Inverse Sword God

"Wuying looks confident this time. Does he have a solution?"

Everyone looked forward to it, especially the disciples in the Shadow Hall, all with excited expressions.

Qiu marks the sword in hand, Lin Xuan cuts out a sword, the sword pattern is like the sound wave, rippling open.

Within 50 meters of the circle, the sharp sword wave became a spherical attack.

Huh!

Wu Ying had just wanted to get close, and was hit hard by this Feng Lei Jianbo.

She was stunned, and frightened again on Wuying's face.

The disciples around were also uproar. This time Lin Xuan broke the shadowless figure, faster than last time.

"No shadowless body method is fart in front of Brother Lin!" Xia Guo's disciples mocked mercilessly.

Lin Xuan chuckled, Fengdi stabbed with a sword, combined soul attack, and vomited blood without a shadow.

The crowd was silent, it seems that Wuying is no longer Lin Xuan's opponent at all.

Lin Xuan's prestige is once again elevated.

Now, Lin Xuan, Zi Ye and Yu Fei have become a triad.

The trio maintained their victory and no one else could.

Obviously, the top three are these three, but who is the first one is still uncertain.

Of course, if all eight rounds are won, it will be the first place.

Purple night belongs to the old strong, and with the strange purple pole magic pupil, the reputation of winning the championship is much higher than the other two.

The next game pushed the atmosphere to the extreme.

"Next game, Zi Ye battles Yu Fei!" The referee said loudly.

The battle between the three powerfuls is finally underway! Everyone was looking forward, looking fiercely to the ring.

"Little beauty, give up!"

As soon as Zi Ye came up, he launched a powerful soul attack, and the purple brilliance in his eyes shone, quickly stabbing at Yufei.

Although he was arrogant, he shot very hard.

"Is the purple pole pupil?"

Yu Fei's expression was deserted, and a blue ocean wave appeared around her, wrapping her up again and again.

"Mirror of the blue ocean!"

The spiritual power surged, and the virtual image in front suddenly became real. A two-meter-high blue mirror appeared in front of Yu Fei.

The cold light shone, as smooth as ice.

Ding Ding!

A deep crash sounded, as if the silver needle hit the ice.

Above the blue mirror, two small holes appeared, but did not penetrate.

Yu Fei stood behind the blue ocean mirror with a smile on her face.

Everyone was cyanotic and their heads were blank.

Unexpectedly, Zi Ye's unfavorable pupil technique failed.

"Impossible, Brother Ziye's soul attack. How can a mirror block it?"

The people at Ziji Devil Palace screamed loudly and couldn't believe the facts in front of them.

Huayan stood in the crowd, her face paled slightly.

She knew Ziye's horror, but the scene in front of her also made her feel unreal.

Not only them, but the elders were exclaiming.

The elders of the rain country had a beard and looked at the field with a smile.

Lin Xuan's eyes flickered, and he stared tightly at the dazzling mirror, his frown slightly raised.

Blending soul power as an aid is not as simple as the surface.

He can only see these things at the moment.

Above the ring platform, Zi Ye's face was gloomy, and her cold eyes looked forward.

That only scene made him feel a sense of mistake.

"Suddenly ... blocked?" Zi Ye's heart waved.

Subsequently, his eyes gradually sharpened, and the purple light formed a strange pattern, but a bit hazy.

"Psychedelic!"

The strange pattern in his eyes turned, with an inexplicable power.

Zi Ye looked at Yu Fei.

Bang! Bang!

The look through the blue ocean mirror, printed in Yu Fei's eyes.

For a moment, Yu Fei felt a loss of spirit, as if the soul had entered another space.

Her show eyebrows frowned, her soul force countered frantically, and she bit her tongue slightly.

Body shivered, Yu Fei quickly recovered Qingming.

"Mirror image!"

Palm out, pressed on the blue ocean mirror in front of him, Yu Fei pressed on the moving spirit.

Buzz!

A faint light appeared on the smooth mirror surface, and a blurry figure appeared in the mirror.

The figure was as blurry as water mist, but a pair of eyes glowed purple.

"That is, Brother Ziye?"

Although the figure was blurred, the person at the Ziji Demon Palace recognized the figure at a glance.

It's actually similar to Ziye!

"Huh, do you think you can resist Brother Ziye by transfiguring your personal image? It's naive!"

"Be obedient to concede!" The disciples of Ziji Demon Palace shouted below.

Lin Xuan frowned, her eyes flashed, and she looked at everything on the stage carefully.

He didn't feel that simple.

Sure enough, the shadow of the figure in that mirror turned and looked at the real purple night.

Hum!

Intangible power poured out, Zi Ye trembled, and a little panic appeared in her eyes.

"Impossible! How can you perform psychedelic!"

He panicked, but panicked!

His pupil technique was actually performed by his opponent, and he almost hit the road!

These pupil techniques are the stunts of the Ziji Demon Palace. Without the corresponding secret methods, outsiders cannot perform them.

But now, some people are playing hard!

He called it, everyone was shocked.

The elders in the stands also exclaimed.

Several old men in the Purple Palace were sitting together, with deep shocks in their eyes.

"What kind of martial arts is this? I have never seen it in the rain country!"

"No wonder some of the old guys in Rain Country are so calm, they have such means."

"Stabilize, Ziye, but the genius of our Ziji Palace, cannot lose."

"And, what's so special about you, you don't know yet?" The old man in the middle said, Shen, "It took us so many years to find one that met the requirements."

Only he can use the power of the Ziji Devil to the extreme.

Yu Fei's counter-attack method really shocked everyone. The blue mirror was like a real mirror, which not only reflected the figure, but also copied the tricks.

"Yes, copy!" This is how Lin Xuan feels.

"Similar to the big dragon sword seal." Lin Xuan muttered softly.

The Great Dragon Sword is a sacred art of attack ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ able to simulate everything and evolve everything.

He has a trace of the sword, and can also simulate the opponent's moves, but the core is still based on his own attributes.

And this move of the ethereal girl is a complete copy.

"This copied martial arts skill has a bit of strength on its own and needs to be experienced in person." Lin Xuan was not sure.

But there is one thing to know, that power will never be weak, otherwise Zi Ye will not be the expression.

"I seem to feel the power of a bloodline." The wine master suddenly said.

"Bloodline?" Lin Xuan slightly stunned, he had never heard of it before.

"Although it is weak, it is the power of the blood." The wine master felt it slowly, slowly.

"Unexpectedly, the power of blood can be seen here, and it is still a very special one."

"Xiao Xuanzi, if you meet him, you have to be careful!" The wine master reminded