Inverse Sword God

Zi Xin's words shocked the two purple warriors. They knew that this was a sign of Zi Xin's anger.

The two teamed up together and couldn't get a little ghost, but it was a shame to say it.

"The strongest blow, the heart of Purple Magic!"

The palms of the two were close together, and their bodies kept spinning, like a spinning top.

Hum! Hum!

The air was constantly vibrating, and the trees on both sides stood up to the ground, turning into powder in the mid-cavity.

thorn!

The purple vortex flew out, and there were two points of coldness in the center, like the eyes of a fierce beast, full of danger.

Lin Xuan's lips froze slightly, her breath was raised again, and thunder and lightning surged, forming a strange rune.

With a few palms, Hongyan Sword appeared in his hand.

With a thick sword back and a wide blade, this epee once again bloomed a dark red light.

Like the imprint, the runes on the sword body are indestructible, full of mysterious breath.

For a moment, the lightning on Lin Xuan's body covered it, forming sharp sawtooth.

Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Xuan waved with all his strength.

call! Crackling!

This blow contained all the strength of Lin Xuan, and the fierce force ripped the air directly.

boom!

The epee drew above the purple vortex, and a terrifying sound erupted.

An extremely unstable wave of energy spreads all around, everything that goes by is reduced to ashes.

At that center, a beam of light with a diameter of three meters soared into the sky, dispersing all the clouds and fog in the sky.

Purple heart fluttered like a feather and fell to the ground lightly.

The purple flicker in his eyes, he looked forward.

The next moment, he frowned, his face gradually glooming.

When all the light disappeared, Lin Xuan's voice appeared.

The thunder and lightning on him had disappeared, but red blood was flowing on the red sword in his hand.

A pungent stench came from the air, making people sick.

Five meters in front of him, the ground was sunken, and a deep pit more than ten meters in diameter appeared. Numerous cracks spread around it.

In the pit, two masses of flesh-like matter piled up, and the power of the thunder point remained on it.

Zixin's face turned black, and he could see clearly in the blow.

Lin Xuan used brute force to beat his two men into flesh, and the terrible power made him slightly discolored.

"Very well, your strength is beyond my expectation, so it is more fun."

Zixin recovered his expression in an instant, but his murderousness was even heavier.

He slowly stretched out a hand and said in a scornful tone: "I can solve you with one hand!"

If someone else is here, you will be shocked.

Who is Lin Xuan, but he is the champion of this inscription tower competition, the strength to stabilize the young generation!

Now that someone wants to solve him with one hand, this purple heart is definitely a lunatic.

Lin Xuan looked at the arrogant youth in front of him, and did not fight back with disdain.

Instead, he felt an indescribable sense of crisis in Zixin.

As a swordsman, he believes very much in his feelings.

So he intends to go all out.

Putting down the red-flame sword, Lin Xuan took out Qiuhen Sword.

The light of the sword is like autumn water, shining on the Quartet.

The sharp sword surged in him, and it would flow out at any time.

Opposite, Zixin didn't rush over, the evil smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe you won't die without me!"

The purple awns flickered in the eyes, the purple pole magic pupil suddenly started, and the purple flames jumped and rushed to Lin Xuan.

"cut!"

The sword of the soul flew out, turned into an invisible sword, and cut to the purple spirit fire.

The two collided in the air, like a sword strike.

"Minute!"

As soon as Zi Xin's eyes moved, the purple fire in the air split into two, one group held between the souls, and the other group flew towards Lin Xuan quickly.

Wherever they passed, all the broken trees burned and instantly turned into ashes.

Hum!

Lin Xuan drew his sword abruptly, the wind and thunder sword flashed out, and split on the purple fire.

The big dragon's sword surged, making this sword's attack power several times stronger, the sword's qi was not reached, but the ground had a crack of nearly 100 meters.

Huh!

Zihuo was impacted, the speed stopped, and it continued to change shape under the pressure of Jianqi.

call!

Eventually, the purple fire dissipated, and the sword of soul flew back.

Lin Xuan is far away from Zixin.

"The soul strength of the second pinnacle is really good!" Zi Xin snapped his fingers, and on his fingertips a flame appeared.

The purple flames beating, although small, exudes a terrifying atmosphere.

Lin Xuan didn't dare to carelessly, his sword danced and stabbed quickly.

call! Huh!

The dazzling Jianmang surging, like a pianlian, chopped off.

The air trembled and exploded constantly, blowing up the surrounding mountains.

Facing this fierce sword, Zixin smiled disdainfully, flicked his fingers, and purple flame rushed out.

Like a beating elf, this tiny purple flame hits the sword's air and blends constantly.

As the ice meets the flames, it makes a loud noise.

On the substantive sword qi, cracks like wormholes appeared, and then quickly became larger.

Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, but the horror of this flame was beyond his imagination.

"Wind Emperor Sword!"

Lin Xuan waved a sword again, and the wild winds of the sky had disappeared. It seemed that only this sword was left between heaven and earth.

Click! Click!

The original sword gas became broken under the grill of purple flames, and eventually broke.

However, a sharper sword attack followed.

when!

A thunderous voice spread from mid-air, the purple flames were hit and flew, and even the color was dim.

When Lin Xuan saw this, his body flickered like a lightning, stabbing at the purple heart.

Seeing her purple flame blocked again, Zixin's face sank.

With five fingers spread out on the right hand, a trace of purple flames came out of the palms, forming a flame palm.

call!

With one palm, half of the sky turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The sword light flickered, the endless flame was split in half, and Lin Xuan broke a path in the midst of the blaze.

call out!

He fluttered and disappeared again.

The sword in his hand stabbed Zixin's brows with a strong momentum.

roll!

The purple heart had five fingers in its claws, the flames beating above it, and ruthlessly grabbed it forward.

Ding Ding Ding!

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Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and the attack became fierce again.

Many of the flames on the purple heart's palms were slashed by Jianyi, revealing pale palms.

Click!

Zixin pushed hard and grabbed Qiuhen Sword.

Immediately, his expression turned pale: "Boy, I have no mood to play with you, let me die!"

A huge breath poured from his body, covering the sky, as if a hundred thousand mountains, to collapse everything.

The surrounding trees and rocks were pressed into powder by this invisible momentum, and even the ground was recessed by half a foot.

The bones of Lin Xuan's body were squashed, and he pulled back the sword with all his strength, but found that it was useless at all.

"Boy, let me see the horror of the half-strength powerful spirits today!"