Painting of the Nine Immortals

Purple waters, in front of three bridges.

More than twenty figures stood like mountains, magnificent and heavy.

In particular, the elderly in white and middle-aged men were even more fierce and shocked the audience.

However, Lingxian cannot be deterred.

He stood proudly on the narrow bridge, his eyes gazing at the audience, and said, "Last time, don't block the way."

"Your threat is ridiculous."

The middle-aged man glanced at Ling Xian and said, "Single to single, I can suppress you, let alone join hands with them?"

"If you can suppress me, why dare not fight with me alone?"

Ling Xian's expression was calm, she said, "Shut up without guts, otherwise, it just makes people laugh."

"I don't want to talk nonsense with a dead man." The middle-aged man's eyes were cold and murderous.

The rest are the same.

Not only because Ling Xian occupies the narrow bridge in the middle, but also because his strength is too strong, it is the number one enemy for anyone present.

If he can be removed, he will undoubtedly be missing one of his biggest competitors.

As a result, everyone shot, and the sea was shaken, and the wasteland was shaken.

A wave of magical powers came across the waves, fierce as a dragon, shaking the world, especially the law of the white-clad elderly and middle-aged men, even more powerful.

"My way, you are not qualified to stop."

Ling Xian's eyes glowed fiercely, and the imperial clothing and the flowers of the avenue emerged in unison, forming an indestructible fortress to resist the magical powers of the sky.

Boom boom!

The explosion sounded through the clouds, and the ears kept ringing. Ling Xian took three steps back and looked pale.

No way, these more than 20 people are monks in the later period of transcendence, and the elderly in white and middle-aged men are the peak of transcendence.

Although the foundation is not good, but the realm is there, and it is a joint strike, naturally Ling Ling can't bear it.

"Simply three steps back?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, and so was the rest.

They joined forces to strike Ling Xian back three steps without seeing blood, which is undoubtedly an astonishing and shameful event.

Therefore, everyone felt that there was no light on their faces, and now they shot again, trying to put Lingxian to death.

"This bridge, I'm settled, no one wants to stop me!"

Ling Xianmu's cold electricity awakened, as the mortal fierce awakened, shaking the sky and swallowing the galaxy.

The next moment, he appeared in front of a man in Tsing Yi.

puff!

A spit of blood spewed out, and the man in Tsing Yi was unable to fall and lost the power of World War I.

Although he was a monk in the later period of transcendent realm, his foundation was too poor. Even if he tried his best, he could not stop Lingxian from doing it.

brush!

The dazzling sword light illuminates the deep sea, and Ling Xianning weathers the sword, causing the two to be bruised and spattered.

All this happened between the electric light fire, when the three men lost their combat power, the people realized what happened.

"kill!"

The middle-aged man was furious and had no magical power, shaking the waters.

The old man in white also pinched the baoyin, releasing a shocking momentum.

"Let me suppress them, and then confront you again."

Ling Xian spoke faintly, splitting the void with her bare hands, and avoiding the Supreme Master Fa of the two.

He knew that he could not resist the joint forces of the people, and even if he could block them, he would not be able to suppress them.

Therefore, he chose to defeat them one by one.

At present, Ling Xian appeared like a ghost behind an old man, raising his hands, condensing, and blasting out in one go, making this person spray blood with madness and fall.

This made the middle-aged man furious, not because his allies were injured, but because he realized Lingxian's intention.

The others also realized that they could not help changing colors.

The reason why they dare to attack Lingxian is because they are crowded. If they are broken one by one, then blocking Lingxian becomes a joke.

At the moment, everyone was desperately trying to interweave the Tianluodi net with magical powers, so Lingxian could not avoid it.

However, it is still impossible to stop Lingxian.

Everyone forgot one thing. Lingxian is not unable to stop their joint attack, but it is more difficult to resist, it is better to break them one by one.

boom!

The imperial treasure suit shines for nine days, and the flowers of the avenue are invincible. Although Ling Xian was shaken with blood and energy, she blocked all the attacks!

Then, he shuttled between the people, and every time he raised his hand, he would make one fall.

Unstoppable!

No one can stop it!

Ling Xian's outrageous power, especially in the case that he chose to break one by one, the crowd was like a piece of paper, and it was broken in a moment.

Bang Bang!

Blood stained the sea, shaking all directions, Lingxian went into a realm of no one, raging into the world, crushing the audience.

Within a short time, eighteen people had fallen, all seriously injured and unable to fight again.

Ling Xian was also injured. After all, the power of the people is extremely powerful. In the case of inevitable circumstances, he can only resist.

However, only minor injuries did not affect combat effectiveness.

Therefore, Lingxian is still fierce, so that everyone present is from the inner fear.

It was so terrible. Within a short time, he suppressed eighteen extraordinary monks in the late period. They were just monsters!

"Damn!"

The middle-aged man was furious and said, "Don't hide if you have the courage, fight face to face!"

"Soon."

Ling Xian faintly spoke, letting the middle-aged man hold back, for unknown reasons.

But soon he understood.

Because of this, Ling Xian laid down five more people. At this point, only the middle-aged man and the old man in white remained.

"Now, it's time to solve you."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, her body glowed, and she was as bright as the sun.

This made the middle-aged man and the old man in white take a subconscious step back. Although they did not want to admit it, they were indeed afraid.

Together with the 23 monks in the later period of transcendent realm, they were unable to kill Ling Xian. At this moment, only two of them are left. How could he fight with him?

But this is the end of the matter, the two have no retreat, and now they are going all out to shake the purple waters!

However, Ling Xian cannot be shaken.

Although they are two minor realms higher than him, the foundation is far worse than that, even if they join forces, they can barely parry.

Boom boom!

Emperor's fist fell, seven soldiers came out, Ling Xian introduced the power of Xia into the body, raised his hand and pitched his feet, showing invincible posture!

The middle-aged man and the old man in white are getting scared the more they fight, the harder they are bitter.

At this moment, they finally realized the gap between themselves and Ling Xian, let alone suppress him, whether they can survive is unknown.

"I said, you are not qualified to block my way."

Ling Xian swallowed the mountains and rivers, and with each punch, the two trembled and their blood twitched.

After a hundred strokes, it was a big mouth cough and blood, and the body cracked.

This stunned everyone at the scene. I didn't expect that the middle-aged man and the old man in white were beaten so badly when they joined forces.

If it is one-on-one, isn't it impossible to stop ten moves?

"kill!"

The middle-aged man went mad and used his best method.

The same is true of the elderly in white.

Both tried their best to try to reverse the situation in the strongest way and kill Ling Xian.

Unfortunately, it's just delusional.

The Lingxian Emperor's fist fell, and Jimo Ruxue's proud figure emerged. The delicate hand broke through all realms, and the invincible power covered nine days.

puff!

Blood splattered, and the middle-aged man and the white man were unable to fall, leaving the purple waters deadly.

Everyone stared at Ling Xian dumbly, and the crow and bird were silent, and the needles could be heard.