Chapter 19 Kill the Immortals

"I happened to see the power of Qionghua's flying knife. I haven't forgotten it for a long time. I even tried my best to understand a set of sword tips, claiming it as 'killing immortals'. I don't know that there is a trace of power to kill immortals and flying knives. Please take a closer look."

As soon as Lin Changkong's words came out, everyone was stunned.

The flying knife of killing immortals is known as the world's first artifact, which is fierce and unparalleled in the world, and Lin Changkong actually wants to imitate the power of killing immortals with the sword.

Whether it is successful or not, this idea has never existed.

But Li Xiaohe couldn't help thinking of Nirvana.

Nie Fen is also dedicated to practicing foreign elixir and wants to refine the fairy medicine elixir that allows people to fly to the fairyland, while Lin Changkong uses cultivation as a mystery and wants to refine the benefits of magic weapons. Both of them can be said to be shocking.

At this time, the sword saint who took the Tianming sword in his hand and swept away from Lin Changkong was also shocked. Looking at the white light between Lin Changkong's two fingers, he felt a sense of killing and shocked his heart.

But how could he hesitate at this time? Since he was close to Lin Changkong, the sword in his hand was pulled out again, leaving only a sword mark in the air, and the sword had been cut in front of Lin Changkong.

Lin Changkong saw the white light of the sword suddenly appear, and the sword spirit was in front of him. Suddenly, his robe bulged and pointed forward.

"Ding"

The long sword spirit and Tianming's sword between his fingers actually made a sound of gold and iron.

One of the surprises of the sword saint, can mortal bodies really compete with the magic soldiers and treasures by relying on their mysterious cultivation?

But he had turned over his wrist next, and the Tianming Sword only "brushed" around Lin Changkong and waved several swords.

And Lin Changkong was even better. There was a sword spirit between his two fingers, but a white light flashed around his body.

The white light all came first with the Tianming Sword and made a sound of gold and iron strikes, and the Tianming Sword was blocked by death, and it was difficult to get close to Lin Changkong.

The two fought closely until a moment, when Jiansheng finally saw that he could not break through Lin Changkong's defense.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his body only rolled out a hundred feet away.

That day, the Ming sword did not stop. As soon as it left the palm of his hand, it only turned into a sword rainbow. The speed was so fast that the people below could not see the specific trajectory of the sword.

As soon as the sword saint's flying sword came out, he suddenly saw a burst of attack around Lin Changkong. Lin Changkong was surrounded by a hundred feet of sword rainbows, and there were remnants of Tianming swords, but they remained for a long time, distributed everywhere in a hundred feet of space.

However, Lin Changkong's sword spirit came out of his body. His combined two fingers only "brushed" in front of him, which also left a figure.

The long sword spirit was also extremely fast, only flickering around his figure, and the white light was connected, resisting the sword rainbow three feet away.

Seeing this situation, Li Xiaohe finally knew that the way of flying sword, reaching the extreme, could come out with a sword and roll thousands of sword shadows.

But the sword of killing immortals is not comparable to this kind of sword spirit. So far, I have not seen anything wonderful about Lin Changkong's sword spirit. I don't know when he will use what he called "killing immortals" sword formula.

When Li Xiaohe was puzzled, the situation in the sky suddenly changed again.

The sword saint saw that the skill of flying sword could not beat Lin Changkong, but a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

I immediately saw that his face turned pale, and there was a little sword flower outside his body, and the sword spirit came out of his body. At this time, his whole body seemed to turn into a sharp sword.

"back"

Hearing the swordsman's deep shout, Tianming Sword immediately stopped attacking and only flashed back to him.

But he seemed to have his hands filled with iron water, slowly lifting it with great force and holding the sword in front of him.

Tianming's sword suddenly burst into the sky, breaking through the sky, and the floating island fairy palace suspended everywhere in the fairy sword school was also gently entangled.

Then he raised the Tianming Sword with both hands above his head, and the sword suddenly spewed out magnificently, and in a blink of an eye, it was thousands of feet.

At this time, the sword saint is like a thousand-foot-long sword, and his power has reached its peak.

And Lin Changkong finally shouted, "It should have been like this."

The light of the Taoist sword suddenly flashed out three feet outside his body.

There is a sword spirit that is seven feet long, only hanging above his head.

The seven-foot sword light is getting sharper and sharper, and in a blink of an eye, it has become a white light, shaped like a flying knife, and there are two deep reds on the tip of the knife, but it is like opening its eyes, and the murderous spirit suddenly flashed, staring straight at the sword saint.

As soon as its eyes opened, the sky was full of wind and thunder, as if it were furious.

"Kill the flying knife•••••" Zhan Zhengming stared straight at the seven-foot white light, and his face was immediately shocked.

