Jun Xian's face turned pale, his connection with the Gu Xin Sword was actually broken, and he knew that since he got the Gu Xin Sword and successfully recognized the master, there had never been such a situation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Jin Haotian on the side naturally saw this scene, but at this time, he was also really angry. Jin Haotian looked at Xingyu, his eyes were full of killing intent, and his hands were not idle. Ancient and profound handprints were constantly changing on Jin Haotian's ten fingers, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down at any time Jin Haotian's handprints changed. On the contrary, the white tiger in front of him became more and more manic, and the sharp teeth in his mouth were exposed to Xingyu. There was still sticky saliva running down my teeth, and that scene was like seeing delicious food drooling constantly.

When Jin Haotian finished finishing the last handprint, the white tiger, which was originally only five zhang high, suddenly skyrocketed to ten zhang. A brutal aura filled the entire altar, and with a roar of the white tiger, there were continuous explosions around it. Suddenly, the spiritual power around the white tiger was disordered and became very unstable.

Xingyu was still indifferent, looking at the appearance of the white tiger, there was actually a hint of a smile. Xingyu didn't move, but the white tiger couldn't calm down. It's not a weapon, it's a spiritual artifact with intelligence. Even if it is a magic weapon compared to ordinary cultivators, it is better than that, and I already know that whether it is a magic weapon, as long as the weapon has spiritual wisdom, it is a treasure that everyone dreams of.

The human in front of it is despising it, and it wants this human to pay for its actions. The white figure disappeared in a flash, and no one could have imagined that such a huge body could be so flexible.

If the real Xingyu saw it, he was afraid that he would fall to the ground in fright, but what was in front of them at this time was not the real Xingyu. The real star is lying in a starry sky, and a faint nebula floats in the starry sky. At this time, Xingyu was lying quietly on a nebula, and there were many crystal bubbles floating around him, and these bubbles were flickering with different pictures, some were complicated and difficult to understand, and some were pictures. The images are also different, some are a person practicing a sword under the stars. Some were muttering to themselves in the night on the edge of the cliff to a round of bright moon, as if they were asking something from that round of cunning bright moon. Some are spirit beasts and flowers, and some of these bubbles are close to the stars. Xingyu's body would emit a faint and soft light to absorb these bubbles, and some of them would shatter into countless pieces, like blisters punctured by needles.

Xingyu lay there quietly, without any movement, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. But at this time, his mind was unusually clear, and he only felt that there was someone beside him who was quietly telling him all kinds of stories, some of which he could understand and some of which he didn't.

He knew that it was the old man who was controlling his body now, and that the old man called Hai was his father's sword spirit. Back then, in order to protect the astrolabe and cover the transfer of the clansmen, his father took a few Xingyu clansmen to stop the enemy's pursuit. Maybe he also knew that this was a road where he would not have a chance to come back, so his father did not bring the Star Sword, maybe it was also for the final reproduction of the Xingyu clan not to be wiped out.

The white forelimbs with sharp tiger claws slapped down hard, and the moment the tiger claws were about to land on the sea. As if he knew it in advance, the sea flew up like a leaf, clinging to the giant claws of the white tiger. The white tiger suddenly pounced, but he didn't smash a big hole on the ground.

Hai Fei stood in the air above the white tiger, watching the white tiger below keep roaring at him, and gradually a trace of anger appeared on his face.

No one noticed that there was a faint white light in Xingyu's pupils. Hai slowly raised the sword above his head, and seven lights suddenly lit up on the starry sword. If the first time Xingyu used it was a white light the size of a sesame seed, now it is at least the size of a pea when it is used by the sea.

Six points of light flew out of the sword body and turned into six balls of light. Six balls of light intertwined in the sky to form a white six-pointed star. "Star Prison": A faint voice is heard in a white light.

A hint of jealousy suddenly flashed in the white tiger's eyes, but after all, it was also spiritual. The white tiger's voice gradually lowered and turned into a low roar, as if he also sensed the interests of the other party. Jin Haotian felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart, and he felt the emotions coming from the white tiger. But now he is no longer allowed to retreat, and his ten fingers are constantly changing, and Jin Haotian can only choose to fight hard with the other party now.

"Tiger Teng": Suddenly, Jin Haotian's ten fingers interlocked and hugged his chest. With his hug, he seemed to become haggard in this place. Compared with Jin Haotian's haggardness, the White Tiger is extremely opposite. The white tiger was originally white and covered with silver tiger stripes. At this time, the tiger stripes on the white tiger's back slowly twisted, and the two sides on the white tiger's back continued to blend.

I saw two silver balls of flesh formed on the back of the white tiger. As the silver ball of meat grew bigger, the white tiger also seemed to be in great pain, and the tiger's mouth was tightly bitten together. A hideous expression appeared on his face, and then the white tiger suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared. As if he could no longer suppress the pain in the center, this roar actually shook the area around the altar slightly.

"Click!" Like the sound of eggshell cracking, the two silver balls of flesh on the back of the white tiger suddenly cracked. A pair of silver-white wings stretched out, and the wings were large enough to be more than ten zhang long. Now there is only one word to describe it, and when it does happen, it is only the people who face it in person that can really feel it.

Grandma's heart couldn't help but tighten, and the moment the white tiger grew wings. She actually clearly felt that the white tiger's aura had soared several times, although she didn't know what Xingyu's situation was now, her grandmother was still worried.

Junxian is no exception, although he has followed Jin Haotian for so many years. But I really saw Jin Haotian do it a few times, let alone go all out like this.

"White Tiger Talisman, Ranked Ninth"

Jun Xian silently thought in his heart, sure enough, it was not the same level as his last-ranked Gu Xin Sword. He couldn't help but think of the phoenix feather arrow again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. What could be more painful than having a divine weapon that can't be used properly.

The white tiger's eyes burst into light, and his wings spread out and flew towards the sea in the air. Hai watched the white tiger fly towards him in the sky, and the starry sword slowly swung down. The six-pointed star above his head suddenly crashed head-on into the white tiger that flew up, and there was no imaginary explosion.

The moment the white tiger collided with the six-pointed star, it was like a big bird encountering the hunter's net, and it was fiercely covered. It fell to the ground with a bang, and the six-pointed star that fell on the ground quickly became larger and fell under the white tiger, and a thick pillar of light rose from each corner of the six-pointed star. Six pillars of light locked the white tiger firmly inside, and the white tiger at this time seemed to be locked in an iron cage.

The white tiger kept screaming in the six-pointed star, and a pair of wings kept inciting and trying to fly. But above him, there seemed to be a huge pressure pressing on it, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't fly. Enraged, the white tiger slapped fiercely at the pillars of light that trapped it, and the pillar of light that was attacked by the six-pointed star pillar under the attack of its sharp tiger claws dimmed a little.

Before the white tiger could be proud, suddenly the pillars of light in the six directions lit up at the same time. A huge six-pointed star under the white tiger kept spinning, and the suddenly rotating six-pointed star suddenly went upward. The white tiger is like a kitten stepping on a wooden plank that is violently lifted off by the wooden board.

The white tiger in the air kept flapping its wings, but no matter how it flapped its wings, it couldn't fly, but it didn't even slow down its descent. With a loud bang, the white tiger fell heavily to the ground, and then Jin Haotian's face turned pale and spit out a mouthful of blood.

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