The sword breath as white as a lotus flower crossed the sky, distant and beautiful, ethereal and mysterious.

Under Xu Lin's eyes, quietly blooming, under the icy and snowy temperament, is a graceful figure, in mid-air, like snowflakes dancing lightly, graceful and colorful, it is the cold sword light whistling the cold wind.

Immediately a folding fan appeared, with mountains and rivers painted on it, wandering between the sword lights, even if it was a little clumsy and jerky, but in a short time, it did not show defeat.

Xu Lin glanced at Shang Zhili's wolf-like face with some disgust, but he was surprised by the scenery displayed by the folding fan.

The mountains are stacked, the rivers hover between the mountains and mountains like a white horse, the picture is clear, the peaks are solid, when the sword light is slashed down, Shang Zhili can repeat the same scenery repeatedly.

Like a scroll of pictures spreading, shaped in mid-air, from the gentle shake between Sumeru, it is really chic, if it weren't for the injuries of that body, Xu Lin really thought that this guy could be at ease under the sharp sword of Qing Ming.

Relatively comparatively, the hard-to-hard here, between the Qingxuan Zhenren and the Tuoba Bear, there is indeed some subtlety at all, one oppresses people with power, just like the martial artists in the world, and what about the Qingxuan Zhenren? With the method of moving the four elephants, and then with the timely attack of the Shangfu Dao all the way, it is a somewhat one-sided situation.

Xu Lin touched the golden hilt of the sword pinned to his waist, and looked at the comings and goings of Monk Qingming Zhili, his current cultivation has basically stabilized at the peak of the step void, and there is still one order away from being able to go straight to the realm of real people, but even the gap of this step can be thousands of miles away.

Still thinking of the soul mirror in his hand, when this treasure that had been with him for a long time appeared, Xu Lin did not immediately cover it to Shang Zhili or Tuoba Xiong, but Qing Ming.

Xu Lin doesn't like Qingming, not only because she is a person, but mainly because there are too many prejudices between each other, especially the keen senses of this girl, which is really chilling.

Qing Ming Zhenren saw Xu Lin, Qing Xuan Zhenren also saw it, and even the two Demon Sect had already recognized this kid, but the battle situation on both sides was urgent, and no one had time to take care of this unknowingly dead and alive step, you must know that the battle between real people, even if it was a moment of distraction, could cause a situation that was difficult to remedy.

On the bronze ancient mirror, there is a faint gold, the brilliance of the flash, did not immediately pounce on the air, but there is an exquisite figure in the mirror, in the golden light, graceful like flowers and branches swaying.

Xu Lin smiled, watching the shadow under each sword light rise up, looking at the spatial direction of the moving figure, and the lotus flower with the gesture, and finally Xu Lin's eyes flashed with greedy light, and just when the ghost curtain was formed, he muttered: "The sword shadow is falling!"

The most bizarre and unpredictable of the four sword tricks, and the one with the heaviest killing intent, was presented again in front of Xu Lin's eyes, and the Youlian bloomed, and the killing intent was everywhere.

For a long time, Xu Lin didn't remember that the soul mirror still had the function of recording, because he felt that this kind of supernatural power was too chicken.

For a Taoist cultivator, it may not be possible to remember it, but with something like jade slips that can be completely recorded, the storage power of the soul mirror can also be realized in some recorded jade slips, so Xu Lin didn't care about it at first.

It wasn't until he saw Qing Ming's sword intent true trick that he understood that there were some things that Yu Jian couldn't fully sense and record, but the soul mirror was different.

Not only can it record what it sees, but it can also effectively analyze the changes and fluctuations of the vitality of heaven and earth, just like now, Qing Ming real people stand in the air, step on the seven stars, and the tricks rise, the afterimage is repeated, and the sword momentum floats, implicating the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, in which the qi changes, but it is difficult to find.

But the soul mirror completely analyzed the subtlety of it to Xu Lin very thoroughly, every trick of Qing Ming Zhenren, every change in the sword momentum, in the slightest, implicated a series of untraceable thin lines, so that Xu Lin could penetrate the qi lines in it.

"That's wonderful!" Xu Lin looked greedy and admired.

The sound of the sword crashing is dominated by the thunderous sound wave shock, which can make the locked objects within the radius, and the whole body resonate with the sound of the sword, so that it cannot dominate its own body, which is somewhat similar to the soul-fixing golden light of the soul mirror.

The Void Hidden Sword is different, whether it is sword breath or sword light, it can be outside of space, and then it can suddenly pour down, taking the path of sneak attack.

Only this sword shadow is a complete sword killing technique, taking the world's anger and resonating with the killing intent of the swordsman, and then drawing out the god-killing power of the Nine Shadows, and then using the sword intent to completely catalyze it.

It can be said that this style of sword intent is the most lethal sword trick that Xu Lin has ever seen, but it is the most consistent with his own sword intent.

