"It's rare to have all the people today, so let's solve it together!"

These people retreated uniformly, and Zhong Shenxiu was promoted to the eleventh position in the inner door.

seems to be kind, but in fact it is malicious like a tide, shrouding Zhong Shenxiu's body like an iron curtain.

This feeling of treating him as a chess piece and kneading him wantonly made Zhong Shenxiu feel angry in his heart.

After saying that, Zhong Shenxiu didn't talk nonsense, turned around and raised his eyes to look at the merit monument.

"Lin Qingxuan, the tenth in the inner gate, coincidentally, happened to be here today!"

The corners of Zhong Shenxiu's mouth were slightly upturned, with a hint of mockery.

The cold murderous aura condensed into a stream and bombarded Lin Qingxuan, who had just spoken.

Hearing Lin Qingxuan speak just now, Zhong Shenxiu felt that he was yin and yang, with a bit of sarcasm.

In Zhong Shenxiu's heart, he has long been unpleasant.

The newspaper of the present world is coming quickly!

I didn't expect this guy to be ranked tenth, and Zhong Shenxiu should have this evil breath!

"Senior Brother Zhong, you should know how to advance and retreat, don't be ignorant!"

Lin Qingxuan is a young man with a sharp face and no anger between his eyebrows.

Purple robe and golden crown, majestic.

Just caught off guard, he was hit by Zhong Shenxiu's murderous aura and snorted.

Xuan even became furious, and his tone was grim as he squeezed a sentence out of his teeth.

Zhong Shenxiu turned around after hearing this, and the cold light in his eyes shone.

The fair-skinned, slender five fingers swept over the identity token on his waist.

A spiritual light sandwiched between the palms and fingers, and with a snap of his fingers, he shot at Lin Qingxuan.

On the swarthy merit monument, Zhong Shenxiu's golden name suddenly lit up, and his blood was red.

Turning into a blood sword, he slashed towards Lin Qingxuan's name on the high list.

"What, Senior Brother Lin is also going to fight me to the death?"

Zhong Shenxiu seemed to be smiling, and a cold murderous aura suddenly swept over the audience.

The field was suddenly like a cold wind, and the air was so cold that the hawthorn was about to fall.

The cultivation is slightly lower, and it feels as if you are naked...... The body walks in the ice and snow, and the whole body is cold!

............

"Shaft, look for death!"

His brother Lin Qingxuan is the first disciple of the inner gate.

The Lishui Palace under his command is a powerful sword sect, and no one can shake it for decades.

Lin Qingxuan himself is also ranked tenth in the inner gate, and his strength is strong.

Since Lin Qingxuan's retreat, Lin Qingxuan's acting brother has been in charge of the Lishui Palace.

is even more majestic and pampered, and no one has ever dared to provoke him so blatantly.

Originally, he looked down on Zhong Shenxiu in every way, thinking that he was just a yellow-mouthed child who didn't know the height of the sky.

It's just that today's strategy was set by his brother Lin Qingxuan himself.

He was powerless to refute it, so he could only reluctantly carry it out.

Who would have thought that Zhong Shenxiu would be so ignorant of good and bad, and he had to make inches.

Instead of appreciating it, he challenged himself without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

In a fit of rage, Lin Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pushed, and the identity token shot out.

"Boom!"

On the merit monument, the names of Lin Qingxuan and Zhong Shenxiu suddenly turned blood-red.

Lin Qingxuan, who was full of murderous intent, didn't talk nonsense, and as soon as the sword trick was introduced, the purple and faint long sword fell into his palm.

True Qi swelled up, his eyes suddenly became empty and empty, without a trace of human emotion, and the thin thunder light flickered on the surface of his body.

The long sword swung down, and a purple thunderbolt suddenly slashed down from the clouds.

As soon as he made a move, it was the killer move in the "Nine Heavens Sword Technique" that Lin Qingxuan relied on to become famous: the Purple Night Thunder Sword!

The purple thunder that fell from the clouds carried the aura of destruction.

Although Zhong Shenxiu tried his best to run the "Son of Heaven Wangqi Technique", he still only had a trace of trajectory.

I didn't even see how Lin Qingxuan drummed up his true qi and triggered the thunder.

Not to mention peeking into the route of his practice and copying his sword momentum.

