Yan Ling fantasy world

Kenshin looked at what was happening in front of him in bewilderment. Everything that happened was so mysterious that he himself could not believe it. The spear shattered and the outcome should have been decided, but something could still happen.

For some reason, the desolate air that had not dissipated actually seemed to soothe the scarlet spirit-killing sword when it enveloped it, causing the violent spirit-killing sword to calm down instantly.

"What did you do?"

Jian Xin looked at the young man in front of him. The latter was holding the spirit-killing sword in his hand. He picked it up and dropped it. The heavy sword, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, was like a plaything in his hand. There was no sword energy around the spirit-killing sword. The violent rage just now

The majesty and contempt for the world disappeared completely at this moment, and the same was true, Jian Xin asked.

In response to Jian Xin's question, Yan Ling'er just smiled and looked curiously at the spirit-killing sword in his hand.

Nowadays, the spirit-killing sword has returned to the color of pure silver. The blade is so sharp that it can break a hair with a blow. It is such a heavy sword that when the fire power is injected into it, it can actually transform into something like scarlet.

Killing gesture.

If those countless sword energies were really involved in a group battle, they would definitely be powerful killing weapons.

"Alien?" Yan Ling'er guessed that the Spirit Killing Sword must also have some kind of "lead", just like the green python whip in his hand, the green python is the "lead".

However, the "introduction" of today's soul-killing sword has disappeared.

Looking at Yan Ling'er who didn't answer but was still sizing up the spirit-killing sword, Jianxin frowned slightly. Could it be that this kid has already taken a liking to his spirit-killing sword?

That would be a real loss, so when I was impatient, I asked, "Hey... did you hear the question?"

"The agreement of three swords, now that you have killed the first sword, you have no weapons. What about the next two swords?" Yan Linger weighed the spirit-killing sword in his hand, looked at the impatient sword heart, and asked with a smile.

Such questions were particularly harsh in Jian Xin's ears. His old face turned red and he was about to speak out, but he swallowed it deeply because, given his character, he really couldn't speak out. Instead, he turned to his face.

The red meaning is more obvious.

On the sixth peak, the noble lady looked at the battle on the fifth peak. Although everything happened very fast, she could still see it very clearly given her strength.

The swordsmanship and gunfight between Jian Xin and Yan Ling'er is nothing short of exciting, especially when Jian Xin uses the first sword of the Spirit-killing Sword to kill, and Yan Ling'er uses the Ancient Spiritual Spear to destroy the sword to parry. Between the two, the sword energy

The confrontation with the spear spirit made her even more amazed.

However, in the end, she really did not expect the instant defeat of the Soul-killing Sword, nor did she see clearly what happened.

"I didn't expect Yan Ling'er's weapon cultivation to be so strong. The sword madman really lost!"

"Giggle... Did Mrs. Ge come to a conclusion so quickly? Wasn't the three swords of killing souls just the first sword?" While the lady was sighing, Taoist He from the eighth peak replied with a smile, and in his words,

Full of smiles, he is still full of confidence in the sword's heart, and it is also a rejection of Yan Ling'er, who is also a flame pattern master.

"Kenshin is no match!"

Just when the lady was about to speak, a voice full of vicissitudes of history suddenly sounded. After hearing the words, everyone moved towards the direction of the voice curiously. From the seventh peak, an old man walked out slowly, his old fingers lightly

His white beard fluttered in the wind, and behind him, a sharp sword was particularly bright.

Looking at the old man slowly walking out of the mountain peak, the lady's originally smiling face turned into mixed emotions, half joking, half jokingly: "I thought you, an old immortal, wanted to hide in the mountain peak.

I don’t dare to show up!”

Everyone could clearly see the noble lady's actions. How could this seemingly noble lady be in such a posture? Especially the two people, Taoist He and Mo He from the eighth peak, looked at the old man in the peak in front of them, and they were filled with lust.

He spoke words, but then he also stopped them.

