Chapter 533

The strong wind was violent and turbulent. When Miao and his body were shocked, he immediately retreated. His combat experience was extremely rich. At the moment of retreating, the blade awn erupted wildly and turned into more than ten Dao lights, hitting the same place with blue water drops.

Bang -

the blue water drops were directly smashed and flew out. In one of the water drops flying out, a figure shot out from the water drop, and the platinum light on the hand converged, and then turned into a huge metal arm.

Bang -

Chu Lin pressed heavily on the blue water drops. With his terrible power, he directly smashed several knives, and then clenched his fist and slapped them on the water drops.

The dragon water spirit Cangzhu is like a blue comet. It drags the flame and blows to Miaohe with violent power.

Looking at the water drop, Miao he's eyes are full of fighting spirit. The bright light condenses in his hands. The wave of terror spreads out, and then he returns with a fist.

Boom -

huge water droplets are thrown out.

Chu Lin's figure moves, falls on the dragon water spirit Cangzhu, the vision looks down, the surging battle spirit in the eye gushes out.

"Now that you've got this, let's have a good time!"

Another arm twinkled in fear.

"Some meaning!"

Miao and holding a golden dagger in the square, their eyes are also hot, looking at Chu Lin in the air. Then they take a deep breath, and a terrible wave slowly spreads out from his body.

At the moment of the birth of this wave, Miaohe and the surface around him withered and died quickly.

The spirit of death!

All of the disciples were blindfolded. Miao he was going to use the spirit of death. This is the unique power that only the disciples of wumie palace can possess!

The withered and rotten gas rapidly extends from the place where Miaohe stood. The rocks under his feet are also rapidly blackened and scorched, turning into dust, as if honed by years.

The spirit of death.

The most strange power of wumie palace is also the symbol of wumie Palace's disciples. As the core disciple of wumie palace, Miao he's spirit of death is much more powerful than Gao Le after he returned to xuanjing for the seventh time!

Chu Lin stands quietly in the blue water, his eyes are slightly heavy, and his huge white gold arm is quietly grasped, and his surging strength fills his whole body.

"Death knife!"

Miao he raised his head, looked straight at Chu Lin, and the cold voice roared from his throat. Then the sword danced wildly, and the golden light soared. A breath of death clings to the blade. When the breath of stillness surrounded the blade, the blade was slightly withered, but the fluctuation of power did not decrease, but it was more terrifying!

Shua -

the death knife was shaped in his hand. Miao he suddenly took a step and made a virtual cut. The space in front of him was twisted and the black knife awn seemed to span the space and cover Chu Lin directly.

Chu Lin's black sword is quickly enlarged in Chu Lin's eyes. Chu Lin's eyes suddenly open and his breath is sharp. In the face of Miao he's attack, he doesn't retreat at all. On the contrary, he stomps on the water drops on his feet and pours out under the astonished eyes of all.

Bang -

his figure shot rapidly, the white gold light on Chu Lin soared, the light and shadow floated, the metal gas rose, and the terrible energy burst out under the body of platinum.

With the power to destroy the mountain peak, the white gold light collided with the lifeless blade.

Bang -

the frightening sound spread all around, and with it, there was a wave of momentum like an avalanche.

Miao he's eyes were slightly cold. Looking at the heavy metal breath, his eyes flashed with surprise. With the spirit of death, the attack just now was enough to defeat all the defenses of the strong man who had returned to the mysterious world for the sixth robbery, but it didn't have much effect on Chu Lin!

The light in Miaohe's eyes flowed, and then the sound of breaking the sky rang out. A figure shot out of the explosion of the bombardment. In a blink of an eye, it fell on the top of Miao and his head, clenched his fist. The cold luster flowed slowly on the metal, and the terrible force exploded again.

Chu Lin didn't use any martial arts moves. What he really relied on was the magic power of Ti Ji's golden body! Under this magic power, pure penetrating power is enough to conquer everything!

Under this power, even if return to xuanjing the sixth robbery of the strong body, also can not carry!

"This power, so strong!"

For Chu Lin's fist, Miao he is equally frightened and aware of it. Suddenly, he is shocked. He can't imagine that Chu Lin's physical resistance ability is so terrible!

"Die die pan Si!"

Although Chu Lin's attack momentum is fierce, Miaohe will not wait to die. A slight sneer flashed on his face, and then his two palms closed gently. Then he yearned for a sprinkle. Countless black silk threads sprang out from his fingertips. When he saw the wind, he turned into a huge black network, which covered Chu Lin.

Chulin's fist fell into it, but the fist had no effect. The huge force seemed to hit the mire and swamp, making Chu Lin's warning sign grow suddenly.Shua -

just after chulin got into it, the network was entangled in layers, which bound Chu Lin.

"The boy is too bold. Such a big net will get into it. Once he is trapped by the thread of death, it will be difficult to get rid of it!" Muchuan eyebrow slightly Yang, light way.

Wei Yun also shrugged, "yes, for a while, Chu Lin will become a living target for Miao and elder martial brother's attack!"

"Younger martial brother chulin, this is the gap between you and me! If you want to be the core disciple, you are still a little young! "

Miaohe's face suddenly and gently picked up a cold smile. His palms kept moving, and a trace of death wound to his hands, and then spread out with the power of terror.

"Annihilation palm!"

Miaohe's look was terrible, and there was no doubt in his hand. With one hand, he burst out, and the air vibrated rapidly and made a buzzing sound.

Miao he's action is extremely swift, the palm wind is howling, if this one hand claps really, Chu Lin will certainly be seriously injured.

Chu Lin, trapped by the death pan silk, after a little struggle, also knows the difficulty of the death pan silk, but he is not too frightened. He looks at the fierce wind coming from Miao he, and then takes a deep breath.

The eight small streams of Qi from the inside and outside of the body are surging.

As soon as everyone could see, there was a terrible stillness in Chu Lin's huge metal arm. The white gold light was slowly disappearing and replaced by a gray black breath of death.

"It's... Death!"

The disciples in front of the square were all eyes suddenly shrinking. They were so familiar with this wave that Chu Lin had already cultivated the spirit of death!

"It's impossible!"

Gao Le, one of his disciples, was also shocked. He was very clear that Chu Lin, five days ago, did not even know what the spirit of death was. How could he master this power so quickly!