After Na Luo Biao sacrificed the Zimu Sword, a trace of gloom flashed on his face, his hands flew up and down like butterflies wearing flowers, colorful lights flickered, and several magic tricks were submerged into the surrounding Zijian.

A cold spiritual power swept through the space, and the speed of the six sub-swords suddenly accelerated, and a blue mist radiated from the sword body.

With a bang, the water splashed and turned into a tornado hurricane several feet thick and swirling, and the water splashed inside, and it looked even more terrifying.

The haze between Lin Xuan's eyebrows became thicker and thicker, he didn't expect that this sword also had a water attribute attack, at that moment he no longer hesitated, stretched out his index thumb and two fingers, and nodded twice at Wu Hook hovering overhead.

With the sound of a dragon's roar, the Wu hook writhed in the air a few times, and its size soared, and almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into a burning dragon.

Transfiguration?

A trace of horror flashed on Luo Biao's face, and then he shook his head, no, that is a magical power that only masters of the Ning Dan Stage have.

Of course, Lin Xuan didn't have to make this action, his other hand slapped on the storage bag, the golden light was shining, and a brick-shaped spirit weapon was taken out by him.

Then Lin Xuan injected spiritual power without hesitation, and the bricks became even bigger and longer rapidly, with amazing power, rising to the sky, and it had great power at a glance.

As soon as the two spiritual weapons were activated, there was a whining sound in his ears, Lin Xuan was taken aback, raised his head, and saw that the tornado hurricane had already roared as if it had killed itself.

Although the momentum of this move was amazing, Lin Xuan's face did not show the slightest fear, and he calmly pointed at the giant dragon hovering overhead. A soft voice came out of his mouth: "Go!"

Suddenly, the fire dragon roared like a tornado hurricane.

As soon as Pu touched, the water and fire were fierce, and countless steam came out of the sky, white and cloudy, and the figures of the three of them became blurred, of course, this is nothing to a cultivator, and the spiritual eye technique can easily penetrate this little obstacle!

The fire dragon conjured up by Wu Hook plunged headlong into the tornado hurricane. In addition to the confrontation between fire and water, there was also a faint sound of gold and iron resonating inside.

The aura fluctuations around him also became extremely violent.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Xuan's expression was indifferent, but he sighed in his heart, Wu Gou was indeed not a level compared to the other party's Earth Mother Sword.

Although they are both top-grade spiritual weapons, they are indeed more powerful in a complete set.

Evenly matched on the surface. But Wu Hook is just struggling to support.

But Lin Xuan didn't have any intention of panicking, this was just one of the treasures in his storage bag.

At the place where the divine thought moved, the surface of the golden giant brick radiated strange arcs of electricity, roaring and wanting to kill the other party.

However, Na Luo Biao turned a blind eye and did not do anything.

Lin Xuan was startled at first, and then a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. He turned his head and glanced at the stocky monk next to him.

As expected, Naluo slapped the bucket on the storage bag with a grin, and a silver glittering arm was sacrificed by him.

The appearance of this spiritual artifact is very strange, but it is extremely effective, and it can easily hold the gold brick.

One-handed support!

It is also a relatively well-known spiritual weapon.

This thing can almost easily take the gold brick and turn the sky upside down. The attack of almost all heavy spiritual weapons such as the iron tower, but other than that, there are no other magical powers, so it can be said to be both useful and rubbish.

At this time, Luo Biao's hand reached for the storage bag again and took out a dart.

Lin Xuan's eyes had a hint of brilliance, and as expected, the two brothers were the main attackers. One person is the main defense, the division of labor is clear, and the power is extraordinary.

What is especially difficult is that the two of them are delicate and have a lot of experience in fighting with others, and such opponents will hardly leave any gaps.

Moreover, the two of them not only have a lot of treasures, but each of them is also extraordinarily powerful, and they do not have the poverty of ordinary casual cultivation at all.

It doesn't seem to be true. It's hard to kill two people.

Lin Xuan was silent for a moment. Suddenly, the black light flashed all over his body, and the whole person became eerie. At the same time, with a flip of his palm, he took out the Hundred Soul Flag.

And at this time, there was a wailing sound in front of him, the fire dragon had been beaten back to the prototype, and the two Wu hooks flew back to Lin Xuan's body, which was scarred, scarred, and the aura was greatly reduced, and it looked like it had been severely damaged.

Originally, Luo Biao wanted to kill the kid in front of him in one go, but he didn't know what Lu Dao was doing, Lin Xuan always gave him a very dangerous feeling.

It stands to reason that it is impossible, although this kid's cultivation is not weak, and he has also reached the late stage of foundation building, but after all, there is only one person, and the milk smell has not dried up, no matter from which point of view, it is impossible to pose a threat to his brother.

