The roaring golden giant was magnificent, causing unimaginable coercion to suddenly appear in the heavens and the earth, making everyone's bodies sink, and also making Lin Yuexian, who was at a loss, tremble in his legs and wanted to kneel to the ground.

Under the ring, a sturdy man dressed in a thundercloud robe with silver light and thunder arcs flashing in his eyes looked at Lin Yige slightly, and said casually: "Brother Lin, your clan brother seems to be very embarrassed!"

Lin Yige was silent, he didn't look in that direction anymore, from the moment Lin Yuexian chose Yuanchen, he no longer had hope for him, this was simply an act of self-defeat.

Lei Lin smiled coldly, and didn't say much, Yuanchen was a Tianjiao who was qualified to wrestle with these people, and Lin Yuexian wanted to challenge him, which was really humiliating!

On the other side, Lin Zixuan's eyes flickered, and he looked at his Ziyang Sword Spirit and felt familiar, and there was even a kind of kindness that was originally of the same origin!

As he guessed, the old voice in his body reappeared, "Huh?! Lin boy, the bloodline of the boy in white is the same as your clan, strange and strange, his bloodline is several times richer than your father's, could it be that your clan is not related? ”

Lin Zixuan's mind trembled fiercely, this news was like a bolt from the blue, he originally thought that the Lin family was just a small family in Sunset Town, but he didn't expect that its source was actually the Lin family in the imperial city!

"I see, Lin boy, the old man always feels that your dark demon is incomplete, like something is missing, now look at it, your dark demon and that white-clothed boy Ziyang Sword Spirit are both sword species born in the inheritance of sword spirits, no wonder the cultivation you climb every time you summon is too little." The old man sighed, his tone seemed to be filled with regret.

"It's a pity that the old man sent a wisp of origin power in order to transform your sword spirit, alas! The old man regretted not being at the beginning. The old man complained, regretting it.

Lin Zixuan ignored it, he didn't believe that this old man would help him for no reason, with his vicious and sophisticated eyes, he might have known his sword spirit for a long time, and the reason for all this may be the transaction between his father and him.

"Senior, can there be a difference between strong and weak sword species?" Lin Zixuan asked respectfully, his sword type was prepared for him by Lin Tian, and Lin Jianxuan's sword type was provided by Lin Hu, even Lin Xinghui also had her own sword type, but she did not use it as a blood spirit.

"Hmmm! Yes, old man, I appreciate your modesty, unlike that little ghost who doesn't have any hair, no big or small all day long. The old man said with some disgust.

This time, the big-headed baby did not come out to refute, but was incredibly calm.

"Chaos gives birth to gods and demons, gods and demons melt all things and cast a hundred weapons, and the essence of the weapon is transformed into a spirit, the so-called inheritance sword spirit is actually the instrument spirit born from the first batch of artifacts born between heaven and earth, but under the competition of countless forces and the passage of time, the earlier artifacts have been broken into pieces, because of their special nature, an independent will was born in the fragments, and the monks controlled and ingested by unpredictable means, creating a different path, which is a powerful Dao method that can condense the blood spirit without seizing the blood seed."

"Boy Lin, there must be fragments of sword weapons in the Lin family in the imperial city, so that everyone in your Lin family will have sword spirits." The old man said solemnly, his gaze flashing with remembrance.

Lin Zixuan's heart trembled, this person who created a precedent for the system deserves his respect.

"Dao gives birth to one, life to two, three to all things, the same is true of the inheritance sword spirit, the sword species born from it has the ability to regenerate, in other words, the source of your sword seed is actually split from your father's sword species, but this price is also very huge, after all, every condensation of a sword seed requires a lot of essence and spiritual power."

Lin Zixuan's eyes condensed slightly, since it was produced from generation to generation, and after several generations, the ability of this sword type must be greatly reduced.

The old man continued: "That white-clothed boy's sword type comes from the inheritance sword spirit, and the sword body it summons is naturally hundreds of times better than your sword type that has split many times, if it weren't for sacrificing the old man's origin qi, you might not even be able to summon the blue rain sword body."

Lin Zixuan did not deny it, this is a fact, their side clansmen, from the time they settled in Sunset Town, were destined to decline, and they would never be able to raise their heads.

In the void, under the pressure of Yuanchen's moves, Lin Yuexian's disadvantage became more and more obvious, and the Ziyang sword body in his hand became illusory.

"Do you think that only your Lin family uses weapons as blood spirits?" Yuanchen sneered, he grabbed the giant gong in his hand, and then slammed it down.

This terrifying blow caused Lin Yuexian to take hundreds of steps back and go straight to the edge of the ring.

"Do you know why the rich and prosperous land of the Galaxy Capital has always been controlled by my Yuan family?" Yuan Chen asked, and a faint pride appeared in his expression.

Lin Yuexian looked at that face, a little panicked in his heart, from the cultivation to the magic power, he was not as good as Yuanchen, even the Ziyang Sword Body that he was proud of seemed to be inferior to the golden shadow in Yuanchen's hand, which made him very disappointed, and gradually lost the desire to fight.

"Because my Yuan family has inherited the Gong Spirit for generations, this is more powerful than your sword spirit, and it has an advantage that you don't have, and your Ziyang Sword Body is vulnerable in front of my Golden Gong Body." Yuanchen sneered, and under his step, he threw a huge gong domineeringly, smashing it under Lin Yuexian, causing the latter to vomit blood and fall to the ground.

At this moment, in the void, a black-robed old man snorted coldly, and a terrifying sword aura bloomed from his body, "It's too much!" ”

At the same time, the majestic man sitting in the center just smiled and replied, "It's just a small fight, it won't make much waves, this is the battle of the juniors, those of us who are elders, let's go with them." ”

The black-robed old man's face was even more gloomy, he saw the latter's perfunctory, what made him most angry was his helplessness, all these explanations were in accordance with the rules and reasonable.

"Come back." Lin Yige looked at Lin Yuexian, who stood up again after falling to the ground, and shouted slightly, this battle made him lose face, this is simply one party being crushed by the other.

Lin Yuexian didn't speak, his face was tense, as if he was worried that he would be scolded, but Lin Yige didn't say anything more about it, but closed his eyes and meditated after he came back.

On the other hand, after Aster Yu'er was defeated by the black-robed man, the fire candle that had not moved since the first battle fell in the direction of Lin Zixuan, although Lin Zixuan had an amazing record, he still didn't take him in his eyes, Lin Zixuan was like a papier-mâché tiger to him, vulnerable.

"Come on, I don't have to invite you personally, do I?" Huo Zhu said coldly, in this battle, he will show his full strength to rush to the front.

Lin Zixuan didn't hesitate at all, after being comfortable for so long, it was his turn to play.