Bai Zhenxia didn't dare to slack off, and a flying sword also rose in the air behind him, heading towards the dominating sword. The two talismans around him www.biquge.info also burned at this moment, and the volley was shaped into dozens of pale golden blade lights, and under the pressure of the wind, they rushed forward, from slow to fast, just for a moment, they brought up the afterimage of the Dao, like lightning and flint.

But on the other side, Zhang Xin did not retreat but advanced, and rushed forward in the face of these two 'golden wind slashes'. Under the impetus of the fifteenth-level wind movement technique, the body is also so fast that it is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye!

This surprised Bai Zhenxia, but then there was mockery in his eyes.

The forty-level Golden Wind Slash, although the power is not demonstrated, the lethality is in the same level of spiritual arts, but it can be stable in the top ten, and it can almost catch up with those extreme moves.

It is precisely because it is invincible and can cut through all the sharpness that it is difficult to show its momentum. It's just because before this level forty 'Golden Wind Slash', even the air has to be cut apart, and there is no sound!

This vertical man on the other side is shallow in the end, probably thinking that he is only using a level 30 spiritual technique, so he dares to be so arrogant, stupid enough to shake the edge of this level 40 golden wind slash.

In his opinion, this son is killing himself, and there is no other possibility except for the ending of being cut off by Jin Feng!

It wasn't until those pale golden blades had slashed less than a foot in front of Zhang Xin that Bai Zhenxia felt that something was wrong.

Zhang Xin had already pulled out the newly refined long knife 'Qiushui' on his waist, and the silver-like knife light suddenly chiseled and pierced forward, and when there was no room for it, he completed all kinds of changes, or patted or hit or cut or chop, and actually twisted the incomparable pale golden light blades in front of him into pieces in a moment!

"Crazy knife laughing and dancing to slash the sky!"

Against these two forty-level golden wind slashes, Zhang Xin walked with a knife, all the way like a bamboo, laughing wildly.

"Scum, scum, all scum! Even if there is a level 40 Golden Wind Slash, you are still a piece of garbage!

The sword light flickered, bringing bursts of thunder, and the last three pale golden light blades were also swept away.

On the other side, Bai Zhenxia's face had already changed color, and his eyes were full of horror.

"-The fourth battle realm, extremely hidden!"

At this time, in the dark and uninhabited, someone also let out a sigh of surprise.

"This guy is actually extremely hidden?"

This exclamation couldn't help it, and after the words came out, the man seemed to feel that something was wrong, and restrained the sound lines. Fortunately, the two of them in the distance were fighting fiercely and did not notice the slightest abnormality.

Coincidentally, thousands of miles away, there were also two people who were shocked by Zhang Xin's forty-level spiritual skill.

"It seems that it is indeed the fourth battle realm, and there is no doubt about it!"

The man in white, with his face covered in a mask, fixed his eyes fixed on the scene in the mirror in front of him, and it was not until a full three breaths later that he looked away with gloomy eyes.

"It seems that this Shenhai Peak has really accepted a Tianzhong Genius! As a disciple of the entrance examination, and has the Fourth Battle Realm, such a talent has not been available for many years. ”

"I remember that Shangguan Xuanhao in the past was also the fourth battle realm that broke through four months after the entrance exam, right?"

On the left side of the man in white, there was another black mist-shrouded mirror, and a middle-aged man's hoarse voice came from it: "That person's fifty-seventh-level wind spirit slash is not unmatched, but because of his combat talent, he has reached the top of the top in his forties, and only three or five of the divine masters can be his opponents." But now this letter is even more above Shangguan Xuanhao! This is troublesome, in addition to the battle situation, this son's physique is almost chasing Mo Ling, and his sword skills are even more superb, and he is no longer rigid in his moves, and there is no smoke at all. And then there is this person's spirit body, I am afraid that it is not only the wind spirit body, but also the spirit body pseudo-battle realm that can be blessed with the sword mastery. In this way, the battle realm level of this son has surpassed the two realms of Bai Zhenxia, and today is not a futile!"

"It's not yet certain—"

The man in white shook his head slightly: "Although this son's battle realm is high, and his spiritual skill level is more than twenty, he still has shortcomings after all. ”

"Are you saying that his mana is not enough, his physical strength is not enough? This is also true, his psionic level is too low after all. ”

The person in the mirror also agreed, and then his tone changed: "Continue the preface, whose idea is it to ambush more than ten eight-armed snake demons in this cave?"

"It won't be me! The collapse of the Upper Courtyard of Zangling Mountain will not do you and me any good. ”

The white-clothed man's voice also seemed to be full of doubts: "Before today, I didn't even know that this Sima Xinde had something to do with the evil spirit! Sending more than a dozen thirteen-level demons and demons into the Tibetan Spirit Mountain silently is definitely not something that he can do as a small mountain patrol master. Although there are flaws in the mountain domain near the Tibetan Spirit Mountain, it is still far from the level of leakage everywhere. It's impossible, so I don't know which one of the doors is doing?"

"It really has nothing to do with you?"

The person in the mirror didn't believe it, and a pair of deep eyes in the black mist fixed his gaze, until the man in white showed displeasure, and then he slowed down his tone: "Whether it's you or not, you should know what the consequences will be this time! Sima Xinde This person, who has served as the deputy director of the Sorting Division of the Zongshan Xiantang and the director of the Zangling Mountain Promotion, has a very important position and has too many to do with it. It's you and me, and it's involved. ”

"So no matter what, you can't let him be captured alive this time, or even confess, right?"

The man sighed slightly, but his tone was still calm as usual: "I feel that it is best not to act rashly in the near future." The more you move, the more you go wrong. I really had no choice, so I cut the meat ruthlessly and cut it early. And the most anxious thing now is not you and me. ”

When he said this, the person in the mirror fell into silence, and after a while, he said: "You still understand when you see things, and now you are moving more and making more mistakes! ”

"The attention of the sect can't stop anymore~"

The man in white sighed lightly, and then looked at the fierce battle in the mirror with complicated eyes: "Now, I believe in the patriarchal minister's statement. ”

"Patriarchal Minister, do you mean that this letter is probably the legacy of Guanglin Mountain, and the son of luck who is blessed by the spirit of the mountains? But according to him, this son will never be folded here——"

Only halfway through speaking, the voice of the person in the mirror paused slightly, and the man in white had already fixed his eyes on the silver mirror, with a solemn expression.

Inside the cave, when Zhang Xin smashed those pale golden light blades one by one. The two spirit soldiers in the air also distinguished themselves at this moment.

But what won was not Bai Zhenxia's eighth-level spirit sword, but Zhang Xin's dominating sword! The sword shadow slashed twelve times in an instant, but seven times missed. The remaining few times were slashed by the blue sword light on the sword body, and they were almost in the same position.

Bai Zhenxia's swordsmanship level, although it was as high as level thirty-five or above, was unbearable at this time, cracks faintly appeared on the sword body, and it trembled even more, as if he was wailing and crying.