"What?"

Nie Hao couldn't believe his ears, looked at Lin Xuanji's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead person, and asked word by word: "I just provoked you, what do you want?"

"Mess with me, I'll beat you!"

Lin Xuanji jumped up and rushed directly towards Nie Hao.

"Look for death!"

Nie Hao was furious, and the dust in his hand burst out with a dazzling brilliance.

Six Spirit Patterns, Innate Spirit Weapons!

Even under the suppression of Emperor Yin's aura, Nie Hao's hands still have innate spirit weapons.

It can be seen that Nie Hao's status among the Jindan Zhenren of the Mixed Yuan Sect is indeed not low, second only to Emperor Yin!

Swish!

Nie Hao waved the dust whisk in his hand, and the three thousand silver-white dust threads turned into a blazing white light, as if they were bundled into a silver-white long sword, and slashed at Lin Xuanji!

The light is dazzling, and the speed is extremely fast, almost instantaneous!

Lin Xuanji's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected it, like an unpredictable prophet, the whole body was short, and he narrowly avoided Nie Hao's killing move!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lin Xuanji flicked his backhand, and the three top-grade flying swords broke through the air.

These three flying swords, divided into three different directions, were extremely agile, and stabbed down on the vital points on Nie Hao's body.

This kind of sword art is already quite clever.

At the same time, Lin Xuanji played one spiritual trick after another in his hands, which was chaotic and complicated, and unpredictable.

Tyrant!

Away from hate!

Frost Palm!

Hands of the clouds!

Empty Cicada Air Blast!

Three green ghost knives!

Ice Cream!

......

After a dazzling set of spiritual tricks changed, Lin Xuanji unleashed eighteen spiritual techniques in one go, as if condensed into a shocking tsunami, and swarmed towards Nie Hao!

Amazing!

Seeing this scene, there were only these two words in everyone's minds.

"This ......"

"That's amazing!"

"What's the origin of this man?"

"Among these eighteen spiritual techniques, there are spiritual techniques of any sect, and I can't recognize his origin at all!"

There was a wave of noise in the crowd.

In order to conceal his identity, Lin Xuanji naturally would not release the secret art of the Xuanji Palace, but what he learned was mixed, he knew almost everything, and it was a suffocating offensive to shoot casually!

Not to mention Nie Hao, even Su Zimo couldn't figure out Lin Xuanji's strength.

"I ......"

Nie Hao was startled, and scolded secretly in his heart: "This kid is clumsy!"

Where is this small role?

Nie Hao waved the dust whisk in his hand, and the three thousand dust threads were divided into three strands, respectively facing the stabbing flying sword.

The next moment, Nie Hao frantically operated the golden pill and burst out of the sect's secret technique-Mixed Yuan Palm!

Whew!

Nie Hao was in a hurry, constantly releasing the mixed yuan palm.

In the void, a series of condensed palm prints appeared, colliding with the oncoming eighteen spiritual arts!

Boom! Boom!

A series of violent collisions, deafening, and the waves of air rolled.

Nie Hao stood in the air, his whole person was almost lifted away, and his face was pale.

Fang had just exploded the secret technique like this, almost exhausting half of the spiritual power in his dantian!

"What a madman!"

Nie Hao scolded, slapped his palm on the storage bag, and took out a few pills, which he was about to swallow to replenish his spiritual power.

"Let me go!"

Suddenly!

A voice sounded in Nie Hao's ears, almost frightening him.

I don't know when, Lin Xuanji actually came to his side, stretched out the iron ruler in his hand, and lightly touched his wrist holding the pill!

"Ahh

Nie Hao screamed, his wrist instantly became red and swollen, his palm trembled, and the pill in his palm fell.

"You dare to hit me?"

Nie Hao's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, and he couldn't wait to tear Lin Xuanji apart!

In fact, Lin Xuanji has already left his hand this time.

If you really use all your strength, Nie Hao's hand will be useless!