However, Luo Biao believed in his intuition, he and his brother were only born in casual cultivation, and later by chance, they got a top-level exercise, and after the two brothers became artistic, they joined hands to break through the world, and after dozens of battles, they had today's fame, and in the bloody rain, the intuition he exercised was very useful.

Originally, he was about to urge the Zimu Sword, but when he saw Lin Xuan at this time, his pupils contracted slightly, and the expression on his face was very strange, with fear, confusion, and horror......

But at most it's still unbelievable.

Different from the scene when he first saw Lin Xuan, the young man at this time was full of ghostly energy, if he changed to a cultivator, maybe he was just surprised, after all, the number of ghost cultivators was scarce, and the people he had seen were only a few, but it was no coincidence or not, Luo's double evil footprints were all over the world, but he belonged to the kind of well-informed......

The two brothers rubbed their eyes, almost thinking that they were mistaken, just now, Lin Xuan was obviously using the authentic Xuanmen Dao method, but now, he was full of Yin spiritual power.

Make no mistake!

To know the Dao, if a person wants to obtain great magical powers, he can indeed practice several kinds of exercises at the same time, but there is a premise, the exercises practiced must not conflict with each other, and the two must be well compatible.

But ordinary cultivators, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, what is produced in their bodies are obviously yang spiritual power, while what is operating in the body of ghost cultivators is yin spiritual power.

Although they belong to the same heaven and earth aura, the two are as powerful as fire and water, and they are incompatible.

I have never heard that a cultivator can also practice ghost and supernatural powers.

Is it a trick?

Thinking of this, Luo Biao no longer hesitated, no matter what, he had to test it, only to know the bottom of the other party, he stretched out his hands like withered claws, waved in the sky, and said something in his mouth.

With a "poof", the tornado hurricane disappeared, and the Shui Yun Zimu Sword reappeared in its original form, and then he screamed in his mouth, and the six sub-swords were connected together, like Lin Xuan flying over.

On the surface, he didn't use other earth supernatural powers, but don't underestimate it because of this, this blow is already equivalent to the power of six top-grade spiritual weapons, if it is an ordinary cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, he is definitely invincible, but Lin Xuan doesn't take it seriously.

Although Wu Hook and the Golden Brick just now failed to make a contribution, it was just a test of the other party, the Nine Heavens Xuangong is a deep foundation, a solid foundation, before the Jindan Dacheng, he could not see its amazing power, but now the Xuan Demon True Scripture he uses is different.

This is the ultimate demon venerable's housekeeping skills, although he is in a different realm from him, but the ghost path is supernatural, and the emphasis is on quick success, even in the later stage of foundation building, he can also use several powerful secret methods.

Seeing the six flying swords slashing at him, Lin Xuan sneered, poured the spiritual power of his body into the magic flag, and shook it gently.

Suddenly, the yin wind was miserable, accompanied by a terrible strange scream, and a large area of ghost mist surged out of it.

Lin Xuan's other free hand slashed a few times in the void, and then a magic trick was pointed out.

After absorbing the spiritual power, the ghost mist became even more pitch-black as ink, spinning, and disintegrating into ribbons that were a few feet wide and several zhang long.

"Hurry!"

With Lin Xuan's order, the ribbons formed by those ghost mist greeted the flying sword.

This thing does not shake the opponent head-on, but overcomes rigidity with softness, trying to wrap the flying sword.

As soon as the flying sword came into contact with this object, its speed immediately decreased greatly, and it became a little disobedient.

Seeing this, a trace of resentment flashed in Luo Biao's eyes, but fortunately, the main spiritual weapon was still in his hand, and he immediately held the three-foot Qingfeng with both hands, and the spiritual power rushed in.

The mother sword made a clear sound, and several sub-swords immediately responded, and in the resonance sound, the light was sheng, and the black ribbon wrapped around it was cut off, and it continued to fly over like Lin Xuan.

However, the good times did not last long, and from the Hundred Soul Flags, a steady stream of ghost fog poured out, and those ghost fogs kept generating new ribbons......

The flying sword cut off one, and two more came up to meet it, cut two of them, and the new four will be entangled, and just like that, in a moment, the six flying swords were completely wrapped in ribbons transformed by the ghost mist, and they struggled to turn into six big black cocoons.

"How can this be?" The two brothers glanced at each other, their faces full of horror, especially Luo Biao, who even cut off the connection between the main spirit weapon and Zijian.

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and took back the six big silkworm cocoons, and said with an indifferent smile: "This sword is good, I want it, how about handing over the lives of the two Dao friends to you?"