However, Li Xiaohe was shocked. Could it be that the flying knife was like this?

The swordsman was stared at by the eyes on the white light, but it seemed that his body was struck by lightning, and the sword spirit raised above his head was also entangled, as if he was about to collapse.

But Kensei immediately tightened his hands and firmly held the sword in his hand, and then he shouted loudly.

"Tongtian"

His sword spirit is actually famous as "Tongtian", and everyone on the court took a deep breath.

"Cut the Immortals"

At this moment, Lin Changkong also gave a shock.

With the sound of Lin Changkong, Li Xiaohe suddenly felt that the Huangyang sword in his hand was buzzing in the sword box.

Just as he was shocked, he only heard the sound of "pop" in his ear, and the swords of the fairy sword school and the major immortal disciples here began to tremble frequently in the scabbard.

Lin Changkong's sword is so strong that he attracts thousands of swords.

At this time, the sword spirit raised by Jiansheng's hands has been slowly cut down and pressed straight down to the top of Lin Changkong. Where it passes, the space seems to have cut in half, and there is a line of breakage above the nine sky.

And the seven-foot white light above Lin Changkong also turned into a glimmer of light and hurriedly shot at the sword saint. Wherever he passed, only a faint sword mark was left in the sky.

When only half of the sword spirit was cut in the sword saint's hand, this line of light had gone into his body.

There was no violent collision as imagined. The sword saint was bit into his body by the sword spirit, and the thousand-foot sword spirit raised by his hands immediately dispersed slowly.

In a short time, the sword spirit was exhausted, and the Tianming sword raised by the sword saint's hands was also revealed. At this time, the sword was mourning and hissing, as if it was extremely painful.

And Kensei's eyes are just as wide as two bronze bells, full of disbelief and horror.

A gust of wind suddenly blew over his figure, and his white robe finally cracked.

Dao's blood suddenly came out of his body, and for a moment, his white robe was stained with blood.

At this time, everyone was holding their breath and full of silence.

Everyone only looked at the blood-red swordsman. Although he had no longer had any vitality, everyone seemed to expect him to have another move.

Everyone doesn't believe that such a strong swordsman will be killed by Lin Changkong.

But contrary to expectations, the swordsman's body finally slowly fell from the sky to the bottom.

is so plain, without a trace of struggle, no trace of vitality, just like a sandbag, falling straight from the air.

The Tianming Sword, which was clenched by his hands, also came out of the palm of his hand, with only a white light flashing and slowly falling down with his blood-red body.

Until this time, everyone still did not believe that the sword saint was dead. They only looked up at the person and one sword that fell straight down. At this time, they were still looking forward to it. The sword saint could hold the sword beside him again and rise in the air again.

But at this time, a figure of the people in the Skyburning Tower was in a hurry to meet them.

"Yanqing." Li Xiaohe immediately recognized that the figure that was going to Jiansheng was Yanqing.

He had already guessed that Yan Qing's kendo cultivation must have been suffered by the swordsman. At this time, the swordsman died, and Yan Qing would definitely not want his master to fall straight into mud.

"No." But Li Xiaohe was shocked for a moment of meditation.

At this moment, Yan Qing's eyes are shining brightly. He is not going to Jiansheng, but to Tianming Sword.

He actually ignored the body of the sword saint and wanted to seize the Tianming Sword at this time.

"Hmm!"

he heard a cold hum, but Lin Changkong, who stood in the sky, made a move with one hand. The Tianming Sword, which had fallen straight down and was about to be picked up by Yan Qing, suddenly stopped falling. He only rolled it in the air and turned back and flew to Lin Changkong.

"Hmm!"

Yan Qing's eyes suddenly became fierce, and the soles of his feet were numbered. His body was in vain to accelerate to chase the Tianming Sword. His hands suddenly appeared red in vain, and a fiery red handprint broke through the air and grabbed the Tianming Sword.

Lin Changkong suddenly frowned, but with a big sleeve wave, the wind suddenly rose.

A wave of air came out of the cuffs and hit Yanqing straight to Yanqing.

The fiery red fingerprints from Yan Qing were hit by the air wave and dissipated, and the air wave was still unabated and hit his abdomen directly.

"bang"

After being hit by this air wave, Yan Qing's figure stopped in the air and fell down.

The Tianming Sword also fell into Lin Changkong's hands in a blink of an eye.

At this time, I heard the disciples of the Fairy Sword School shouting in unison.

"The leader is powerful."

The loud shouts are only one piece, like thunderbolt.

Yanqing, who was shot down, stabilized his body and suddenly blurted out a mouthful of blood.

However, Jiansheng's body fell on the already gravel Jianping Square, stirring up a burst of smoke and dust.