Four hundred and thirtieth chapters poor thieves Mo chase
The flying sword is flying in the small world.
Lin Zhao was covered with the luster of the Speed Talisman, and at the same time he activated Feijian Haoran's Ming Xing skill, which immediately greatly improved his survivability. He even took two swords from the eleventh level sword cultivator in the air and still survived, and even turned around and threw them to the opponent.
A bronze beast with teeth and claws.
"Just such a small trick?!"
The great demon swordsman roared, splitting the light with his long sword, splitting the bronze beast into two, and then rushed towards Lin Zhao again, but before he could get very far, he saw a group of machine birds flapping their wings coming towards him.
, these machine birds continuously shoot crossbow arrows from their mouths and spray out streams of flames from their abdomens, and every big demon has a share.
A group of big demons roared in the sky and used their magical powers to knock down the machine birds one by one.
Lin Zhao looked at the machine birds falling in the sky with a solemn expression. He had reached his limit. He had racked his brains in order to entangle these seven monsters. Moreover, Feijian Haoran still had three seconds left in his 30-second small world. He was about to reach his limit.
We are about to reach our limit. Now, Lin Zhao only hopes that the battle situation outside will change, and that Auntie, or Miss Lin, can gain the upper hand!
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The next moment, the seven great demons launched together, using spells, fist power, and sword energy to crush them in the air. Lin Zhao's physical strength was almost exhausted and he could no longer use the talisman, so he waved his hand and performed an invincible stunt.
, the special skill of the Epiphyllum Ring, the Qionghua Armor, was invincible for 5 seconds. Immediately, just as Feijian Xiaotiandi disappeared, the seven demons' spells, fists, and long swords hit Lin Zhao's body at the same time. He was instantly empty of blood, but his blood was
The empty man was immortal, Lin Zhao held the opponent's sword blade and fist tightly, and looked at the several big demons in the air with cold eyebrows.
"Whoosh!"
A ray of sword light passed by, and it was Lin Xuanzhi. The first time Lin Xuazhi came to Luoyan Mountain, he saw seven upper-level five-level demons besieging a human race's lower-level fifth-level white-robed sword cultivator. For a moment, Lin Xuanzhi was horrified. How many demons were there?
Lin Xuanzhi admires him for being such a fierce person. He can fight against seven great monsters in the eleventh realm from the fifth realm!
The next second, Lin Xuanzhi had already drawn his sword, and struck the Twelve Realm Great Demon Lu Xiuyuan on the back. At the same time, the light of the natal flying sword passed by, and a "chi" sound penetrated Lu Xiuyuan's left arm.
, as the blood spattered, Lu Xiuyuan let out a pitiful groan, and then took another sword strike from Zhi Zhi with Cheng Xin on his chest. No one thought that the balance of confrontation in Luoyan Mountain would actually change because of Lin Xuazhi's surprise attack.
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"Kill Lu Xiuyuan!"
In the distance, Lin Xingchu let out a low shout, and knocked away Nan Qingfeng's sky-wide spell with a sword. He raised his hand and swung a sword towards Luoyan Mountain. The sword fell from the sky like a trickle, and was invincible under Lin Zhao's invincibility.
At the moment when the stunt was about to end, the sword energy turned into seven crystal-clear water bubbles and enveloped seven eleventh-level monsters in them!
This is the River God of the Thirteenth Realm. The cage condensed with a ray of water-carrying sword intent is enough for seven great demons of the Eleventh Realm to struggle for a while.
"Thank you, aunt!"
Lin Zhao didn't look back. He knocked on the blood bottle and ran to a safe place, slipping away.
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On the mountain, the battle is still going on.
Zhi Zhi was a little dumbfounded at first. She didn't know where such a powerful eleventh-level human sword fairy suddenly appeared. But soon, she began to suppress it with more intense sword intent, and the ten demon soul swords turned into a rain of swords.
, constantly piercing through the defensive spells condensed by Lu Xiuyuan, while Lin Xuazhi also attacked fiercely and kept using his sword.