Caught off guard, Zhong Shenxiu could only give up this idea of extreme pretense.

The stars flashed in his eyes, and with a leap of his body, he turned into a shocking sword rainbow to meet the purple thunder of the Nine Heavens.

Zhong Shenxiu's sword was swung out, and the bright light of the early morning suddenly dimmed.

It was as if all the light was absorbed by this brilliant and peerless sword light.

The style of this sword can be called as follows: the cold light is not as good as the snow, the stars last night and the wind last night.

In the face of Lin Qingxuan's Nine Heavens Purple Thunder, which was full of destructive aura, Zhong Shenxiu did not dare to slack off.

As soon as it was shot, it was the most powerful and swift and powerful Qianyuan hexagram in the "Dazai Qianyuan Sword Technique": Ninety-five.

The stunning sword light of the extreme sublimation was brilliant and peerless, and a magnificent atmosphere carried by Fengtian suddenly came into being.

In less than half a snap of a finger, the brilliant sword light collided with the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder full of destructive aura.

The moment the two sides came into contact, the stunning sword light turned out to be impossible.

Turning into a sword wire as thin as a gossamer, it forcibly broke through the mighty Nine Heavens Purple Thunder and divided it in one sword.

Lin Qingxuan, who was smug on his face, suddenly changed his expression.

In that instant, Lin Qingxuan felt that he had hooked up with the void, and a trace of divine consciousness that had attracted divine thunder had been wiped out.

The Nine Heavens Purple Thunder, which had lost the traction of his divine sense, was suddenly like a rootless tree and a sourceless water.

Vanished under Zhong Shenxiu's stunning brilliant sword light.

"Come and don't be rude!"

Encountering an opponent worthy of a battle for the first time, Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt a little excited.

Looking up to the sky, there was a clear roar, people walked with the sword, and the sword moved with the heart.

Without hesitation, he turned into a sword light and shot towards Lin Qingxuan.

"It's good to come!"

Lin Qingxuan shouted loudly, and the purple and faint sword blade in his palm suddenly appeared.

"Nine Thunders, listen to my pardon, Thunder and Fury Prison, give it to me!"

After a few short and hurried proverbs, Lin Qingxuan snorted.

Nine purple thunderbolts emerged out of thin air from the blade line.

Between the lightning flashes, a thunderbolt flickered, and thunder roared.

Kan Kan was in a hurry to envelop Zhong Shenxiu's brilliant sword before it arrived in his body.

"Crackling!"

Countless fragments of lightning instantly hit Zhong Shenxiu's body.

Knocking it out of the state of combining the body and the sword, a tingling sensation spread all over the body.

Patches of fair and delicate skin were suddenly stained black.

"Buzz!"

Zhong Shenxiu understands that the longer the time drags on, the more unfavorable it will be to himself.

Simply ignore the swarming thunder.

Among the hundreds of corpses around him, silver shimmering star patterns appeared.

A silvery-white shroud of light enveloped it.

Flying under his feet, the white jade floor as solid as iron and stone shattered piece by piece.

Fragments scattered like cannonballs, with a terrible whistling sound of breaking through the air.

Zhong Shenxiu is sword in hand, chopping waves and waves, resisting the indiscriminate bombardment of the thunderous and furious prison.

The flying star flashed like a lightning bolt and rushed towards the direction where Lin Qingxuan was in his memory.

"It's my turn!"

In the midst of the angry shouts, Zhong Shenxiu dragged his sword and rushed to within three zhang of Lin Qingxuan.

With a flick of his wrist, the green blade in his palm exploded like a galaxy.

It turned into countless cold sword qi and shrouded towards Lin Qingxuan's vital body.

"How is it possible?"

Seeing Zhong Shenxiu's hard regret, thunder and rage, he was unscathed.

The silver-white starlight shield shimmered but was as solid as a rock.

Lin Qingxuan couldn't help but exclaim, his face was incredible.

However, Lin Qingxuan was the top ten reserve true inheritance of the Kanli Sword Sect after all.

Frightened, but still unhurried, the purple blade swayed.

Thunder and light fell from the sky, forming a dense thunder curtain like rain, firmly protecting one's body and guarding the door.

"Nine Heavens Sword Technique"'s Purple Night Light Prison Cover!