Yan Ling fantasy world

The stars in the fantasy world flow day and night, and the scarlet moon gradually rises on the edge of the mountain range. The blood-red light is reflected on the prehistoric mountains. The endless dark black fog gradually fills up with a layer of red light and shadow, like a trace of blood mist, making it appear that

It's extremely mysterious and extremely scary.

In addition, in the prehistoric mountains, there is still a dense dark black fog that is constantly emerging and gradually overflowing outwards, and the altitude of the mountains is also increasing.

In the past two days, the Honghuang Mountains have grown from nothing, from being small, to hundreds of feet high today. The changes are so drastic that they cause strange phenomena in the world. Based on the original Luoshen Mountain, at this moment, the Honghuang Mountains have reached an extremely high level.

The terrifying situation, not only that, the altitude of the mountains has never stopped, and is still increasing.

Before the Prehistoric Mountains, Luoshen Mountain had gradually become boiling, and the competition among the many mountain ranges had reached unprecedented levels. However, even so, the battle on the fifth peak of Luoshen Mountain was still the focus of attention for those who worshiped the peak.

On the mountain peak, after experiencing the madman's indiscriminate bombardment attack, a lot of damage had been done. Many vegetation and rocks on the mountain peak were reduced to nothingness under the sword energy.

However, that's it, the battle has not ended. As the battle continues, the sword energy in the mountain has become extremely chaotic. What is even more terrifying is that in addition to the sword energy, the entire mountain has also been shrouded in spear intent.

After a half-day duel, the sword madman looked down at the young man in front of him with unprecedented attention in his eyes.

From the beginning to the end, he had an absolute advantage, but for some reason, just when he thought victory was imminent and the spirit-killing sword was pointed at Yan Ling'er's vital point, the latter could always dodge cleverly, just once or twice, but every time.

In this way, Sword Maniac also realized the difference in this battle.

The more this happens, the more it shows that the young man in front of him is extraordinary, and the stronger the sword madman's desire to fight becomes.

However, under his various offensives, the young man suddenly fired cold arrows, which made him immediately evade. In this way, the young man was like a stone, constantly rolling under his sword energy.

But Yan Ling'er, who was on the edge of life and death, felt the sword energy in the sky and remained calm.

"This sword madman is really a prodigy who practices sword techniques. He is really similar to me back then. Unfortunately, he is in the wrong direction. The sword energy in the sky dominates all living beings. It seems extremely fierce and mighty, but it is a pity that his own strength is too weak and is wasted.

It has absorbed a lot of fire power, and its power has also been greatly reduced!"

"It's a pity...it's a pity..."

Looking at the heart of the sword wielding the spirit-killing sword in his hand, Yan Ling'er thought of himself ten thousand years ago, but the difference was that ten thousand years ago he had already made clear his direction and pursued the ultimate.

But now, the swordsman is fighting all over the sky, constantly launching ferocious attacks, not only to no avail, but also squandering a large amount of the soul of fire power. Before he knows it, the soul of fire power in the two bodies is probably almost the same.

But, would a sword madman who has experienced many battles not be able to discover this simple truth?

"Boy, it's time to stop, right?"

Looking at Yan Ling'er who was dodging in the sword energy, sighing with pity from time to time, and sounding very mocking, a smile appeared in Jian Xin's solemn eyes.

Thinking about it, your method of provoking the general had no effect at all, but little did he know that the latter was just sighing at his sword energy cultivation.

"Chasing for half a day, even if you are just protecting the body, the consumption of the soul of fire power will be huge. However, if it is exhausted like this, it doesn't mean much!"

Jian Xin assessed that in a half-day battle, Yan Ling'er's Flame Soul consumption in Yan Mansion must be huge, and his use of the Flame Soul was just to increase his own speed. The same is true, and his advantage is even more obvious.

, after all, his main battle is not the Soul of Fire, but the way of the sword.

In this way, I saw the cold light flashing in Jian Xin's eyes, and the pressure of the flame power around him suddenly surged. In the Yan Mansion, the soul of the flame power suddenly circulated. In an instant, the soul of the flame power surged out from the hundreds of meridians and ten meridians, and the spirit-killing sword in his hand

As if unfortunately smelling the scent of fire power, it immediately let out a joyful sword cry.

"Three swords of killing souls, the first sword kills!"

