Above the sky, Lin Changfeng held the Wuxiang Sword in his hand, standing in the air, looking at the sword master coldly.

Glancing at the old ghost covered in cold sweat, his eyes fell on the short and thin old man's body, a sword light fell, and the surrounding space distorted and vibrate.

Pei Mo Nengyu's sword continued to enlarge in front of the short and thin old man's eyes, his scalp exploded, he wanted to escape, he wanted to dodge, but a strange illusion was born in his heart.

Lin Changfeng's sword light seemed to locate him, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Just the moment he was thinking, the sword light engulfed him, and the short and thin old man stood in place, with an expression of boundless horror and astonishment on his face.

The entire ground of this sword was split into a gully of hundreds of meters, and even Ye Que and the others were stupid in place, they couldn't believe that this was something that a mid-foundation building monk could do.

It all seemed so dreamy and unreal.

The sword master's eyelids were also beating wildly at this time, and he looked up at Lin Changfeng who was standing in the sky, and he could feel that the other party's cultivation was in the middle stage of foundation building.

As for strength...... His eyelids twitched, and it was obvious that it had erupted from the long sword in Lin Changfeng's hand, which made him even more confident in his thoughts, this sword must be a rare spiritual weapon!

But now he didn't dare to fight Lin Changfeng anymore, he couldn't hold on for long with his burning soul, and the best way at this time was to escape.

The whole person turned into a blood-colored streamer, and it slid out towards the sky, which was a blood shield.

Burning the soul and calling the blood shield is the biggest price he can pay, if he is still found by Lin Changfeng, then the only thing waiting for him is death!

Looking up at the sword master who wanted to escape, Lin Changfeng's face sank, and he said coldly: "Want to escape? ”

The Wuxiang sword in his hand was clenched, and Lin Changfeng threw it hard, and then the whole person took a step and disappeared in place.

Ye Que and the others below were a little dumbfounded, Lin Changfeng seemed to be stronger, and then their eyes fell on the elder of the assassination organization.

With so many people present, he was just a half-step Jindan, and it was very simple to win it.

The other party also noticed this, his face turned slightly pale, glanced at Lin Changfeng who disappeared into the sky, and sneered: "Kill me? You have to think clearly. ”

Hearing his words, Ye Que sneered: "Everyone in the assassination organization has been killed, including the Pope, the top of the entire assassination organization, only you are left." ”

As the words fell, the crowd rose up to attack, without giving him any chance to react.

In the middle of South China, at the top of a mountain range, the sword master fell to the ground with a pale face.

An emerald green sword pierced his chest, and a mocking figure of an old man appeared beside him.

"Hey~ why do you say you're provoking that little guy?" The sword spirit walked out of the long sword, sighed and shook his head: "Don't say it's you, I think even the one in the Kunlun Sword Domain wouldn't dare to offend him in his heyday." ”

"But also, you don't know how perverted this little guy is, you can only say that you are relatively ignorant."

"By the way, have you ever thought about summing up or something? Maybe the little guy will agree. ”

Facing the chatter of the sword spirit, the sword master said angrily: "Shut up! ”

"Tsk...... I like to see you look like you're impotent and furious. The sword spirit's playful voice kept echoing, like an annoying fly.

Enduring the severe pain, the sword master pulled out the Wuxiang sword, raised his hand and threw it down the cliff, his black hair also became silver and white at this moment, and the original delicate skin also became saggy, and the whole person became an old man in the year of rotten wood.

The sword spirit looked at the appearance of the sword master, sighed, and said helplessly: "Why bother." ”

He raised his finger and beckoned, and a streamer of light rose up from under the cliff, and then the Wuxiang Sword fell into the hand of the sword spirit, and he quietly sank into the sword body.

The main vitality of the sword has been cut off by him, and there is no possibility of survival, and the sword that Lin Changfeng threw with all his strength used almost half of his aura.

The sword lord leaned his back against the stone, his breath was faint, and he said intermittently: "I want to know, what is mysterious about him that can make you believe in him like this." ”

Hearing this, the sword spirit was silent, just quietly looking at the sword master whose breath was gradually weakening.

"I know what you have in mind, (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 308: Kill the Sword Master

But if I were you, I would have fled now, instead of waiting here for the time to fight back. ”

The sword spirit spoke his opinion, and there was a sense of helplessness and sarcasm in his voice.

Hearing the words of the sword spirit, the sword lord looked at the figure passing from the sky, and smiled sinisterly: "I naturally know that I can escape from the Jindan Realm Divine Soul." ”

"But I want to give him a big gift at the end, and I think he'll love it."

The sword spirit looked at the sword master with a caring and mentally retarded gaze, shook his head and said, "I advise you that it is best not to use your divine soul to fight against him, you will regret it." ”

The sword master was full of indifference, and smiled heartily: "Then try it, I will let him know how beautiful this gift is!" ”

Just as the two were talking, Lin Changfeng came from the woods behind him, his face was cold, his expression was cold and arrogant, and when he spoke, his tone also carried a judgment posture.

"You shouldn't have done anything to Li Taixuan from the beginning."

With his back against the stone, the sword master trembled and moved his body, his cloudy eyes looked at Lin Changfeng levelly, and sneered: "You are right, Li Taixuan may not die, but I think you will definitely die." ”

Without pausing, Lin Changfeng slowly walked to the sword master's side and snorted coldly: "You seem to be very confident." ”

Just when the distance between the two was only ten zhang, the divine soul behind the sword master suddenly poked out, turning into a phantom and burrowing into Lin Changfeng's body.

Lin Changfeng's steps suddenly froze, and when he saw this scene, the sword spirit sighed and said, "What a guy who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive." ”

He knew how terrifying Lin Changfeng's divine soul was, even if his divine soul realm was insufficient, it was also the divine soul of the Jindan realm, and the divine soul in Lin Changfeng's body was just a rolling word, and he was directly kicked out of Zhihai.

It is enough to show that Lin Changfeng's divine soul is powerful, and the last hole card of this sword master really makes him feel ridiculous.

Lin Changfeng knew the sea, and the sword master's spirit looked around, but found that he couldn't see anything, and the layers of white mist made him puzzled.

"Why is this kid's knowledge of the sea like this?" He muttered under his breath, and then saw the fog be lifted layer by layer, revealing a magnificent palace.

The gate of the palace was closed, and the stone steps led to the main hall, and the surrounding fog seemed to be to obscure the main hall.

"What's going on? There is actually a palace in this kid's soul? He raised his eyes to look at the palace on the stone steps, and said with a strange face: "Could it be that this kid has been taken away by some great power?" ”

Just as he was talking to himself, his raised footsteps landed on the first step.

Seeing that nothing abnormal was happening, he raised his foot and took a second step, and a slight pressure spread throughout his body, making him tremble.

"This pressure ...... It seems to come from the depths of the soul. ”

Chapter 308: Kill the Sword Master