"Bang!"

Yanhuang's big sword slapped heavily on Qiao Peng's black mist spear, and in the face of Tang Lin's violent strength, Qiao Peng only held on for two seconds, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and his spear was also smashed by Tang Lin to recover into a mist.

A successful move, Tang Lin did not show mercy, a whip leg swept Qiao Peng off the stage, Tang Lin was ready to kill, but after fighting with Qiao Peng for a few moves, the murderous spirit in his heart was released for a short time, the reason why he did not kill Qiao Peng, it was because Tang Lin somewhat admired this person, just now that move, Qiao Peng could completely urge Zhenyuan to resist, but he didn't do that, he was injured desperately, and he took it, this point, Tang Lin still admired him very much, which is enough to show that Qiao Peng is a bright and upright man。

"I lost!"

Qiao Peng slowly stood up, hugged his fist at Tang Lin, and after dropping these three words, he turned around and left, even when Qiao Dong came to call him, he didn't have any reaction, just glanced at the other party in disgust, and the person turned into a streamer and disappeared.

Tang Lin and Qiao Peng fought together, the time was very short, the two sides relied on brute force to fight hard, you hit me, I will go back, although the battle scene is not gorgeous, but absolutely violent, these monks watching the audience have a very intuitive understanding of Tang Lin's strength, those monks who plan to come to power, at this time in the face of Tang Lin's strength, some people have already seemed hesitant.

Seeing that no one came to power, Tang Lin set his eyes on Han Lei, the provocation in his eyes was very strong, Tang Lin himself hoped that Han Lei would come to power as soon as possible, he would solve the other party as soon as possible, and then leave Wuji Sect with Shen Qinghan, although he seemed to be a very hard backer at the moment, but he himself understood that no matter how strong the backer was, he could not protect him for a lifetime, if he wanted to get ahead, then he must improve his cultivation as soon as possible, if he was also a cultivator at this time, then he still needed to look at the faces of others? Does he need someone else to back him up?

In the face of Tang Lin's extremely provocative gaze, Han Lei's face was as pale as water, and there was no fluctuation at all, but a distracted sixth-layer monk beside him took the initiative to stand up and fly onto the stage.

"Just a Yuanying sword cultivator, thinking that he killed a few distracted garbage and had no one in his eyes, he dared to rob a woman with our young master, you are not small, I Jia Shao will meet you!"

As soon as the monk came to power, he said a bunch of nonsense, and then he sacrificed a hexagonal Dharma wheel, and as soon as this magic weapon came out, it became a layer of golden mang, covering Tang Lin overwhelmingly.

Tang Lin didn't move under his feet, and with a casual swing of the Yanhuang Greatsword, a horizontal sword shot out, colliding with those golden rays in the blink of an eye.

There was no sound, and there was no true element fluctuation, Tang Lin's sword was like a sharp pair of scissors, shattering the opponent's golden mang, and slashed straight at the hexagonal Falun.

"Boom!"

Jia Shao's Falun was slashed out by Tang Lin's sword, and the golden light dimmed instantly.

Tang Lin was still standing there, but at this time, his eyebrows were tightly locked, because although he had slashed the other party's magic weapon, those crushed golden mangs did not dissipate, but surrounded Tang Lin, Tang Lin could feel that these golden mangs were quite dangerous, if they were close, they would probably be seriously injured if they didn't die.

"Ha Lu Ha Ha, Tang Lin, your attack power is indeed strong, and your cultivation is also very good, with the sword just now, many distracted monks may not be your opponents, but you are very unlucky, you ran into me, my magic weapon is specially designed to deal with sword cultivators like you, these golden mangs that surround you will never dissipate, they will keep attacking you, until your true yuan is exhausted, and your soul is destroyed, enjoy it slowly!"

After Jia Shao finished speaking, the hexagonal Falun reappeared in front of him, and the layers of golden mangs were like ocean waves, pressing towards Tang Lin, and at the same time, those crushed golden mangs shot towards Tang Lin like golden needles.

"If you want to kill the master, you're almost too far away!"

The murderous spirit that had just been released for a short time was re-condensed, and for a while, the killing intent around Tang Lin's body was masterful, and the Yanhuang sword continued to slash out, and the fiery red sword rays surrounded Tang Lin like a shield, and once Jia Shao's golden mangs got close, they would be knocked away by Tang Lin's sword, but these golden mangs that were knocked away quickly rushed back and attacked Tang Lin again.

"Tang Lin, don't struggle, it's useless, even if your defense is not leaky now, but sooner or later the true yuan will be exhausted, and then you will die under my Falun, you just need to shout 'I admit defeat', and I will spare you immediately, after all, your identity is not ordinary, if you really die in my hands, it will be a troublesome matter." ”

Tang Lin is indeed in trouble now, this Jia Shao cultivation in front of him is really ordinary, but his hexagonal magic wheel is quite powerful, as he himself said, this magic weapon is indeed the nemesis of ordinary sword cultivation, sword cultivation attack power is strong, but it also has to be able to attack, this magic weapon binds Tang Lin's hands and feet, forcing him to only defend, but he has no ability to fight back, once he chooses to attack the other party, it will inevitably produce loopholes in his own defense, and then he didn't wait for him to attack the other party, but he hung up first.

"It seems that you should find Duan Long to refine a defensive magic weapon, without a defensive magic weapon, there is still a bit of a loss. ”

In the face of these golden mangs that do not disperse, Tang Lin really has no good way, he can only consume it like this, but Tang Lin can't afford it, Han Lei hasn't played yet, after all, the other party is a distracted ninth-layer monk, and he is also the young master of the Extreme Thunder Sword Sect, who can be called the Sword Sect, I'm afraid it can be regarded as half a sword cultivator, and the attack power is definitely not weak, if Tang Lin consumes too much, I'm afraid it will really be dangerous.

