Ling Xian saw that the other party was chasing after him, his heart was also full of anger, he asked himself if there was nothing wrong, that demon cultivator killed innocents indiscriminately, and it was not a pity to die.

What about the monks in the middle of the Yuan Infancy, who thought that they could run rampant and be domineering, completely ignoring the merits?

Wrong!

The reason why Ling Xian fled away was not because he was afraid of cowardice, but because of the principle that more is better than less.

However, the other party has to make inches......

As the saying goes, the son doesn't teach, the father is wrong, that guy does all kinds of evil, and the old monster in front of him is naturally to blame.

He didn't think about himself, but chased after himself, the clay man still had three points of true fire, how could Ling Xian keep swallowing his anger?

What about the middle of the infancy?

It is still two to say who will win and who will lose in the real fight, and Ling Xian feels that he may have more chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian took a breath and decided to give the other party a head-on blow, so that he could understand that he was not the soft persimmon he imagined, and he could let him take care of it.

Thinking like this in his heart, Ling Xian simply no longer thought about how to escape, but retreated, and directly suspended in the void, confronting the other party from afar.

The monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, seeing Ling Xian's light slowing down, his face couldn't help but be happy, and without thinking, his sleeves shook, and a dark demonic qi surged out from his cuffs, and after a slight surge, it turned into a big black hand.

Ten fingers are like hooks, and one is like grabbing each other.

Ling Xian could see it clearly, with a disapproving look on his face, and raised it with one hand.

Suddenly, a crackling sound came into his ears, and Ling Xian's arm was surrounded by circles of lightning.

Pale cyan!

It's very different from ordinary lightning.

It contains the power of the Tribulation.

As the saying goes, a crisis is also an opportunity. The Thousand Jiao Knife twice allowed Ling Xian to save the day in the Heavenly Tribulation, and he also evolved into a treasure with the dual attributes of thunder and water.

It contains an amazing power of heavenly thunder, and it can be driven outward.

This is undoubtedly great good news for Ling Xian, allowing him to go one step further and build on the original foundation. Another killer has been added.

At this time, the knife was tried, and the cyan thunder light suddenly appeared, and then it actually condensed into a cyan electric Jiao.

"It's ......"

The mid-stage monk could see it clearly, and his face was shocked, but at this time, even if he wanted to change his tactics, it was too late.

The electric Jiao pounced on the big hand, and suddenly there was a loud roar, and the cyan thunder and lightning flew, and the big hand condensed by the demonic qi suddenly seemed to meet a nemesis.

The struggle was useless, and it collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

"Xuantian Divine Thunder!"

The middle-aged man gasped. Looking at Ling Xian's expression, he also became extremely jealous: "Where did you come from, why were you able to drive such a thing as Xuantian Divine Thunder?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Ling Xian pretended to be mysterious.

But he was muttering in his heart, he also didn't know what the Xuantian Divine Thunder was, but the name was really good, Ling Xian had decided to use it to name the thunder and lightning produced by the Thousand Jiao Knife.

Hearing Ling Xian's rude words clearly, the old monster of the Yuan Infant Stage was not as angry as he imagined, but spoke with a little fear: "Even the Xuantian Divine Thunder can drive it. Your origins are not trivial, but I don't care about any of that. Since my son has fallen into your hands, I will surely let you pay for your life. ”

"No more nonsense. ”

A look of impatience appeared on Ling Xian's face.

So far, he is not in the mood to spend time here slowly with the other party, since it is either you die or I live, then it is enough to show your magic and fight the winner.

The thought in his mind turned, and Ling Xian suddenly took a step. After a blur of his figure, he somehow approached more than ten feet in front of the other party.

Then Ling Xian raised his right hand, his five fingers clenched, and a punch seemed to hit the other party.

Rumble!

A white-eyed tiger appeared in the void, opening its bloody mouth. It was like the other party slamming down, looking at the momentum, it was really staggering, as if it was going to swallow him in one gulp......

This attack seemed simple, but it was the result of Ling Xian's reliance on his physical strength to exert the Thousand Illusion Body Method to the extreme.

The power of this punch is not inferior to the magic weapon of a monk of the same rank, and it is not ...... It's even much stronger.

"Refiner!"

The middle-aged man was also well-informed, and he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene.

After all, although the art of refining the body is also one of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, it is only popular among low-level monks.

It is quick to get started, but it is even more difficult to cultivate to the depths.

It has been calculated that he can build a foundation, but he has never heard of it, and as for the body refiners who can survive the three heavenly tribulations, they are all legendary characters.

He never imagined that he would have the opportunity to see it with his own eyes.

Or even against it.

If you say in your heart that you are not afraid, it is a lie.

After all, although the body refiner is behind the capital and the slower his cultivation, his strength is strong, but he is similar to the demon clan, and in a sense, he is better than the immortal cultivators of the same level.

Coupled with the fact that he had never fought with a similar enemy, he couldn't help but feel a little timid in his heart.

But fear is fear, and naturally there is no reason to sit still.

He was so anxious that he could only open his mouth suddenly, and a black fire erupted out of his mouth, and it exploded with a "bang", and the black fire actually turned into a shield.

Rumble!

However, the next moment, it was smashed to pieces by the tiger.

But the offensive couldn't help but slow down.

After having this respite, the middle-aged man's figure moved, and he immediately dodged the bombardment of this punch, but the expression in his eyes became more and more solemn.

With a missed blow, Ling Xian stretched out his hand and slapped it on his waist, and suddenly the blue light was like the sea, rolling up waves and monstrous waves, like the other party sweeping.

And Ling Xian's other hand was not free, and he pressed it lightly in the void.

Suddenly the golden light is dazzling!

What catches your eye is a flame the size of an egg.

Soon, it burst into flames, transforming into the form of a phoenix, spreading its wings, as if to burn the other party into ashes.

After doing all this, Ling Xian's figure blurred slightly, and he actually disappeared from the spot again.

The Thousand Illusion Body Method, tossing and turning, is comparable to teleportation within a hundred zhang.

When Ling Xian reappeared, he had already reached the back of the enemy, and with a raise of his right hand, he clenched it into a claw, grabbing it so lightly.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of breaking the air, and countless sharp claws appeared, like a raging storm, and they were like enemies shrouded away.

The old monster in the middle of the infant was shocked.

His cultivation is obviously slightly better, but he has been in danger one after another, and now he is even more on the line of life and death, and naturally his heart is full of anger and anger, which is indescribable.

He didn't have time to think about it, his figure slipped around in place, and countless black qi suddenly came out, protecting his figure.

Then the two flying swords soared into the sky, flying away like a phoenix transformed by the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Fire.

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