v6 Chapter 2057： The power of the spirited sword

The second thousand and fifty-seven chapters of the power of the spirit sword

In addition to the ice and snow giants, there are more than a hundred different Warcrafts from the ice sheet, all of them spit cold, the body is composed of thousands of years of ice.

"go with!"

The snoring of the ice sorcerer's ancestors came into the ears, and the Warcraft giants, together with the screaming earthworms, rushed toward Lin Xuan.

The sound is amazing, but it’s just that it’s hard to stop myself. Lin Xuan took a breath and got into the green mang, and was about to fly out into the oblique thorn.

It’s not because of fear, but in the current situation, it’s obviously not worthwhile to touch the other side. Hail now occupies the right place and the right place. If you want to win, you can only find out where the weaknesses in her field are. .

Lin Xuan did not want to go straight to his front, but things were not as easy as he expected. The back of the ice sorcerer was one after another. Lin Xuan’s figure was just a flash, and the void behind him suddenly had no signs of fluctuation. stand up.

Numerous silver silks appeared in different directions, criss-crossing, looking from afar, just like spider webs, Lin Xuan was **** by Wuhua.

"This……"

Lin Xuan’s eyes are stunned, but the corner of the mouth of the ice sorcerer’s mouth reveals a bit of ridiculous color: “Stupid guy, I am the master of my field, do you think you can run it?”

Changed the warehousing, Lin Xuan this time, is really no preparation, and the other party will not give time to let him strain, those Warcraft and Ice Giant have already killed.

Lin Xuan has nowhere to hide, his hands and feet are tied, and naturally it is impossible to sacrifice the magic weapon. In other words, at this moment, he is completely in an undefended state.

"You don't know the good guys, you can go to die." On the face of the hail, there was a strong killing.

"Yes, this may not be!"

The panic on Lin Xuan’s face was only a moment. This result really surprised him, but he was not really slaughtered.

Lin Xuan’s voice did not fall, and behind it was Jin Mang’s rise. Then Xiao Luo’s Tian Fa appeared, and there were nine heads and eighteen arms behind.

It looks so powerful.

The movements of each arm or the extension or the song, followed by the aura of the light, the swords and swords and other 18 weapons emerged one after another, were held by the eighteen arms, and then swung forward.

boom!

Five colors of light and great light, a variety of light waves and wind blades emerged, such a change, but the ice sorcerer did not think of.

Although these 18 weapons, compared with Lin Xuan commonly used, is not surprising, but the victory is in a large number, 18 weapons are waved together, the superimposed power is really a small, all the Warcraft monsters, all were killed It is.

Then Lin Xuan screamed and screamed, and the illusion of the sky began to emerge from the surface of his body. Those silvers suddenly resisted and were transformed into nothingness.

"Small Luo Tianfa, this supernatural power... Where did you learn from?"

The ice sorcerer did not stop, the face was full of shock, the color, although it was a lot different from the little Luo Tianfa that he had seen from that person millions of years ago, but he is Will not admit mistakes.

Lin Xuan was also shocked. The other party could recognize Xiao Luo Tian Fa. Can it be said that this secret technique is quite different? It must be known that the hail in front of the eyes is only a part of the soul, but the difference is strength and insight. With the ontology, that is no different.

One of the nine ancestors of the true devil, who is a person who is comparable to a fairy, is of course a different eye. However, at this moment, Lin Xuan has no mood to think more.

After experiencing the recent crisis, Lin Xuan thought of a problem. Although the other side's field is definitely awkward, he may not be able to see it.

After all, the field is at least something that can only be owned by a monk. It is far away from yourself.

Such a strange thing, the law involved, is that you can't understand it, then even if it has any weaknesses, you can't see it.

For this, Lin Xuan is clear in his heart, but unfortunately he only figured out the truth, otherwise he might not fall into the middle.

But it is not too late, Lin Xuan’s eyes are bright again.

No longer arbitrarily, looking for where the weaknesses in the field are, and preparing for the upright battle.

One force to drop ten meetings!

What about the field?

As long as the power is enough, Lin Xuan believes that it can be broken.

Thinking in my heart, Lin Xuan extended his right hand and saw that he was shaking gently, the flash of light flashed, and a short sword with a long handle flew out.

The shape is completely different from the original magic sword. The spirit sword is simply another treasure.

Simple but not simple, a gorgeous and overbearing momentum is poised.

Lin Xuan held it in his hand and then flipped it with his left hand. A small jade bottle emerged.

The cork opened itself, and Lin Xuan looked up and dropped a drop of spirit into his mouth.

"Wan Nian Ling Milk."