Thinking of this, a faint golden light slowly appeared in Tang Lin's eyes, and the pupil of fate, which had not been used for a long time, was cast, and the target was directly aimed at Jia Shao.

The pupil of fate is an ability to attack the opponent's sea of knowledge, which can make the other party fall into a short-term coma, as Tang Lin's monks continue to improve, the power of the pupil of fate is also increasing, so to speak, if the current Tang Lin is fully exerted, no one will be spared if the monks below the void period will be spared, as long as they are hit by the pupil of fate, it will definitely fall into a coma or chaos, if Tang Lin's spiritual power is strong enough, this pupil of fate can even crush the other party's sea of knowledge, so that the other party will become a waste.

"Ah~"

A miserable scream came out of Jia Shao's mouth, and then Jia Shao hugged his head, scratching like crazy, and kept shouting 'get out of the air, get out of the house'.

Losing Jia Shao's control, the hexagonal Falun also stopped rotating, and those golden mangs also disappeared, a light red sword instantly wiped Jia Shao's neck, a human head was abandoned, bringing up a fluffy blood mist, and Jia Shao's body also fell on the stage at this time.

"As I said, you're too far away. ”

As soon as Jia Shao died, Han Guanglie of the Extreme Thunder Sword Sect stood up with a "pout", but he was indeed very sensible, and he did not make a move on Tang Lin, but just flew up to the stage and put away the corpse, when he wanted to put away Jia Shao's hexagonal Falun, he found that Tang Lin's speed was even faster than him, and at this time, the Falun had been collected by Tang Lin into the ring.

killed people, and received other people's magic weapons, even Jia Shao's ring, Tang Lin did not let go, he is not a picky eater, not to mention that Jia Shao is still a monk of the Extreme Thunder Sword Sect, distracted by the cultivation of the sixth layer, such a person should be very wealthy, as a person from the Heavenly Sword Gate, the apprentice of the bandit leader Long Xiaotian, Tang Lin has always been in line with the principle of 'geese plucking feathers, wind passing and leaving traces', besides, mosquitoes are also meat, and a little bit adds up!

"Junior, return my disciple's ring!" Han Guanglie said coldly.

"No way!"

Tang Lin didn't even look at Han Guanglie, and said with a somewhat scoundrel look.

At this time, Han Guanglie's nose was crooked by Tang Lin, if he hadn't been afraid of Duan Long and Ma Wentian, he would have slapped him to death a long time ago, who in Nanwangzhou dared to talk to him like this, although he wanted to kill Tang Lin, but Han Guanglie really didn't dare to do it, the previous Wuji Sect's catastrophe monk wanted to teach Tang Lin a lesson, but he was thrown out of the hall by Duan Long, although Han Guanglie's cultivation was good, but he definitely didn't dare to argue with Duan Long, if he really annoyed the other party, maybe he would be thrown out of the hall by others.

"Junior, in my disciple's ring, there is my Extreme Thunder Sword Sect's cultivation method, except for my Extreme Thunder Sword Sect's disciples, other monks are useless, hurry up and return it!"

Tang Lin tilted his neck, first glanced at Duan Long and Ma Wentian, and found that both of them nodded to him, so he reluctantly took out Jia Shao's ring, and when Han Guanglie thought that Tang Lin was going to return the ring to him, Tang Lin's next action almost made him vomit blood angrily.

"What's so great, isn't it just a broken cultivation method? I don't want to give it to the master, you wait, the master will find it for you!"

After speaking, Tang Lin poured out all the things in Jia Shao's ring, and in a blink of an eye, a bunch of hills appeared on the martial arts platform, what spirit stones, spirit grass, refining materials, as well as pills, magic weapons, everything, Tang Lin also saw a jade slip with thunder light, thinking that it was the cultivation method in Han Guanglie's mouth, not only that, Tang Lin also saw a red belly pocket, as well as some things used by women.

"Hehe, you people from the Extreme Thunder Sword Sect are really not good birds, this thing should be made and hidden, give it to you, such a disgusting thing, the master will not want it." ”

After speaking, Tang Lin picked it up with his sword, wrapped the red belly pocket on the jade slip with thunder light, and then threw it to Han Guanglei, just to disgust the other party, see if you can pick it up?

However, Tang Lin's trick did not succeed, Han Guanglie did not reach out to pick it up, but a thunderbolt flew out, destroying the belly pocket and the jade slip, while Tang Lin collected all the remaining things into his ring.

"The things you want have been given to you, and you can't look at the rest of the things, so the master will reluctantly put it away. ”

Looking at Tang Lin's scoundrel look, Han Guanglie's lungs were about to explode, the reason why he wanted to get Jia Shao's ring back was to get back that magic weapon, what kind of cultivation technique, it was just an excuse, but he didn't expect that Tang Lin was such a scoundrel and actually teased him.

Han Guanglie was stunned, naturally he didn't have the face to continue to entangle with Tang Lin, he was the sect master of the Extreme Thunder Sword Sect, and he actually chased a junior Yuan Ying to ask for something, although this thing was originally his Extreme Thunder Sword Sect, but it was not good to say.

In the audience, even Ma Wentian, who has always been unsmiling, couldn't help it, the corners of his mouth twitched towards Lu, as for Duan Long, there is nothing to say, people have already laughed at this time, he doesn't care about face, Lao Tzu wants to laugh, who dares to care about me?