The middle-aged man's expression changed, his ten fingers flicked in unison, and several sword lights flew out, and then exploded with a "bang", turning into thousands of silk threads and shooting towards Ling Xian. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Turn swords into silk!

Ling Xian's face couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.

Although this is not a profound spell for an immortal cultivator of their realm, the other party is very proficient in casting it.

It can even be described as wishful.

That's not easy to deal with.

Could it be that the other party is a sword cultivator?

The so-called sword cultivation refers to immortal cultivators who do not drive other magic weapons, but only practice swordsmanship.

As the saying goes, it is better to know a hundred schools of thought than to specialize in one art.

The strength of high-level sword cultivators is far from being comparable to that of cultivators of the same level.

Fortunately, the other party's transformation into silk threads is just sword light, if he can cultivate the natal flying sword to such an extent, it will not be easy to deal with.

Thinking so in his heart, Ling Xian was covered in green mangs, rubbed his hands together, and a palm-sized shield flew up.

This treasure is simple in shape, the spirit is flashing, and what is even more strange is that there is a pattern of Tai Chi gossip on the surface, but it is not engraved when the descendants refine it, but it is natural.

After a twist, the shield turned into a square circle of several zhang and blocked in front of Ling Xian.

There was a clanging sound, and the silk thread transformed by the sword light had already hit it, and although the Tianyuan Spirit Tortoise Shield was trembling, its defense was still as strong as an iron wall.

The middle-aged man's expression became extremely cold.

With a flick of the robe, dozens of fairy swordfish swam out, each of which was only an inch in size, but the aura emitted from it was terrifying.

So many magic weapons?

Since Ling Xian embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, he had gone through twists and turns, and his knowledge was far above that of cultivators of the same level, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be startled.

As we all know, the materials of magic weapons are extremely rare, and they need to be cultivated with the primordial spirit in the body in order to continuously increase their power.

Therefore, even if the monk enters the Ning Dan period, there is only one natal magic weapon.

With the improvement of the realm and the enhancement of strength, the net worth naturally becomes richer, and there is financial resources to refine more treasures.

Theoretically, yes, but in reality, no one does it at all.

One natal magic weapon is enough.

Like Ling Xian, there are very few people who have dual-attribute natal magic weapons, let alone the dozens of magic weapons that spew out in one go.

I have never seen or heard of this before.

Dozens of fairy swords flew up and down around him, and the sound looked terrifying enough.

However, Ling Xian's face did not show the slightest hint of fear, but instead pointed forward, and with his movements, the Qianjiao knife was powerful, slashing at the opponent with lightning speed.

This guy is not easy to deal with, so Ling Xian didn't hide it, and directly started with the idea of striking first.

When the middle-aged man saw it, there was not the slightest fear on his face, his right hand pinched a magic trick, and swung it downward, and with his movements, one of the flying swords rose in the wind, turning into a wisp of fierceness, and killed towards Ling Xian.

Needle tip to wheat mang!

A sneer appeared on Ling Xian's face, the other party was inevitably too arrogant.

He actually used a flying sword against himself.

Do you want to test your own reality?

It's okay, then I'll kill him by surprise!

The thought in his mind turned, Ling Xian sneered, his left hand flipped over, and a simple painting scroll appeared in his palm.

Slowly unfolding, countless ghost mist suddenly filled several zhang circles, wrapping his body.

It wasn't over yet, and then the sound of the ghost crying wolf came to my ears.

From the mist, several hideous-looking ghosts, or green-faced fangs, or cloaks, all exuded a powerful aura and rushed towards the enemy.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man's face once again showed an expression of surprise, but his hand did not stop at all, and after changing several magic seals in a row, he also recited an obscure spell in his mouth.

On his left and right hands, a white ball of light the size of an egg appeared.

Then he unhurriedly pushed the ball of light forward.

Ling Xian was slightly surprised.

In front of the other party, there were obviously dozens of flying swords, why did he go far and far to cast any spells, could this ball of light be extraordinary?

Before this thought could be turned, the sound of stabbing came to his ears, and the speed of the ball of light seemed to be slow and urgent, and it collided with the two powerful ghosts in an instant.

Bang, a cloud of white mist burst out, the temperature of the surrounding ground dropped rapidly, and countless ice crystal particles actually appeared on the surface of the ghost, and spread upwards quickly, looking at this momentum, it won't take long for the two ghosts to be completely frozen.

Ling Xian's face was a little ugly.

The other party is really not an ordinary immortal cultivator in the Xuan period, you must know that the strength of these two powerful ghosts is almost comparable to that of Tongxuan.

Of course, it is only the early stage of the Xuanxuan, but it is by no means a mid-stage monk who can kill the ground in an instant.

Ling Xian's face turned cold.

Sure enough, it's a strong enemy!

There is no point in tempting.

A quick fix is the best option.

This thought turned in his mind, and Ling Xian did not hesitate to make a move.

As soon as the divine thought urged, the Qianjiao knife suddenly shone brightly.

There was no accident at all, and the immortal sword released by the other party was suddenly unable to resist, after all, Ling Xian's natal magic weapon was staggering.

However, the middle-aged man's face was not flustered, he snorted coldly, pointed at the flying sword in front of him, and in the buzzing sound, seven or eight cold lights immediately broke through the air.

A fairy sword can't hit you, so how about winning with more?

It's a pity that Ling Xian is not that easy to mess with.

He is also a battle-hardened figure, and with a flick of his robe, it is also a magic trick, and with his movements, the sound of the dragon's groan reaches his ears.

The light of the Qianjiao knife flickered, and it turned into a dragon more than ten zhang long.

It is majestic and vivid.

Then he waved his tail and greeted the seven or eight fairy swords without fear.

The next moment, the sound of clanging came into the ears, and I saw that the cold light was shining, and the two sides were very happy, and at first glance, they were still on par.

Ling Xian was a little surprised in his heart, the other party was only in the middle stage of Tongxuan, and his realm was as different as his own, how long had it been since a cultivator of the same level could fight with him?

After a slight hesitation, Ling Xian stretched out his hand, slapped it on the storage bag, and took out a fiery red gourd, which flashed in the wind, and it had become so large that it was already large enough to be square feet.

The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the number of Ling Xian's treasures was really staggering, in addition to surprise, he was also greedy, if he could destroy this young man, all the treasures on his body would belong to him.

Although he is a sword cultivator, even if he can't use these magic weapons, they are still a lot of wealth, and they can be auctioned......

This thought turned, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed the remaining fairy sword. (To be continued.) )