Chapter 460 -- Sword of Destruction

Countless sword shadows dissipated. At this moment, the whole sky was shrouded by countless purple and golden lights, and the sword shadows bloomed, emitting bright light.

Countless small purple gold auras were smashed by this blow, and their spiritual power was everywhere, like a purple-gold meteor, cutting through the sky.

Boom

Lin Yuan did not intend to give him a chance to talk more nonsense. The Qiankun sword in his hand was shocked again, and it burst into a shocking evil spirit. A hundred-foot sword ripped the sky and quickly shrouded it in the direction of the ghost.

Gui Li had just smashed the long river of sword spirit. At this time, it was time to panic, and he couldn't control so much. He retreated quickly, and the black sword in his hand also burst out of the raging sword light, resisting the sword light.

However, Lin Yuan's sword was not so easy to resist. When the sound of gold and iron sounded, his figure was also shocked back dozens of steps, and immediately his eyes were also full of anger and unwillingness.

As a disciple of the supreme sect, what he has learned is not what they can imagine at all. Why is he so strong?

Now the ghost has been passive and suppressed by Lin Yuan, and he still kills himself as his subordinates while fighting against him.

Such a situation made Gui Li more furious, and his heart was full of unwillingness, and a cavity of anger, all gathered on the long sword in his hand.

He thought it was easy to get the sword soul grass in the tomb of the soul realm of death, and all plans were under his control.

It's just... The change of things was obviously beyond his expectation.

This arrangement, I thought it was foolproof. So many half-walk soul warriors were divided into several ways to intercept them. In the end, they lost their success and were killed instead.

When he arrived at the center, he fought against Yan Nantian, which was just a draw, which made the ghost more unbearable, and he could not accept the result.

Up to now, a martial artist from a lower country, Lin Yuan, who has just stepped into the half-path soul realm, has a shocking combat effectiveness. A half-walk soul realm was suppressed and abolished by him by thunderous means in an instant, and forced him to be so embarrassed!

Why is he always so strong? Can he really only become his stepping stone?

The ghost's eyes surged violently. He looked at Lin Yuan fiercely and said harshly, "Lin Yuan, I will definitely want you to become my defeated general today!"

As soon as the sound fell, blood suddenly appeared on the ghosty fingertips. The blood looked particularly bright, and the bloody smell was also quite heavy, which contained powerful spiritual fluctuations.

A little blood flowed from his fingers, and then dripped on the black sword in his hand. At the moment of contact, the sword light emitted by the black sword suddenly bloomed endless dark light as if he had been thirsty for a long time.

It was an indescribable ghost. The black sword vibrated in the air and was instantly out of the control of the ghost. The sword body shook gently, and there were ripples in the whole space.

At this moment, fresh blood flowed out and dyed the black sword, making the sword in Gui Li's hand more strange. Circles of ripples appeared, and even a brief confusion appeared in the minds of some warriors.

The fierce sword danced strangely, with bright blood lines at his fingertips, and these blood lines quickly condensed in the void in front of him, and finally converged on the black sword.

faintly, it seems to have turned into a bloody sword shadow of about a few feet. The shadow of the sword is looming, emitting a bloodthirsty fluctuation, which is quite strange.

On the long sword, there is not only a bloodthirsty breath, but also a feeling that makes their souls want to be absorbed. This feeling makes the bloody warriors have to carry out their spiritual resistance.

When Lin Yuan saw this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not stop him, but his eyes were still indifferent, allowing the ghost to show his strongest means, because he not only wanted to defeat the ghost, but also completely destroy his confidence. He wanted to plant that powerless shadow in the ghost's heart!

The supreme sect is nothing. In his eyes, he is nothing at all. He wants to disappear the ghostly sense of superiority.

Ordinary erasure cannot satisfy Lin Yuan.

"Boom!"

The bloodthirsty fluctuation broke out from the shadow of the blood sword, and even the sky became scarlet and dark.

"The soul-eating magic sword, the soul-eating blood sword!"

At this moment, the fierce face became paler and paler, but the violence in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier. In front of him, the bloody sword shadow had expanded to a hundred feet, and the blood flowed on it like a stream. The bloody smell of terrible violence sandwiched it, which changed people's color.

And when the blood was extremely thick, the ghost suddenly shouted fiercely, pinched the sword formula, and the spiritual power in his body thoroughly poured into the blood-colored black sword.

buzz!

The bloodthirsty sword spirit rose to the sky and tore the clouds in the sky.

Wo!

The bloody sword shadow rushed to the sky with a sound. Its speed was extremely fast, and only a black and red light could be seen passing by. Then, everyone saw the sword shadow suddenly rushing down. Suddenly, the scarlet waves between heaven and earth, and the fierce sea of blood condensed behind the long sword, overwhelmingly facing the forest edge. Plundered away.

That speed is extremely fast.

At this moment, it was like a bloody fog coming with a strange breath, which was unavoidable.

"Hey. Go to hell!" He looked at the locked Lin Yuan with violent eyes and immediately grinned. Such an offensive was enough to hit or even kill a master who had reached the level of half-step soul. He didn't believe that Lin Yuan could escape this disaster!

"Death!"

In the roar of the ghost, Lin Yuan also raised his head. He looked at the surging sword spirit reflected in his eyes. In it, although countless sword rhymes were surging, Lin Yuan's face had never changed.

The universe sword in his hand emitted the light of purple gold and slowly raised it. Countless sword shadows gathered together, and an ultimate peak sword rhyme was displayed in Lin Yuan's hand.

The sword shadow dissipated and converged into a sword shadow. This sword shadow bought a bright purple-gold light, and a little spiritual light swayed in the endless darkness.

Boom.

The low sword sounded at this moment, as if it came from its body, and then resounded between heaven and earth.

Lin Yuan's palm holding the sword slowly stretched out, and on his shoulder, there seemed to be an endless purple-gold thunder. This is the breath of destruction. This is a kind of thunder of destruction. Countless sword shadows are annihilated, just like a world derived from thunder. His long sword is also gradually presenting a The purple-gold color is deep and mysterious.

The Qiankun Sword emitted a light of funds, and finally gently patted the bloody black sword shadow.

"Sword Five - Destroy."

A low voice sounded in Lin Yuan's heart, and immediately his black eyes suddenly burst into lightning and thunder, and the purple-gold light carried the power of destruction.