However, everyone was speechless, and the old man from the Seventh Peak said helplessly: "Hey...after all, I am older, but how did you guess that it was me?"

"People who worship the peak are very excited when they go in, and they feel like they have seen a ghost when they come out. How many people can be so intimidating within a thousand miles like this, and they are still in the seventh peak!"

Hearing this, the old man's embarrassed smile deepened, and he said apologetically: "There is no way, it was all when I was young, my sins were too deep, and I have been in this situation a long time ago."

Other strong men from the peaks not far away also noticed the figure coming out of the seventh peak. They looked at the latter figure with fear in their eyes.

"Demon King Guhe!"

At this moment, everyone finally understood that no wonder the intruders all rolled and crawled out quickly.

Demon King Gu He became famous at a young age. Not only was he extremely powerful, he had already reached the eighth level of Fangjing in his early years. If he hadn't been retaliated against due to a massacre of a city and had to live in seclusion for thirty years, he would probably be even more famous.

Ji Lin.

However, thirty years later, Gu He once again reappeared in the fantasy world. At that time, his original heroic figure as a flamer had completely disappeared. His gray hair and extremely long beard were also gray. No one knew where he was.

What he has experienced in the past ten years is as if no one knows his strength now.

The only thing that is known in recent years is that Ji Lin challenged him to fight many years ago. No one witnessed that fight with their own eyes, and no one knew the specific process of the fight. However, the final result was spread quietly.

Come on.

Ji Lin narrowly won. I don’t know whether these results are true or false.

Some people speculate that Ji Lin's momentum is too strong, leading to such favoritism. Others speculate that even if Ji Lin wins, the news will be spread by Ji Lin. The purpose is to increase his prestige. Does such a strong person need such prestige?

After that, there was no news from Gu He again.

His appearance today shocked many Flamers. Now that I think about it, Lord Kroc placed him on the seventh peak. His ranking was indeed too low. Although he did not enter the top four peaks, at least, Di Mo,

Mrs. Ge is far from his strength.

Gu He looked around, looking at the fearful eyes of everyone, and then shook his head helplessly, sighed, and then slowly walked towards the mountain peak.

Watching the old man leaving, the lady's eyes showed a trace of helplessness. She was about to say: "It was just, it was not your fault." Then she swallowed it and just watched the old man leave and said

Without saying much, after a short breath, he sighed in a low voice and walked towards the sixth peak.

In other peaks, everyone watched the old man and the noble lady leave, and the surprise in their eyes slowly disappeared. This trip to Luoshen Mountain was far more complicated than they imagined.

On the fifth peak, Jian Xin also heard the words of Mrs. Ge and Gu He, and his face was full of embarrassment. The strength of these two people was above the eighth level of Fangjing, and it was very likely that they had already entered the ninth level of Fangjing. Although, now

The three spirit-killing swords only managed to cut off one sword, but the two of them had already reached a conclusion. Therefore, he himself also knew that there was a high probability of defeat today.

He has always been arrogant, but he is extremely unwilling to do so. After all, his strongest attack has not yet been used. At the moment, the young man's perception is only the second level of Fangjing. How can such a young man let Fangjing reach the sixth level?

of his defeat?

Looking at the transformation on Jian Xin's face opposite him, Yan Ling'er smiled slightly and weighed the Spirit Killing Sword twice in his hand. Immediately, with a force of gravity, the Spirit Killing Sword transformed directly into a large flying sword and flew towards the direction of the sword heart.

Watching the heavy sword flying towards him, the hesitant heart of the sword was suddenly frustrated again. He gritted his teeth and released the flaming power on his palm. An invisible flaming power was directly controlled by the spirit-killing sword a few feet away, and he turned around.

, the spirit-killing sword weighing a hundred kilograms was held in his hand again.

"Three swords, two more swords, come on!"

Looking at the sword heart in front of him, Yan Ling'er said with a smile on his face. Between his hands, a spear appeared again in his palm. However, the spear that appeared this time was only a first-grade spiritual weapon, which was higher than the spear before.

