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Chapter 492 Fight!

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    The elder of Daluo Sword Sect, Shi Fang, and the short old man, both spit out blood almost at the same time, and their bodies retreated one after another. They kicked and kicked, leaving several deep footprints on the ground.

    Every time a footprint is left, the ground will tremble slightly.

    As the gray air spread, a sword-like light roared out. Its target was not the two elders of the Great Luo Sword Sect, but the god-changing monk Lu Songyi who took the opportunity to take the Yaojin Fruit!

    Lu Songyi's expression changed drastically. He knew that it was too late to retreat, so he immediately teleported without hesitation. Although teleportation was extremely dangerous in the northern realm of the Earth Demon, at this moment, he had no second choice.  Waves of twisted ripples appeared around his body, and his figure was about to disappear.

    However, there was a cold snort coming from the gray energy that hit.

    Amidst the hum, the gray energy suddenly approached. It actually penetrated the twisted spatial ripples and burst into the air. Almost in the blink of an eye, it immediately rushed into the body of Lu Songyi, who was about to teleport away.

    "You!" Lu Songyi's expression changed drastically, and he was about to speak, but immediately, his body swayed and expanded crazily like a sphere.

    This scene was too weird, but seeing Lu Songyi¡¯s body, almost instantly, it expanded to the limit. There was a loud bang, and the majestic Daluo Sword Sect¡¯s God Transformation monk collapsed like this.

    "Bang, bang, bang," the reverberating sound in the valley was still being heard, but in the sky, a large amount of flesh and blood had already splashed down and fell to the ground.

    A faint blood mist gradually filled the surrounding area.

    In this bloody mist, a figure in purple slowly walked in from outside the valley!

    This man has long hair, hanging casually on the back of his head. His face is not handsome, but he has a good feeling. On the fingertips of his right hand, there are two gray auras, like two little dragons, circling between the fingers.  .

    On this person's waist, there is a purple token with the word "seven" engraved on it!

    Wang Lin¡¯s appearance caused silence in the valley!

    Guo Xingyi's face was pale, without any color, and his body was trembling faintly. He grabbed the flying sword with his right hand, and the fingertips he held turned white without even realizing it.

    His junior sister's eyes showed panic. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She covered her mouth, squatted down and vomited. Her face was as pale as paper.

    As for the young man in blue shirt, who was obviously not a disciple of the Daluo Sword Sect, his eyes were full of intoxication, and he even took a few deep breaths of the mist that was full of blood.

    Except for the three of them, the woman named Qian Qin had a gloomy expression and her eyes showed hesitation and struggle.

    These junior disciples have insufficient cultivation and concentration, so they are naturally not as good as Shi Fang and the short old man. Although the two of them were shocked at the moment and secretly screamed, their faces did not show any clues, they were just ugly.  That¡¯s all.

    Wang Lin looked calm and glanced at everyone one by one. Then he pointed a seemingly random finger in the void with his right hand. Suddenly, in the valley, gray gas slowly floated out from the minced meat on the ground and quickly condensed in the valley.  Together.

    It turned into a large piece of gray mist and condensed towards Wang Lin's pointed right hand.

    A large amount of gray gas gathered and turned into a gray sphere in the blink of an eye. The sphere was filled with clouds and mist, as if it contained some kind of magical substance. Once people took one look at it, they would be completely lost in it.  Can't help myself.

    Wang Lin's eyes were dull, and he pinched it casually with his right hand. Suddenly, a wave of fluctuations came from the gray sphere from the inside. Under this fluctuation, the ball suddenly shrank, and finally became only the size of a fingernail. Wang Lin grabbed it in the palm of his hand and opened it.  , this little ball has disappeared without a trace.

    "Tianyun Sect, seventh son of the Purple Sect, Wang Lin!" Shi Fang, the elder of Daluo Sword Sect, glanced at the purple token on Wang Lin's waist, then stared at Wang Lin and said word by word.

    Wang Lin retracted his right hand, glanced at Shi Fang with a cold look, and said, "Answer me a question, and today, I will let one of you go!"

    As if he had heard a big joke, Shi Fang laughed wildly, made a hand gesture with his right hand, and pointed towards the sky. Suddenly, from the empty scabbard behind him, a strong sword energy suddenly flashed.  Soaring into the sky.

    "Wang Lin, although you are in the middle stage of infant transformation, today, with the cultivation of the two of us in the early stage of infant transformation, plus the sword treasure of my Daluo Sword Sect, even if you can kill, you will definitely be injured. By then half a month  I¡¯ll see how you get there at the East China Sea Demon Spirit Gate!¡± Shi Fang sneered.

    He had already heard about the list of people going to the Demon Spirit Gate in the East China Sea this year before coming. It was said that Tianyun Sect¡¯s newWith a flash of red light, the power of the bloody handprint that Wang Lin had absorbed before was poured into the ghost head in an instant. At the same time, the aura of extermination of life contained in the finger of death also went crazy.  integrated into it.

    The ghost head swelled instantly, and whimpering came from within, and it immediately retreated crazily. However, before it could retreat three feet, it collapsed completely with a shock and a loud bang.

    The short old man's natural magical power was destroyed, his face suddenly turned pale, his body swayed, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. His eyes showed horror, and he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

    He is really scared!

    He once used this technique of swallowing ghosts against a monk in the middle stage of infant transformation. Although the monk in the middle stage of infant transformation finally cracked it, the process was extremely thrilling and far less easy than Wang Lin's understatement. How could he do it?  Don't run!  (To be continued. If you want to know about the funeral, please log on to www.qidian.com. There are more chapters. Support the author and genuine reading!) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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