Chapter 2491 12 Killers

The sky was dark and there was no sunlight.

In mid-air, the tree spirit frowned, not expecting the situation to be so serious.

At that moment, he said in a deep voice: "No matter what, we must not let evil thoughts samsara devour humanity."

"So, we have to find the fragments of the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Asura." Ling Xian's eyes were deep, and the Human Dao could not resist the reincarnation disk of evil thoughts. He had to integrate the Dao of Heaven and the Dao of Asura to be able to fight.

At that moment, he took a big step towards the place of great evil.

But the next moment, he stopped and looked towards the southeast.

There, a three-foot green peak emerged.

It is not a magic weapon, but it is silent and has awe-inspiring killing intent.

The power of this sword is impressive, if Ling Xian didn't notice it, even if he didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Assassinate me, wishful thinking."

Ling Xian's expression is indifferent, he has a keen sense of consciousness, comparable to a supreme being, and it is undoubtedly a fool's dream to attack him sneakily.

At that moment, he pointed out that the power of Yang was so strong that it shattered Qingfeng.

At the same time, Ling Xian drew a circle with one hand, and the powerful suction attracted a masked man to him.

boom!

With one kick, the force can break the mountain, causing the masked man to fly backwards and cough up blood.

This person's strength is not weak, he is a strong person in the late stage of the Holy Realm, but in front of Ling Xian, he is like a window paper, which can be broken with a poke.

"Ahem, so strong."

The masked man was coughing up blood. He didn't expect Ling Xian to find out his lore sword, let alone that he couldn't even block Ling Xian's move.

"You're not weak, you might be a gold medal killer on the twelfth floor." Ling Xian glanced at the masked man lightly.

The killers on the twelfth floor are divided into three levels, copper, silver, and gold. Bronze is the weakest and gold is the strongest.

It is said that there are twelve gold-medal killers on the twelfth floor, without exception, they are all strong in the holy realm, and they are good at assassination.

Above the gold is the strongest killer in Huangquan, the twelve landlords.

"That's right, I'm here to kill you under the orders of the landlord." The masked man's eyes were cold, and his killing intent remained undiminished.

"The twelfth landlord underestimates me too much. A gold medal killer can't kill me."

Ling Xian said lightly, "Go away, go back and tell the Twelfth Louzhu, let him do it himself."

"You are not worthy of letting the landlord do it yourself." The masked man sneered, Qingfeng appeared, and the sword glowed.

At the same time, eleven figures walked out of the void, stabbing out with a sword, and the mountains and rivers paled.

This is a lore sword, straight to the point, without fancy, can only be blocked, not dodged.

"Be careful!" The tree spirit was moved. He thought there was only one killer, so he relaxed his vigilance.

Eleven killers suddenly appeared, catching him by surprise, and he could only watch helplessly, unable to rescue them.

"I have been on guard against you for a long time."

Ling Xian's expression was calm. The reason why the tree spirit didn't notice the eleven killers was not that his spiritual sense was not sharp enough, but because he didn't know the dangers of the world and was not vigilant enough.

And he has always been vigilant, and has long since discovered that besides the masked man, there are eleven killers.

Therefore, Ling Xian took his time and used the Wushen fist to knock back the eleven swords with arrogance.

The eleven killers then retreated, and everyone's eyes were full of horror.

Discovering them is already astonishing, and the lore sword that defuses them is even more shocking!

If there were people who knew them present, they would have exclaimed and their hearts would have been shaken.

Because they are the gold medal killers on the twelfth floor, everyone is well-known, and countless strong people have died in their hands.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the vicious reputation of the twelve gold medal killers has reached the point where babies stop crying!

At this moment, twelve gold-medal killers came out together, but Ling Xian forced them back by himself. How amazing is this?

When the word spread, the entire ghost domain would be shaken!

"Taking back what you said earlier, the twelve gold-medal killers have arrived, which is already giving you a lot of face."

The masked man's eyes were cold, and he said, "The last time we joined forces was eighty years ago."

"If you want me to take back what I said before, you are not qualified enough." Ling Xian said calmly, calmly.

The twelve gold-medal killers are indeed powerful. In the case of a joint assassination, no one below the Supreme can stop them.

But for Ling Xian, these twelve people were vulnerable.

Because his spiritual sense is comparable to the supreme being, these twelve people can only confront him head-on, and cannot sneak attack him.

"You're courting death!" The masked man was furious, and the eleven gold medal killers were also furious.

Any one of them is a gold-medal killer who frightens the ghosts, but Ling Xian doesn't take them seriously, how can he not be angry?

At that moment, the twelve gold-medal killers disappeared, hiding in the void.

"It's a useless trick, if I can spot you once, I can spot you a second time." Ling Xian looked indifferent, pointed out, and the void shattered.

The two figures fell powerlessly, bleeding profusely, terrified.

And the next scene made them feel cold all over.

The emperor's fist regrets the world, and he is extremely overbearing. Ling Xian opens and closes, like a fighting god descending from the realm, brave and invincible.

boom!

The mountains and rivers shook, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and ten gold-medal killers fell, all bleeding from their seven orifices and breaking their bones.

Ling Xian was too powerful, and when they found out where they were, they had no power to fight back.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The twelve gold-medal killers were horrified. Once was a coincidence, but twice was not.

Although they don't want to admit it, the fact is that the way they are so proud of restraining their breath can't hide from Ling Xian's spiritual sense at all!

"I said, relying on you, you can't kill me."

Ling Xian opened his mouth lightly, and the Eight Transformations of the Heavenly Punishment emerged, and the brilliant divine light illuminated the sky!

The magic sword is light and cold for nine days, and the fairy mirror pierces through the universe. Twelve people who hit him cough up blood, and they don't even have the strength to parry.

It's not that they are too weak, but that Ling Xian is too strong.

He is the king who swept the same level, confronting each other head-on, the twelve gold medalists are vulnerable!

And when he reached the pinnacle of the Holy Realm and became the supreme being, he would have the strength to fight even against those who are close to the Tao!

This is the Defying of reaching the Ninth Extreme Realm!

"Withdraw, withdraw quickly!"

The twelve gold-medal killers were terrified, and never dreamed that Ling Xian would be so powerful.

You know, they are the gold medal killers on the twelfth floor, and they have never failed when they work together.

However, at this moment, being crushed by one person, how inconceivable is this? If it gets out, the twelve of them will become laughing stocks!

At that moment, twelve people fled one after another, each faster than the other, which shows how scared they are.

Seeing this, Ling Xian's hands moved, and the strongest repulsive force was powerful, like a hundred thousand mountains falling down, causing the twelve people's bodies to split apart and cough up blood.

But with the help of repulsion, they escaped faster, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Why let them go?" The tree spirit frowned, seeing that Ling Xian let them go on purpose.

"It's just a few minions, it doesn't matter whether you kill or not."

"Let them go because I want them to tell me that Twelfth Landlord, I'm not a persimmon, if you want to kill me, do it yourself."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, his enemies are the Twelfth Louzhu and Tingchan Pavilion Master, the rest are not worth mentioning.

"If the Twelfth Lord shows up, I will kill him." The tree spirit said with a smile.

In Ling Xian's heart, he and the tree spirit owe nothing to each other, but in the eyes of the tree spirit, he owes Ling Xian a favor.

"Then thank you very much, let's go and get the reincarnation disk fragment." Ling Xian smiled lightly and flew towards the east.

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