Painting of the Nine Immortals

The sun was falling and the forest was silent.

Ling Xian hasn't done anything for three years, but now he is attacking strongly. In a blink of an eye, the sword is dissipated. Li's ancestor was choked by his throat and couldn't move.

This result shocked everyone!

Everyone was dull, and their eyes were full of wonder.

Even the two who were strong in the foundation period of Chen Chu are the same. They looked at Lingxian unbelievably, a cold chill, sprang up.

fast!

too fast!

Everyone at the scene only felt that when a flower bloomed in front of them, the grand old ancestors would restrain it, but that was a powerful monk who was actually killed by a trick. How incredible is this? !!

Of course, for these people, this matter is indeed incredible, but for Ling Xian, it is already a common occurrence.

Three years ago, he could wipe out the foundation, and now he has reached the peak of the foundation. In this realm, he has reached the extreme. A monk in the middle of the foundation is not in his hands.

"Ahem, let go ... let go of me."

Li's ancestor was flushed, and he yanked down the hand that held his throat with both hands. However, no matter how hard he tried, the slender palm kept his throat chopped and never moved.

"I haven't shot in three years. I thought the first battle, even if I couldn't make my heart beat, at least I could get two moves. I didn't expect you to be so weak." Ling Xian looked calm, didn't deliberately ridicule, and didn't exaggerate, just in Recount a fact.

However, this sentence fell in the ears of Li's ancestors, but it became a kind of contempt. As a powerful foundation-building monk, he was one of Yangcheng's few big men. When did he suffer such insults?

But right now, he has to suffer and suffer!

Life is held in Lingxian's hand, he must swallow this breath, otherwise his life will be lost.

"Ahem ... please, please spare my life, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you." Li's ancestor flushed and begged.

"When a cow is a horse? Forget it, I don't need your weak servant." Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. His method has always been to cut grass and roots, leaving no room for it.

I go to your uncle!

Is that weak?

Obviously you are too strong, okay? !!

Li's ancestor yelled in his heart, and the others were weird, with the same mindset as him.

All the people present could understand it, it wasn't that Li's ancestors were too weak, but Lingxian was too strong!

It is so strong that you can easily solve an ordinary foundation-building monk with only one move.

"Ahem, it's not that I'm too weak, but that you're too strong." Li's ancestor argued.

"Since I'm so powerful, it's even more useless for you to stay." Ling Xian raised his mouth, and twisted his right hand to the left in the horrified gaze of Li's ancestor.

"Ka!"

With a crisp sound, Li's ancestor's eyes widened, and he was absolutely furious.

"hiss!"

Suddenly, everyone in the room took a breath, and their bodies could not help but choke up.

Witnessing the death of Li's ancestor in Yangcheng, who was calling for the wind and rain, was so unimaginable. Together with Chen Ying and Chu Xiong who were the foundations, they were also a little disturbed, not to mention the **** of the gas refinement period .

Especially the young man in Li's family, when he saw the ancestor's death, he shivered and became extremely frightened.

"Now, it's your two, let's go together. I hope I can do more with me." Ling Xian shook her arm and flung Li's ancestor's body aside, then she turned her eyes to Chen Ying and Chu Xiongji. people.

"What an arrogant boy, let me take your fate!"

Chen Ying's face was somber, with white hair flying, terrible momentum emerged from the body, magnificent, and shocked the wild.

However, when he wanted to do something against Ling Xian, Chu Xiong around him stopped him and said in a deep voice: "Brother Chen is slow. This son is too strong. We may not be opponents, but we should go to the insurance point together."

"It's okay." Chen Ying nodded, and the bottom of his heart was the same, so he showed the speed that Lingxian just showed, and he knew clearly that he was definitely not the opponent of this young man.

Chu Xiong is also well aware, but this is the end of the matter, there is no way to retreat, only to fight hard.

"Black scale armor!"

Chu Xiong shouted, a piece of black armor emerged, and he immediately put it on his body, flowing a black light.

"Aoki Shield!"

Seeing Chu Xiong using his magic weapon, Chen Ying also summoned his strongest defensive magic weapon, only to see a blue shield appearing all over his body, exuding an immovable breath.

"Everything is an eight-class magic weapon? Yes, it should be able to stop me from hitting it." Ling Xian smiled slightly, without any fear. Since his power breakthrough, he has not tried to what extent the physical dominance, is it really Can be compared to the eight treasures.

Now that there are two eight treasures sent to them, Ling Xian naturally will not be polite, his body flickers, and he immediately appears in front of Chu Xiong, then raises his right hand and throws a punch!

This punch did not use half of the mana, it was just pure physical power, but the power was still unstoppable!

"What a perverted physical power!"

Chuxiong's pupils shrank, and he instantly understood the huge gap with Lingxian. However, this fist came too fast and could not dodge at all.

"boom!"

With one punch, the scale armor was intact, but Chu Xiong was white and his body was involuntarily set back.

"Well, this piece of scale armor has a good defense." Ling Xian praised and raised her hand again, but this time, instead of bombarding with a fist, she struck Chu Xiong's chest with her palm.

In this attack, Ling Xian still did not use her power, but she exerted her strength.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the scales were cracked, Chu Xiong coughed up blood, and looked at Ling Xian's eyes full of horror.

What a terrible body!

This is the eight treasures of the Lord's defense, which actually cracked under the palm of Lingxian. What a horror!

"Damn, how strong is this kid's physical body, that's the magic of eight grades." Chen Ying was shocked and finally realized how terrible the young man was.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Ling Xian smashed the black scale armor with one palm, ending Chu Xiong's life, then he turned his eyes to Chen Ying, and locked it coldly.

"Now it is your turn."

The faint word fell, Ling Xian's figure flickered, as if ghosts generally appeared in front of Chen Ying, and her right leg was raised high, as if she pulled her tail horizontally.

Suddenly, the strong winds spread around and swept across all directions!

Chen Yinghan was upside down, and hurriedly injected all his mana into Aoki Shield, hoping to use this magic weapon to block Lingxian's leg!

However, he underestimated Lingxian's strength.

Listening to the sound of ‘click’, Aoki Shield first cracked a tiny gap, and then, the gap began to widen, and finally broke completely!

"puff!"

A spit of blood squirted, Chen Ying's eyes widened, and he couldn't stare.

Suddenly, the scene was silent and the needle could be heard.

All eyes gathered on Ling Xian, full of awe, as if the young man was not alone.

But a deity.