Direction to Muntjac Forest.
Lin Wanhua's sword was like lightning, filling half of the muntjac forest with strong sword intent. After half a minute, she began to become familiar with the sword technique used by Long Zheng. At the same time, the feeling of being overwhelmed by the dragon's breath at first became less and less.
With her adaptation, she even had a slight advantage, so at the moment when she used three swords in a row to briefly suppress Long Zheng's attack, Lin Wanhua handed out a sword towards Luoyan Mountain.
"Zhizhi, lower your head!"
Lin Wanhua's voice echoed in the midst of the fierce battle between Zhizhi Xinhu. She lowered her head suddenly without hesitation, and suddenly a sword light flew straight past, chopped up a strand of Zhizhi's hair and went straight to Lu Xiuyuan's throat.
"ah?!"
Lu Xiuyuan was shocked.
"Pfft!"
The next moment, Lin Wanhua's majestic sword energy swept past, and one of Lu Xiuyuan's heads rolled down from his shoulders. In fact, Zhi Zhi plus Lin Xuanzhi could indeed kill Lu Xiuyuan, who had been severely injured in the twelfth realm.
But it needs to be polished slowly, and its essence is exhausted bit by bit before it can be killed. But Lin Wanhua is different. Lin Wanhua is still at her peak. Her peak sword is the strongest sword among the twelve swordsmen in the world. This sword
Flying from the muntjac forest, he directly chopped off Lu Xiuyuan's head!
"pretty!"
Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help but admire him. Lin Wanhua was indeed Lin Wanhua. There was no doubt about the ability of the master of the Fusu Great Wall.
However, Lu Xiuyuan, who had his head cut off, was still shaking and seemed to be in great pain. His realm fell straight from the twelfth realm to the eleventh realm, but he did not die immediately. His body was swaying and seemed to want to fight again. This
This is a bit sensational. After all, even the most powerful monk will die if he is beheaded. Is this Lu Xiuyuan an exception?
His headless body still waved his arms, and used a series of natal spells to force Zhi and Lin Xuazhi back. At the same time, seven eleventh-level sword cultivators from Luoyan Mountain all rose into the air and entangled Zhi.
Lin Xuanzhi and two others.
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"Not good."
Nan Qingfeng, who was fighting against Lin Xingchu but couldn't defeat her for a long time, had a pretty face that turned pale. She frowned and sent a message to all the monster monks present: "Lord Lu Xiuyuan was severely damaged in his cultivation base. He is no longer here today."
We may have won the battle. The seven Eleventh Realm members have protected Lu Xiuyuan and led him to retreat. The others have withdrawn from the battlefield one by one. I will cut off the rear for everyone!"
"yes!"
In the air, flesh and blood continued to squirm around Lu Xiuyuan's neck. In the blink of an eye, a head shrouded in blood came out of his neck with a loud sound, and a second head actually grew. This head was much smaller than the previous one, and
The whole person's aura dropped a lot, reaching the eleventh level.
"ah?!"
Lin Zhao stood on the top of the mountain, with a demon-binding rope on his shoulders, dumbfounded.
"Xiao Zhao."
Lin Xingchu's message rippled in his heart: "Lu Xiuyuan's true identity is a two-headed parrot. He was born with two lives. Now that one life has been cut off by us, it is already a big profit. Please don't hunt him down. Monster
If the clan retreats, just retreat. Once you retreat, Luoyan Mountain will officially belong to you, and the demon clan will not dare to come back for a long time."
"Um!"
Lin Zhao nodded, looked at the many monsters flying in the air, and said in a deep voice: "Zhi Zhi, Muzhen, Chu Yu, everyone, please stop chasing them. Just let them go if the monsters leave. Qiong Kou Mo
Chase!"
Everyone stood in the wind, one by one.
