"You guys, get here!"

The masked man Jade Mask looked at the disciples of the Black Tiger Gang who had been abolished.

"Who killed the Tyrant Tiger?"

"Demons, demons!" the men looked terrified, shaking their heads.

The jade-faced Langjun had a cold expression, his five fingers turned into claws, and he suddenly grabbed one of the Black Tiger Gang disciples.

The next moment, the man's head was pierced, and the slightest trace of blood rose and steamed rapidly.

Jade-faced Langjun closed his eyes slightly, and then opened his eyes.

"It turned out to be a teenager. He snapped.

Just now, he used a special soul searching method and saw the scene when Lin Xuan slashed the violent tiger.

Could it be that the disciples of the top sects, the jade-faced Langjun, are puzzled, at this age, they can have such means, and only those disciples of great forces.

Other than that, there is little second possibility.

"No matter who it is, as long as he dares to fight the idea of the Evil King's Tomb, I will let him come and go without returning!" A wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, let's meet this swordsman. Yumian Langjun took out a folding fan and waved it lightly.

Suddenly, a blood mark appeared on the necks of those Black Tiger Gang disciples, and dozens of people died in response.

Then, the two of them shook like ghosts and disappeared into the ruins.

After a long time, above the ruins, a slight sound suddenly sounded.

The Tyrant Tiger, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly shuddered, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, highlighting a trace of blood.

"Damn, fortunately, I mastered this method of fake death, and I deceived that jade-faced Langjun. ”

"I will definitely avenge this revenge!" The violent tiger struggled with difficulty and began to frantically absorb the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth.

The storage ring had already been taken away by Lin, so he couldn't get any elixir to nourish him.

"Little thief, I will pay back today's revenge a hundredfold!" Violent Tiger's voice was hoarse, with endless murderous aura.

As the second leader of the Black Tiger Gang, he has never suffered such humiliation, and today he almost died in the tomb of the evil king.

But despite his resentment, he didn't get carried away.

With his current strength, he couldn't take revenge at all, and besides, he had a deep fear of that jade-faced Langjun.

"Jade-faced Langjun, I didn't expect him to come too!" Tyrant Tiger's voice was solemn.

It is rumored that the jade-faced Langjun is a disciple of the evil king, and he is ruthless, and he is more cruel than the evil king.

Ordinary Spirit Fusion Realm martial artists have no way to survive when they encounter him, and even Spirit Transformation Realm martial artists don't want to provoke him.

It seems that you can only cast the Blood Demon Fusion Dafa. The violent tiger looked solemn, and after thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He propped up his broken body, his palms quickly forming strange marks.

Suddenly, the blood around him gathered and quickly surged into his body.

Soon, his body was encased in a ball of blood.

After a long time, the blood mist exploded, and a withered figure appeared above the ruins.

The figure was withered, like a zombie, without the slightest human appearance.

This is the Tyrant Tiger who wields the Myriad Secret Technique.

"Melting Spirit Realm Extreme Realm! I will definitely be able to kill that kid this time!" the violent tiger's voice was cold, and then his body drifted towards the distance like a violent wind, and wherever he passed, countless bloody qi rushed to the sky.

......

After Lin Xuan got the golden inner armor, he ran wildly all the way.

Finally, he came to a huge grotto.

Countless gusts of wind formed a gang qi and blew out of the grotto, and the breath was like a sharp sword light blowing on a person.

Ordinary Spirit Melting Realm martial artists simply couldn't withstand this wind.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan comprehended the artistic conception of the wind, and this wind had no effect on him.

His body was erratic, like catkins in the wind, fluttering with the wind.

If you look closely, you will find that Lin Xuan's every step is very subtle, as if blending into the wind.

"With such a terrifying wind power, could it be that this grotto has something to do with the Wind Shadow Sword?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly.

He came to the Evil King's Tomb this time to look for the Wind Shadow Sword to increase his strength, and now this grotto is very suspicious, and he will not miss it.

"Boy, let's go, there is a Spirit Realm martial artist here!" the wine master suddenly reminded.

Lin Xuan also suddenly sensed that a violent force was rapidly approaching, this force was very powerful, far surpassing the violent tiger, and with his current strength, it was impossible to stop it.

He didn't dare to stay, his body turned into a gust of wind, and he quickly drilled into the grotto.

However, the moment he reached the grotto, the furious aura behind him had already reached the entrance of the cave.

"Leave it for me!" a cold voice sounded.

Immediately after, Lin Xuan felt the aura around him condense rapidly, like two mountains pressing towards him.

"What a terrifying use of aura!" Lin Xuan was shocked in his heart.

He exerted the artistic conception of the wind with all his might, and let his body cooperate with the action of Gangfeng.

In addition to cultivating to be powerful, the Soul Realm Martial Artist is also more powerful in the use and understanding of spiritual energy.

A Soul Fusion Realm martial artist can simply mobilize spiritual energy, while a Spirit Transformation Realm martial artist can turn the surrounding spiritual power into a part of his body, which is even more powerful.

Lin Xuan relied on the artistic conception of the wind to escape dangerously.

He turned into a flash of sword light and quickly burrowed into the grotto.

"Hmph, I actually dodged it!" Jade-faced Langjun was surprised, her move was difficult to dodge even for a peak martial artist in the Spirit Fusion Realm.

Lin Xuan, an early stage martial artist in the Spirit Fusion Realm, entered unharmed.

"There are some methods that are worthy of being swordsmen who can kill violent tigers. Jade-faced Langjun sneered, but I still can't see enough.

"Senior brother, is this grotto the place where the Wind Shadow Sword is stored?" the woman in green asked.

"It's indeed the place where the Wind Shadow Sword was sealed, but it's unknown how this kid knows. ”

"Let's hurry in, the province is preempted by that kid. ”

"The Wind Shadow Sword is not so easy to obtain, even if he is allowed to enter a hundred years in advance, it is impossible to get it. "Jade-faced Langjun is very confident.

However, he didn't want to waste time, and with a wave of his palm, the violent wind tore apart, and a vacuum appeared in the middle.

The two walked quickly into the cave.

......

After Lin Xuan entered the cave, he ran wildly, the reason why he was able to find this grotto was entirely because of the snow-white little monkey.

There was no cave in the grotto, but Lin Xuan was not in the mood to watch it, let alone stay.

After all, there was a strong person in the Spirit Transformation Realm behind him, and he could take his life at any time.

Hmm

The snow-white little monkey made a hexagram, and then pointed in one direction and shouted.

Lin learned to be willing, so he wanted to go.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying aura fluctuation behind him.

"Boy, leave it for me!" a large, glass-colored hand grabbed at him.

There were strange lines on the palm of the hand, which made the surrounding aura tremble.

"Not good!"

Lin Xuan was shocked, he didn't expect the person behind him to catch up like this.

With all his might, Lin Xuan increased his speed to the extreme.

At the same time, he even urged the black cloak to increase his speed again.

In the moment of crisis, he finally rubbed his jade hand.

The terrifying aura fluctuated, making him keep retreating.

"Wind Emperor's sword!"

Lin Xuan swung his long sword, splitting the spiritual pressure that was rushing towards him.

At the same time, the silent sword light surged towards the jade-faced Langjun in the rear.

"Carving insect skills!" the jade-faced Langjun sneered, and the folding fan in his hand gently fanned towards his side.