Soul Devouring Sword Master

boom! boom...

Within the formation, various energy attacks came and went, one wave after another, like a Shura field, full of killing and blood.

"Ah, ah..."

Screams sounded one after another.

Not long after, seven or eight of the dozens of Yin family masters were dead.

After all, they are all fourth-level mid-level formations, superimposed on each other, and their power can be imagined. Only a master like Yin Yan can barely resist one or two.

The spiritual pattern formation does not last long, only a dozen breaths, but for the people in the formation, it is extremely long, and it is simply the torment of death.

In the end, the formation disappeared, and only three of the Yin family survived.

Except for Yin Yan, Yin Cai, and the silver-haired young man, everyone else died.

These three people all have the cultivation level of the seventh level of the spiritual realm. It is no wonder that they can withstand the repeated bombings of the fourth level formation. However, even if they survived, they all suffered a lot of injuries and were a little embarrassed.

Whoosh...

The three of them, Yin Yan, were panting heavily, their breaths were a little sluggish. They raised their heads and stared at Lin Xiao above. The murderous intent was as real as if it was about to burst out.

Of the dozens of Yin family masters, only three survived under the bombardment of the spiritual pattern formation controlled by Lin Xiao, but they suffered heavy losses. These people were actually plotted by a third-level spiritual realm bastard. It was a great shame and humiliation, which made them furious.

But then again, who would have thought that Lin Xiao was actually a spiritual pattern master, and could carve out a fourth-level formation, and even use his feet to carve the formation, and lead them into a trap without anyone noticing. Zheng

Yin Yan clenched his fists tightly, veins popped out on his forehead, and he was filled with murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and said, "Son, I want you to die. I will cut you into thousands of pieces and let you die without a burial place!"

On the other side, Yin cried and the two of them had no words, but the strong murderous intent in their eyes was enough to understand that Yin Qian

Above, Lin Xiao looked as usual, everything was going according to plan. He turned to look at Nie Haoyu, "Brother Nie, I'll leave the rest to you, how about it?"

"no problem."

Nie Haoyu stepped forward in a few steps, holding a spear in his hand and his aura was strong.

Before, he was able to draw a tie with Yin Yan and Yin Kui. Now, the two of them have been weakened a lot by the formation. Even if a silver-haired young man is added, he is sure to win.

boom!

A powerful aura rushed up from Nie Haoyu's body and swept away, causing the void within a few dozen feet to tremble.

boom! boom!

Yin Yan and the other three also had a burst of aura, but after experiencing the weakening of the spiritual pattern killing array, their aura dropped a lot. At most, they could only exert 60% of their combat power, or even less.

But when it comes to the inheritance of the Holy Spirit Realm, they cannot retreat. If the three of them join forces and fight, they may not lose.

bump!

Nie Haoyu stepped forward, and his figure rushed out with a rush of breath.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

Yin Yan and the three others also rushed out in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides were fighting together.

boom! boom...

The breath explodes, the energy spreads, and the energy is everywhere...

Soon, Nie Haoyu gained the upper hand, and with a single shot, all three of Yin Yan were knocked back. Among the three, the silver-haired young man was the weakest. He spit out a mouthful of blood and looked extremely pale.

On the other side, Lin Xiao was watching the battle quietly, his hands quietly hidden in his sleeves.

Bang!

There was a roar, and a bright spear light shot up into the sky, sweeping away terrifying pressure.

bump! bump...

The three figures retreated one after another, especially the silver-haired young man, who was shaken and retreated wildly, vomiting blood from his mouth.

There is no way, the silver-haired young man, but his cultivation and combat power at the early stage of the seventh level of the spiritual realm are at most equivalent to the late stage of the seventh level of the spiritual realm. But just now, in the process of fighting against the spiritual pattern formation, he was injured and his strength was compromised.

As for Nie Haoyu, his combat power is equivalent to the peak of the eighth level of the spiritual realm, and is close to the ninth level of the spiritual realm. It is difficult for him to withstand any blow. If it were not for Yin Yan and the two of them, he would not be able to hold on long ago.

Even so, after several rounds, the silver-haired young man was seriously injured, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long.

Uh-huh!

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind the silver-haired young man. It was Lin Dan.

Lin Xiao stretched out his hands, and two scrolls appeared, shining brightly. One fired out a lightning spear, and the other cut out a flaming sword.

Although there were only two attacks, their power was comparable to a full-strength strike from a sixth-level warrior in the spiritual realm. It should not be underestimated, and it was specially carved by Lin Xiao to prepare for emergencies.

At the same time, this is also the most powerful spiritual pattern that he has been able to engrave so far.

laugh! !

The thunder spear penetrated the void and came to assassinate.

"Break it for me!"

The silver-haired young man roared, thrust out a spear, and intersected with the thunder spear.

bump!

There was a loud explosion, and the thunder spear exploded, turning into wisps of lightning and escaping. The silver-haired young man also shook his arms and flew back.

laugh!

At the same time, the flaming sword slashed towards him, causing the air to tremble.

The silver-haired young man's expression changed, and he hurriedly shot out.

Bang!

There was another explosion, and the silver-haired young man retreated again, like a short-stringed kite, coughing up blood.

Buzz!

At this moment, Nie Haoyu saw the right opportunity, and the man and the gun merged into one, and he appeared in front of the silver-haired young man in an instant, with a cold light suddenly appearing.

"No--"

The silver-haired young man's face changed drastically, and the cold light in his pupils expanded rapidly. He was so fast that he, who was seriously injured, had no time to resist.