Inverse Sword God

Xia Guo's disciples were worried, and they felt powerless after seeing the power of bloodline power.

"I don't know if Lin Xuan has blood power?" They all looked at Lin Xuan with a look of hope.

"What a joke, what blood power do you think is Chinese cabbage?"

"There is not necessarily one in the entire Xia Kingdom!" Shadow State's disciples cracked down relentlessly.

It is true that there is little blood, and only a small number of people have it.

And Lin Xuan has not shown any blood power so far.

Lin Xuan's victory made Zi Ye very upset. In his opinion, Lin Xuan just had good luck and did not meet him.

Otherwise, there is no way to win!

In everyone's expectations, the seventh round began.

"In the first game, Lin Xuan played against Ziye!"

As soon as the referee's voice remembered, the whole valley was boiling.

The disciples of Yinguo all laughed and looked wild.

"Meet Brother Ziye, just wait for your death!"

"Brother Zi Ye can kill Lin as a second!"

Disciples of Xia Guo looked at Lin Xuan with a worried look, but after seeing Lin Xuan's calm face, they settled in their hearts a lot.

In the stands, Elder Song and Elder Gu became nervous again.

Lin Xuan was their last hope, but Zi Ye's strength was beyond their expectations.

At least, they don't think Lin Xuan can defeat Zi Ye, who has the power of blood.

"You don't have to win, just keep the top three." Elder Song slowly said.

But he didn't know, Lin Xuan's goal was first, because only the first one has Juhundan.

On the ring, Zi Ye looked at the Qingxiu boy on the opposite side, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"Meet me, your luck is over!"

"I always rely on strength, I believe you will know soon." Lin Xuan smiled lightly.

Zi Ye heard the words, his face sank: "Dead to the point of death, but also hard-mouthed, this lets you see how powerful I am!"

"Purple Magic Eye!"

In Ziye's eyes, the purple awns flickered. In the purple awns, there was a hint of soul power, which contained terrifying energy.

"Sword soul space!"

Lin Xuan didn't dare to enlighten him, and hurried out his tricks.

In the right eye, the rune appears, forming a unique spiritual space, covering the purple night.

Buzz! boom

Two invisible forces collided in the air, almost tearing the void.

The translucent mushroom cloud rises, and the terror energy spreads like a tide.

In the eyes of everyone, the two just looked at each other, creating such a terrifying momentum.

"No way, how could he resist Brother Ziye's **** pupil?"

"That is the mystery of the Purple Palace!"

Even Zi Ye was surprised, his move was huge, and only of these disciples was Yu Fei able to compete.

However, the boy in front of him was resisting!

"Purple Eye Magic Pupil is just like this, let's do any other moves!"

Lin Xuan gave a cold drink, and a rune flashed in his eyes.

He has played against Ruxue and Huayan, and he is not familiar with Ziji Devil.

It's not that difficult for Lin Xuan to cope!

"Purple rays!"

Ziye couldn't make a hit and attacked again.

The two eyes became substantive, and flew towards Lin Xuan like the sword-mang.

Each foot is more than one meter long and has the thickness of an arm covered with purple gas.

"Lightning flashes!"

Lin Xuan pulled his hands, several thunderbolts appeared in the palm of his hand, and the golden arcs beat on it.

Like a sharp thunder blade, a golden thunderbolt halo rushed towards the blood-colored beam of light.

Huh!

The two blended together, and the golden thunderbolt halo consumed most of the power of the Scarlet Beam, then disappeared.

The remaining small part was quickly avoided by Lin Xuan.

"It's time to try my attack!"

Lin Xuan stepped out and disappeared from his place.

The air fluctuated slightly, a figure looming, and the speed was extremely fast.

"This is the mood of the wind ?!" Wuying pupils shrank in the crowd.

Although Lin Xuan is not fully integrated like him, this posture is clearly the same as his shadowless step!

"How did he do that?" Wuying was shocked, but he couldn't figure it out.

Lin Xuan's speed was so extreme that he came to Zi Ye in the blink of an eye.

A copper thunder mark appeared on his body, and he punched out.

A simple punch, without any fancy, directly hit the heart of Zi Ye.

The air trembled, cracks appeared on the ground, and it seemed that it could not bear the force.

Lin Xuan came to life like a thunder god, and that thunderous power that made people tremble erupted instantly.

Ziye's pupils shrank, and he blocked in a hurry, forming several purple spiritual walls in front of him.

Boom!

Like the thunderous landing of Jiutian, the sound shook Jiuxiao.

There was a slight tremor throughout the ring, and the air was even more explosive.

The wall of spiritual power condensed by Purple Night is instantly broken.

But that was enough, just in the blink of an eye, he was already playing the purple demon here.

This time he even used a bit of blood, his power increased several times.

Two beams of light rushed to Lin Xuan, colliding with that thunder fist.

"Break me!"

Lin Xuan threw several punches in a row, forming a thunderbolt in the air.

Each punch blasted forward with nine days of thunder and lightning.

As if the swords collided, the metal roared.

They both stepped back a few steps, trembling on the ground.

"Bloodline power!"

Zi Ye found that Lin Xuan was able to compete with him, and was furious.

The blood boiled in his body, exuding amazing power, and a breath of breath rushed over his body.

"Appeared, the power of blood!"

The disciples of the shadow country shouted as if they had seen the dawn of victory.

Xia Guo's disciples referred his heart to the air.

"Big Dragon Sword!"

Lin Xuan didn't dare to care. He knew the power of the bloodline. Only with all his strength can he hope to win.

With Qiu Jian in hand, Lin Xuan's momentum climbed to a new height.

It is as sharp as a magic sword.

Behind him, a dragon-shaped sword loomed.

"Draw swordsmanship!"

The long sword came out of the sheath and brought the power of wind and thunder, forming a tens of meters of sword air in the air, and chopped to purple night.

In Ziye's eyes, a horrifying light bloomed, like two beams of light, sweeping all around.

Huh! Jingle!

The piercing noises sounded, like the tens of thousands of swords, and the clouds in the sky were pierced.

And the surrounding air is boiled ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Rolling like a sea wave.

Some disciples who were near Yantai all rolled their blood and fell to the ground.

"Rewind!"

These people backed in horror, away from the ring.

Lin Xuan pulled out a sword, and the long swords continued to wave. Each sword had the tendency to split the mountains and the sea, forming a sword curtain in the air.

drop!

Thousands of sword awns flickered and pressed towards Ziye.

The sword has not arrived, and countless sword marks have appeared on the ground.

"Purple East comes!"

Ziye turned the power of blood to the extreme, and the sun bloomed on her body.

Each purple light is like a spear, stabs into the void, colliding with the sword air in midair