Inverse Sword God

"It's useless, no one can find me!"

The voice of the black-robed youth resounded around, so ethereal that people couldn't find where the real body was at all.

"You can try!" Lin Xuan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!" The black-robed youth's voice was cold.

When the words fell, the air on Lin Xuan's left was suddenly torn apart, and the black sickle slashed mercilessly.

call out!

A sword light flashed and stabbed accurately on the blade, and the terrifying force directly caused the blade to deviate in the direction.

boom!

The black sickle slashed on the ground, creating a crack, and countless rubble rolled towards both sides.

The hard black ground was finally broken at this moment.

Once the sword succeeded, Lin Xuan's eyes became sharp, and the Qiuhen sword in his hand stabbed again, as fast as lightning.

At this time, the black-robed youth had long since disappeared.

"Wind Emperor's Sword!"

Lin Xuan took Fengdi's sword to the extreme, and the blade became transparent, as if it had disappeared, leaving only the hilt exposed.

This scene is extremely strange, as if the long sword is broken in half.

However, there was a smile on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.

puff! when!

A low voice sounded from the air, and then, a figure emerged.

"What? He actually hit!"

The people around looked at the embarrassed black-robed youth with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Impossible, how did he find out!" The disciple of the Shadow Temple screamed.

Even some elders frowned.

"Meng, he must be Meng!"

The shocked expression on the black-robed youth's face did not fade away. Like those disciples, he believed that Lin Xuan's sword was blinded.

He understood the artistic conception of a touch of the wind, and he was able to blend in with the wind. The average person couldn't find it at all, let alone hit him!

Thinking of this, the black-robed youth calmed down.

With a flick of his body, he disappeared again.

Whoosh!

Dozens of meters of black sword light streaked across the air, but the body of the man in black robe never appeared.

call out!

The dazzling sword light lit up, like a cold light, illuminating half of the arena.

Bang!

The black-robed man's body was shaken out again, and he staggered back seven or eight steps before stopping.

"It's impossible!" He finally lost his composure.

Lin Xuan did not respond, but quickly attacked.

The power of wind and thunder surged, and Lin Xuan's speed was extremely fast.

If a careful person can find out, Lin Xuan's body has become looming, and sometimes he can't feel it.

Thunder and lightning surged, the wind roared, the wind and thunder blended, and the terrifying sword energy ripped apart the sky.

A sword stabbed out, and all the air within ten meters around was evacuated.

when!

The black-robed youth held a two-meter-long black sickle, which turned into a semicircle in the air, blocking Lin Xuan's sword glow.

But, the next moment.

Lin Xuan has come to his side.

The left fist, like a dragon, suddenly blasted out.

The thunder and lightning hit the black sickle instantly, and the terrifying force made the man in black robe back ten meters.

"Wind Emperor's Sword!"

The sword light disappeared, and when it reappeared, it had already stabbed in front of the black-robed man.

Stab it!

The black robe was torn open, and a half-meter-long sword mark appeared on Wuying's body.

Fortunately, he has a black gas shield, and this sword did not hurt him.

However, that embarrassed look made him even more annoyed.

"Dare to make me embarrassed, you don't have to die!"

Wuying tore off the black robe on his body, revealing a black armor.

As if the martial artist who came out of hell, Wuying's body was filled with black energy, with a gloomy aura.

"Death Scythe!"

Wuying let out a low voice, the black sickle formed a terrifying offensive, and the sharp blade made terrifying cracks appear on the entire ground.

The black wind blade wrapped Lin Xuan, and as long as he touched it, he could tear him apart.

This kind of attack, I am afraid that the warriors of the seventh level of Linghai can not resist.

"Lightning Storm!"

Lin Xuan activated his spiritual power, and a terrifying scene was formed within a few dozen meters.

The wind and thunder roared, and the wind roared like a thunderstorm.

The two forces collided, sending out violent energy fluctuations, and the violent air waves swept the four directions.

call!

The overflowing energy soon spread to the edge of the arena, and everyone felt their chests were tight and couldn't resist.

Buzz!

The black ring glowed, forming a translucent light curtain around the edge, blocking the storm on the ring.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the field again.

The two-meter-long black sickle formed a terrifying wind blade attack in front of Wuying.

At the same time, he also drew a black rune with one hand, forming a black rain of light, attacking Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan slowly raised the Qiuhen sword above his head, and the breath on his body gradually became fierce.

Like a divine sword unsheathed, a monstrous sword intent poured out, accompanied by a dragon roar.

Behind him, a ferocious dragon head loomed.

The sword energy roared, tearing the air above, and the terrifying sword energy swept the four directions.

At this moment, people in the entire valley looked towards this side, and their eyes were full of shock.

"Sword Intent!"

"This is sword intent!"

Everyone was stunned, and the elders of Yingguo were even more gloomy to the extreme.

"Sword Intent is one of the most terrifying means of attack!"

Lin Xuan's momentum at the moment has climbed to an indescribable height, and I am afraid that under the fusion spirit realm, no one can resist.

"Sword Intent, what a terrifying Sword Intent!"

Liu Qing, Ding Zhe and other previously dissatisfied disciples all fell into sluggishness.

In the distance, peerless geniuses such as Zi Ye and Yu Fei also showed a solemn look.

"Dance of Death!"

Wuying looked at the figure in front of him, his body trembling slightly.

He held the black sickle forcefully, and the spiritual power on his body was running wildly.

Dozens of black edges appeared on his body, forming a sharp blade together with the black sickle.

call! call!

The sickle turned, with the breath of death, like the dance of the dead in the night.

As the most outstanding disciple of the Shadow Palace, Wuying unleashed all of his strength at this moment.

Lin Xuan was as still as a rock, and he felt the danger of death.

However, this did not shake his confidence.

"Wind and Thunder Slash!"

The Qiuhen sword fell suddenly, with the sword intent of the dragon, and it fell like a heavenly knife.

The air waves on both sides flew upside down, forming a 50-meter vacuum in the center, and the terrifying sword glow instantly drowned the front.

And Wuying is also wearing a black sickle dance, turning into a huge sickle shadow, and slashing upwards.

Most of the arena was flickering with light, and everyone couldn't see it clearly, and they didn't dare to probe out their soul power.

Sword Intent is extremely fierce, claiming to be able to cut through nothingness, not to mention soul power!

On the edge of the ring, the translucent light rippled like bubbles, as if it could be broken at any time.

Everyone subconsciously stepped back three meters and looked nervously at the ring.

After a long time, Jianmang disappeared, and the ring regained its clarity.

Everyone couldn't wait to look at it, and suddenly took a breath of cold air.

A terrifying sword mark appeared on the extremely hard ground, more than 30 meters long.

Among the cracks, there was a figure that was crumbling.