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Lin Tianjing, who opened his eyes, seemed to be a different person. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The face was expressionless, and a pair of clear black eyes turned silver for some reason.

In those silver eyes, there is sorrow and pity.

This feeling is very strange, as if the person in front of him is both Lin Tianjing and not Lin Tianjing.

He glanced around.

In a short period of time, Lian Jue, Lian Yueming, and Lian Cang were killed in battle, and Lin Jun was seriously injured.

He is grieving for the people who died in battle, and he is also having mercy for the entire Lin family.

After that shocking glance, Lin Tianjing's eyes no longer had the slightest emotion, just looked at the ghost and did not return, and mechanically raised the sword in his hand.

With this action, a green lotus suddenly erupted behind Lin Tianjing.

Different from the small green lotus that was born on the sword before, this green lotus seemed to come out of thin air behind Lin Tianjing, and it was more than three meters tall!

Lin Tianjing's thin figure should have been submerged in this green lotus that covered the sky and the sun, but for some reason it became more and more tall and imposing.

It was as if the whole green lotus was stretching and swaying around him.

Lin Tianjing threw the war knife he picked up with his left hand, and turned to hold the sword with both hands.

The arc of lightning wrapped around the nameless sword, and thunder exploded on it.

The sound intensified, faintly overpowering the violent explosions around it.

Lin Tianjing just opened his mouth and didn't say anything, but it brought a burst of sword roar, which fell in everyone's ears, like the resonance of heaven and earth, forming a sentence: "My generation of martial artists, fight to the death!"

Then hold the sword in both hands and swing it down with a sword!

That's chopping, that's chopping, that's the posture that Lin Tianjing practiced the most when he first held the sword and practiced the knife.

This is the sword technique, and it is also the basic movement of the sword technique.

His face was expressionless, and he swung down so hard.

......

If someone can be in the space inside the Yu Luan Knife, I am afraid they will see that the Yu Luan Sword Spirit is holding his hands weakly at the moment, waving downward, his face and even his movements are exactly the same as Lin Tianjing.

Holding a false grip is like holding a sword, and it is also like holding a knife.

There are voices echoing in this space, and only the voices are heard, but no one is seen.

The voice was amazed, admired, and incredulous.

"Are the Lin family all crazy! They actually volunteered to let the sword spirit into the master! Just for the sake of this sword! Are you really not afraid that your soul will be wiped out!"

......

With a movement, the green lotus behind him was like a long dragon drawing water, and suddenly turned into a green mang, merging into this sword.

is different from the dazzling sword lotus before, there is no swaying posture, and there is no endless atmosphere, but it is silent, merging into the sword.

A cyan phantus suddenly appeared on the body of the sword, and the whole body was carved like jade, and the green light flowed in between.

A piece of green lotus, in exchange for a sword.

Then this emerald green "sword", in the swing of Lin Tian's shock, suddenly left the "body", like an arrow from the string.

The wind howled.

Thunder and lightning flashed on the sword.

The off-string arrow brought out a line of black cracks.

Similar to the punch before the ghost does not return, this pitch-black crack is a sign of breaking the space!

Bring up the wind and thunder, and also bring up a piece of green lotus.

Every inch of space that this sword flew over, stacked green lotuses bloomed, different from the delicate and verdant before, this green lotus appeared a little dark green, and it seemed more iron-blooded and hard.

It was as if this dark green was soaked in blood and was difficult to wipe away.

Among the green lotus, the murderous spirit is soaring.

......

The ghost did not return, and he was stabbed in the back, and blood was spilled in the sky.

With his cultivation, he should have turned around and attacked Lin Jun in an instant, killing people with one move. But for some reason, after seeing Lin Tianjing suddenly open his eyes and silver eyes with murderous intent, his entire body trembled irrepressibly.

The ghost did not turn around, and one elbowed back. Lin Jun, who was already extremely weak, immediately shot out backwards, and his body broke dozens of thick and strong trees, and finally stopped his body on an old tree that was more than a hundred years old.

In the face of this "green" flying sword, a shock suddenly floated in the ghost heart.

He finally stopped hiding his secrets.

Different from the horror in his heart, he didn't care about the terrible wound behind him, his body remained relaxed and natural, impartial, and his movements were like flowing water, gentle and even.

The left and right hands are fluttering with big sleeves, raising their hands to draw an arc, the circle is complete, it is a spiral in the form of an arc, and the conversion of the circle is not sluggish, and at the same time, the waist is used as a axis, and the upper and lower are followed, and the whole body forms a whole.

Left and right arcs, gradually forming small circles.

Beyond the small circle, a circle is reproduced.

A mysterious curve separates each other.

Continuous, cohesive and smooth, clear distinction between virtual and real, light and calm, rigid and soft.

