Chapter 233: Wind mood

"Useless, no one can find me!"
The voice of the young man in black robes rang around, very misty, and people couldn't find where they really were. ·
"You can try!" Lin Xuan sneered.
"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!" The young man in the black robe said coldly.
The voice dropped, the air on Lin Xuan's left was suddenly torn, and the black sickle was ruthlessly cut off.
call out!
A sword flashed, and it stabbed on the blade accurately, and the horrible force directly deflected the blade.
boom!
The black sickle chopped on the ground, marking a crack, and countless rubbles rolled on both sides.
The hard black ground was finally broken at this moment.
With the success of the sword, Lin Xuan's eyes became sharp, and Qiu Hen sword stabbed again in his hand, as fast as lightning.
At this time, the young man in the black robe had long disappeared.
"Wind Emperor Sword!"
Lin Xuan played Fengdi Yijian to the extreme, and the blade became transparent, as if it disappeared, leaving only the hilt exposed.
This scene is extremely weird, as if the long sword was broken in half.
However, Lin Xuan smiled.
puff! when!
A low voice sounded from the air, and then a figure emerged.
"What? He hit!"
The people around him looked at the embarrassed young man in black robe, and his face was shocked to the extreme.
"Impossible, how did he find out!" The disciple of Shadow Hall screamed.
Even some elders frowned.
"Monte, he must be!"
The stunned expression of the young man in the black robe did not fade away. Like the disciples, he believed that Lin Xuan's sword was blind.
He understands the mood of the wind, and can be integrated into the wind. Most people can't find it, let alone hit him!
Thinking of this, the young man in black robe calmed down.
He flickered and disappeared again.
Huh!
Dozens of meters of black swordman passed through the air, but the body of the black robe never appeared,
call out!
The dazzling sword was illuminated, as if chilling, illuminating half a ring.
Huh!
The black robe man's body was shaken out again, and He stepped back seven or eight steps before stopping.
"It's impossible!" He finally lost his calmness.
Lin Xuan did not respond, but quickly attacked.
The force of wind and thunder surged, Lin Xuan's speed was extremely fast.
If careful people can find out that Lin Xuan's body is beginning to become looming, sometimes it can't be sensed.
The thunder and lightning rushed, the howling wind roared, the wind and thunder mingled, and the horrible sword gas tore the sky.
A sword stabbed, and all the air within ten meters was evacuated.
when!
The young man in black robes held a two-meter-long black sickle and turned into a semicircle in the air, blocking Lin Xuan's swordman.
But next moment.
Lin Xuan has come to his side.
The left fist burst like a dragon.
Thunder and lightning smashed into the black sickle instantly, and the horrible force made the Heipao people back a dozen meters.
"Wind Emperor Sword!"
Jian Guang disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had stabbed in front of the Heipaoren.
It's stabbing!
The black robe was torn, and Wuying appeared a half-meter sword mark on his body.
Fortunately, he has a black gas guard, this sword did not hurt him.
However, the look of howling made him even more angry.
"Dare to make me ugly, you will die!"
Wuying ripped the black robe on his body, revealing a black armor.
As if the warrior stepped out of hell, Wu Ying's body was filled with dark air, with a dark smell.
"Death sickle!"
Wuying sighed, the black sickle formed a terrible offensive, and the sharp blade made the entire ground appear horrible cracks.
The black wind blade wrapped Lin Xuan, and if you touch it, you can tear people.
This kind of attack, I am afraid that the seven heavy warriors in Linghai cannot resist.
"Lightning storm!"
Lin Xuan urged spiritual power, forming a horrible scene within dozens of meters.
The wind and thunder were raging and the wind was roaring like thunder.
The two forces collided, sending out fierce energy fluctuations, and raging air waves swept the four sides.
call!
The overflowing energy quickly spread to the edge of the ring, and everyone felt that their chests were stuffy and could not resist at all.
Buzz!
The black beacon glowed, forming a translucent light curtain at the edges, blocking the storm on the beacon.
Everyone was relieved and looked at the field again.
The two-meter-long black sickle formed a terrifying wind blade attack in front of Wuying.
At the same time, he also drew a black rune with one hand, forming a black light rain, and attacked Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan slowly lifted Qiu Jian Sword over his head, his breath gradually sharpened.
Like the excalibur of the sword, the towering sword surges out, accompanied by a dragon chant.
Behind him, a stupid dragon loomed.
The sword gas roared, tearing the air above, and the horrible sword swept across.
At this moment, people across the valley looked towards this side, their eyes were full of shock.
"Sword intention!"
"This is the sword!"
The people were stunned, and the elders of the Shadow Country were extremely gloomy.
"Sword intention, but one of the most terrifying attacks!"
Lin Xuan's momentum at this moment has risen to an indescribable height. I am afraid that no one can resist in the spiritual realm.
"Sword meaning, so scary sword meaning!"
Disciples such as Liu Qing and Ding Zhe who were previously dissatisfied were all sluggish.
In the distance, the peerless geniuses such as Zi Ye and Yu Fei also showed their solemn colors.
"Dance of death!"
Wuying looked forward, his body trembling slightly.
He gripped the black sickle forcefully, and his spiritual power was running wildly.
Dozens of black sharp edges appeared on his surface, forming sharp sharp edges with the black sickle.
call! call!
The sickle turned, with the breath of death, like the dead dancing in the night.
As the most outstanding disciple of Shadow Hall, Wu Ying has exerted all his strength at this moment.
Lin Xuan was motionless like a rock, he felt a danger of death.
However, this did not shake his confidence.
"Wind thunder cut!"
Qiu Henjian fell suddenly, with the sword of the dragon, cut off like a sky knife.
The air waves fly on both sides ~ EbookFREE.me ~ A 50-meter vacuum zone is formed in the center, and the horrible sword awns drown the front instantly.
And Wuying is also dancing with a black sickle, turning into a huge sickle shadow, and slashing up.
More than half of the ring lights shone, and everyone couldn't see clearly, and they didn't dare to explore the soul.
Sword intention is extremely powerful, claiming to be able to cut through nothingness, let alone soul power!
At the edge of the ring, translucent light ripples like bubbles, as if they can break at any time.
The people subconsciously backed up three meters and looked nervously towards the ring.
After a long time, Jianmang disappeared and Huantai resumed Qingming again.
The crowd couldn't wait to look at it and immediately took a breath.
A terrible sword mark appeared on the extremely hard ground, more than thirty meters in length.
Among the cracks, a figure crumbling