Chapter 422: who are you?

"Lightning storm!"

Thunder suddenly appeared, Lin Xuan's body was overwhelming, and numerous silver thunders rushed, turning the surroundings into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning. : /

However, the peach blossom is derived from peach blossoms. Although Lin Xuan's thunderbolt is powerful, he has not yet realized the mood of thunder.

So in the attack, Lin Xuan's silver thunderbolt was not enough to resist the peach blossom.

For a moment, the silver thunderbolt was wrapped in peach air and quickly disintegrated.

"Wind and lightning ring!"

Seeing thunder and lightning not work, Lin Xuan had no choice but to show his mood.

The wind and thunder merge to form a powerful force to block the peach blossom.

What's more, he urged Qicheng Dalong's sword intention and let Fengyingjian shine brightly.

Countless swords flew out and rushed to Yumen Langjun.

Although Yumeng Langjun temporarily raised Xiu to the peak of the early stage of the transformation of the spiritual realm, Qicheng's Great Dragon Sword would still threaten him.

The peach blossom breath of the guard was cut open, and the endless sword breath was applied to his palm.

In desperation, he could only move backwards.

With a wave of the sleeves of Yumian Langjun, he hit a few cold mansions and fell into the peach blossom.

This is his hidden weapon, the peach blossom needle.

Even if the warrior of the spiritual realm is hit, he will be seriously injured. He wants to use the peach blossom gas to cover the trace of the peach blossom poison needle.

However, how powerful Lin Xuan's soul is, he found the attack hidden in the dark with a slight perception.

"The wind blows Liu Jian!"

A wicker-like sword atmosphere appeared around the body, forming a curtain of swords to block all attacks.

At the same time, he clenched the Fengying Sword with both hands and stabbed out suddenly.

"Wind Emperor Sword!"

The endless gale rushes, the sword gas crosses, and cuts to the jade face Langjun.

On the other side, Zhao Xue danced with both hands, hitting a magic fish.

The black and white yin and yang fishes rotate with each other to form a yin and yang fantasy fish figure, and at the same time carry strange magic.

"Peach Blossom Cut!"

Yumen Langjun's body forms peach blossom armor, holding a huge folding fan, flying all attack aircraft.

However, he was also constantly backed by two strength shocks, and his peach armor appeared several shocking cracks.

"Impossible, his sword is stronger again!" Yu Mianlang Jun frowned as he looked at the cracks in his armor.

"cut!"

Lin Xuan strode up and followed closely.

A series of fierce swordsmanship unfolded rapidly in the air, and at the same time he displayed the artistic conception of the wind to let the surrounding air condense.

Suddenly, Yumian Langjun felt an inexplicable power blessing him, making his actions dull.

"This is Xiaocheng's wind mood!"

Yumen Langjun was horrified again. He didn't expect to see him in only a few days. Lin Xuan's artistic conception of scenery had reached Xiaocheng level.

This mood can completely affect his shot.

Yumian Langjun's face was gloomy, and his body's breath was turbulent. He went all out to develop the peach blossom mood and struggled hard.

The two moods collided, causing the air to fluctuate.

The wave of terror spreads all around, and will smash the ground, as if the whole tomb was split by people from the middle.

Cracks of nearly a kilometer length appeared on the ground.

The sword light flickered, and Yumen Langjun was shrouded in it.

"Moon Moon Artistic Conception!"

On the other side, Zhao Xue came quickly, and a hazy moonlight rose behind her, pressing against Yumen Langjun.

"It's another kind of artistic conception!" Yumian Langjun felt a lot of pressure, and his face became extremely ugly.

The sky's petals dim, as if lost its luster.

"Too much bullying!"

Yumenglang's lungs exploded quickly, his sharp breath quickly fluctuated, and the peach blossom mood became more unstable.

"Is the time for medicinal effects coming?" Jade face Lang Jun tightened his mind.

He can rely on the two elixirs, but this hole card has a time limit, and once the time passes, he will enter a period of weakness.

"Fight!"

While the medicinal effect is still there, Yumen Langjun decides to go crazy.

He began to burn his spiritual power and decided to fight hard.

"Are you desperate?" The blood robe man in the distance is controlled by the evil king and cannot move, but he is still watching the battle closely.

When he saw Yumen Langjun burning his spirit, his heart was beating.

This method is extremely harmful to the origin of the warrior. If it is not life-threatening, ordinary warriors will not use it.

Obviously, Yumen Langjun was forced into despair.

It's no wonder that Lin Xuan and Zhao Xue have a mood that is not inferior to Yumen Langjun. In addition, both have the treasure in their hands, and their attack power chases the warrior of the spirit realm.

Under the combined attack skills of the two, Yumian Langjun was miserable.

If he hadn't taken the elixir in advance, I'm afraid he would be seriously injured now.

"I didn't expect that I had been arrogant for decades, but in the end I was bullied by two little ghosts! Even if I pay a bitter price today, I will kill you two!"

Jade-faced Langjun was completely violent.

The surrounding air oscillated, and the surrounding aura quickly melted into his body. The aura of Yumeng Langjun was full of aura, like a beating flame.

"Not good, this guy is desperate!" Lin Xuan drank, "Have a full blow and be sure to kill him!"

Yumian Langjun chased and killed five times, Lin Xuan had already intended to kill him, and now is the best time to get rid of him.

The heavenly aura merged into Yumen Langjun's body, forming a hundred-meter folding fan behind him, with numerous peach flowers carved on it.

"Take me the strongest blow, Peach Blossoms!"

Yumen Langjun waved his hands and fell towards the front of the theater.

The huge folding fan behind him also dropped suddenly with his movement.

Lin Xuan looked dignified, and Fengying Sword quickly traced an inexplicable trajectory in the void.

The clouds rolled above the sky, and a huge sky and giant sword formed, with horrible coercion, as if it could kill everything.

"The wind is chasing the electric sword, and the sword is broken!"

The Fengying Sword fell, and the heavenly giant sword in the sky suddenly cut off with endless momentum.

On the other side, Zhao Xue integrated a stone bead and played a peculiar rune.

The rune seems simple, but it contains a terrifying atmosphere, and it seems that it is not weaker than the wind-fighting electric sword.

Three violent forces collided together, and innumerable winds swept across, and the wave of terror energy spread rapidly.

The whole mausoleum was shrouded and shattered.

boom!

Destruction continued and spread far away.

Lin Xuan's silver thunderbolt bloomed throughout her body ~ www.readwn.com ~, pulling Zhao Xue back quickly.

When everything calmed down, he looked dignified and looked forward.

The entire mausoleum was cut open, and horrific rifts spread around.

Except for the place where the evil king sits, it is complete.

In front of it, there is a deep pit of horror, and there is a hint of destruction, which is caused by the wind chasing electric sword and stone bead runes.

In the deep pit, a figure was standing full of blood and shed his hair.

His body trembled and seemed to fall at any time.

"Xiang martial arts turned out to be martial arts martial arts!" Yumian Langjun's face was pale, and his eyes were full of panic.

Under the attack of the two, he suffered severe internal injuries. Fortunately, he was deeply cultivated, which saved his life.

"Who the **** are you, you will learn martial arts!" Yumen Langjun voiced a hint of fear.