In other words, the iron ruler was not on Nie Hao's wrist this time, but smashed on his skull......

This matter, as long as he calms down and thinks about it a little, he can understand it, but Nie Hao can't care about it so much, in his mind, he only thinks about killing Lin Xuanji and regaining face.

"I said, don't mess with me, you don't listen. ”

Lin Xuanji pursed his lips and muttered, "Are you a tendon? I said that I was a small character, so you took it seriously? What an idiot! I was beaten stupid by Emperor Yin on weekdays, right?"

"Kill!"

Nie Hao was so angry that he was smoking, and his whole body trembled.

The dust in his hand trembled, and three thousand dust threads broke through the air, and suddenly scattered in mid-air, falling like a waterfall, as if condensed into a prison, shrouding Lin Xuanji.

"Huh. ”

Lin Xuanji's eyes flashed with mockery, his figure flickered, and he had already flashed into the distance first.

Lin Xuanji raised his voice and said: "Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you, if you provoke me, I will beat you!"

"Hahahaha!"

In the distance, there was a burst of laughter.

Nie Hao's face was blue for a while, white for a while, his lungs were almost angry, he couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "I'll beat your mother!"

While speaking, Nie Hao rushed forward again.

The other side.

Leng Ming and Little Fat Man, the true disciples of the Tomb Sect, have finally come together!

This is an inevitable battle between the two!

The winner is the true heir of the tomb sect in this life!

"Senior brother, admit defeat. ”

Leng Ming shook his head and said, "You have been in the sect for twenty years, and you and I have fought twenty times, when will you defeat me?"

"I'll beat you this time, it's enough!" the little fat man said in a deep voice.

Leng Ming's eyes grew cold, and he said in a cold voice: "Senior brother, if you hand over the Huangquan Diagram now, I may be able to spare your life." If you're obsessed, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"It's you, not me, who are obsessed. ”

The little fat man took out the flying sword from the storage bag and said, "Don't say more, let's fight!"

"Good!"

Leng Ming shouted, and also sacrificed the flying sword, and fought with the little fat man in one place.

Before the remaining thousands of monks could make a move, the monkeys, spirit tigers, golden lions, and Qingqing had already entered the crowd, setting off a bloody storm!

The opponent has a large number of people, if they wait for them to strike first, one of them sacrifices a flying sword and stabs it without a brain, and the monkey and the others will be injured.

Now, they are divided into four ways and fight into the crowd, scattering the crowd and causing chaos.

These monks had to fight on their own.

The little fox stood motionless in place, casting the charm of the fox clan, opening his mouth lightly, spitting out a faint incense, and soon dozens of monks lost their minds and fought with their fellow disciples.

While!

A piercing sound of Jin Ge colliding sounded, piercing the golden cracked stone, and the nearby monks all felt the stinging pain in their ears, and their faces showed pain.

But it was Su Zimo and Xu Cheng who shook it.

The Blood Quenching Knife and the Green Thunder Knife collided and struck.

Zizizizi!

Blood and thunder, two completely different powers, are constantly intertwined in mid-air, devouring each other!

The stalemate is only a breath.

Xu Cheng was shocked, his expression changed drastically, and his body fell out.

The Wind Thunder Hall is known for its thunder techniques and thunder methods, and there are also many body refining methods in the inherited "Taixu Thunder Jue".

Although it is not as good as the top body refining sects such as the Liuli Palace and the Overlord Palace, its melee combat power should not be underestimated.

It's just that Xu Cheng didn't expect that he couldn't even bear Su Zimo's knife!

Even if Su Zimo didn't use all his strength, Xu Chengdu couldn't stop it!

The power of thunder and lightning attached to the Qinglei Knife poured into Su Zimo's body, like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing a single ripple.

But the power of the blood veins in the blood quenching knife poured into Xu Cheng's body, but it instantly made his qi and blood chaotic, and he almost reversed his heart veins and exploded to death!

(End of chapter)