In the direction of Muntjac Forest, Lin Wanhua stopped chasing after slashing her sword and watched Long Zheng go away. The moment Long Zheng, Nan Qingfeng, Lu Xiuyuan, Bai Ye and others met, Lin Xingchu suddenly waved his golden sleeves,
Suddenly, the water transport in the cloak behind her became more intense and overwhelming. She pointed her sword towards the sky, triggering a water transport in the Sword Washing River. A heavy rain fell from the sky. Every raindrop was a wisp of sword energy, covering all the monsters.
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"ah?!"
Nan Qingfeng was shocked.
Lin Xingchu suggested not to pursue the poor criminals, but in the end, she actually became murderous and it was she who wanted to pursue the demon clan. The reason why Lin Zhao ordered everyone not to pursue them was actually because they were afraid of causing accidental injuries.
"Lin Xingchu is crazy!"
Shi Jungang looked horrified: "Are you going to sacrifice the entire Xijian River's luck to kill us?"
The two demon monks of the eleventh realm were staggering, their bodies were penetrated by countless raindrops, and they were already dead in the wind and rain. Bai Ye, Shi Jungang and others were also struggling to resist, and even Shi Jungang could only resort to
A magic weapon to resist Lin Xingchu's offensive.
Nan Qingfeng gritted her silver teeth and had no other choice. She raised her hand and picked off one of her true life feathers. This feather was pure white and represented Nan Qingfeng's current highest mana. She waved her long sleeves and suddenly she had a true life feather.
The True Feather of Life shrouded the sky, protecting everyone from Lin Xingchu's extremely lethal heavy rain. The heavy rain crackled, and in the blink of an eye, Nan Qingfeng's face turned pale, and the True Feather of Life began to crack and shatter.
Fortunately, the power of Lin Xingchu's sword is almost the same. This sword is comparable to the Fourteenth Realm!
"Walk!"
Nan Qingfeng gritted his teeth, coerced everyone, and left the Luoyan Mountain area as quickly as possible.
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In the snowy Tianchi, two old friends fought fiercely for a long time.
Both of them were a little bit jealous. Tang Guangjun promised to give the other party fifty swords, and Fengquan really attacked with fifty swords. The swords were sharp and cut seven or eight sword marks on Tang Guangjun's arms and legs. After that,
It was Tang Guangjun's turn to attack fiercely, inflicting more than 20 sword wounds on Feng Quan's body, which was almost to the point of damaging Feng Quan's cultivation base.
At this time, the war in the south was over, and the demon tribe retreated.
"okay!"
Tang Guangjun suddenly sheathed his sword, his whole body was covered with sword steel, and said: "That's it for now. If I keep fighting, I'm afraid I'll kill you if I can't hold back. Then who will drink with me, Tang Guangjun, in the future!"
"That's okay!"
Feng Quan smiled happily, turned around, turned into a gray sword light and fell into the two military tents in Panyun Mountain, and went to heal himself. In fact, what Feng Quan wanted to do most was to lead a military tent to attack
Mountain, to level the snow-covered Tianchi in an upright and dignified way, he will take the lead and die without regrets. As for frequently going to the south for sneak attacks, he really doesn't like this kind of thing.
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Luoyan Mountain.
The knights in the snowy land raised piles of bonfires. Lin Zhao also raised a fire and roasted a deer leg. Lin Wanhua and Lin Xingchu had already left, leaving only Zhu Zhi, Muzhen, Chu Yu and others.
Accompanying him was Lin Xuanzhi, who looked slightly embarrassed. He was the Shanhailing of the Shanhai Division of Baidi City and was a third-grade official.
"You haven't asked for advice yet?"
Lin Zhao looked at him.
"oh……"
Lin Xuanzhi looked at Lin Zhao and knew that he was challenging seven fierce men of the upper five realms. He had a low level but a big heart, so he was filled with admiration. He clasped his fists and said, "Lin Xuazhi, Shanhai Division of the Great Shang Dynasty, third-grade Shanhailing.
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"oh……"
Lin Zhao nodded: "I once met a sixth-grade Shaofu Ling from the Shanhai Division. He was a bad person."
Lin Xuanzhi scratched his head and looked embarrassed: "The Shaofu Order may be bad, but the Shanhai Order... is basically good..."
