The only thing worth comforting is that Wang Lin’s condition doesn’t seem to be very good. I don’t know if he was injured while chasing all the way. After only a moment of fighting, Wang Lin had vomited blood three times. One of them actually triggered a backlash of true energy and was almost cut by himself on the spot...

Unfortunately, I am also in trouble. I have an opportunity to take advantage of it, but I can never succeed...

So, the two masters in the late stage of the Yangyuan realm fought a low-level battle in this woods, not only the most extreme, but definitely unprecedented. One was in trouble and the other was frequently injured. Two masters in the late stage of the Yangyuan realm fought to the end, the two masters in the late stage of the Yangyuan realm actually looked like two hooligans, pinching their throats, stabbing their eyes, grabbing their hair, and using all kinds of embarrassing tricks...

Until the end, when Wang Lin rode on the middle-aged Taoist priest and smashed the other party with a stone, the middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes were still full of incredible expressions. Until his death, the middle-aged Taoist priest had not yet understood why he was so unlucky, why was a dignified master in the late stage of Yangyuan who was smashed to death by a stone...

"Damn it, I was almost dragged to death by this bastard..." After confirming that the middle-aged Taoist priest was dead, Wang Lin then lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

The black sword was lying beside Wang Lin, with black air swaying, faintly revealing a little weirdness...

After lying for half an hour, Wang Lin struggled to turn over, picked up the black sword, carried it back on his back, and plundered the middle-aged Taoist priest again...

"It's true..." As a result, the body of a master in the late Yangyuan period was only found in a few mortal silver notes and a black banner whose spiritual energy had long been dissipated. Even the three skulls turned into a burst of black smoke when the middle-aged Taoist priest died...

By the way, there are a few pills...

"Damn, aphrodisiac..." Wang Lin picked it up and sniffed it, almost cursing himself on the spot.

"This sword technique of destroying luck is a little too domineering..." Wang Lin's face was full of helplessness. This sword technique of destroying luck can be said to be the most bizarre and inexplicable sword technique among the three and five techniques of the Sword Sect. When fighting with others, it can be said that it is invincible, cutting off the enemy's fortune and causing bad luck. Even this famous middle-aged Taoist priest among the three evil sects in the north was successfully killed by himself...

But at the same time, this sword technique of destroying fortune will also cut off one's own fortune...

Since practicing the Sword Destroying and Fighting Art, I have been following my luck. From foundation building to Yangyuan, I have not been unlucky for five years. I was originally considered a poor family property, but now I am almost penniless. If my master had not helped me from time to time, I would probably even have the desire to sell myself...

The most terrible thing is that while this Destroyed Sword Technique cuts off the enemy's fortune, it will also cause a backlash on itself, just like when she was fighting with the middle-aged Taoist priest just now, every time the middle-aged Taoist priest is unlucky, it will cause backlash on itself.

The more unlucky the enemy is, the more fierce the backlash will be. The few mouthfuls of blood I vomited just now are nothing. The most powerful time was when I was on the road before, the middle-aged Taoist priest was shrouded by a sword light slashed from the Lishan Sword Sect. It was probably because the middle-aged Taoist priest took action. Fortunately, the middle-aged Taoist priest escaped his life at that time. Otherwise, the backlash of the Dharma-level figure level would not be able to bear it even if ten of them would be...

"By the way, the True Transmission Conference..." Knowing that he was in trouble and would not get anything else to plunder him, Wang Lin simply cut off the middle-aged Taoist priest's head and prepared to take it back to the Sword Sect to receive the reward. This is a famous ghost cultivator in the northern territory. He killed countless people. He brought it back to the Sword Sect to at least exchange it for hundreds of spirit stones.

I don't know if it's enough to heal myself...

Wang Lin rushed back to ask the Sword Sect in a panic.

At the same time, there was another scene on Tianquan Peak.

At first glance, I saw huge rocks floating there hundreds of feet in a radius, pavilions and towers standing on them. In the center of these huge rocks, the main peak of Tianquan penetrated into the sky. Walking to the main peak of Tianquan was like walking into the ancient immortal palace.

At this time, a sword light went against the ground below the peak, and the sword light instantly illuminated the entire peak...

In the sword light, a figure soared into the sky, passing through floating huge rocks, and finally circled around the top of Tianquan Peak. The sword light dissipated, and a young monk in his twenties walked out. The man looked handsome and elegant, but he stood there, as if there was a layer of spiritual light flowing on his body...

"Immortal Sword Body!" A disciple of Tianquan Peak suddenly exclaimed: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Tang for his cultivation of Immortal Sword Body!"

This exclamation instantly caused a sensation in Tianquan Peak.

The Immortal Sword Body is the direct inheritance of Tianquan Peak. There are fewer than one who have cultivated it for hundreds of years...

Now, there is one more Tang Tiandu.

"Tiandu, come to the Demon-Suppressing Tower to see me." Just as my fellow disciples were praising each other, a voice suddenly came from the ninth-level Demon-Suppressing Tower at the top of Tianquan Peak.

“Yes, Master.”

On the ninth floor demon-suppressing tower, a middle-aged man in a black robe was sitting on a cushion. He looked up at Tang Tiandu who was walking into the door and showed a hint of relief in his eyes: "How long has it taken?"

"Master, five years."

"Okay, okay, okay..." The middle-aged man in black nodded and said three good words in a row: "My Tianquan lineage, the last one who cultivated the Immortal Sword Body was your master. Unfortunately, he was finally harmed by Luo Shenxiao. If you cultivated the Immortal Sword Body again today, I believe that only the Fairy Yuheng can compete with you in the True Transmission Conference in a few days. You are very competitive, and I have nothing to say, but Tiandu, you must remember that my Tianquan lineage will always suppress Yuheng Peak..."

“Yes, Master.”

It seemed that he had sensed the conversation on the Nine-story Demon-Suppressing Tower. Lin Fei, who was in the Yuheng Peak courtyard, suddenly felt his body trembled and his eyes suddenly opened.

At this time, if someone was in this courtyard, you would definitely see that when Lin Fei opened his eyes, his eyes looked extremely sharp, just like a sword unsheathed...

However, the strange phenomenon in Lin Fei's eyes flashed by, and after a blink of an eye, it returned to its original appearance. However, if you stare at Lin Fei carefully, you can still see that Lin Fei seems a little different than before retreating. This change is not about appearance, but about the change of temperament from the inside out.
Chapter completed!