Left Yang and Right Yin. The left hand is faintly golden, and the right hand is black and dead.

Yin and yang.

If Lin Tianjing was still conscious at this time, he would definitely be surprised to find that this mysterious pattern was very similar to the Taiji diagram of his own world!

On top of this "Tai Chi", gossip emerged, enveloping the ghost and not returning to the body, like a shield, facing the Qinglian sword of "Lin Tianjing".

Tai Chi gossip, faintly immortal floating.

It is diametrically opposed to the monstrous death of the ghost who does not return.

......

After Lin Tianjing swung out his sword, he didn't feel good.

can cross the border to exert this kind of combat power, and the root is still the sword spirit in the nameless sword.

With a sword spirit possessed by the body, and with such a momentum, Lin Tianjing was naturally not so comfortable.

With this sword, his arms cracked like ceramic, and in an instant they were covered with countless cracks, from the cracks between his fingers to the arms, where bones were faintly visible.

For some reason, there was not a drop of blood coming out of his arms.

The silver in Lin Tianjing's eyes gradually dissipated, and while his consciousness gradually recovered, a slightly weak word echoed in his mind: "I have done my best to protect your soul from extinction." But you are also very badly wounded, and you must not move!"

The voice paused slightly, as if it remembered something, and became weaker and weaker: "After that, I will lock up this sword six senses, if there are other words, don't believe it!"

In the sword, a voice said angrily: "Yu Luan Dao!

But this voice did not reach Lin Tianjing's mind after all.

At the moment when the silver glow of his eyes finally disappeared, "Lin Tianjing", who was still dominated by the sword spirit, glanced at the ghost and did not return, and his face was worried.

Whether this sword can succeed or not, I can't see it.

Even if Lin Tianjing could see it, he couldn't move.

This sword of his own made Lin Tianjing's arms and veins break nine times out of ten, and the sword spirit entered the master, causing his soul to shock.

If it weren't for the fact that he cultivated the method of meditation, the soul of the Sea Consciousness was far stronger than others, and at this moment, Lin Tian was afraid that he had already become an idiot.

If it weren't for the fact that his battle bones were different from ordinary people, they were condensed with battle qi and had no substance, I am afraid that Lin Tianjing's battle bones would have been shattered at this time and he would have become a wasted person.

But it was these many "ifs" that saved Lin Tianjing's sanity and life.

In the dark, is it really providential?

The sword spirit didn't know, and he didn't want to know.

She is just a knife, a sword, she can't control so much, and all she can do is kill aliens.

Since you want to kill, let's kill it to the fullest, and kill Lin Li to death.

Life is short, kill to the fullest.

This life is Lin Li's killing.

At the last moment, Yu Luan Dao Spirit borrowed Lin Tianjing's body and whispered three words:

"Have fun!"

......

The strongest shield intersects with the sword that shoots out.

The moment the nameless sword intersected with this Tai Chi gossip, a vision was born.

The nameless sword Qinglian withered and regenerated, like a moment of spring and autumn, and a hundred years in an instant.

Like green waves crashing on the shore, the tide rises and falls, one after another, endlessly.

They say they are swords, but they have swords.

Every green lotus blooms and withers, and there is a sword qi derived, and the wind and thunder suddenly rise.

The black spatial crack that was supposed to dissipate immediately did not dissipate for a long time.

The wind, the thunder, the sound is endless.

The torch is passed down from generation to generation, and the sword is endless.

It was actually similar to Lin Jun's stacking strength, and it became more and more violent.

The momentum of the wind and thunder, its momentum is like a stream converging the river, and a big snow avalanche falls.

The green rays that had not yet dissipated gradually drifted backwards, converging into a vague human form.

The man raised his hand and held the sword, as if he were slashing before holding it.

The technique of hob, the meaning of Qinglian, is like divine help in the hands of this person.

As in a dream.

Lin Jun, who couldn't move on the broken tree, suddenly straightened up, looking at this blurred figure, his lips trembled, and he didn't shout those two words after all.

As if he was afraid that his own shout would wake up and blow away the blurred figure.

Qinglian has a thousand weather.

After every wind and thunder, the Tai Chi gossip, the immortal qi became weaker and weaker, and the golden mangs became more and more dim.

The ghost does not return, at this time, there is suffering and self-knowledge, and there is suffering.

Every time the green lotus withers and the thunder it brings, it is actually a sword, or all kinds of visions derived from a sword.

The reason why the black crack has endured for so long is because of the continuous connection between one knife and one knife after another.

The power of his own punch was terrifying, destroying most of the Lin family, and it was just tearing open the space.

And every knife has a terrifying power that can cut through space!

Lin Jun's previous hundreds of knives of hob knife skills, he still had to avoid its edge. How terrifying should the power of hundreds of knives be in the blink of an eye?!

