Inverse Sword God

However, in the silent ancient house, there was only one person sitting.

Sitting under the moonlight, this figure looked a little lonely.

However, if you look closely, it seems that you can find a different kind of breath.

Moreover, from time to time there are streaks of icy light emitting from below.

The light was very sharp, like cold ice, piercing the soul of the person.

This figure is naturally Xiao Li, and at this moment he is slowly wiping the long knife in his hand.

The long knife was black and simple in appearance, it looked like an ordinary sword at first glance, nothing special.

However, Xiao Li's expression was very careful, as if he was facing the most precious treasure in the world, his movements were very light and gentle, and he wiped every part of the long knife extremely clean.

For him, this black long knife is his life.

Lin Xuan drove all the way, and finally came to the top of the ancient castle. He saw Xiao Li below, he didn't make a sound, but watched quietly.

This is a kind of respect for Xiao Li. As a swordsman, he also knows the importance of weapons to a warrior.

Especially warriors like swordsmen and swordsmen regard it as life.

Moreover, he often wipes Fengying Sword and Xinghen Sword. He is very calm at this time, so he knows that Xiao Li cannot be disturbed at this time.

Lin Xuan landed slowly, like a cloud, lightly falling in the ancient house.

Xiao Li didn't look back, he was still slowly wiping the black long knife. With his strength, he should have discovered Lin Xuan's existence, but he didn't seem to know.

Time flies, and an hour has passed in a blink of an eye.

During this time, Xiao Li has been silently wiping his black long knife, while Lin Xuan stood quietly like a statue.

He didn't speak, didn't even move.

When Xiao Li finished wiping for the last time, he clenched the long knife in his hand tightly.

Afterwards, his whole demeanor changed, it was no longer lonely as before, but replaced by a cold and sharp one.

His whole body is like a knife, arrogant and sharp to the extreme.

"Come on, I will go all out in this battle!"

Xiao Li knew that he and Lin Xuan didn't know each other well, and if the other party could wait quietly for an hour, it must be because he wanted to fight him.

"it is good!"

Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, and then pulled out the Wind Shadow Sword from his waist.

A more fierce and fierce aura gushed out, filling the surroundings of the ancient house.

The four eyes meet, like the shadow of a sword, it makes the whole void make a crackling sound.

"We win with one move!"

Xiao Li said, his voice was cold, like a blade.

Lin Xuan was startled, and then nodded slowly.

No matter what method the opponent adopts, he will not lose.

To other warriors, it seems impossible to win or lose with one move, but for swordsmen and knives, one move is enough.

The two faced each other, and their aura continued to rise, standing in the ancient house like a divine sword and a heavenly sword.

Around the two of them, there were countless small lights and swords, forming a special area.

That power is terrifying, even if a half-step venerable enters, he will be strangled immediately.

Although the two didn't make a move, the aura already made people tremble.

However, the aura didn't stop and continued to rise rapidly.

Lin Xuan is very cautious, he must use all his strength for this move.

Countless sword qi condensed behind him, and a phantom of a real dragon roared up to the sky.

The voice was low and desolate, full of power, and blasted the air above.

In front of him, a phantom of a long sword appeared.

Although the dragon head and the sword body were a bit dim, they were full of shocking power.

On the opposite side, Xiao Li's pupils shrank sharply, and he naturally felt the pressure brought by the dragon's head and long sword.

With a low shout, he also displayed the prototype of the martial soul.

His martial soul is naturally a long sword martial soul, and the prototype of the sword soul merged with the black long sword in his hand, making Xiao Li's aura stronger again.

The seemingly simple and unpretentious jet-black long knife was like black jade at the moment, exuding crystal light, and a shocking sharp aura emanated from it.

The two youths exuded a terrifying power comparable to that of a venerable. If anyone was here, their jaws would definitely drop.

Because the aura of these two people is too strong, they can even fight the Venerable.

Lin Xuan was equally astonished, he guessed right, Xiao Lijue's strength was absolutely powerful, and he was probably the top existence among Tianjiao.

Take his aura as an example, even stronger than Yan Chitian!

I'm afraid that the other party is only one step away from the real Wuhun.

This is a very powerful opponent. Lin Xuan believes that the winner of this battle will definitely be able to condense a real martial spirit quickly.

Therefore, this time he must win.

The two confronted each other, looking for each other's flaws, and prepared to kill with one blow.

They put all their energies on each other, and they didn't have any extra energy to investigate the surrounding situation.

At this moment, another figure flashed quickly above the ancient house.

The whole body of this figure was shrouded in black mist. Like a ghost, without a trace of breath.

His eyes were cold, staring at Lin Xuan's figure, like a seasoned hunter staring at his prey.

He is also waiting, waiting for the best shot opportunity.

Below, Lin Xuan is tall and straight, full of sword soul breath, and at this moment he has raised his energy to the highest level.

This is the best time for him to make a shot. If he misses it, he will have to wait a long time.

As a swordsman, he would never hesitate when making a move, so at the next moment, Lin Xuan held the dragon-shaped long sword and stabbed out quickly.

However, the moment he moved, the man in black in the darkness laughed silently, and a jet-black spear appeared in his hand, and he quickly threw it out.

The whole body of this long spear is black, different from the jet black of Xiao Li's long knife, this black color is a kind of death, gloomy color, as if there is endless power of resentment mixed in it.

Like a ghost lightning, this shot is almost at its peak.

The void shattered, and countless cracks appeared, and the spear came behind Lin Xuan in an instant.

Originally, Lin Xuan was highly concentrated and put all his energy on Xiao Li, but he didn't expect a deadly danger to come from behind him.

This made his heart skip a beat, and his whole body tensed up.

At the critical moment, he gave up on Xiao Li, and put all his strength against the fatal blow behind him.

In an instant, a layer of bright red armor appeared on his body, forming the strongest defense. At the same time, the long sword in the shape of a dragon waved backwards, and the light of the sword shone like a god, shining in all directions.

Like three thousand thunderbolts, they rushed towards the rear.

Still, he underestimated the mortal danger.

The pitch-black long spear, exuding a ghostly aura all over his body, rushed towards him like a dark river.

Above it was filled with the roars of countless ghosts, turning the surroundings into hell.

when!

Lin Xuan's long sword hit the tip of the spear, making it deviate from the direction, but the spear still stabbed him.

The next moment, the spear pierced his body.