Chapter 3693 Flowers and Rivers

The momentum was overwhelming, but a hint of sneer appeared on the face of the ancestor of the Spirit Clan. He raised his right hand and struck the void far away.

The halo suddenly rose and enveloped the old man's entire arm. As he moved, more power of law emerged. A "bang" sound reached his ears, and the huge claws turned into nothingness in an instant.

"Law of Power!"

Lin Xuan's face became increasingly ugly.

The opponent is actually good at body refining. Such a powerful enemy is really difficult to deal with.

If he had a choice, Lin Xuan would not want to fight with him to the death. However, he was determined to win the Seven Treasures of Shura, and there was no way Lin Xuan would back down.

So what if we have a strong enemy? Let’s fight!

The thought in his mind turned, and Lin Xuan's expression suddenly became resolute. He raised his right hand and pointed forward several magic formulas in succession. Following his movements, a loud chirping sound was heard, and then there was a crackling sound. sound reaches the ears.

Dark arcs of electricity appeared on the surface of the Jiugong Xuyu Sword.

Bounce and flash!

The entire void suddenly became much darker.

The mace that was originally fighting with it was broken, and its surface was wrapped in streaks of gloomy aura, and its power was greatly reduced.

"This is……"

The ancestor of the Spiritual Tribe's pupils shrank. He was also a person who had lived for millions of years and had extensive knowledge. How could he not recognize the Huanyin Shen Lei who used to be the powerful king of Asura in the three realms.

This divine thunder can defile the opponent's treasures. I don't know how many strong men fell under this move in the end.

But what about knowing?

Not helpful at all in this scenario.

Although Lin Xuan's Huanyin Divine Thunder cannot compare with the Asura of the past, it is more than enough to deal with this mace.

Taking advantage of the fact that the power of the opponent's magic weapon was greatly reduced, Lin Xuan secretly activated the sword technique, and the Jiugongxu Sword suddenly became fierce, with a thin silver light on its surface, surrounding the mace.

A clicking sound reached the ears, and there was almost no suspense at all. All the maces were chopped into two pieces.

Turned into mortal iron and fell from mid-air.

The ancestor of the Spirit Clan couldn't help but turn a little pale. Although these beads were not his natal treasures, they were still extremely cherished.

Now that it was destroyed, wouldn't it be extremely heartbreaking?

But Lin Xuan would not give him time to breathe. He raised his right hand and pointed forward with another finger.

The Jiugongxu swords disappeared one after another in a moment, and then, huge lotus flowers appeared in sight.

With a twist and turn, it slowly bloomed, and countless silver filaments flew out from the lotus, turning the sword into silk. Lin Xuan was very proficient in using it. It could be said that he had reached the level of proficiency.

But after hearing the loud noise, those sword threads were shot over like flying needle magic weapons.

And it's not over yet.

He opened it and sprayed out a ball of five-colored glass fire. After a slight turn, it exploded and turned into a huge object the size of a house. It fell to the ground like a meteor and hit the old man.

Then Lin Xuan flashed forward and rushed forward.

Seeing that the distance between the two was only more than ten feet, Lin Xuan raised his right hand and punched forward.

The law of power!

The void was also torn apart, bringing with it a cloud of white mist, like a strong wind and rain, as if the opponent was pressing over it.

Lin Xuan's attack was fierce, and the rhythm became much faster in an instant. The face of the ancestor of the Spirit Race suddenly became extremely ugly.

The spiritual saint who was incarnated by the Seven Treasures of Shura on the side did not dare to turn a blind eye anymore. She wanted to step forward to help in the fight, two against one, but it was not that cheap.

Yue'er was looking at her like a tiger, and naturally it was impossible for her to plot a sneak attack on the young master. A trace of evil energy flashed between Feng's eyebrows, her figure blurred slightly, and she disappeared from the spot silently.

Then, seeing the sudden fluctuations in space, she arrived first and stopped the spiritual saint.

The two sides have already broken their skin, so there is no need to say any more useless words.

With a flick of Yue'er's jade hand, a powerful sword energy emerged from her sleeve, slashing down at her opponent like a broken bamboo.

However, the spiritual saint is not easy to mess with either.

He raised his head slightly and sprayed a treasure in the shape of a brocade handkerchief from his mouth.

When exposed to the wind, it has grown to several feet in diameter.

The surface is embroidered with peonies the size of a bowl, which are so delicate and beautiful that at first glance, they are incompatible with real flowers.

Yue'er was a little surprised, not knowing what the treasure was for, when petals suddenly flew around her, and waves of strange fragrance wafted out.

Flowers of all sizes fell from the top of the head, and then spread out. Colorful petals rained down, which was extremely beautiful.

The figure of the spiritual saint was suddenly submerged.

Yue'er was shocked and doubtful, but changing her moves at this time seemed to have no meaning. She could only take a deep breath and let the sharp sword energy slash downwards.

However, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, making no waves in the rain of petals.

No, it can no longer be called raindrops. As time goes by, there are more and more petals, and they have actually formed a large cloud.

Yue'er's face was full of surprise. Whether this was a magic weapon or a secret technique, it seemed too strange.

Roar!

A roaring sound reached my ears, and several dragons rushed out from the petal cloud.

The whole body was shimmering with spiritual light, and it was actually made of flower petals, but it was very vicious with its teeth and claws.

He rushed toward Yue'er fiercely.

There was a hint of fear on Yue'er's face, she didn't dare to hide her clumsiness anymore, she raised her jade hand and sacrificed the Xuanyin treasure box.

…

Not to mention the battle here.

On the other side, Lin Xuan and the ancestor of the Spirit Clan were also having a great fight. At this time, the two of them had passed the stage of temptation, and both showed their magical powers and wanted to do their best to eliminate their opponents.

Facing Lin Xuan's rapid offensive, the ancestor of the Spirit Clan did not show weakness.

He sneered and actually offered an incense burner.

Then he stretched out his hand and flicked it on the incense burner.

The treasure was turned upside down, and a stream of black water spurted out from it. The smell was astounding, and it looked like something highly poisonous. Then, an even more incredible scene appeared.

The black magic water turned into a small river, and countless weird treasures flew out from it, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, blocking the thousands of sword threads coming towards the face.

Lin Xuan frowned, raised his right hand, and pointed out.

Boom!

The phantom sky fire became more and more majestic, and at the same time, the spiritual light flickered and changed into a blue color.

The void blurred for a while, as if it was frozen.

Extreme cold law!

Phantom Skyfire plunged in.

Stab...

The black river was frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then Lin Xuan punched out.

boom!

The frozen ice cubes were broken through.

Lin Xuan's figure flashed and he was already in front of the ancestor of the Spirit Clan.

Then the five fingers formed into claws, and he was about to grab it forward, but two spiritual lights lit up in front of him, and they were two arrows, like dragons coming out of the sea, stabbing Lin Xuan viciously.

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and smacked it, and two rays of sword light flew out from his sleeves, blocking the arrows.

PS: Today is Huan Yu’s birthday. In the blink of an eye, he will be thirty-two years old. Time flies. Thank you all fellow Taoists for your support and companionship all the way. Thank you all. Please continue to support Huan Yu and Bai Lian.