The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 738 Breaking into the Sword Rain Center
The silk thread in the other hand trembled slightly, and another thread split out, like a winding poisonous snake winding towards Leng Wuyou's legs.

At the same time, the first silk thread was about to wrap around Jian Jian's neck, Leng Wuyou's eyes dimmed, and with a shake of her hand, a water-blue ribbon instantly wrapped around Jian Jian's waist. Tossed to a safe place, "Stay well, don't make trouble."

The cold voice carried a warning, but Jian Jian couldn't help but feel ashamed.

At first he thought he would die in Lin Han's hands, but he was rescued by his team leader in an instant. He just felt that he couldn't adapt to the ups and downs of his mood.

Also, what their team leader said was dislike, and absolutely disgusting, he silently moved himself back a little further, well, when he saw their team leader cast a rather sensible look at him, he had a look on his face. Without saying a word, tears flowed down my face.

The golden silk thread flew into the air, because the inertial thread moved forward again, directly cutting a crack in the ground, and the tiny crack had no trace in the dark night.

However, Leng Wuyou has superb eyesight, even if it is night, she still sees like daytime.

She saw that the slit was cut very deep. If it hit Jian Jian's neck, his neck would be torn apart as easily as the ground.

Leng Wuyou's eyes darkened a bit, and the murderous aura on his body made the air even more stagnant.

Facing the overwhelming rain of golden swords, she advanced instead of retreating, her red dress swaying, her body like a ghost, flashing afterimages in the air, and in the blink of an eye, she had already rushed into the sky Among the sword rain.

The gold-type sharp sword condensed from the gold-type spiritual source exudes a sharp golden light and buzzes.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Lin Han's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, cursing inwardly for being stupid.

Their Lin family's Ten Thousand Swords Yin energy has been handed down to this day and even called a high-level technique by the ancestors. Naturally, it is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Everyone thought that their Wan Jianyin was only able to divide ten thousand swords with one sword, and take the head of a person hundreds of miles away.

In fact, this is not the case, this is just the basic method of using Wan Jian Yin.

And the core of the real Wan Jian Yin is the sword formation, formed by swords, even an ordinary great spiritual master can trap a spirit king level powerhouse in the formation as long as he masters the trick of Wan Jian Yin using swords to form the formation No escape for half an hour.

Originally, he was thinking about how to lure Leng Wuyou into the battle, but he didn't expect this kid to barge in by himself. If that's the case, then don't blame him for being rude.

Lin Han's hand spread upwards, and the gold thread on the other hand was also put away by him at some point. Between his hands, the sword rain, which was originally chaotic, began to move according to a certain pattern at this moment.

Interspersed vertically and horizontally, the sharp golden light covered a layer of frost under the mottled moonlight, and the small golden sword moved at a fast speed, dragging out a long golden arc in the air, which made people dazzled for a while. .

Leng Wuyou, who was in the center of the sword rain, half-closed her eyes. She didn't do anything else, but stood in the very center of the sword rain, watching carefully with the sharp sword's trajectory.

As the golden swords intersected each other vertically and horizontally, it seemed that the outline of a figure was gradually reflected in her pupils.

When the first long sword was suspended in mid-air, facing Leng Wuyou's Tianling, emitting bursts of golden light, Leng Wuyou felt the world in front of him suddenly shake, and then the sky in front of him suddenly turned upside down .

For a moment, Leng Wuyou only felt that the sky in front of him was not the sky and the earth was not the earth, and there was a sense of weightlessness under his feet, as if someone who was walking well suddenly stepped on the air accidentally.

This sudden sense of weightlessness, if put on other people, I'm afraid they will still be terrified, but Leng Wuyou has no extra emotions at all, and that expressionless face seems to have a kind of disposition. The indifference outside the matter is as if the person involved is not her.

(End of this chapter)