Hail certainly knows the goods, and the eyes are unexpectedly colored. After all, for the existence of Dong Xuan period, it is still not easy to get such a genius treasure.

But soon she smashed her pupils, and her attention was drawn to the short sword in Lin Xuan's hand. It was a bit familiar, but it was not the same as the memory. Is it the imitation of that thing?

No... No, even a copy of the imitation cannot fall into the hands of a hole in the district.

The idea of ​​hail has not been turned, Lin Xuan has already started.

This is the first time after the successful use of the spirited sword refining, just to see how the power, Lin Xuan has not tried, but the vision from its release is quite worth looking forward to.

After drinking 10,000 years of spiritual milk, Lin Xuan's mana has completely recovered, and immediately breathe deeply, and injects the mana of the body into the devouring sword in his hand.

In the meantime, Li Mang rises up, and a majestic aura, centered on the fairy sword in Lin Xuan’s hand, screams around.

After a flash, actually split into four shares.

Every way, the nature is different.

White is gold, blue is wood, blue is water, red is fire...

Afterwards, the four auras were aggregated, and the sounds of Qingming and Xiongsheng were transmitted to the ears, and the shadows of the four giant spirit beasts appeared in the line of sight.

Although the four spirit beasts are different, they are all noble or noble.

Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, Xuanwu.

Hail gaze swept over, and the expression on his face was once again shocked.

"This... Is it a four-image sword, not right? The four-image sword is a top-ranking treasure even in the innate spiritual treasure. The power is much more terrible. This should be just its imitation."

The hail of muzzle sounds into the ear, and the origin of Lin Xuan’s devouring sword is not the same, but at this moment, Lin Xuan has time to go deeper, now defeating the strong enemy is the first priority, as for other It’s just a cloud.

Lin Xuan eyes and nose, nose and heart, regardless of what the other party said, he is indifferent, the current feeling, and the first use of the magic edge sword is quite similar, his own mana, it seems that there is some lack of support, all of a sudden, I took most of it away.

The illusory shadows of the four spirits in midair, the more embarrassing, lifelike, violent momentum, diffused out of them, and then rushed toward the enemy.

This time, the hail no longer appeared to be full of confidence, the face finally showed a dignified color, hands flying like a butterfly, a mysterious French seal swept out.

I don't know if it is an illusion. Lin Xuan feels that time seems to be slowing down, and space is also distorted, but the shadow of the four spirits is still flying in an inch.

Lin Xuan's face is dignified with extremeity, with seriousness and surprise. It seems that his own guess is true. Even in the field, it is equally applicable to the tenth.

After all, the hail of the soul is just a hole in the period. It is possible to change the law of heaven and earth. At most, rely on your own experience and do some use.

It is also the borrowing power. If in the eyes of the same-level cultivators, it is natural to have a table of flowers, but in the face of low-ranking monks, it is still very powerful.

The power of the Devouring Sword is not the same, her field is really no longer restrained. Of course, it is not a matter of nothing. Lin Xuan and Hail are both hands-on, showing a stalemate.

After a while, the sound of thorns was introduced into the ear, and the scene in front of the scene changed. The ice sheet disappeared without a trace. The four spirits also faded and merged. Instead, a huge light ball appeared in the line of sight. And continued to fly over to the hail.

Every inch of walking is difficult, and space is getting more and more severely distorted.

However, the hail is not good, even though the light ball is slow to the extreme, but at this moment, she can’t move at all, because as long as she is distracted, the power of the field will be clamped, and the two sides fight to this moment. It is simply hard to consume.

This process is complicated, but it is not a matter of interest. The hardships and twists in the middle are not mentioned for the time being. In the end, there is always a winner.

The mysterious degree of the hail *** method is far from being comparable to Lin Xuan, but even in the face of the ancestors, Lin Xuan also has an advantage. He has a double baby and a dan in his body, that is to say, the mana is more than hail. deep.

Coupled with the devouring sword in hand, such a stalemate is naturally beneficial to him.

At this point, Lin Xuan naturally knows that the fight to this step should also be divided into a winner and a loser, and continue to delay, for himself, there is absolutely no harm.

Thinking about it in the heart, Lin Xuan screamed, and the fate of the body came out, but also a mouth, spit out a few mouthfuls of life.

The light ball that was polymerized by the four spirits suddenly became brighter and brighter, and the sound of the broken inch was transmitted to the ear. The elbow of the field finally lost its effect, and its speed suddenly increased.

"Do not……"

The hail exclaimed, and the face showed an unbelievable color. This is impossible. Although it is only a glimpse of the soul, how can it be defeated in the hands of an ant, and the district is a cultivator? So strong?

However, no matter how she thought, the ball of light had already flown to the front of the foot, and the next moment, she swallowed her.