soon as Thunder Dragon came out, the terrible atmosphere filled, this heaven and earth suddenly dimmed, and the atmosphere in the air was suddenly dignified.

This technique is called Qianlong Deyuan, which was obtained by chance by Fang Han's experience. It is beyond the scope of magic and belongs to the level of magical powers. He used this method to kill him in the sixth layer of gas refining. An eight-level master of gas refining!

The power of this magical power can be seen in the two-level victory.

"Haha, Lingxian, this magical power is what I have learned once. It is my strongest hole card. This technique is extremely powerful and unmatched. I see how you can resist it!" Fang Han Yangtian laughed wildly, this technique is his greatest Reliance is also the biggest capital to support his arrogance.

"If this is your last hole card, then ..." Ling Xian was completely fearless, her wings flew up, slowly flew up into the sky, and looked at Fang Han, who laughed proudly below, and chuckled: "You go to death . "

"Lingxian, you look for death!"

Fang Hanhuo was furious, with both hands pinching the seal, and Lei Long, who was surrounded by his body, roared and roared, exuding a trace of extinction gas, thunder and lightning, dancing with lightning, and went straight to Lingxian!

Ling Xian is high above, suspended in mid-air, while Fang Han is standing on the ground, so Thunder Dragon can only strike from the bottom up, striking his head, concealing the name of this technique.

Qianlong out of the abyss.

"Come here, hold the Excalibur today, laugh at Tu Qianlong!" Ling Xianhao was angry, and the three-foot Qingfeng turned into a huge sword with no upper edge, and then split down against Lei Long!

"brush!"

The giant sword is as heavy as a mountain, breaking through the void, emitting infinite blood and killing intentions, its potential is like thunder, its blast is like a strong wind, its sword is magnificent, and its magnificence is magnificent!

"boom!"

At the moment when the Qianlong and the Immortal sword collided, a horrible wave spread out, and I saw that the immortal sword had a brilliant light and sharpness, and split down from the dragon's power, and slashed the lightning-sparkling Qianlong stiffly. In half!

"This is impossible!"

Before the thunder dragon dissipated, Fang Han was dull for a while, and then yelled madly, daring to imagine that the scene in front of him was real. For a long time, his greatest reliance was on this technique, but at this moment, witnessing Qian Qian was broken by the earth-shaking sword, the intense blow can be imagined.

His self-confidence, his pride, and everything, were completely destroyed by Ling Xian's sword.

"I lost ..." Fang Han stared blankly at the sky, his eyes red with blood, and yelled, "No, I am not defeated! Come again, we will fight Sanliu again!"

"No, you are defeated."

Ling Xian's wings flickered, and she immediately appeared next to him. She wiped the fairy sword lightly, Fang Han suddenly enlarged her eyes, subconsciously covered a blood line around her neck, her body slowly fell, and her consciousness completely dissipated Before, a bland sentence contained mad words, sounded slowly, like a heavy hammer, hit him severely.

"Qianlong is after all a Qianlong."

Yes, Qian Qianlong is only a Qianlong after all, never soaring for nine days, never rushing for thousands of miles, how can he be the opponent of the exquisite sword?