Painting of the Nine Immortals

In the dark stone house, Ling Xian looked dignified and waited.

The enemy is terrible, silent, but terrifying, even the flowers of the road can't resist. If it is not locked, his life will be accounted for here.

Therefore, Ling Xian's eyebrow glowed, her soul covered the audience, looking for traces of the enemy.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

And at this moment, the enemy appeared again, no different from before, leaving a few wounds on Ling Xian in an instant.

puff!

Blood splattered, Ling Xian suddenly became a blood man, his face became paler and even his body shook a bit. Not because of fear, but because of excessive blood loss and difficulty in standing.

This scene stunned the girl.

You know, Ling Xian was not beaten so badly in the face of the mysterious soul body. However, at this moment, she has no power to fight back, how can she not be shocked?

At the same time, tears filled the eyes, and the pain was so great.

However, Ling Xian is showing a bit of joy.

Because, just at that moment, he finally determined what was attacking himself.

wind!

The exact same wind he encountered before!

It is only because of the sand and stones in the tornado that it is visible to the naked eye, but the wind is now colorless and invisible, so it cannot be seen with the naked eye.

"No wonder you can approach me silently ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed with coldness, now that he knew what had attacked him, it was naturally defensive.

Right now, he was immersed in the mind and felt the flow of the wind.

brush…

The breeze was blowing slowly and softly, but it was like the legendary sword of the immortal sword. It was extremely sharp.

But this time, Ling Xian was not hurt.

He felt the movement of the wind, so he swept to the left and avoided the past.

Just then, the wind was divided into two parts, which were checked out from the left and right sides. Its sharp edge is like a fairy sword, even heaven and earth can be cut off.

This caused Lingxian to change color, and the imperial clothing and the flower of the avenue emerged together to carry out all-round defense.

He has felt the power of Divine Wind twice. Even the flowers of the avenue cannot be blocked. How dare he carelessly?

At the moment, he increased his defense to the strongest and shook two strong winds.

After that, Lingxian spurted blood and added new marks.

The wind's attack power is too strong, even with his defense and powerful flesh, he can't resist it.

"It's a terrible wind, isn't it ... it is the legendary wind of Tianwu?"

Ling Xian shook his heart and soul. Although he has not experienced the legendary Three Disasters wind, he can be sure that the current Divine Wind is even more terrifying than the most terrifying Three Winds.

Therefore, he thought of the wind of Tian Wu.

Like the fire of Zhu Rong, the wind of Tian Wu is the foundation of Tian Wu's life and his most powerful means.

The Liufeng tribe is a Tianwu legacy, and it is reasonable to have this style.

Therefore, while Ling Xian was shaking, her heart was fiery.

If he can tame this style, his combat power will definitely increase several times!

At the moment, Ling Xianmou's cold electricity, so the war will soar!

"Tian Wu Zhifeng, I'm going to order!"

With a loud shout, Lingxian is no longer a blind defense, but takes the initiative to fight against the magical wind!

And his initiative also stimulated the wind of Tianwu, instead of being gentle before, but turned into a violent strong wind.

boom!

The wind swept the Three Thousand Realms, destroying the Ninth Heaven, Tianwu Divine Wind roared freely, and Lingxian added new marks and blood.

At the blink of an eye, he became a downright blood man, unable to stand still.

Tianwu Divine Wind is too scary, even if it is unmanned or even incomplete, it is by no means the current Lingxian can compete.

"It's troublesome, I don't have a windshield."

Ling Xian smiled secretly. The reason why he was able to conquer the incomplete fire of Zhu Rong was due to the avoidance of fire.

Otherwise, it cannot be charged at all.

Right now, he is facing the same terrible wind of Heaven and Wu, but unfortunately he has no shelter beads. Naturally, it makes him smile a lot.

"If you continue like this, you will surely die."

Ling Xian sighed, calmly set the fairy boxing to shine for nine days and ten places, but it was difficult to blast the wind of Heaven and Wu, but the new injuries continued to spit blood.

After all, his cultivation is there. Even if the level of chaos is the unparalleled method of suppressing the people of all races, it is difficult to compete against the wind of heaven and Wu because of the limitation of cultivation.

"Heavenly Wushenfeng is really scary, and this is still incomplete."

Ling Xian was so impressed that he had already sensed that the Tianwu wind that existed here was not complete, only about one tenth.

And even if it is only one-tenth, he has no power to fight back. What a horror?

"You have to think of a way, otherwise, let alone charge, you have to take your life here." Ling Xian's brows froze, thinking of countermeasures while resisting the heavenly Wushenfeng.

After a few breaths, he thought of the scene when he was refining Zhu Rongzhen.

In previous years, he ignored the power of Zhu Rong's real fire and made himself into a desperate situation. The critical moment was when Tianzun's ancient blood boiled, suppressing the real fire, and then it was refined.

From this, we can see that Tianzun ancient blood has the ability to suppress Zhu Rong's true fire. And Tian Wu and Zhu Rong are both witch gods. Doesn't this mean that the ancient blood of Tianzun can also suppress the **** Wu's wind?

Thinking of this, Ling Xianxing's eyes lit up.

At the moment, he runs Tianzun Ancient Blood frantically, allowing him to boil from a calm state. Suddenly, the majestic momentum came out, covering the audience.

Tianwu Shenfeng also stopped flowing, and was obviously suppressed.

"It worked."

Ling Xian had a happy heart, fully operating Tianzun ancient blood, suppressing the heavenly Wushenfeng.

At the same time, the Yuanying villain opened his eyes, soaring twice as quickly as the soul swallowed the heavens and absorbed the heavenly Wushenfeng into his brows.

Suddenly, severe pain came, and Ling Xian's soul seemed to be torn, and his face was distorted with pain.

But he clenched his teeth and didn't hum.

Because this is a critical period, or a grand gamble. If he wins, he will control Tianwu Shenfeng, and if he loses, his soul will be crushed.

Although he can also choose to inhale the wind of Tian Wu, the results of the two are the same, and neither can escape death. Simply **** it into his most powerful soul so far. As a result, the success rate will undoubtedly increase by a few points.

"Refine me!"

Lingxian gritted her teeth, resisted the pain of the soul's tearing, and refined the wind of Tianwu with all her strength.

At the beginning, he was naturally in a disadvantage, because the spirit of Wu Wu exists in the wind of Tian Wu, how can he tolerate refining?

However, with the passage of time, Tian Wu Zhifeng's will gradually decreased, and the resistance was not so fierce.

This is due to the ancient blood of Tianzun. After all, even if Tianwu is strong, it will be shorter than the ancestral witch Pangu.

Therefore, half an hour later, Ling Xian finally refined the wind of Tian Wu and escaped from the edge of death.

This made him breathe in the air with a big mouth, and it took him a long time to put his mind on the result of his battle, that is, the Yuanying villain.

Afterwards, Ling Xian was stunned on the spot, looking at Yuan Ying's villain, but did not expect it to happen such a wonderful change.