After the huge spirit-killing sword swallowed up the power of fire, the pure silver-colored sword body gradually transformed until it became scarlet, which was particularly dazzling but also terrifying.

"Sword Madman, are you still being pushed into a hurry? Giggles..."

On top of the sixth peak, the graceful lady looks at the fifth peak, full of smiles. She is also very aware of the latter's strength. Although there is a big gap with her, but just the first sword of the Spirit Killing Sword: killing, even if

Even she had to avoid the edge for a while.

The huge scarlet sword was like a forged sword that was burned during the forging process. It lost the sharp edge it had just now. However, the blazing temperature and cold murderous intent on the sword made the sword energy around the Spirit Killing Sword extra fierce, surpassing that of just now.

More than ten times.

"Yan Ling'er, don't you want me to regard you as my master? If I take these three swords head-on, I will regard you as my master. What do you think?"

Before using the Spirit Killing Sword, Yan Ling'er carefully stared at what the sword was doing, and the smile on her lips never disappeared.

"The three soul-killing swords are really domineering. They are similar to the Buddha Spirit Art. However, the Buddha Spirit Art is a ninth-level spiritual art, which is far better than the spirit-killing sword." Looking at the spirit-killing sword in Jian Xin's hand, he grinned.

Yan Ling'er looks like someone treating prey.

"Haha... Okay, in that case, let me see how strong your three soul-killing swords are. If you can't even catch your three swords, how can you talk about claiming the master? However, I hope you won't disappoint me.

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After saying this, he raised his gun, and with a long spear, he drew beautiful arcs between the sky and the earth, like finely carved paintings in the void. When everyone saw these inscriptions, their brows were like haze, and they didn't know the reason.

"Is he dancing?"

"It seems so!"

Yan Linger's movements looked like a dancer under the sword aura, but is this really the case?

Among the various peaks, strong men from all walks of life looked at the young man flying in the sky, with a spear in his hand engraved with strange and strange connotations.

At this time, the sword madman opposite looked at the young man wielding it and became more and more curious. Except for the strong flaming power on the spear and some coquettish signs like blood-red flames, the young man's actions did not feel any power.

special.

The only thing is the desolate shaking in the void, which looks extremely strange.

"Are you having an illusion? The prehistoric mountains?"

Kenshin looked down at the ever-increasing prehistoric mountains in front of him. Looking at the endless desolation above, he felt like he was having misconceptions.

However, in the next moment, the space collapsed, and the desolate energy suddenly rushed out from the void, pointing directly at the center of the sword ahead.

"Huh? So weird?"

Kenshin felt the desolate air coming towards him and frowned, but at this time, he was no longer staying.

"Ghost killing!"

The sword energy around the huge scarlet sword suddenly fired out, pointing directly at Yan Ling'er's thin body. Countless sword energy, like bloodthirsty demons, left no grass behind in the places where the sword energy raged along the way, even if it was full of rocks.

Also being swept away by the sword energy, he was submerged in the sword energy and turned into dust, floating between heaven and earth.

"Linggu Spear Intention, Desolation!"

In the void, the desolate energy suddenly surged, directly forming countless spear intents that shattered the void, shuttled forward, and headed straight towards the oncoming sword energy.

Several breaths of attacks and mysterious traces. On the treetops, Xue Jingyan, who was holding a cup of wine, looked at the two fighting below. There was a little bit of relief in her fox eyes. The last time she saw this scene, it had been over ten thousand years ago.

Year.

Nowadays, although the power of desolation is compared to that of ten thousand years ago, it is like fireflies competing for brightness with the bright moon, but the feeling of counting breaths has finally returned.

Xue Jingyan opened her fox lips just a few times and said: "A breakthrough in spiritual power!"

Above the spear intention, the air of desolation permeated the air. Wherever it passed, the land dried up and the trees withered. Even the extremely hard rocks were gradually shrinking, as if all the moisture had been sucked out.

Mysterious phenomena are constantly impacting the cognition, and Jian Xin is also among them. Seeing the power of Yan Ling'er's spear intent on the opposite side, his pupils suddenly shrink. He who is the closest person has no idea what Yan Ling'er has done and why the world has changed like this.

