"Seniors, misunderstandings, all misunderstandings, even if we borrow a few guts, how dare the juniors offend Huwei?"

"Yes, seniors, please be merciful to your subordinates, no matter what you ask, the juniors will definitely agree. When Su Ru saw that his senior brother was kneeling down, where did he dare to be tough, he also had a servile expression.

"Hmph!" Lin Xuan was slightly surprised when he saw this, although the immortal road is difficult, in addition to strength, if you want to turn danger into a disaster, you also need a slippery psychology that can bend and stretch.

But the other party's cultivation is not low, and he can actually bend his knees without hesitation when he sees something wrong, and this cheekiness is also admirable.

However, this set will not work in front of oneself.

The more this kind of enemy who can endure humiliation and burden, the more terrifying it is, with Lin Xuan's character, how can he leave trouble for himself?

A hint of ridicule appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Lin Xuan raised his hand to make a move.

From inside his sleeve, a large piece of light flew out, dripping and turning, the wind and clouds thundered, and dozens of green sword lights evolved.

The sound of breaking the sky was connected in a line, and it was endless, and the momentum was extremely loud.

The faces of the two Confucian immortal cultivators changed wildly, this majesty, this momentum, they couldn't even raise the slightest idea of resistance.

"Let's go!"

The young man raised his son and screamed like a wolf howling, turning into a white light that shot in the direction of the sky.

Su Ru's expression was also difficult to see, but his reaction was a little slower, and he wanted to escape, but the sword light was already in front of him.

Fear hit like a tide, and in the face of the old monster in the infancy, he knew that he would not be spared, but how could he sit still and wait for death.

Stretched out his hand and slapped the back of his head fiercely, and a dazzling red light flew out of his mouth.

Connected with the red light in front of him, it was two flying swords of different lengths.

"Hurry!"

Su Ru pointed at the magic weapon, and at the same time spurted out a mouthful of essence blood from his mouth, under the urging of his secret method, the two flying swords merged into one, turning into a monster with a snake body and a tiger's head, with red blood mist spraying from his mouth, and rushed towards Lin Xuan.

"Senior brother, go away and avenge me in the future!"

This man was also brave, and seeing that he could no longer walk, he wanted to buy time for his companions.

It's a pity in vain!

If a few years ago, although he was not Lin Xuan's opponent, he could still resist one or two, but now Lin Xuan, the demon baby has become a great achievement, in terms of supernatural powers, it is not inferior to an ordinary old monster in the Yuan Infant Stage, how can he be a small Ning Dan Stage monk who can resist it?

The mantis arm is the best way to describe it, and the cyan sword light collided with the monster with the head of the tiger and the snake...... The spirit was released, and the explosion sound was like thunder, and the monster with the head of the tiger and the snake body was not trivial, but in front of this sword light, it was like paper paste, and it was almost beaten back to its original form in an instant.

Su Ru was shocked, and hurriedly reached into his arms, wanting to take out other treasures, but the sword light had already reached his body, and the shield was easily torn.

"No ......"

Mixed with his exclamation, he was twisted into a blood mist by the sword light, Lin Xuan raised his hand and released a fireball, this master of the Haoran Sect never dreamed that his fate would be the same as Ma Tianming, who had just been killed.

The cycle of heavenly reason, retribution is unpleasant.

And in this moment's effort, the young man's lifting has actually shot miles away.

With his divine sense, he naturally knew what was going on behind the Dao, and his heart was filled with horror and anger, but more fear.

How so?

Could it be that the abnormality I saw just now was not the other party's cultivation of strange magic skills, but the condensation of the celestial phenomena of the primordial infant?

No, it's completely different from what is described in the book, what went wrong?

This person is an immortal cultivator at the peak of the Ning Dan Period, and he is quite scheming, and he always feels that this matter has another secret.

He is also delicate, even in this period of crisis, he quickly discovered the suspicion, the enemy is indeed extremely powerful, but it is slightly different from the old monster of the infant stage that he has seen before, but where the difference is, he can't tell, the way is not clear......

My heart was full of doubts and fears, no matter what, the other party was definitely not something I could match.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of essence.

That essence is not a gathering of spiritual power, but a unique aura of Confucian immortal cultivators.

With a little less, this thing is self-evidently important to them.

Then he pinched the trick again, and his whole body was dazzling, mixed with Haoran's qi, and he quickly flipped over.

In the distance, Lin Xuan squinted, he didn't set out to chase, but no matter how fast the other party ran, how could he escape the sensing range of his divine sense.

"It's not bad, just give it a try to my newly cultivated Blue Illusion Flame. ”

Lin Xuan smiled coldly, raised his hand, and with a light flip, a turquoise flame the size of an egg appeared in his palm.

The color was extremely quiet, and since refining the fire charm, Lin Xuan hadn't had time to test its power.

"Go!"

With a flick of his wrist, the flame suddenly crossed a graceful arc, like a long whale taking water, chasing after the young man.

It's fast, and words can't describe it.

The young man's face was extremely ugly, and a trace of despair flashed in his heart, originally he was full of confidence in his speed, but the speed of the opponent's demon fire was even more strange and unpredictable...... Is it really a catastrophe today?

Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his finger a little higher, and the scroll hovering above his head suddenly grew larger and blocked behind him.

This person is also resolute, knowing that doing this is tantamount to drinking water to quench his thirst, but he actually gave up his natal magic weapon.

A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and he didn't know whether Lu Dao was appreciative or mocking, through the control of his divine thoughts, the blue illusion fire flashed and turned into a feather arrow that was a foot long.

"Poof!"

The scroll flashed red, and the sound of shattering came, and on it, there was a small hole the size of a finger, and after the feather arrow passed through the defense, it re-restored the demon flame with a breath, and at this time he was not far from the target.

The young man's face turned pale, although this scroll cannot be said to be a top-notch magic weapon, but in his own body, it has been cultivated for hundreds of years, and his supernatural powers are also extraordinary, and his defensive power is enough to make ordinary monks staggered, and it was destroyed so easily.

What is especially terrifying is that the other party has not come out with a magic weapon, just the sword light and magic fire condensed with mana casually, and he has forced himself to a dead end, and this magic power may not be available even if it is the Supreme Elder in the door.

The horror in my heart is indescribable, current affairs are stronger than people, and it seems that it is an extravagant hope to escape.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a trace of determination flashed on his face, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a faint madness.

Boom, he chose to self-detonate.

The blood rained all over the sky, but in the endless red, there was a trace of yellow.

Very faint, if it weren't for Lin Xuan's divine sense at this moment, which had surpassed that of the early Yuan Infant monk, I am afraid that he would not have noticed it, he raised his eyebrows, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he did not hesitate to urge his divine thoughts. (To be continued...... ）