Soul Devouring Sword Master

Thinking of this, Lin Xiao couldn't help but sigh. He believed that there was more than one such thing. If there had been no war, there would not have been so many tragedies.

But as long as there are people with ambition, war will never disappear. The greed of the superiors and the ambition that will never be satisfied will cause all living beings to suffer.

At this moment, Lin Xiao suddenly had the idea that if he had enough power and became the top person, he might be able to control everything and prevent the war from happening.

However, it is too difficult to become the person at the top. Thinking of this, Lin Xiao shook his head. Although the idea is good, it is difficult to implement it.

"In the end, we are all just pawns, controlled by the hand of fate, and we will inevitably die."

Fu Feng sighed, "Gulu Gulu" and drank an unknown amount of wine. Finally, he lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep. The wine bottle rolled aside.

"Having said that, my fate is up to me!"

Lin Xiao said quietly, stood up, looked at the endless starry sky in the distance, an unshakable determination flashed in his eyes, picked up the wine bottle, faced the cold wind, and drank the remaining liquor in one gulp. .

The next day, when the morning sun rose slowly, Lin Xiao was already practicing in the igloo.

Now, the artistic conception of fire has broken through to the second level. Now, he must break through the sword intention as soon as possible and reach the real tangible sword intention.

The tangible sword intention is also divided into inferior and superior ones. The power of the inferior sword intention is comparable to that of ordinary third-level artistic conception. The superior one is comparable to perfection.

If one breaks through to the tangible sword intention, the power of the Bipolar Sword Technique will also increase accordingly.

But sword intention, after all, is special among thousands of artistic conceptions and has strong lethality. It must be more difficult to break through than other artistic conceptions.

For three consecutive times, Lin Xiao studied the sword intention, but never got the key point. He was stuck at the critical point. No matter how hard he tried and tried various methods, he could never get over this hurdle.

And right here, on the city wall, the dull sound of drums suddenly sounded.

At the same time, Lin Xiao's mind moved, he turned his hand, the token appeared, the light flashed, and the next moment, Lin Xiao immediately walked out of the igloo.

In the ice city, drums were beating, and patrols on the streets rushed to the city gate. In the city, figures rushed up one after another and gathered towards the city gate. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Lin Xiao also flew towards the city wall.

Suspended in the air, Lin Xiao looked up with a stern look.

Rumble...

At this time, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the front, which was the sound of spiritual pressure crushing the air.

On the city wall, everyone was waiting attentively, looking ahead.

Uh-huh! Whoa...

Soon, the roar was replaced by a sharp sound piercing the air.

Immediately afterwards, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in front of them, rushing towards them quickly, but it was obvious that it was not a dark cloud, but a gathering of figures.

"Grand formation, get up!"

At this time, on the city wall, a white-haired old man shouted.

As he gave the order, suddenly, the entire ice city, on the city wall, in front of the city gate, and near the city, the spirit patterns shone with startling light. Spirit patterns appeared quickly one after another, intertwined with each other, forming formations, overlapping , the combination, the gorgeous brilliance enveloped the entire ice city.

For a time, the entire ice city reflected a gorgeous brilliance, which was very beautiful.

But no one cared about this. Everyone was staring ahead, and the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

Uh-huh! Whoa...

The sound of dense breaking wind came, and at a glance, the "dark clouds" dispersed and turned into black spots, like a flock of birds covering the ground, flying towards the Ice City.

"so many people!"

Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed. As these people approached, he estimated that there were at least a thousand people, all of whom were in the Holy Spirit realm.

Soon, these people stopped at the city gate, fifty miles away, facing off against the disciples of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect above the Ice City.

"Old Ghost Yan, long time no see, haha!"

In front of the group of disciples of the Holy Sect, there were several figures standing at the front. One of them, an old man in white robe, sneered. His voice was powerful and powerful, and with the blessing of Lingyuan, it came rolling.

"Yuan Hai Realm!"

Lin Xiao had a stern look on his face. With such a strong spiritual energy and such aura, he must be a Yuanhai realm warrior. This white-robed old man should be an elder of the Holy Sect.

Moreover, his intuition told him that the people around the old man in white robes were probably all in the Yuan Hai realm.

On the city wall, a white-haired but energetic old man responded indifferently, "Sima Changkong, I haven't seen you for a long time. Since he was injured by my palm three months ago and had to retreat, he came here again. Look. Your injuries are almost healed, why do you want to lose the battle again? "

"hehe!"

Hearing this, Sima Changkong smiled coldly, but his smile was superficial, "Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs. If I hadn't been careless last time, you might not have been able to hurt me. This time, let's play some new tricks. Do you dare?"

"What tricks?"

Yan Dan said.

"Very simple,"

Sima Changkong said loudly, "This time, it's not a duel between you and me, but a battle of cultivation, an arena battle, two wins out of three, how about it?"

"Why do I have to fight you? I don't have that spare time."

Yan Dan said calmly that once anyone leaves the city, there will be risks.

"Haha, if you don't want to, there's nothing I can do about it. It seems that the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, from bottom to top, is just a bunch of cowards."

Sima Changkong sneered.

"You don't have to provoke me. It's useless to provoke generals."

Yan Dan said coldly.

"You really don't want to send people to fight?"

Sima Changkong asked, with a strange curve at the corner of his mouth.

"My meaning has been made clear."

Yan Dan said.

"Haha, I hope you can do the same later,"

Sima Changkong smiled coldly and clapped his hands immediately, "Bring it up!"

Yan Dan frowned and suddenly had a bad feeling.