He didn't dare to think about it.

It's not that he didn't think about avoiding this sword and running away, but the person who held the sword formed by the gathering of green mangs was obviously the qi machine that had already locked on him.

If it weren't for the fact that he was decisive and no longer hidden, and used his means of pressing the bottom of the box, he would have been killed on the spot at this moment.

If you dodge, you will only die faster.

The ghost does not return to obviously know who the man with the sword is.

Yu Luan Sword God, Lin Li's residual thoughts.

Lin Li died on the battlefield, and before he died, he looked at his hometown from afar, with a peaceful face.

But before he died, he must have missed and wished.

Everyone knows that Lin Li is only willing to step on the alien race and clean up the frontier in this life.

Obviously, this obsession was taken over by the sword spirit, and then today, through the hand of the young man in front of him, it was finally released.

The ghost does not return and said hoarsely: "Lin Li, you really don't let me be at peace even if you die!!"

People often say that there is great enlightenment between life and death. The ghost does not return to face this sword that endangers life and death, stopping at the peak of the Nine Stars of the Martial Sect, and the realm of the half-step Martial Emperor is finally faintly loosened.

The ghost does not return, and the eyes suddenly brighten!

Behind him, countless black qi converged into a small sword, which was almost substantial, and even the various runes engraved on it could be seen, as well as the black light refracted by the sword body.

Then he raised his head to the sky and roared, and soared into the sky into the sea of clouds.

At the same time, the Tai Chi gossip in front of him was shattered.

Qinglian's sword followed, and if an immortal sword walked, it soared to the sky for 90,000 miles.

The people standing on the ground looked up at the clouds like ants looking at the sky.

Above the clouds, thunder shook the sky, and a terrifying thunder slashed down, as if tempering something.

Lin Tian suddenly coughed up blood, and the terrifying wounds on his arms were gushing with blood.

But he didn't crouch down, his sword on the ground, desperately looking up, trying to see the result.

But Lin Tianjing's heart suddenly flashed a trace of clarity, and he broke off contact with the Blue Lotus Sword, and if there was no reason, he knew that he had failed.

A moment later.

A black gas fell to the earth and descended on the Hanhai.

The whole Hanhai shook at once.

The ghost did not return to cover his right shoulder that had been pierced by a huge hole, coughing up black blood, glancing at everyone present hideously, and finally his eyes fell on Lin Tianjing.

Although he was seriously injured, the momentum of the ghost not returning at this moment was on a higher level than before.

That's almost the difference between quality and quantity.

A child of the Long family stepped forward with a sword, and only then did he take a step forward, and he turned into powder.

The ghost said hideously: "You all have to die!"

The battle was like a sea, including Lin Tianjing, everyone was suppressed and knelt down on one knee and couldn't raise their heads.

In the sky, a small turquoise sword almost the size of a dagger swooped down, stabbing the ghost and not returning.

The ghost raised his eyes and looked at it, and said, "Lin Li! This obsession is really stubborn!"

He waved his hand upward, and a black crack spread out, colliding with the little emerald sword, and then above heaven and earth, the emerald little sword was silently annihilated!

Raise your hand and tear open the space!

Martial Emperor Realm!

The ghost does not return, but between life and death, he realizes a trace of clarity and steps into the realm of the Martial Emperor!

At this time, even Lin Tianjing unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva, already desperate.

In the realm of the Martial Emperor, even if he is seriously injured, he can destroy this Hanhai with a raised hand!

Such a strong enemy, almost invincible!

The ghost did not return to cover his right shoulder, and walked towards Lin Tianjing step by step, not in a hurry.

With each step, the battle spirit and power became more and more terrifying.

His blood-red eyes stared at Lin Tianjing, who was forced to kneel on one knee and couldn't move.

With such a serious injury, the ghost did not return to only encounter it twice in his life.

The first time was Li Shimin's sword giving birth to a lotus.

And the second time, it was because of this boy who was only in the realm of martial artists!

This turned into a dead knot in the ghost heart!

The only way to solve the knot is to die!

The ghost will not return, and he will slap this young man to death in front of everyone!

Lian Po, who was still at the peak of the martial arts realm, struggled to stand up, but suddenly the battle qi in his body suddenly emptied, and the sound of breaking battle bones suddenly came from the battle bones in his chest.

A stick of incense, the end!

Lian Po, who used secret medicine to urge his own realm to skyrocket, has become a wasted person!

The ghost didn't return to see the unwilling Lian Po, and walked in front of Lin Tianjing step by step, the left hand holding his right shoulder finally let go, and between the raised hands, the black gas was entangled, and the gesture was split!

Lin Tianjing, life and death are only in an instant!

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