"It's ......"

Ling Xian's eyes shrank suddenly, and a strong crisis suddenly appeared in the bottom of his heart.

Ling Xian raised his head, only to find that the void around him had changed to a fiery red color in an instant.

Leyline fire?

No!

But the burning flame was even hotter.

Then, a giant sword came into view.

This sword is more than ten zhang long, and its surface is wrapped with amazing flames and aura.

The coercion it exuded, even Ling Xian, was extremely frightened.

Magic weapon!

In the distance, the dead wood real man's face was extremely pale, and his whole body was faintly even exuding some dead air, but his gaze was hot.

The river mussels compete, and the fishermen profit!

Ling Xian originally wanted to be the fisherman, but he accidentally exposed his deeds and had to fight with the demon clan Tianjiao, but the dead wood real person, as the initiator, got a breath of breath instead.

He was on the verge of running out of oil.

However, the blood of the phoenix is a coveted thing for immortal cultivators, so he will not give up no matter what, and with Ling Xian and the demon clan Tianjiao fighting very lively, he used secret techniques to suppress the injury, adjust his breathing, and once again sacrifice the treasure "Fire Sword".

Now he only has the power of one blow.

But enough.

He believed that with a single blow of his magic weapon, he could kill a strong enemy no matter what, and in the final analysis, the other party had only survived the catastrophe once after all.

What's more, by surprise, he was close to a sneak attack at this time.

In any case, there is no reason to fail.

The blood of the Phoenix God is his own, and no one wants to take it away.

In the face of his angry blow, Ling Xian's situation was suddenly extremely dangerous.

The sword moves are majestic. And from all sides, it locked his qi.

It can be said that there is no way to dodge, but how to break this domineering move when facing it head-on.

Ling Xian was in a dilemma.

Moreover, there is no time for him to think now.

Hesitate for a moment. It will be annihilated by this terrifying flame sword qi, Ling Immortal is entering the late stage of foundation building, but in the face of the magic weapon of the Second Heavenly Tribulation, it is also stretched.

The brave are not afraid!

In the face of this terrible crisis, Ling Xian did not retreat in the slightest.

It's just a rat, hiding on the side and sneaking up, thinking that you can kill yourself?

Ling Xian stepped forward and walked forward, not retreating to counterattack, his hands wide open and closed. A storm-like fist shadow roared out, and with his movements, a buzzing sound erupted, the fist shadow closed in the middle, and in the runes scattered, an immortal sword came out, and Ling Xian once again performed the secret technique of turning a fist into a sword.

Immediately after, a phoenix chirp came to his ears.

Accompanied by a loud sound. A fiery phoenix rushed out of Ling Xian's fist.

Of course, it's just a phantom. But the momentum was still majestic, and then the phoenix quickly shrank in the process of flying, imprinted on the sword shadow.

An astonishing momentum ensued.

Overwhelming!

But Ling Xian, who was the initiator, was extremely stunned.

Obviously, such a scene was something he never dreamed of.

Ling Xian was surprised!

On the other side, the expression of the dead wood real person was extremely shocked.

Wrong. Horror is not enough to describe, he is trembling all over, fearing with despair and unwillingness, at this moment, it seems to be much older.

"No way. How did he get the approval of the Phoenix Divine Blood, no one ...... No one can do it in such a short time. ”

Ling Xian didn't know what he was talking about, nor did he know why there was a change in front of him, but he didn't think much about it.

It doesn't matter what he is, anyway, the scene in front of him is beneficial to himself and harmless.

In that case, why bother?

So in the next moment, Ling Xian watched as his secret technique of turning fists into swords, after receiving the blessing of the Phoenix Divine Blood, gained the upper hand, and actually engulfed the opponent's magic weapon, and the light on the surface of the Fire Sword quickly dimmed.

Bounced away from afar, falling like mortal iron.

"Poof......

Deadwood real person, a mouthful of blood sprayed thinly, the injuries he suffered were not trivial, and they were originally forcibly suppressed with secret techniques.

Now that the natal magic weapon is damaged, the situation is even worse.

Ling Xian naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity, as the saying goes, come without being rude, the other party wants to put himself to death, how can Ling Xian not reciprocate.

Taking advantage of his illness and asking for his life, even if the other party was seriously injured, Ling Xian would not show mercy.

With a flick of the robe, the nearby spiritual power suddenly gathered here, swirling and spraying, and one after another flaming arrows emerged.

If it is fired by a strong bow and a crossbow, it will be like a vicious shot from the enemy.

Deadwood Zhenren's face was extremely ugly, if in normal times, he didn't care about such a trick at all, but at this moment, it has become a deadly thing.

He wanted to hide, but found that a breath of aura couldn't be lifted, and the next moment, a miserable scream came into his ears, saying that it was not wrong for the tiger to fall into Pingyang, and the dignified Jindan Ancestor actually fell into this small fire arrow technique.

The whole person was reduced to nothingness, and was reduced to ashes by the raging flames.

There was only one storage bag suspended in the air, and even with Ling Xian's city mansion, there was a fiery fire in his eyes.

This is a Jindan monk's thing, the value is not trivial, Ling Xian naturally will not be polite, with a flick of his robe, a green glow flew out and took it into his arms.

Then Ling Xianyou looked around, this time the luck was really extraordinary, there was no danger, but there were countless treasures.

Fortunately, there are no people around here, otherwise the blood of the Phoenix God would not have fallen into his hands.

The only regret is that I didn't have time to perform the soul searching technique, and I don't know where I am now.

But it doesn't matter, let's get out of here first, anyway, the danger has been saved, and you can always find people if you fly a little longer.

This flight was a few days, and Ling Xian was surprised to find that this place was ridiculously large, but the more he flew, the more barren it became.

On this day, Ling Xian's light slowed down, and finally stopped in mid-air.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his face gloomy.

Is there no one here?

Or, by coincidence, I just got the wrong direction?

Ling Xian raised his head and looked at the sky, but found that the sun was about to set down the hillside at some point, and the entire sky was gloomy.

For a while, Ling Xian was actually in a dilemma.

However, at this moment, a rumbling sound came to the ears, and a light rain fell in the sky, but this sound was quite different from the thunder.

Ling Xian raised his eyebrows, hesitated slightly, and his whole body was full of green light, and then it became blurred, and he flew away silently as if in front of him.

Soon, the vast mountains came into view, but there were swamps in front of them.

In the swamp, there was a thick fog, all kinds of low shrubs, which were also flourishing, and not far away, there was a clearing, where the figures of several monks appeared.

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