Ling Xian's face changed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Shouldn't the other party be seriously injured, how can they fight back so quickly?

Suspicious in his heart, Ling Xian's movements were not slow at all, his hands pinched the trick, and the Qingling Sword was magnificent, and it rose in the wind, and the cold light shone out, slashing towards his feet.

Thorn ......

Everywhere he passed, the gray hurricane was broken, but a hideous ghost claw emerged, and actually caught the Qingling Sword.

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, this black ghost claw was a hundred feet long, and the whole body was burning with cyan ghost fire, and the Qing Spirit Sword was a little unable to resist.

And the matter didn't end here, and then the fire flashed, and countless runes flew down from the arm of the ghost claw, slightly blurred, and turned into countless ghosts.

Some had blue-faced fangs, some had their heads, and some had sharp fingers, one by one, they were not afraid of death, and they pounced towards Ling Xian......

At the same time, a powerful spiritual pressure fell from the sky, as if it had locked Ling Xian.

If you change to an ordinary immortal cultivator, it will be difficult to deal with this situation.

However, a hint of ridicule flashed at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth.

Show amateur skills in front of an expert!

Ling Xian's sleeve robe flickered, and the aura flickered, and a fiery red gourd flew out, but it rose in the wind, becoming similar to an attic.

Then the mouth of the gourd opens.

Countless fiery red grains of sand spewed out.

"It's ......"

The voice of the Ghost Spirit Ancestor came into his ears, and his tone was full of anger, this was his own spirit treasure, and it actually fell into the hands of Ling Xian, originally he would be suspicious of what he said, killing his other clone, but now it seems that all this is true.

"Ling boy, I'm going to drain your soul and refine your soul!"

"Hmph, don't be ashamed, wait until you really have the ability to brag again. ”

After Ling Xian finished speaking, he stretched out his fingers.

The wind was blowing, and the dense grains of sand became much larger, like a meteorite falling, and smashed viciously towards the opponent.

The power of the spirit treasure is not bad, and those ugly-looking imps were suddenly smashed into pieces.

Ling Xian was not satisfied, and pointed at the sword, slashing forward.

There was no sound, but the Ghost Spirit Ancestor felt a cold sweat behind him, he didn't dare to slack off, and he didn't have time to think about anything, so he flew out of the oblique stab, but he was still a step too late.

Although he dodged the vital point, one of his arms was missing.

Space Rift!

The Ghost Spirit Ancestor's face was extremely gloomy, and his expression was full of incredulity.

Could it be that the other party has comprehended the laws of space, how is this possible?

It's too late to think about it.

Spatial fluctuations were combined, and Ling Xian teleported and reappeared in front of him again.

With his right hand raised, the Fire Phoenix Sword emerged, and Ling Xian reached out to hold it, slashing forward.

The movements were extremely dexterous, and the whole process was even more silent, but the splitting surface saw a magnificent and abnormal sword aura, and the momentum was extremely grand.

But in the blink of an eye, it quickly disappeared, and all the sword qi seemed to be compressed together and turned into a slender crystal filament.

The Fire Phoenix Sword has lifted a layer of seals, and the power is already ridiculously large, and the secret technique of turning the sword into silk is cast, and on the basis of the original, there is a bonus effect.

The Ghost Spirit Ancestor's face was full of horror, but it was too late to hide, so he slapped his waist in a panic, and sacrificed seven or eight treasures in a row and blocked him in front of him.

The next moment, the slender sword wire flashed.

And then...... There is no then.

The Venerable Master was still standing there for a long time.

No, his face was full of fear.

Cracking sound......

A series of soft sounds came to his ears, and then the seven or eight treasures he sacrificed were all shattered.

No...... It was not only the treasure that was shattered, but even his body dissipated into nothingness with the wind.

The Ghost Ancestor has fallen.

Ling Xian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The other party is not as strong as he imagined.

Coupled with the effect of the raid brought by teleportation, let yourself win cleanly.

Of course, the Fire Phoenix Sword, which has greatly increased its power after lifting the seal, also contributed a lot.

All in all, this victory is suspicious of cheating, but a win is a win.

Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and a storage bag came into view.

No, it's two storage bags.

Ling Xian's face showed a hint of playfulness, needless to say that one of the storage bags was naturally from that Heavenly Sword Ancestor.

Ling Xian had no intention of returning it, and unceremoniously threw himself into his arms.

And with the powerful enemy ambushing him, the scene in front of him was blurred, and soon, Ling Xian found himself back in the Flying Sword Valley.

"Uncle Shi!"

Taixu's voice reached his ears, and his face was full of ecstasy.

He knew that Ling Xian's strength was not trivial, but the Spirit Ghost Master was also a figure who made the three factions fearful, and his strength was far from being something that the cultivators of the Xuan Stage could contend with.

Naturally, I was extremely worried.

It's not that he has a deep friendship with Ling Xian, but now that the Huayu Sect is weak, he relies on Ling Xian alone to support the overall situation, if he falls here, the future of this sect is simply not to think about.

I'm always on the lookout.

Now that Ling Xian is safe, a heart is finally placed in his chest.

Ling ...... Senior Ling, what about the old monster?"

The Flying Sword Valley Ghost Venerable also flew over, his face full of vigilance.

"Don't worry, he's been defeated by me. Ling Xian said lightly, his face was unfathomable.

"What, the senior actually won?"

The scene was full of exclamations, although neither of them could use common sense to figure it out, and they also hoped that Ling Xian could win in their hearts, but deep down, they still recognized that the Ghost Venerable Master was stronger.

"Not bad!"

Ling Xian's face showed a hint of pride, when it was time to be high-profile, he couldn't hide it.

Everyone was skeptical, and they released their divine senses one after another, but naturally they found nothing, and they did not find any clues to the ghost master, as if he had never been here.

"Senior, you said you defeated this guy......" The man in brocade said cautiously.

Ling naturally didn't talk nonsense. ”

"Then why don't you see any clues about him?"

"The other party's body has fallen, but Yuan Ying took the opportunity to run away. ”

"Yuan Ying ran away?"

"Well, the other party knows several life-saving secret techniques, which is really difficult to deal with, Ling Mou is not careful, so he let it escape. ”

Ling Xian said matter-of-factly.

Of course, this is a lie, in fact, the other party's Yuanying has also fallen.

However, Ling Xian said this with a purpose.

First of all, the reason why the Venerable Ghost Master came here must have his purpose.

Otherwise, it is reasonable, even if the other party wants to retaliate, it should be looking for Huayu Sect, not Flying Sword Valley.

And he also took great pains to find trouble with the other party's Great Elder, if he was not mistaken, it was most likely to snatch a certain treasure.

Did you get it?

Ling Xian didn't know.

But I feel that the other party's hope of success should be great.

And that treasure is mostly in the Great Elder's storage bag.

If it is said that the Ghost Spirit Master has fallen, the Flying Sword Valley will most likely track down the whereabouts of that treasure, or even the Great Elder's storage bag, will he return it at that time, or will he not return it? )