Tempered Immortal

Chapter 675 Seven Star Island Sword Light Demon Fire
"Senior, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, even if we borrow some courage from us, how can this junior dare to offend Huwei?"

"Yes, senior, please be merciful, no matter what request you make, this junior will definitely agree." Seeing that his senior brother had knelt down, Su Ru had a slavish expression on how he dared to be tough.

"Hmph!" Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan was a little surprised. Although the immortal road is difficult, in addition to strength, if you want to turn danger into a breeze, you also need a slippery mind that can bend and stretch.

But the other party's cultivation base is not low, and he can actually bow down without hesitation when he sees something wrong. This kind of shamelessness is also admirable.

However, this set doesn't work in front of me.

The more this kind of enemy can endure humiliation, the more terrifying it is. With Lin Xuan's character, how can he leave trouble for himself?
There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and Lin Xuan raised his hand.

From inside his sleeves, a large piece of light flew out, and with a turn, the wind and clouds were thunderous, and dozens of blue sword lights evolved.

The sound of piercing the sky was connected in a line, endlessly in the ears, and the momentum was extremely huge.

The faces of the two Confucian immortal cultivators changed wildly. They couldn't even have the slightest thought of resistance with such prestige and momentum.

"Come on!"

The boy raised his voice and screamed like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, and it turned into a white ray of light, shooting like the direction of the sky.

Su Ru's expression was also extremely ugly, but his reaction was a little slower. He wanted to escape, but Jian Guang was already in front of him.

Fear swept over him like a tidal wave. Facing the Nascent Soul Stage monster, he knew that there was no reason for it, but he was willing to sit still and wait for death.

He stretched out his hand and slapped it hard on the back of the head, a dazzling red light flew out of his mouth.

Connected with the red light in front of him, there are two mother-child flying swords of different lengths.

"disease!"

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

"Brother, hurry up and avenge me in the future!"

This man was brave, seeing that he could not walk anymore, he wanted to buy time for his companion.

Unfortunately 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 devil baby has already achieved great success. Is he, a small monk in the condensing period, able to resist?
The best way to describe it is to look like a car with the arms of a mantis, the cyan light of the sword collided with the monster with the head of a tiger and the body of a snake...

The spirit glowed brightly, and the crackling sound was like thunder. The monster with the head of a tiger and the body of a snake was no small thing, but in front of this sword light, it was like paper, and it was beaten back to its original shape almost in an instant.

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

"Do not……"

Mixed with his exclamation, being twisted into blood mist by the sword light, Lin Xuan raised his hand and released a fireball. This master of Haoranzong never dreamed that his end would be exactly the same as that of Ma Tianming who had just been killed .

The cycle of heaven and retribution is not good.

And in this moment of effort, the young man's son had already shot several miles away.

With his divine sense, he naturally knew what happened afterwards, and his heart was full of shock and anger, but more of it was fear.

How could this be?
Could it be that the abnormality seen just now is not that the other party is practicing strange magic skills, but the celestial phenomenon that condenses the Nascent Soul?
It's not right, it's completely different from what was described in the book, what went wrong?
This person is an immortal cultivator at the peak of the alchemy period, and he is quite scheming, and he always feels that there is another secret to this matter!
He is also very thoughtful, and even in this critical period, he quickly discovered the doubts. The enemy is indeed extremely powerful, but it is slightly different from the Nascent Soul stage old monsters he has seen before, but what is the difference? , he couldn't tell, he didn't understand...

My heart is full of doubts and fears, no matter what, the other party is definitely not a match that I can fight against.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and exhaled a cloud of energy.

The essence is not the gathering of spiritual power, but the awe-inspiring aura unique to Confucian cultivators.

It goes without saying that this thing is important to them with a little less.

Afterwards, he made another talisman, his whole body was full of dazzling aura, mixed with the aura of grandeur, and his escape speed doubled.

In the distance, Lin Xuan squinted his eyes. He didn't set out to chase after him, but no matter how fast the opponent ran, he couldn't get out of the sensing range of his consciousness.

"Not bad, just try my newly cultivated Jade Phantom Fire."

Lin Xuan smiled coldly, raised his hand, flipped it lightly, and a green flame the size of an egg appeared in his palm.

The color is extremely quiet, and Lin Xuan has not had time to test its power since refining Huo Mei.

"go with!"

With a flick of the wrist, the flame immediately traced a graceful arc, like a long whale fetching water, chasing after the young boy.

The speed is so fast that words are not enough to describe what happened.

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 escape speed, but the speed of the opponent's magic fire was even more weird and unpredictable... Could it be that today is really doomed?

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he stretched his finger upwards, and the scroll hovering above his head suddenly became bigger and blocked behind him.

This person is also decisive, knowing that doing so is tantamount to quenching thirst with poison, but he is willing to give up the magic weapon of his life.

There was a smile on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, he didn't know whether it was admiration or ridicule, but under the control of his divine sense, the green phantom fire flashed and turned into a feather arrow about a foot long.

"Boom!"

The scroll flashed red, and there was a sound of shattering. On it, there was a small hole the size of a finger. After the feathered arrow passed through the defense, it returned to the magic flame with a whir. 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, it has been cultivated in his body for hundreds of years. The supernatural power is also very important. In terms of defense, it is enough to shock ordinary monks, but it was destroyed so easily.

What is especially frightening is that the other party has not released a magic weapon, but just the sword light and magic fire condensed with magic power, driving himself to a corner. .

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

As soon as he gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashed across his face, his eyes were deep-set, and there was a hint of madness.

With a bang, he chose to explode himself.

Blood rained all over the sky, but within the endless red, there was a hint of yellow light.

Very lightly, if it wasn't for Lin Xuan's spiritual consciousness at this moment, which had already surpassed that of a monk in the early Yuanying period, he might not have noticed.

(End of this chapter)