Weak and superior.

When Jian Xin saw Yan Ling'er's posture, the muscles on his face trembled, and immediately, with a flip of his hand, a spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

As soon as the spear came out, Yan Ling'er's eyes did show a hint of surprise, and soon a hint of smile appeared.

"This spear was obtained when I obtained the Spirit-Killing Sword. Generally speaking, his rank is far above that of my Spirit-Killing Sword. Back then, his position in the cave was at the front of the Spirit-Killing Sword. However,

Because it has been destroyed long ago, this spear has lost its former glory, and the same is true. In terms of grade, it should not be weaker than a third-grade spiritual weapon, so this is a thank you gift for returning the Spirit Killing Sword!"

Jian Xin looked at the former Yan Ling'er and said calmly. However, the confrontation in his words was obviously much lower. He looked at the spear in his hand with a little reluctance.

However, when Kenshin took out the spiritual weapon, it looked like it was not only damaged, but also stains of rust could be seen on the long spear, which was so rusty and yellow in color that it looked like garbage picked up from a garbage dump.

In the middle, all the powerful men looked at Jian Xin taking out the spiritual weapon, and they all whispered and snickered.

"Is Madman Sword mocking Yan Ling'er for not having a spiritual weapon?"

"Grrrrrrrr...Who says it's not the case? What's the difference between a first-grade spiritual weapon and garbage?"

"Hahaha... That's true. At least Kenshin, the piece of scrap metal, seems to have some weight."

"Hey... the fourth-grade spiritual weapon still has the amplification effect of the Three Soul Killing Swords. I really don't know what Yan Ling'er thinks of this kind of value."

While everyone was talking, Jian Xin's eyes were full of determination. He looked at the young man in front of him, as if asking, but also waiting.

At this moment, Yan Ling'er, who was standing in front of him, looked at the spear picked up by Jian Xin, and his heart was full of surprises. Others didn't know it, but he clearly felt something unusual in the spear. However, when this spear fell into Jian Xin's hand,

It's really no different than scrap metal.

Because this gun needs to be repaired, and the repair of spiritual weapons is sometimes more troublesome and complicated than forging. The current spear may be that kind of thing, but despite this, Yan Ling'er believes that once he successfully repairs it, he will gain the same harvest as before.

Acquiring the spirit of the ancient spear is astonishing and unexpected.

Above the treetops, Xue Jingyan looked at the spear in Jian Xin's hand, with a hint of smile in her fox eyes.

She has been following Yan Ling'er for thousands of years, and the latter has always only been good at using spears. However, she lives deep in the mountains and has never found anything. Now the move of the sword heart has succeeded Yan Ling'er, but the prerequisite is that it can be repaired smoothly, and Yan Ling'er

Having loved spears all his life, he naturally had such a method.

"Okay, since Master Jian is so kind, I will accept it."

Jian Xin's palm trembled slightly, and the spear turned into a stream of light, pointing directly at Yan Ling'er. Looking at the spear getting closer and closer, the smile on Yan Ling'er's mouth became bigger and bigger.

"This kid is so poor, he's so happy with a broken gun!"

When the spear left his hand, Yan Ling'er just expressed his inner joy, but his joy, in the eyes of others, was like a bumpkin going to the market.

A few feet away, the spear suddenly stopped. The Yan Ling's pressure on the side of Yan Ling'er's body was like a shadow. Looking at the spear floating in front of him, Yan Ling'er stretched out his palm and held it slowly. A cold chill rushed into his consciousness.

Hai, the originally exciting and joyful mood slowly calmed down.

He wields a long spear, a hundred-jin heavy spear, and is extremely skilled.

boom...

After waving several times, the end of the spear hit the ground hard, and it sank directly into the ground. Yan Ling'er looked at the spear in his hand from top to bottom, and his heart felt extremely happy.

"Trina Spear!"