"If you want to kill me, it's up to you?"

Lin Daoxun sneered, opened his hand, and countless yin qi gathered, enveloping the entire jungle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info These soldiers, no less than 4,000 of them, died silently under the yin qi.

Even because he died of yin qi, he would turn into a zombie after death. But that doesn't matter about Lin Daoxun, it should be something that the Emperor of Yunjian Kingdom is worried about - it may also be the next emperor.

Through the yin qi, Lin Daoxun found the monster who had escaped in the chaos before, and the thin old man who was sitting cross-legged beside the monster.

Yin Qi covered the body, Lin Daoxun came to the monster's side in the blink of an eye.

The monster didn't move, but it was the stall owner, so frightened that he almost fell. He slapped his ear, and out of it flew a gray figure and burrowed into the monster's body. The monster immediately moved. The stall owner, on the other hand, fell to the ground softly.

The monster didn't dare to fight Lin Daoxun, picked up the stall owner's body, and was about to flee with a step.

Lin Daoxun's mind moved, and the yin qi merged into a cage, trapping the monster in it.

The monster frantically attacked the cage, but the cage was not damaged at all. Seeing that the attack was fruitless, the monster lay on the ground in despair.

Lin Daoxun came to the cage and asked, "What kind of monster are you?"

The monster remained motionless, and a gray little man suddenly flew out of his chest and into the stall owner's ear. The stall owner opened his eyes and said, "He's not a monster, it's an ironclad demon I refined." ”

Ironclad?

Lin Daoxun raised his right hand high, and a large amount of yin qi gathered on his right hand, dyeing it a pure black color. The cage turned into a chain, completely holding the stall owner's body in place.

"You... What are you going to do?"

Lin Daoxun ignored him and just put his right hand on his face. Yin Qi emitted into a thread and penetrated through his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Soon, Lin Daoxun let go of his hand. The yin qi gathered into a blade and wiped the stall owner's neck.

The spell just now is a magical power to search for memories. Through this spell, Lin Daoxun saw the memories of this person's life. He is not a fortune teller, but an offering to the royal family of the Cloud Sword Kingdom.

The emperor wanted to kill himself, and ordered this man, together with 4,000 soldiers, to besiege him. And this person has a thaumaturgy, that is, the magic that controls the iron armor demon.

The so-called thaumaturgy is the magic used by mortals that can make their strength comparable to that of immortals. However, this spell can only increase strength, not increase lifespan, or even reduce lifespan.

The thaumaturgy practiced by this person is to find a strong life, peel off the fur alive, and then use its blood to paint on the fur, and the drawn creature can be controlled. This creature has the strength in front of it, and if it finds a new life later, it can stack the strength of the two. As for the control spell, it is another part, called control magic, which is the method of condensing the soul into a small person and drilling into the body of a monster to control it.

Because the spell is too vicious and harms the heavens and peace, the life span of those who practice this spell is halved. Before, this person pretended to be a fortune teller stall owner, but he took a fancy to his spending money, and wanted to cheat a little money, buy some tonics, and increase his lifespan.

Lin Daoxun was not interested in the first half of this spell, but in the second half, the method of condensing the soul was very interesting.

The night was getting darker, and in the palace of the Cloud Sword Kingdom, the emperor slept very sweetly. After tonight, the thorn in the eye that had been left for a few days was about to be removed, and his heart was extremely happy, so he slept very well.

As a country supported by Cloud Sword Mountain, the worship of the royal family is naturally not a few Qi cultivation disciples like the Great Wind Country, but three or four foundation building monks. Coupled with the offerings recruited by the royal family itself, there are enough seven or eight fighters in the foundation building period.

But no one noticed that a large stream of yin qi was coming towards the palace.

Although Yin Qi is special, it is also a kind of Heaven and Earth Aura, but it is just an ordinary Heaven and Earth Aura. The foundation building monks did not cultivate their spiritual sense, so they naturally couldn't feel the arrival of the yin qi, but they felt that the spiritual energy nearby was a little stronger, and it was a little cold, but they didn't care.

