The people on Shenmu Feihe are Li Wu, Jiang Xiaoyi, Gao Yanan, and Lin Xi.

Lin Xi looked at Shen Tu Nian.

Shen Tunian was looking at him and laughing.

In this kind of war full of countless life and death partings and tragic battles, such laughter naturally seems very weird.

In fact, Shen Tu Nian's actions before were already very strange.

He smashed all the remaining military strength in his hands, the 10,000 rear army, plus the 10,000 reckless soldiers who had withdrawn from the area of this picker before, into this alley.

Then he smashed himself and the white-shirted swordsman, as well as more than a dozen Purgatory Mountain priests, into the assassination of Tang Chuqing as soon as possible.

The commander and the ultimate force are the vanguard, putting themselves in the most dangerous place, this is the posture of the final decisive battle.

So Lin Xi decided to appear here.

The reason why he must be here is known only to him.

"What are you laughing at?"

After seeing the death of many Yun Qin soldiers who made him cherish his life and finally made him decide to live and die with this city, it stands to reason that the other party's boss should be the person he hates the most at the moment, but Lin Xi's expression at this time was very calm, he just calmly looked at Shen Tu Nian who was smiling and asked.

Shen Tu Nian looked at him and said with a smile: "I laugh because you are really here." ”

Lin Xi said calmly: "What other means do you have?"

Shen Tunian didn't answer Lin Xi's words, and said sarcastically: "In this city, in the end, only you people are in front of us... Yun Qin's Saint Master, when did it become so few?"

Lin Xi smiled instead, and said, "Yun Qin's Saint Master will always be more than Da Mang, and if there are fewer in this city, it means that there are more in the other two cities, and in those two cities, your chances of winning will be even more slim." ”

"How many holy masters are a general?It seems that your Qingluan Academy thinks so. Shen Tu Nian glanced indifferently at everyone on Lin Xi's side and said, "It's just that there doesn't seem to be any other means now, I can also kill you." You only have one Saint Master, and one person who has the combat power of a Saint Master at most, but is not a Saint Master. ”

Lin Xi directly interrupted Shen Tu Nian's words, "We still have a lot of Yunqin soldiers. ”

Shen Tu Nian sneered slightly: "It's a pity that they will definitely not be able to break through here for a while." ”

Lin Xi said calmly: "Then you can try." ”

Shen Tu Nian nodded and said, "I was just about to try it." ”

said that it was Shen Tunian who wanted to try, but it was not him who made the first move, but the white-shirted swordsman behind him.

He pointed to the sword and stretched it out.

When he made this move, a violent sword aura had already erupted like a torrent, breaking through the air and forming a channel that was almost vacuum.

His sword flew in this vacuum channel, and stabbed at Lin Xi with a sword.

When his sleeves sent out this sword, they were all cracked, like two white tassels, and cracks appeared on his white arms, like runes.

This sword was his strongest sword.

From the battle of the Falling Star Tomb in the past, his teacher asked him to leave the Falling Star Tomb and return to Damang to meditate so far, the strongest sword he could cultivate, the Vacuum Sword.

He sucked in a certain meridian in his arms, and it was like refining a rune.

When the soul power completely exploded, it directly urged the power to break through the air, and then the soul power penetrated into the flying sword, and the flying sword flew in a near vacuum, with almost no wind resistance, and the speed was naturally faster.

Ordinary people's flying swords, if they take this straight passage, no matter how fast they are, they are like an arrow, and they are easy to be intercepted by powerful opponents.

However, his flying sword itself is the Seven Palace Sword, and when he flies in front of the opponent, his sword will turn into seven sword pieces, and his whereabouts will change suddenly, and only he himself will know the next trajectory of these seven sword pieces.

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Chu Yehan didn't know why Lin Xi had to appear here.

In his opinion, before Lin Xi's cultivation could not reach the Holy Master, the most important thing for him in such a big battle was to command and make decisions, rather than come to fight, so the more dangerous the dangerous place where this kind of naked Saint Master War broke out, the more dangerous it was, the more Lin Xi should avoid it.

He couldn't understand it, but he could have a premonition of the Dao White-shirted Swordsman's move.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

When the tide in the sea is approaching, there are some things that can already know that the tide is coming.

The moment before the white-shirted swordsman made a move, the large bronze box with many extremely fine patterns on his back, close to his skin, had already begun to automatically gather his soul power because of the strange vitality fluctuations in the air.

In the eyes of outsiders, this big box is just a container he uses to hold many weapons, but only he knows that this big box is his real secret, and it is the real secret that he can deal with the holy master at the peak of the great master.

Therefore, his shot is not slower than that of the white-shirted swordsman.

When the gold and iron qi of the white-shirted swordsman's arms shook violently, and the flow of soul power directly broke through the vacuum channel, a certain hole in the bronze box on his back also spewed out a stream of air like an old cow's jet.

A silver pole shot out of the hole, nailed to the ground, and then elongated, unfolded, and spun at unimaginable speeds.

It's like opening a spinning umbrella in an instant.

But this umbrella has no real surface.

There are only pointed fusiform cones connected by hundreds of silvery-white silk threads.

It was like countless tiny chain guns flying in front of them, and like a metal parachute that had opened many layers.

He didn't instill soul power into the weapon.

Because as Yun Qin's most combat-ready master master, he never used the normal cultivator's fighting methods to confront the other party.

He didn't know what kind of basis he was based on to spin with such power, and when the thin sword of the white-shirted swordsman split into seven pieces, the silver-white silk threads were already entangled in the thin sword pieces.

The thin blades of the sword reverbled, and the silver-white silk threads began to break unsupportively, and the rotating silver poles began to emit countless sparks, which were about to be destroyed.

At this moment, Lin Xi glanced at Tang Chuqing.

The night here was suddenly dispelled.

All around was as bright as day.

In his eyes, countless pure rays of light that were pure and more dazzling than the sun fell on Tang Chuqing's body and penetrated into Tang Chuqing's body.

Tang Chuqing, who had become extremely weak because of a large amount of blood loss, and even Tang Chuqing, who was almost unable to use his soul power, instantly became shocked and bright.

The little sword in his hand, which was stained with his own blood, flew up at this moment.

Because the speed was too fast, the air on the sword's body burned, turning into a dark blue flame.

A dark blue line of fire is generated in the air.

And when everyone saw this line of fire, at the end of the line of fire, his sword had already slashed into one of the thin pieces of sword.

Any piece of sword is a part of the sword of the white-shirted swordsman, and it is the body of this sword.

This blow was like a white-shirted swordsman in a tug-of-war with someone, and when he was holding each other, he was hit the chest.

The seven sword blades still broke the silk threads and flew back.

The spinning silver poles also broke off one by one in countless sparks and fell to the ground.

However, the white-shirted swordsman also shook his body and took a step back before he stood firm.

A mouthful of scarlet blood surged out of his mouth with a gentle cough.

His arms could not be raised again for a moment.

"It's a pity that this ingenious thing is ingenious. Lin Xi looked at the broken silver poles and admired them sincerely.

Shocked by the light of Fang Cai, Chu Yehan couldn't help but bow slightly and sighed: "It's a pity." ”

"I said that you can't kill or not, and that's exactly what happened. Lin Xi turned his head, looked at Shen Tu Nian, and said.