Chapter 1651 The seventh form of Huangquan swordsmanship!
"Holy Spirit Pattern!"
At this moment, Lin Bei's pupils shrank slightly.
Lin Bei did not completely understand the Holy Spirit Clan. In addition, after contacting the Holy Spirit Clan in the Void God Realm, Lin Bei also learned some of the Holy Spirit from the mouths of Big Black Dog, Li Jian and others.
News from the clan.
At this moment, Lin Bei immediately recognized it.
The patterns that highlighted around Mo Xue are the Holy Spirit patterns unique to the Holy Spirit clan.
It is said that in the Holy Spirit clan, the Holy Spirit pattern is divided into nine levels.
The patterns that were excited around Mo Xue were light golden, which was definitely a high-quality Holy Spirit pattern.
At this moment, with Mo Xue's low roar, as she waved her hands, the surging power that had already condensed in her body suddenly burst out at this moment.
And those Holy Spirit Patterns also exploded instantly, attaching to the power that Mo Xue burst out.
Finally, it turned into a palm with light golden patterns.
The power contained in this palm is about 30% stronger than the power that Mo Xue simply burst out.
"Domain, Wuji!"
The simple domain failed to break through the dead energy domain around Lin Bei. Mo Xue now integrated the power of that domain into this palm.
Suddenly, it exploded.
The void was broken and everything was silent. Even the violent void turbulence was suppressed under Mo Xue's palm.
After being injured from Lin Bei's sword, Mo Xue burst out into the strongest attack in the deep sea ravine, under the imperial level.
Terrible pressure came overwhelmingly.
Lin Bei felt a stinging sensation all over his body, and Lin Bei was extremely shocked.
If it weren't for his special condition now, Lin Bei would not see any hope in the face of Mo Xue's palm.
I am afraid.
He will definitely die.
But now, although Lin Bei felt an unprecedented crisis from that palm, he also let Lin Bei know that he was not powerless to fight.
"Huangquan Sword Technique, the second style, Jinghong!"
"Huangquan Sword Technique, the third style, Guixu!"
Lin Bei activated the Huangquan Sword Technique again, and in an instant, he successively performed the second and third styles of the Huangquan Sword Technique.
Lin Bei knew that he had no choice but to escape.
Since that's the case, then fight back.
As Lin Bei used the Huangquan Sword to activate the Huangquan Sword Technique, he used the second and third styles of the Huangquan Sword Technique. In this deep sea stream, the revived ancient battlefield, the blood evil spirits were completely slaughtered by the Huangquan Sword.
Mobilize.
Cooperating with the divine source and death aura that was injecting wildly into the Huangquan Sword in Lin Bei's body.
"Boom!"
Between the second and third styles of Huangquan Sword Technique, Mo Xue, the Supreme Heaven, was angry and afraid, and he shot out with all his strength, enough to kill all the other supremes in the deep sea stream.
Defeat in the air.
Even those Holy Spirit patterns have been wiped out.
"How is this possible?"
Mo Xue was shocked, and the damage to the Holy Spirit Patterns made her face pale, and she was extremely frightened.
Not only her.
Even the five emperor-level powerhouses in the foreign land at high altitude changed their faces one after another.
Lin Bei's two consecutive swords actually burst out with such power?
Lin Bei himself was also surprised at this time. He did not expect that the two swords just now would burst out with such a powerful force that would destroy the world.
"kill!"
The next moment.
Lin Bei held the Huangquan sword technique and suddenly rushed out.
"Huangquan Sword Technique, the fourth style, Xing Destruction!"
"Huangquan Sword Technique, the fifth style, swallowing the moon!"
"Huangquan Sword Technique, the Sixth Style, Burial Day!"
Lin Bei used the Huangquan sword technique to use the Huangquan sword.
As Lin Bei performed the fourth, fifth and sixth styles of Huangquan Sword Technique one after another, the deep sea stream became completely boiling.
From Li Long, Tian Lu, and the five emperor-level powerful men, you can find it from the angle from the invisible high altitude.
In this entire deep sea stream, the revived ancient battlefield death aura actually gathered in the direction of Lin Bei.
Or, to be more precise, it was gathering towards the Yellow Spring Sword in Lin Bei's hand.
The Huangquan Sword was like a whirlpool, stirring the entire deep sea stream under Lin Bei's waving.
Sword marks are intertwined in the sky!
In the deep sea stream, with the north of the forest as the center, it spreads out. Within a radius of a hundred miles, wherever there is a dead evil spirit, it evolves into sword marks.
Even if it exceeds this range, the dead evil spirits are still gathering in the direction of the Huangquan Sword.
Once you enter this range, all of them will turn into sword marks.
And those sword marks cover the sky and the sun.
"Huangquan Sword Technique, the seventh style, Zhentian!"
At this moment, Lin Bei realized in his heart.
He understood the seventh style of Huangquan Sword Technique, the meaning of suppressing the sky.
Lin Bei closed his eyes.
At this moment, Lin Bei felt that he had entered a wonderful state.
What are the deep sea streams, the desert snow, and the void turbulence? Lin Bei felt that everything around him seemed to have disappeared.
In his world, there is only the Yellow Spring Sword and only the sword marks all over the sky.
He and the Huangquan Sword and the sword marks all over the sky seemed to be integrated into one.
"Zhentian!"
As Lin Bei thought, he led the sword marks in the sky suddenly gathered, turning into a torrent of sword marks and burst out, with great potential to suppress all things in the world, kill everything in the world, and move forward.
"Boom!"
When Lin Bei opened his eyes.
The sword marks in the deep sea stream had disappeared.
And not far from Linbei, Mo Xue has disappeared.
Under the impact of the torrent of sword marks, Mo Xue was extremely frightened. No matter how strong she was, she could only resist for a while.
final.
Mo Xue had no choice but to do anything in the torrent of sword marks. She was as if she had suffered a lingchi, and was hit by the countless sword marks on every inch of her skin on her body.
When the sword marks storm disappears.
There is no trace of the snow in the world!
Even if it was a drop of blood, it never left behind!hf();