Invincible Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 708
Old Swordsman!

Zhou Lin's eyes were suddenly sharp, and the light was as bright as a sword!
He finally knew who the heroic spirit in front of him was. This was clearly the founding ancestor of the Sword Sect, the invincible strongman who was the first to comprehend the thunder calamity of Zhu Tian, ​​a terrifying existence who was invincible in ancient times and dared to fight against the thunder calamity.

His eyes started to turn red and slightly moist.

The supreme powerhouse who single-handedly created the Sword Sect is now reduced to being enslaved by the people of the Ninth Heaven!
This group of people, really damn it!
The killing intent in his heart suddenly increased, he stepped forward, passed the crowd directly, and with a whoosh, he forcibly blocked in front of Bai Futian.

"boom!"

He was glowing all over, and a terrifying aura of thunder pierced through his sword fingers.

His speed was so fast that the heroic spirit was completely hit by the thunder light without the consciousness of avoiding it, and with a bang, a ball of fire rose from his body, burning blazingly.

That is the tribulation thunder, and it is also the fire of thunder calamity ignited by the force of the sky thunder.

"wake up!"

Zhou Lin roared furiously, and the sound wave rumbled.

This sound contained the shocking power of the soul, only to see the painful expression on the heroic spirit's face, the black energy was stripped off during the burning of the calamity fire, for a moment, the eyes of the old man Jian seemed to be clearer.

Bai Futian backed away a little, and looked at Zhou Lin's back indifferently. For a moment, he wished he could make a move, but he finally endured it.

Now that the enemy is at hand, some grievances or grievances should be left to be resolved in private later.

But he didn't know that the young man in front of him was the one who took away his mountain and river tripod. If he knew, it would be a different result.

Countless memories came to mind, the old man let out a painful roar, took a deep look at Zhou Lin, and then suddenly turned around and rushed towards the young man in the Holy Land of Yinming.

The hatred in the heart of this sect that has enslaved him for countless years is endless.

The palm of his hand glowed, and an ancient sword-shaped symbol emerged. The supernatural power was inexhaustible, and the floating light in the palm finger was transpiring, and dozens of sword lights appeared on the surface of his body.

One turns into ten, ten turns into one hundred, one hundred turns into one thousand, one thousand turns into ten thousand, ten thousand swords come!
This is a lore killing technique, a taboo secret technique in the way of swordsmanship. If the old man Jian's body is intact, this move is enough to sweep the invincible and crush the world!
Zhou Lin stared at the heroic spirit's back. He read the tragedy and sorrow from the deep eyes of the old man Jian. As a world-class powerhouse, he has his own arrogance. How can he allow people to be so enslaved and driven?
He was sober, and it was time to die.

"Damn it, you want to backfire? It's against the sky!"

The youths in the Holy Land of Yinming shouted angrily and continued to make tactic, the black evil spirit on Old Sword's body was getting more and more, as if it wanted to restrain and seize his will.

The old man Jian's eyes were firm, and he let the calamity fire burn on his body, and the black evil spirit rotated, and his whole body turned into a huge ball of flames, whizzing towards him with sword energy, without any retreat at all, he directly launched a fierce attack.

Boom boom boom!

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the void explodes from time to time, almost exploding, and the entire passage is trembling.

The youth in the Holy Land of Yinming uttered screams and kept backing away. The old man Jian's sword energy was unparalleled, leaving thousands of wounds on his body, and every wound was dripping with blood.

The strong men on the ninth day wanted to rescue them, but they were blocked by the sword energy. No matter how they attacked, they could not break through the blockade of the sword energy.

At this moment, the old man Jian really showed his invincible demeanor in ancient times. In front of everyone, he cut the young man into pieces, and pierced his heart with thousands of swords.

"Amazing!"

Everyone gasped, this old man is too terrifying, just the body of a heroic spirit has such power, one can imagine what kind of demeanor he must have been back then?
Thousands of swords are flying, everyone is dazzled, their hearts are surging, their blood is boiling, this is the demeanor of their ancestors, one person is enough to sweep away all enemies!
When the fire was extinguished, the heroic spirit of the sword old man dissipated and completely returned to chaos.

A layer of golden light rain permeated the passage between the two worlds, and an old man emerged from the light rain, looking at Zhou Lin kindly.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say a word, everything was silent.

Zhou Lin knew that this was the old man passing on the law at the last moment of his soul, and what he was passing down was the secret of the sword sect, the true master of swordsmanship.

In the end, the light and rain dissipated, and everyone was still immersed in that emotion and couldn't extricate themselves.

"boom!"

On the ninth day, the other six people looked at each other and erupted at the same time, their heads on their feet, and they swooped down from the sky, aiming at everyone.

Surrounding them, the aura was mighty and murderous. They took out their respective trump cards and carried out the fiercest lore. The aura in the entire passage was horrifying.

"kill!"

One of them pushed his hands horizontally, the light shining in front of him, his palms seemed to be pushing a roulette of life and death, and directly hit Zhou Lin.

"Kill my companion, die."

There is no doubt that anyone who is rubbed by this light will lose their bones.

This is a divine skill with unrivaled killing power.

The mere ants in the lower realm, the natives they utterly despise and look down on, lost two companions one after another, which is absolutely intolerable.

Whoosh!
Zhou Lin raised his hand and evolved Zhou Tianwan Sword, as if the old sword man was reborn, and the sword light was endless and shot out.

Boom boom boom!

Jianguang and the wheel of life and death launched a confrontation, bursting out with dazzling light.

Puff puff!
Each ray of light contained killing intent, scattered in all directions, and attacked indiscriminately, causing riots among the crowd.

The other person aimed at Bai Futian, and evolved the second technique with both hands, and a phantom of a unicorn appeared around him. With the power of the unicorn, his aura instantly surged, and his speed suddenly accelerated.

For the first time, Bai Futian changed his color and moved sideways at a very high speed, avoiding the opponent's strongest blow.

The man's unicorn phantom brushed past and fell into the passage between the two worlds, only to hear a loud bang, almost smashing the entire passage between the two worlds to pieces.

From the perspective of the outside world, the entire giant tree was shaking, and a piece protruded, obviously bearing an unimaginable heavy blow.

"So strong!"

Everyone was stunned and horrified. The battle between them was too terrifying, completely beyond their imagination.

"What are you doing in a daze? Make a move!"

Bai Futian yelled at the people behind him, and with a sweep of his body, he dodged to the side of Zhou Lin, and said in a low voice, "How about we join hands to kill them first?"

"it is good!"

Zhou Lin hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

From what happened just now, his impression of Bai Futian has slightly changed, but some things have already been done, which is really hard to say.

If Bai Futian knew that he had won the Taiji Mountain and River Cauldron, it would be a life-and-death confrontation.

I have the Thick Earth Chaos Cauldron and the Mountain Soul-Suppressing Cauldron on my body. When the nine cauldrons are combined, I can get the supreme artifact. Among the nine cauldrons, the Taiji Mountain and River Cauldron is very important. If I do it all over again, Zhou Lin will still choose this way.

There is no room for a little bit of soft-heartedness in the great opportunity.

If it were Bai Futian, if he knew that he had other two tripods on him, he would have the same ending.

Fighting for the front in the avenue, one step back is death.

(End of this chapter)