There was no answer, and no result. As he watched the sword energy move forward and the spear intent attack, he already knew that his current killing with the first sword of killing souls would be a sure defeat, but he could not tolerate failure.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the flaming soul in Jianxin's body suddenly released, and a fierce flaming power instantly merged into the spirit-killing sword. On the spirit-killing sword, the scarlet color suddenly deepened, and it was so delicate that it was dripping. At the same time, Jianxin could only hear the sound.

With a loud shout, an extremely powerful force suddenly struck hard at the Soul Killing Sword.

The hundred-jin giant sword instantly merged into the sword energy, as if adding a soul to the sword energy, and suddenly moved towards the oncoming Linggu Spear Intention Desolation.

One is violence, the other is desolation. Under the raging violence of the two, the contrast between instantaneous explosion and withering, desolation and killing can be seen.

The two attacks collided instantly, and the terrifying killing sword energy rushed into the spear intent full of desolate energy with the appearance of killing the world.

There was no earth-shattering noise, nor was there any raging flames in the sky. There were only silent changes, and the random vegetation disappeared out of thin air in an instant.

The arrogance of the sword energy and the barrenness of the spear spirit seemed to merge into one, blending with each other on the extremely vast top of the fifth peak. The aftermath of the power flowed into the mountain peak, and the towering ancient trees that were slightly touched instantly collapsed and fell.

In one second, it turned into nothingness and disappeared silently.

Outside the peak, the peaks looked at the disappearing ancient trees and many buildings on the fifth peak. They all rubbed their eyes involuntarily, unable to believe what they saw.

No one knows Yan Linger's methods.

But the madman's three soul-killing swords are famous for thousands of miles, at least in this city of Crossa. Everyone knows that the first sword of the three soul-killing swords kills mainly with terrifying destructive power, but it is definitely not what it is now.

Rather, it was the wild bombing that had begun to take shape earlier, and it was earth-shattering.

It was definitely not the silent dissolution it is today.

"What's going on?"

In the mountain peak, everyone looked at the sword madman in the center of the battle circle strangely.

"Could it be that Sword Madman has already practiced the Soul-Killing Sword to another level?"

"Absolutely impossible. The sword madman is extremely proud of his first sword killing. He will never change it like this. He definitely does not have this ability."

"That's Yan Linger?"

Evaluation, viewing, and guessing are all replaced by doubts and incomprehensions.

On the other hand, the real protagonists of the battle, Yan Ling'er and Jian Xin, have different expressions, but they both have a smile on their face. They are pursuing the ultimate spiritual weapon, just like finding their best friend.

Looking at the aftermath of desolation and killing after the fusion, when half of the trees and buildings on the mountain top were completely melted away, the sword madman already knew that when the two collided, Yan Ling'er obviously occupied the upper peak, but fortunately, he had stayed behind.

Later move.

The huge spirit-killing sword came as expected under the full strength of the sword's heart. The terrifying sword energy pierced the void at the front of the sword, making a cold sound.

At this time, the desolate energy of Desolation finally swallowed up the killings and suddenly raged forward. Not only that, when Desolation was being used, Yan Ling'er also noticed the movement of the sword heart, and immediately attacked with the spear in his hand.

, and directly broke through the desolate air, suddenly attacking the spirit-killing sword.

Desolation, destruction and killing have been divided.

Afterwards, the spirit-killing sword carried a strong sword energy, and once again encountered the spear that was already filled with desolate energy. The two forces collided, and the two forces were superimposed.

The spear intention collided with the sword energy again, and the terrible aftermath was like blooming fireworks, tearing and destroying the world. Fortunately, the desolate energy was still there, and all the aftermath was annihilated.

When the battle comes together, victory is won.

As they collided for a few seconds, the Spirit-Slaying Sword had a huge advantage in terms of grade and power. It was also the same. It instantly occupied the top. After the collision, it gradually became active and advanced with a strong posture.

Under the fierce attack of the spirit sword, a loud "ding-dong" sound was emitted.

The tip of the spear instantly shattered, and the spirit-killing sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo. Then, in the blink of an eye, it was submerged in the desolation that followed, and the endless desolation aura blended into it. The scarlet color of the spirit-killing sword gradually disappeared mysteriously, turning into pure silver.

At this time, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly.

"Nine Waves of Overlapping Shadows."

Below the Soul-Killing Sword, a young man's figure emerged. The color-fading Soul-Killing Sword fell immediately like a free object, and a small hand caught it.

Get the giant sword!

Desolation and destruction!