Inverse Sword God

"You guys, get over here!"

The masked man Yumian Langjun looked at the disciples of the Black Tiger Gang who had been abolished.

"Who killed the violent tiger?"

"Devil, devil!" Those people looked terrified and kept shaking their heads.

Yumian Langjun had a stern expression on his face, and with five fingers turned into claws, he suddenly grabbed one of the disciples of the Black Tiger Gang.

The next moment, the man's head was scratched through, and traces of blood rose up and evaporated rapidly.

Yumian Langjun slightly closed his eyes, then opened them.

"It turned out to be a boy." He said lightly.

Just now, he used a special soul search method and saw the scene of Lin Xuan beheading the violent tiger.

Could it be that the disciple of the top sect, Mr. Yumian, wondered, at this age, only those disciples of great influence could have such means.

Other than that, there is almost no second possibility.

"No matter who it is, as long as they dare to attack the evil king's tomb, I will let him come and go!" There was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, let's meet this swordsman." Yumian Langjun took out a folding fan and waved it lightly.

Immediately, a bloodstain appeared on the necks of those Black Tiger Gang disciples, and dozens of them died in response.

Afterwards, the two of them swayed, disappearing into the ruins like ghosts.

After a long time, above the ruins, a slight sound suddenly sounded.

The violent tiger that was supposed to die suddenly trembled, and he opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing a trace of blood.

"Damn it, fortunately I mastered the method of feigning death, so I fooled that jade-faced gentleman."

"This revenge, I will definitely avenge it!" The violent tiger struggled hard, and began to frantically absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

The storage ring has been taken away by Lin, so he can't get any nourishment from the elixir.

"Little thief, I will repay today's revenge a hundredfold!" Baohu's voice was hoarse, with endless murderous aura.

As the second head of the Black Tiger Gang, he had never suffered such humiliation, and today he almost died in this evil king's tomb.

But despite his resentment, he didn't get carried away.

With his current strength, he can't take revenge at all, and besides, he has a deep fear of that jade-faced gentleman.

"Mr. Yumian, I didn't expect him to come!" Baohu's voice was dignified.

Rumor has it that Mr. Yumian is a disciple of the evil king, and he is ruthless, even more cruel than the evil king.

Ordinary spirit-melting realm warriors would have no way out when they encountered him, and even spirit-melting realm warriors would not want to provoke him.

It seems that the only way to use the blood demon fusion method is to use it. Baohu looked dignified and thought for a long time before he gritted his teeth and made a decision.

He propped up his broken body, and his palms quickly formed strange marks.

Immediately, the surrounding blood gathered and quickly rushed into his body.

Soon, his body was wrapped in a ball of blood cells.

After a long time, the blood mist exploded, and a withered figure appeared on the ruins.

The figure was dry all over, like a zombie, without any human appearance.

This is the violent tiger who casts all mysteries.

"The limit of the spirit fusion realm! I will definitely be able to kill that kid this time!" The violent tiger's voice was cold, and then his body drifted towards the distance like a gust of wind. Wherever he passed, countless bloody auras rose into the sky.

...

After Lin Xuan got the golden inner armor, he ran all the way.

Finally, he came to a huge grotto.

Countless gusts of wind formed Gang Qi, blowing out from the grotto, the breath was like a sharp sword light blowing on a person.

Ordinary Fuling Spirit Realm warriors simply cannot bear this strong wind.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan has comprehended the artistic conception of wind, and this strong wind has no effect on him.

His body was erratic, like catkins in the wind, blowing with the wind.

If you look carefully, you will find that every step of Lin Xuan is very mysterious, as if blending into the wind.

"Such a terrifying power of wind, could it be that this grotto is related to the Fengying Sword?" Lin Xuan frowned slightly.

He came to the Evil King's Tomb this time to look for the Fengying Sword to increase his strength. Now this grotto is very suspicious, and he will not miss it.

"Hurry up, kid, there are warriors in the Spirit Transformation Realm coming!" Master Jiu reminded suddenly.

Lin Xuan also suddenly sensed a violent force approaching rapidly. This force was very powerful, far surpassing that of Violent Tiger. With his current strength, he could not stop it at all.

He didn't dare to stay, turned into a gust of wind, and quickly burrowed into the grotto.

However, the moment he reached the grotto, the violent aura behind him had already arrived at the entrance of the cave.

"Leave it to me!" A cold voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Xuan felt the aura around him quickly condense, like two mountains pressing towards him.

"What a terrifying use of spiritual energy!" Lin Xuan was shocked.

He used all his strength to display the artistic conception of the wind, and let his body act in accordance with the wind.

In addition to being powerful in cultivation, warriors in the Spirit Transformation Realm are also more powerful in the use and understanding of spiritual energy.

A martial artist in the melting spirit realm can simply mobilize spiritual energy, while a warrior in the spiritual transformation realm can transform the surrounding spiritual energy into a part of his body, which is even more powerful.

Relying on the artistic conception of the wind, Lin Xuan narrowly escaped the catastrophe.

He turned into a flash of sword light and quickly entered the grotto.

"Hmph, you actually dodged it!" Yumian Langjun was surprised, even a martial artist at the peak of the Spirit Fusion Realm couldn't dodge her move.

Lin Xuan, a martial artist at the early stage of the Spirit Fusion Realm, went in safely.

"Some methods are worthy of being a swordsman who can kill violent tigers." Yumian Langjun sneered, but I still didn't like it enough.

"Brother, is this grotto the place where the Fengying sword is stored?" the woman in green asked.

"It is indeed the place where Fengying Sword is sealed, but how this kid knows about it is unknown."

"Let's go in quickly, so as not to be preempted by that kid."

"The Wind Shadow Sword is not so easy to obtain, even if he is allowed to enter a hundred years earlier, he will not be able to obtain it." Yumian Langjun is very confident.

However, he didn't want to waste time, so he swung his palm, and the violent wind tore apart, leaving a vacuum in the middle.

The two walked quickly into the cave.

...

After Lin Xuan entered the cave, he ran all the way. The reason why he was able to find the cave was entirely because of the little snow-white monkey.

There are other caves in the grotto, but Lin Xuan is not in the mood to watch it, let alone stay.

After all, there is a strong man in the spiritual realm behind him, who can kill him at any time.

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The little snow-white monkey made a divination, then pointed in one direction and shouted.

Lin learns what he wants, so he wants to go.

Suddenly, there was a terrifying aura fluctuation behind him.

"Boy, obediently leave it to me!" A big glass-colored hand grabbed at him.

There are strange lines on the palm, which makes the surrounding aura tremble.

"not good!"

Lin Xuan was shocked, he didn't expect the people behind him to catch up so quickly.

With all his might, Lin Xuan raised his speed to the extreme.

At the same time, he activated the black cloak to increase his speed again.

At the moment of crisis, he finally passed by with his big jade hand.

The terrifying aura fluctuated, causing him to keep retreating.

"Fengdi sword!"

Lin Xuan swung his long sword, splitting the spiritual pressure that was rushing towards him.

At the same time, the silent sword light rushed towards the jade-faced gentleman behind him.

"Small tricks!" Yumian Langjun sneered, and gently slapped the folding fan in his hand towards his side.

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