The other people also took a breath.

What kind of scene will happen next? They don't dare to think about it.

What? Want to fight? Come on then.

I'll stay with you until the end.

Lin Xuan pointed his sword forward.

At this moment, he was extremely defiant.

Even when facing a group of powerful swordsman elders, he was not afraid at all.

At worst, it will turn everything upside down.

Sword Spirit stood in the crowd, looking at this scene with twinkling eyes.

Do not know why?

She felt Lin Xuan in front of her and the figure in white in her memory.

overlapped together.

The same arrogance, the same defiance of nature.

The Great Dragon Sword is indeed a holy art of attack.

Each generation of successors is an existence that defies nature.

I wonder, how far can this kid go?

Sword Spirit took a deep breath.

Later, if there was a real fight and a desperate fight, she would have to rescue Lin Xuan.

At this moment, a sighing sound came from between heaven and earth.

All the princes seemed to be frozen.

Even Lin Xuan feels this way.

Lin Xuan felt as if there was a god looking down on him.

He knew that this was the power of the God King, which surpassed the princes.

You can even raise your hand to kill the prince.

Lin Xuan frowned tightly, this King of Ten Thousand Swords God is not going to take action, is he?

In this way, he could only escape to the land of eternity.

However, there is also the God King of Danfeng Pavilion behind him.

If the Divine King of Ten Thousand Swords really takes action, then he can only ask the Divine King of Danfeng Pavilion to take action.

Then, think of a way to steal the ancient stele of swordsmanship.

The Divine King of Ten Thousand Swords did not take action, but said: In a sword fight, injuries are inevitable.

Falling is also normal.

Xia Wushen was defeated because his skills were inferior to others.

Why do you want to vent your anger on others?

The elders bowed their heads one after another: God King, we know our mistake.

They did not dare to attack Lin Xuan again, but took Xia Wushen and left quickly.

In the sky, the phantom of the Divine King of Ten Thousand Swords emerged.

He stared at Lin Xuan and said: Young man, your way is very good.

Reminds me of someone.

Thank you for the compliment, senior.

Lin Xuan saluted, then turned around and walked towards the ancient stele of swordsmanship.

at the same time.

Suzaku Sword Immortal and Tianji Sword God also walked forward.

The figures of the three people entered the clouds and mist, and the people around them were envious.

I don’t know, these three top sword gods.

Is it possible to understand the sword marks on the ancient stele?
Chapter completed!