Yin qi permeated the entire palace, and on a certain bed, it turned into a blade and cut off the life of the person on the bed. After that, it gradually dispersed.

The next day, the news of the emperor's death spread throughout the court and the public. The ministers, the royal family, and the princes all began to rush for the throne, and no one had time to deal with the swordsman who was in the ring.

Because the courtiers blocked the news, and the time was still short, there was no news among the people at all. Their biggest fun at the moment is to run to the ring every day and wait for someone to come up to the stage and beat that guy.

But today, something is different.

The man in the ring came very early, standing on the stage with a black sword in his hand and a pen in the other.

When the people under the ring were almost here, Lin Daoxun said: "Today is my last day in this Cloud Sword Country, and within today, if someone can defeat me with swordsmanship, I will naturally leave." And if there is no one who can defeat me with swordsmanship, I will change the 'Eighteen Kingdoms' on my banner to 'Nineteen Kingdoms', and then go to the next country to set up the ring!"

"What! He's leaving! No, I haven't defeated him yet!"

"Alas, there is no one in our country who can defeat him, so it's better to go..."

"Oops, if he puts up a banner of 'Sweeping Nineteen Nations' in the next country, will our country still have a reputation?!"

After Lin Daoxun's words were finished, the ring immediately exploded. The masses had their own opinions and discussions.

Lin Daoxun in the ring ignored it, put the pen aside, and waited silently with the lore sword.

Until late in the evening, no one came to the stage. On the contrary, there are more and more audiences in the audience, and the shops on both sides of the street are also crowded with audiences.

"The time has come, no one has come up to challenge, I'm leaving!"

Lin Daoxun shouted, picked up the pen, jumped on the banner with light skills, and waved his hand to eliminate the word 'eight'. When you pick up the pen, you have to write a 'nine' character.

At this moment, a loud shout was heard in the distance.

"Wait! I'm going on stage!"

Everyone raised their eyes to look, but saw a young man in black, stepping into the air in the sunset.

"Hey, it's just a little baby..."Someone started to mock, but only halfway through it, he stopped talking.

What do you say?

It turned out that at this half-time sentence, the young man had already come to the ring. I saw that the man was sword-eyed and starry-eyed, heroic, and dressed in a black robe. The robe is embroidered with white clouds, and among the clouds, there are faint long sword lines.

This is an immortal! The immortal of Yunjian Mountain!

The crowd was boiling when it was neutral, and the guy who was taunting just now was long gone.

As night approaches, the audience consciously raises torches, and the surrounding shops are also filled with lanterns, reflecting the entire street as if it were daytime.

Lin Daoxun looked at the young monk of Cloud Sword Mountain in front of him and said, "You are an immortal of Cloud Sword Mountain, my strength is not as good as you, but in this ring, it is only compared to swordsmanship, and any magic spell cannot be used." Even the internal qi and true qi are not used, only compared to swordsmanship. ”

"Okay, it's just a swordsmanship!"

The young man was extremely confident, and Yun Jian Mountain was somewhat similar to Iron King City in recruiting disciples. Disciples with good qualifications for cultivating immortals in Iron King City want it, and those with good qualifications for cultivating immortals are also required.

And Yunjian Mountain, if you have good qualifications, you need good swordsmanship qualifications.

This young man, named Miao Shi, is an extremely talented person in Yunjian Mountain. He has good cultivation qualifications, even better swordsmanship qualifications, and is now twenty-six years old, but his cultivation is high, his body is aging slowly, and he looks like a teenager.

Tsukiji Sixfold!

At this age, this cultivation, in the Iron King City, that is Fu Zhulin and Zhuo Shengjin-like figures.

But compared to cultivation, his swordsmanship is more proud of himself. And now, he is going to use his swordsmanship to defeat this arrogant guy in front of him!