MTL - Sword Spirit-Chapter 1207 Battle of Destiny (4)

With Si Kongqing's escape, the strengths of the Eight Temples and the Magic Gods were sharply reduced, without his elbows, and the leaves were free to make use of other people, and the illusion of the sect of the sect, Linda, although The support of Sol's soul is back, but in the face of the long-awaited Ye Wenjun, there is no wave of it. The ruin is only a matter of time.

"The Sovereign, Si Kongqing has already ran. Should we withdraw? We have already killed six elders, and then entangled, I am afraid we are..."

A phantom martial artist who participated in the siege of Ye Guangjian ran to Lin Xingtian, while helping Lin Xingtian, who apparently lost, to deal with Ye Wenjun, while breathing out.

"It's a waste!" Lin Xingtian screamed, and did not know whether it was the singer who ran away, or the elders of the illusion of the dead.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xingtian bit his teeth: "After a moment, every time we drag on for a while, the strength of the master can recover one more point, and by then all of them will die!"

"No, lord, we are getting fewer and fewer people. Each of these people in Jiuhua League is a top-ranking strongman. Without a number of people, we will not be opponents at all!"

During the speech, two screams came. Lin Xingtian took the time to look around, but saw that Ling Xiao and Lu Xuan once again killed two people. Compared with them, they are now with Jiuhua League. The number of people has become smaller and smaller, leaving only fifteen or six people.

"The courage is not small, I dare to distract under my sword!" Ye Wenjun sneered, a long sword, two swords, one left and one right shot, but it was wound into a semicircle and facing the forest Heaven strikes.

Lin Xingtian has just distracted to see the battle, but it is too late to stop. At this moment, he has no time to think about it. The right hand has a move to block a sword, but his left hand is suddenly grabbing the person of the illusion. Struggling to throw away another sword of Ye Wenjun.

"The Sovereign you..." The warrior was full of horror and looked at Lin Xingtian, but the voice was completely extinct, and the whole person had been cut off by Ye Wenjun’s sword. He did not expect Lin Xingtian to actually Suddenly I took myself as a shield and failed to die under the enemy. Instead, I was killed by myself.

Lin Xingtian didn’t even look at him at all. Even the disciples of the illusion of the gods could take sacrifices. What are these elders?

However, after this, his warfare has completely disappeared, and in a short period of time, three warriors have been damaged. As the elder of the illusionary **** who just died, the rest of them have been unable to stop the Jiuhua League. Everyone, staying is also vain to death.

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t even leave a sentence. Lin illusion Tiansha’s illusion disappeared from the place. If he didn’t leave a word, he would leave and walk away. He would like to fly to the heavens with Sol. Can you die here?

"Escape?" Ye Wenjun couldn't help but frown. The martial arts of the illusion of the gods was ridiculously known. This Lin phantom had a heart to escape, and he really couldn't think of anything.

At this moment, Lin Xiaotian was found to have escaped without saying a word. The remaining warriors’ hearts suddenly dissipated, and even the boss ran away. Did they still stay here to die? At one time, there were birds and beasts scattered. Two of the sieges who were besieged Ye Ruida were flustered and fled, but they directly hit the leaves without traces and were killed by the leaves.

"Hey, I want to escape, I am afraid it is not so easy!" Lu Xuan snorted, just ran away by Si Kongqing, because it was too unexpected, now Lin Xingtian wants to escape safely with an illusion, but it is Not so easy!

When the voice fell, Lu Xuan's soulless technique did not make a difference, and the soul of the scorpion came out, such as the same hurricane sweeping the square.

Lin Xingtian may not have expected this at all. On the Tianjian continent, the illusion of the soul is the most, and the Jiuhua League has always been known for its swordsmanship. He did not expect to have a different kind of Lu Xuan. Lin Fantasian’s figure was forced out.

Captured the figure of Lin Xingtian, Ye Wenjun could not help but laugh out loud: "Xuan Er, doing beautiful!"

The sword is like a dragon, and Ye Wenjun's body shape is accompanied by a long sword and a sudden shot toward the forest. The man has not arrived yet, and the sword has arrived. In the midair, Ye Wenjun will push the strength to the extreme, even for nineteen. The sword forms a dense sword.

There is no need to look back at it. Lin Xingtian can feel the incomparable swordsmanship behind his back, and then it is followed by a series of severe pains, and then the power of the whole body rushes rapidly...

Lin Xingtian slowly bowed his head and saw that his chest was penetrated by a large hole. The internal organs were completely shattered. Finally, the front of the body was black, the body fell straight, all his dreams and pursuits. End.

"Those who escaped from the war..." Ye Haoran looked at the survivors of the illusion of the gods and the temples that had already ran some distance.

"You don't have to chase anymore." Ye Guangjian shook his head. "They don't have to worry about the whole situation. They don't have to waste time. If they are in a hurry, they still need to deal with Sol."

After all, everyone looked at the top of the mountain at the same time. The soul power there has become extremely solid. It has just been delayed by Lin Xingtian and Sikongqing. Sol is afraid to restore a lot of strength.

"Boom!" A huge sword air beam flashed through the air, dazzling, and finally blasted on the top of the mountain. The powerful destructive power almost completely burst the entire mountaintop, and the whole mountain was therefore low. Just three feet.

This is a sword that combines the power of seven people and is sent out by the Seven Holy Immortals. No matter how hateful Sol is, his strength cannot be underestimated. After a simple negotiation, Lu Xuan and others decided to In this way, Sol is forced out. If it is rushing into the mountains, I am afraid that it will be the way of Sol.

Countless branches fluttered, dusty, and as the smoke gradually dispersed, I saw a figure that stood in the air, slowly appearing in front of everyone, not Sol, who else?

"It’s so clever, I met again.” Sol looked at the seven people, Lu Xuan, who was in the open position, with a hook on his mouth, revealing a playful smile.

Seeing the appearance of Sol, the people did not succeed in the good mood to force Sol, but a heart is even more heavy.

At this moment, Sol has changed a lot compared to the first time they saw Sol. When he first saw Sol, he was like a sick old man. Now, Sol has become unspeakable young. If it is not recognizable from his outline, otherwise it is simply two people.

The life of the Soul is almost innocent. The only thing that limits them is the soul. When the soul is weak, they will gradually become unable to maintain their own body, becoming more and more aging until death. Nowadays, the change of the old-fashioned boy is no doubt, representing his strength has undergone earth-shaking changes!