I'm lucky, but I can't miss it at this time!

Xu Lin firmly watched the scene of ghosts gathering between heaven and earth, and within the zhangxu, it seemed to be able to isolate a qiē shadow, and completely enveloped Shang Zhili in an instant.

A scene falls, it is the end, in the darkness, a huge sword shadow, violently slashed, the ghost cried and howled, annihilating a qiē that could be annihilated, under that curtain, everything can be chopped, full of killing intent, overflowing with Qing Ming's sword, the killing intent on that face, also in this last sword, unstoppable falling.

Fighting for the cultivation of his whole body, Shang Zhili erupted in despair, the folding fan in his hand, and the pictures of mountains and rivers extended in the darkness one by one, trying to break through the shadow range that the ghost could envelop, but the sword was so fast that when Xu Lin didn't even react, a terrible roar came from his ears.

"It's unwilling!" Xu Lin was in the power of the sword technique, but he never forgot to put away the soul mirror in time, and then watched the rainstorm of blood fall, bathed in the smell of blood, the moment Xu Lin closed his eyes, when he opened his eyes again, in mid-air, only the dark lotus that seemed to come from under the nine shadows, blooming white and flawless, fragrant, it was the breath of blood.

With the success of the sword, Qing Ming Zhenren did not stop his figure, glanced at Xu Lin who was standing still in the distance, and then rushed to the battlefield of Qing Xuan Zhenren and Tuoba Xiong without looking back.

Sword maniac, sure enough, Xu Lin laughed at himself, and then approached the place where the two had just fought each other, bent down and picked up a folding fan, the light flickered, dazzling, the scenery of mountains and rivers, and suddenly entered the soul, Xu Lin's mind froze, and immediately closed the folding fan in his hand, and admired in his heart, it was really a baby!

Shang Zhili's body was halved from the middle, the blade of the sword fell, extremely sharp, and the wound was smooth as if it were natural, Xu Lin sighed twice, and then took off the storage bag on his waist without care, and sat on the ground, looking at the distance with interest, Tuoba Bear was going to be unlucky.

I can still remember the situation when I went back down the mountain, and I was a little scared when I thought about it now, but after so many years, this guy has not grown up.

Xu Lin looked at Tuoba Bear's torso like a black bear, looked at the anger that erupted from the depths of his eyes, and watched him continue to attack Qing Ming's sword style with a fighting force under the successive defeats, until Qing Xuan Zhenren took out a jade rune, and in that aura explosion, this guy was finished.

Xu Lin looked at the Tuoba Bear who was still struggling, and looked at him with a sad and angry look, as if he was like a wolf in despair, roaring in a low voice, bursting out with his last light of life, or a darkness, full of black demonic energy between heaven and earth, murderous like a ghost's breath, but it is difficult to cross Sumeru, and can only lament that fate is like this, in vain!

Half an hour passed, Xu Lin was still sitting in place, sometimes fiddling with the green mang's sharp cone in his hand, and sometimes tapping the ground with a folding fan, completely without the momentum that could shake the world in the distance, he could have a subdued attitude, he was bored and completely lazy.

Brushed the folding fan aside and put away the sharp cone Qingmang, Xu Lin suddenly thought of something, when the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, Qing Ming's sword light had already pierced into Tuoba Xiong's chest, but this guy was as fierce as a beast, and he actually shook his chest open regardless of his life.

When the blood donation burst out, Xu Lin still thought about his previous thoughts, and unconsciously took out a cyan jade bottle from the Six Treasures Ring.

Shaking the bottle and holding it in front of his eyes, Xu Lin sniffed lightly, and then smiled again with an intoxicated expression.

The jade bottle was blocked in the center, Xu Lin squinted his eyes, and at one glance he saw the milky white halo in the cyan, and the other eye saw the blood spraying all over the sky, and on the body of the Tuoba Bear like a ghost, this guy was still fighting for his life.

"There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. The purple jade talisman, with purple smoke, reflected on Tuoba Xiong's face, and the blood beads were flooded, and it was a faint chill.

Qing Xuan Zhenren's jade talisman finally burst open again, in that cloud of purple smoke, Tuoba Xiong's body, completely annihilated in purple and black, a jade talisman, a talisman seal Dao method, mellow and free two phases, and a sharp blade to cut the sky and the earth, the two of them have a scene, and the fluttering demeanor is outstanding.

But what Xu Lin saw was always the kite with a broken string, watching the corpse fall to the ground, the blood rain drifting, bursting into fog, exploding a square area, and nothing else.

Life, just like this blood mist, for a person who can survive, the end of the dead, there will always be a splendor that makes the living obsessed, a moment of eternity, a moment of stopping.

So he smiled again, but he didn't mean to stand up. Seeing Qing Ming and looking at Qing Xuan, the two of them stood in the air, the appearance of the immortal was still fluttering, and within a few moments, they were already standing in front of Xu Lin. (To be continued......)