Chapter 1774

All of a sudden, there was a lot of noise, and the faces of the Seven Man friends that day showed resentment. If it wasn't Lin Xuan himself, but an immortal cultivator in the separation and reunion period, they must have taken out the treasure and killed him first.

"Amitabha." The long-browed old monk showed a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Fellow Taoist, don't you feel that you are too arrogant?"

The old monk has already scanned the vicinity with his spiritual sense, and there are no other immortal cultivators in a thousand miles away. In other words, Lin Xuan is alone.

With one against seven, this courage is considered fertile ground.

Lin Xuan sighed: "I am nice to speak, but I just don't want to conflict with fellow Taoists. Since everyone is obsessed with obsession, Lin will only be offended."

Before he finished speaking, with a flick of his sleeve, dozens of sword lights swam out, rising against the wind, and in a blink of an eye, they were several feet long, stabbing towards the opponent like a gust of wind and rain.

The seven Tianman friends were all furious, and the other party was too arrogant.

Could it be that his brain is broken.

I didn't see that there was also a clutch on my side.

With one against seven, does he think he has a chance of winning?

All of a sudden, there were shouts and curses, and those cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage took out treasures with defensive attributes. No matter what, the other party's cultivation base was much higher than their own. Let's survive this wave of attacks first.

Immediately, the light grew brighter, and various colorful shields and shields appeared in sight.

"Block the car with the mantis arm!"

There was a sneer at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, and those sword glows came to the sides of the seven people in an instant.

The sound of "嗤嗤" piercing through the air came to the ears, and the treasures and shields on several people were like paper paste, easily pierced by the sword light.

As for the body-protecting qi, it didn't work at all, blood gushed out, and seven or eight blood holes were pierced on everyone's body.

However, no one died. Lin Xuan didn't want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Cultivating immortals is not easy. These few people only temporarily lost their ability to act.

Only when the old monk flicked his sleeves and robes, a Zen staff flew out, mana was injected, and the shadows of the staff were as dignified as mountains, colliding with the sword light, and both turned into nothingness at the same time.

It seemed that there was no winner, but the expression of the old monk changed completely.

After all, he is using the treasure of his life, but the opponent is releasing a few sword qi at random. Is there any mistake? Even the immortal cultivators in the late stage of clutching and reunion do not have such strength.

Surprised and angry, the old monk roared loudly, folded his hands, and held them flat on his chest, a mass of scorching white flames emerged, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly.

"A magic fire of the cold attribute?" Lin Xuan showed surprise on his face.

"That's right, let me show you the old monk's Han Jiao Li Huo."

The old monk shouted loudly, and the flames swelled violently, and then in a flash, a zhang long fire dragon emerged, the whole body was white, and the terrible cold seemed to be able to freeze the space.

This secret technique was achieved with great difficulty after two hundred years of retreat. Even if the opponent is a cultivator in the middle stage of separation and reunion, he is sure that he can evenly share the results.

Lin Xuan's expression was a little astonished at first, but then he laughed lightly. This is really a hack, it's almost the same as playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong's door. Isn't it courting death?

Flipping his wrist, a flame of three colors emerged from Lin Xuan's palm.

With a turn, like a baby bird emerging from its shell, a chi-long phoenix flew out of it and faced the dragon.

In terms of size, the phoenix is ​​much smaller, but the dragon showed a look of fear, Lin Xuan's expression moved, could it be that the Buddha fire has already psychic?

This cannot be let go.

"disease!"

As soon as Lin Xuan pointed forward, Phoenix opened his mouth, and a clear cry came out, accompanied by a flash of light, which spewed out from its mouth.

Wrapped around the dragon, the dragon was immediately wrapped in it, and its size shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Originally there were Zhang Xu, but after a few breaths, there was only an inch left.

It looks like a small caterpillar.

Then Phoenix pounced on it with his mouth, raised his head, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"My Frost Dragon Lihuo."

The old monk turned pale with shock, his eyes were red. This is a secret technique that he has worked so hard to cultivate. Originally, he wanted to rely on this supernatural power to make a big name. With one shot, it was destroyed in Lin Xuan's hands.

Even though he was an immortal cultivator in the separation and reunion period, the old monk couldn't accept it for a while. With his fingers like hooks, he rushed forward and fought Lin Xuan desperately.

"Do you really want to die, Fellow Daoist?"

Lin Xuan frowned and said coldly.

"Thief, you ruined my secret technique, I and you have a sworn hatred."

While speaking, the old monk danced wildly with his sleeves and robes, and sacrificed several treasures, namely a hook, a sword, and a magic weapon in the shape of a wooden fish.

Lin Xuan sighed. Originally, he really didn't want to go on a killing spree, but just wanted to show his strength and let the other party retreat in spite of the difficulties. But when things got to this point, it was difficult to achieve the original expectation.

This old monk hated himself to the bone, if he was let go, the other party would never let it go.

Endless troubles.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about you.

With Lin Xuan's personality, how could he do such a stupid thing as letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

"This is you forcing Lin."

The murderous look flashed across his face, Lin Xuan stretched out his hand and slapped his waist, and a dark gourd appeared on his chest.

Sparkle!

Lin Xuan hit it with a formula.

Woo...

The buzzing sound came to the ears, and the gourd suddenly swelled up, and soon it was several feet long, suspended in the chest, countless sky thunder sands gushed out from it, rolled out, and swarmed towards the old monk.

The other party turned pale with shock, and hastily stretched out his hand to recall the treasures back to him, his anger turned to anger, after all, it was the separation and reunion period, so he still had some insight, and he saw the extraordinaryness of Lei Sha that day.

Lin Xuan didn't care so much, he manipulated the thunder sand to crush down like a wave, a stern look flashed in the eyes of the old monk, several magic weapons were shining brightly, and they swept forward fiercely, trying to make a passage .

"break!"

As soon as Lin Xuan pointed it out, the red light flashed, and thousands of sky thunder sands exploded. Each grain may not be a big deal, but so many connected together, it is astonishing.

"Pfft..." The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood. He himself was not attacked, but his talisman was blown into a piece of scrap iron. Because of his mind-to-heart connection, he couldn't survive much better.

The feverish mind calmed down now, knowing that he had provoked someone who shouldn't have been provoked.

"Fellow Daoist, please be merciful. My brothers are willing to give up this Cuixin Island."

"It's only now that I'm talking about this, fellow Daoist, it's too late." There was a sneer on the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Originally, he wanted to calm things down, but at this point, how could things be okay?