Although the red sphere was stationary, the lines on it were dripping and rotating, and the pure aura gradually spread, the black smoke dissipated, and the white foam stopped boiling and calmed down. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The foam gradually gathered together and condensed into a drop of milky white liquid, and then a trace of black breath in this drop of liquid was expelled until it became crystal clear, transparent and pure.

The first time Lin Zhan saw this situation, he didn't know that this was Wu De's magical talent who was trying to recover himself, or not to restore himself, but the red sphere in his original body was the help that could bring him back to life, or even make something out of nothing.

The white foam was originally formed by Wu De's body, which accumulated his last essence, and at this moment, the poison of the red-tailed scorpion queen in the essence was forced out again, so this drop of liquid became the root of his resurrection.

Lin Zhan didn't have time to continue to observe the changes in the ball and the drop of liquid, because Wushan finally couldn't bear it anymore and attacked it.

Wu Shan didn't know about Wu De's situation, but as long as there was a little hope, he would help him create the last conditions.

Lin Zhan's strength and luck have also been seen by Wushan, so there is only one battle, and he can no longer stay out of it.

"Lin Zhan, I'm afraid you don't have such good luck today!" Wu Shan flew over, like a Kunpeng floating, and the dusty sword in his hand came out of the sheath and groaned.

Thirty-six hands of the floating dust swordsmanship, woven into an overwhelming sword net, shrouded down.

The light of each sword exuded a dazzling murderous aura.

Lin Zhan picked up the ink sword and rose through the sky, his battle intent surging.

"Luck? You even know that I'm lucky, why don't you give up, are you stupid?"

Burial Sword Peak, passed down from the peak master sword slave, has a set of basic burial sword peak sword techniques, burial sword peak sword formation, but according to the respective strength and opportunity of the disciples and disciples, the recognition of a certain sword in the land of the sword mound can obtain the swordsmanship inheritance of these famous swords, just like Fan Ning's Thousand Flowers Sword Technique before, it has its own differences.

Therefore, the dust-whisking sword technique performed by Wushan at this moment comes from the inheritance of the sword in his hand.

"Sweep away the filth of the world and sweep away the dust in my heart......"

Wu Shan chanted the heart of the dust sword technique, the sword style changed again and again, the thirty-six hand sword style, in a short period of time, it exerted a round, the superimposed energy, which made people tremble.

Lin Zhan suddenly felt a wave of pride in his heart, the world is big, after the first battle, he may die, but if he is alive, what is not worth it.

I think when I first came to the blue ice world and fell into that ice cave, I trembled in order to survive and survive, but when I saw the duel of the monks, I felt extremely afraid and envious in my heart, and I felt that I and those people were completely two worlds......

After following the last legion of the Qin family, he entered the Flame Peak and became a miscellaneous disciple, but today, he was able to fight with people so loudly!

"There are no two worlds, and I can do it too!"

Even though the Wushan Realm is as high as the fourth rank of the Yellow Order, even though the dozens of Yellow Order masters of the Burial Sword Peak are eyeing each other...... So what?

This pride broke away from Lin Zhan's invisible psychological restraints, and even the sense of powerlessness towards Ning Wanqing disappeared at this moment.

"Hehe, what sweep away the filth and dust, who do you think you are?"

Lin Zhan stroked the body of the ink sword, as if he was communicating with an old friend.

The ink sword trembled slightly, and a cheerful aura came out.

Lin Zhan needs to fight to improve himself, and the newborn sword spirit in the ink sword must be like this.

Fighting is the meaning of survival that they crave to embrace the most!

"Blackie, let's fight!"

Whoa!

There are no moves and no styles, facing the sword net that is all over the ground, Lin Zhan waved his ink sword and easily swung out three swords.

The first sword, the bursting sword is restrained, and the clear light is like the light of the moon, but among them, a little golden star is dotted, brilliant and unparalleled, but it is such a silent clear light that the disciples of the Burial Sword Peak who are watching the battle from a distance can't help but squint their eyes, as if it is the most dazzling light, which will make the eyes melt.

The moment the Qinghui sword light was drawn on the sword net, it seemed that there was a brief pause between heaven and earth, and then, in the center of the sword net, a big mouth was opened, and countless floating dust sword shadows burst out chaotically, inspiring a dazzling firework everywhere.

Before these sword qi fireworks dissipated, Lin Zhan's second sword came out!

This sword is crossed with the direction of the first sword, this time, the clear light faded, the golden light burst out, extremely dazzling, even the brilliance of the heavenly sword net was forcefully suppressed, the momentum was mighty, the flat ground rolled up a surging arrogance, the wind howled, the earth roared, the dust was raised, the ice slag and snowflakes, as well as the stones and trees, all rolled up together.

"Aren't you going to sweep away the filth and dust of the world?

Lin Zhan is like this, in the face of Wushan's self-proclaimed senior brother, he has a self-righteous arrogance, many people bully people, he does things that lack morality, and he looks righteous and calm, which disgusts him the most.

You don't look good, even if you are a little obscene, like a few miscellaneous brothers, or have a belly of ghost ideas, just like the golden lion, but you dare to act and act boldly, and you value love and righteousness, then Lin Zhan appreciates it very much, and it is worth standing for it until the last breath.

If you do all the bad things, and you have a pretentious and incomparable face, Lin Zhan will naturally overturn it to the end.

Deliberately raising all kinds of garbage into the sky was also a move made by Lin Zhan against Wushan's dust-brushing swordsmanship.

Of course, Lin Zhan also knows that the so-called dust brushing is naturally also a spiritual sense, there is no dust in the heart, and there will be no dust in the world, which seems to be a kind of mantra and Buddha admonition of the Buddhists, which is not something that people like Wushan can understand, and Lin Zhan himself can't do it.

Wu Shan's heart was like ashes after the dust sword net, his strongest sword dao had been fully exerted, and the thirty-six hand sword styles of the dust were all out, originally thinking of using thunder to bombard, so that Lin Zhan would not die and also shed a layer of skin, no matter how bad it was, it could delay a little time and buy a little time for Wu De's rebirth.

To tell the truth in his heart, he was already not confident from the beginning, otherwise he would not have let others do it again and again, and more than ten or twenty people besieged an opponent of the second and third grades of the Yellow Order, and he would have fallen into the inferior position psychologically, not to mention, so far, Lin Zhan has not been harmed, and on the side of the Burial Sword Peak, more than half of the casualties have been lost, and it is miserable, and the remaining juniors and disciples, seeing their appearance, I am afraid that they have also lost their fighting spirit early.

One blow, on the contrary, it is a thousand miles.

Lin Zhan's third sword contained an astonishing sword intent energy, as if there was a life consciousness permeating it, like a jumping streamer, in the key position where the sword net was located, doing a merciless destruction bombardment.

The sword power of creation, the tidal spirit waves, and the bursting silver light and golden rays all intersected together, and finally merged into a shining sword gang, blasting Wushan and his dust-whisking sword into ashes......

Maybe this is to sweep away the filth of the world and sweep away the dust in my heart.

Floating dust and sword fall, the sky is crying!(To be continued.) )