Sword Emperor of the Astonishing Sky

Seventeen warriors surrounded Lin Bai, but Lin Bai killed twelve of them.

Moreover, they are all extremely powerful men from the Black Sword Hall of the Canjian Tribe. If this matter were to spread, it would probably shock the entire Kunxu warriors.

After seeing Lin Bai kill twelve people, the warrior of the ninth level of death and adversity, his eyes shook, and a powerful force burst out from him.

At this moment, he couldn't help but take action.

"Suffer death!" After seeing Lin Bai kill the twelfth person, this warrior of the ninth level of death and adversity had a fierce look on his face and his eyes were as sharp as a sword. He jumped up and struck Lin Bai with a sword from across the air!

Seeing this strong man at the ninth level of death and adversity take action, Lin Bai's face became solemn, and he gritted his teeth and held on.

"Slaughter, heavy rain, aurora, earth, dripping water, wind and clouds, thunder, fire, wind...nine minds unite!"

"Zhu Xian!"

Rumble——

The only moment when Lin Bai reached the fusion of nine levels of artistic conception.

The sky shook, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Countless dark clouds gathered above the head.

A sword wind roared in the forest.

In mid-air, terrifying sword intent appeared in the form of sword blades.

The sadness of the killing artistic conception, the fierceness of the heavy rain artistic conception, the speed of the aurora artistic conception, the thickness of the earth artistic conception, the sharpness of the dripping water artistic conception, the changes of the wind and cloud artistic conception, the violence of the thunder artistic conception, the domineering of the fire artistic conception, the ruthlessness of the gale artistic conception...

This moment is all present.

When the warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity saw Lin Bai's sword attack, his eyes immediately lit up with horror: "What kind of sword technique is this? It's so powerful!"

"This is simply more powerful than Kunxu's seventy-two techniques!"

The warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity was horrified again and again!

The only sword to kill the immortal is the fusion of the nine levels of artistic conception. This is the strongest sword in Lin Bai's hand now.

In general, when fighting against others, Lin Bai could at best combine his three wills into one and his six wills into one, but he had never used Zhu Xian, who had nine wills in one.

When it is displayed at this moment, it is astonishing to the heavens!

"Go to hell!" Lin Bai gritted his teeth and roared. He struck out with his Immortal Killing Sword, like a god-killing sword, and went straight to the face of the warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity.

"Not good!" The warrior screamed, hurriedly spitting out a mouthful of blood, and used the blood sword technique to defend himself in front!

Rumble——

There was an earth-shattering loud noise.

The Zhuxian sword of the ninth level of artistic conception struck the warrior of the ninth level of death and adversity.

Suddenly, the warrior was slashed and flew out, landing a thousand meters away, vomiting blood. On his chest, there was a sword mark that could be seen as deep as the bone.

He lay on the ground and when he looked up at Lin Bai, there was a look of surprise in his eyes that could not be concealed.

He is a warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity! Lin Bai has only died at the second level of adversity. Even if he uses the Tongtian Sword Skill, he has only died at the third level of adversity!

He is a strong man from the Black Sword Hall of the Canjian Tribe. Among the warriors of the same realm, he is considered to be a top-notch strong man.

But such a strong man with overwhelming power at the ninth level of death and adversity was actually slashed a thousand meters away by a warrior at the second level of death and adversity with one sword. If he hadn't been able to defend himself in time due to his advanced cultivation... this sword, I'm afraid it would be enough to kill him.

Even if he defended with all his strength, this sword would kill half of his life!

The Zhu Xian sword of the ninth level of artistic conception burst out, killing the warrior of the ninth level of adversity. At the same time, the power of the sword spread out, directly killing a warrior of the sixth level of death and adversity and a warrior of the seventh level of death and adversity!

"Thirteenth!"

"The fourteenth!"

When Lin Bai saw those two people dead, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Seventeen people surrounded and killed Lin Bai, but Lin Bai killed fourteen people!

Now there are only a warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity, a warrior at the seventh level of death and adversity, and a warrior at the sixth level of death and adversity. These three are still alive!

Plop——

After displaying Zhu Xian's ninth level of artistic conception, Lin Bai's body went limp and he sat slumped on the ground.

When he looked down, he saw that at his feet, the blood all over his body had flowed into a small river.

Lin Bai's injuries were too serious.

In the fight just now, Lin Bai was left with thirty-six sword marks on his body by the sixteen bloody flying swords. Although they avoided the vital points, the sword marks still left Lin Bai seriously injured. .

Moreover, the massive loss of energy and blood also aggravated Lin Bai's injuries.

With thirty-six sword marks all over his body, it’s already a miracle that he survived!

The warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity got up from a thousand meters away, walked to Lin Bai with cold eyes, and said coldly: "That sword strike just now was really amazing!"

"The power of that sword is no less powerful than that of the lawless Lin Duo back then."

"However, this is your last sword, right?"

"It's a pity that this sword failed to kill me!"

A warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity came to Lin Bai and saw that Lin Bai was bleeding profusely. The spiritual power in his body was about to be exhausted, and he couldn't even pick up the measuring ruler.

There was a sneer in his eyes.

Lin Bai sat paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were dull due to excessive blood loss, and he stared blankly ahead.

Looking at today's fierce battle, Lin Bai still used all his methods.

The Sky-Splitting Sword Technique can open mountains and split mountains!

Flying Sword, Tai Chi Liang Yi Sword Formation.

Aoki Divine Thunder.

Heavenly Swordsmanship!

Dragon slaying sword technique, dragon slaying sword technique!

Even Zhu Xian, Lin Bai has achieved the fusion of nine levels of artistic conception!

Lin Bai had tried his best.

This is not because Lin Bai is too weak, but because his opponent is too strong.

Just as this warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity said, being able to kill fourteen strong men from the Black Sword Hall of the Canjian Tribe with his cultivation at the second level of death and adversity was enough to shock all the warriors in Kunxu.

Even Li Buzheng and Li Daoyuan couldn't do it.

"Since you have run out of ammunition and food, then accept your fate!" This warrior of the ninth level of death and adversity lowered his head and looked at Lin Bai coldly, with a cold smile on his lips.

At this time, the warrior raised the sharp sword in his hand and stabbed Lin Bai's abdomen coldly.

If this sword hits, Lin Bai's Dantian and Divine Pill will be shattered instantly!

But at this critical moment, Lin Bai suddenly grabbed the sword with his palm!

On the palm, blood was flowing.

The warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity looked at Lin Bai in surprise, and said with great horror in his heart: "Does he have a back-up plan?"

Lin Bai grabbed the sword with his hand, slowly raised his head, looked directly into the man's eyes, and a cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I, Lin Bai, have come all the way!"

"Countless people want to kill me and cripple me..."

"But now I am fine, but they have all gone to hell!"

"Do you know why?"

Lin Bai looked at the warrior at the ninth level of death and adversity and asked coldly.

The warrior of the ninth level of death and adversity looked directly at Lin Bai. For some reason at this moment, a trace of fear and timidity actually appeared in his heart.

Even so, this warrior of the ninth level of death and adversity still asked for the first time: "Why?"

Lin Bai sneered: "After you go to hell, you can go and have a good chat with them!"

While talking, Lin Bai took out his storage bag, and a white robe stained red with blood was draped over Lin Bai's body...