Shenfu Danzun

Chapter 718 Xue Wuhuan

It is hard to imagine that her petite body contains such a surging and majestic power of thunder and calamity. I saw that the scorching lightning made a piercing sound of thunder, like a sharp knife cutting through glass, piercing through everyone present. A person's eardrum.

Nine layers of light curtains appeared around the petite woman, and each light curtain was composed of countless turbulent purple electricity. Under the infinite light, the sky and the earth trembled slightly, and all the laws of Taoism around seemed to be invalid, and time and space were all shattered. Faintly becoming a little distorted and chaotic!
"Muyu Yunting!"

Mu Yu Yunting, this is a supernatural ability of heaven and earth, the strange fire god thunder, extremely rare, and it is absolutely difficult to subdue it, but once he can control a kind of spiritual energy, his combat power will definitely increase several times, and he is absolutely invincible among the same rank Hands, ordinary monks, can't compete with the gods of heaven and earth!

This Muyu Yunting is an extremely precious divine thunder in the Dayan Realm. Its purity and strength are not at all inferior to Chixia Yanxi and Zhuoshi Canglang, and even surpass it by a few points!
With the help of Lin Xinchan and several other hall masters, that petite woman managed to absorb a trace of Mu Yu Yunting into her body, but even so, Mu Yu Yunting still has infinite power!
As the petite woman's soft, waxy and sweet voice fell, the nine heavens and thousands of thunderstorms fell instantly, as if the Zixiao catastrophe came to the world in an instant. The simple and simple body of the sword!
Seeing this scene, Lord Yeye and the others finally felt relieved and returned to He Junyao's side.

"Well done, Chizuru."

The petite girl proudly raised her snow-white chin, and glared at Zhang Kun again. If Zhang Kun hadn't caused trouble, the Tibetan Sword Sect would not have seized such a good opportunity to attack Qionghua Palace.

Zhang Kun ignored her, looking at the fierce sword under the thunder bombardment from a distance, and frowned slightly when he saw this scene. The legendary spirit treasure is only a grade weaker than the fairy weapon. Is there really such a thing? Is it easy to break?
On the other side, Lin Xinchan was already fighting fiercely with the seven peak fit experts.

Lin Xinchan, as Li Qingluan's most beloved disciple, her strength is so strong that she has vaguely touched the edge of the period of crossing the catastrophe. If she hadn't met Zhang Kun this time and went back to the palace directly, she would have been walking in the world of the rivers and lakes to refine her heart until she entered the period of catastrophe of.

Not only that, Lin Xinchan also got a spirit treasure that Li Qingluan had used!
"Palace Master Lin, are you safe and sound?" A bald-headed expert stepped out of the seven combined experts, sneering again and again.

Lin Xinchan blinked her thick black eyelashes, thinking a lot in secret. Li Qingluan had already ascended to the fairy world. Although she left a treasure before leaving to increase Qionghua's strength, after she left, Qionghua Palace was regarded as a treasure in the eyes of the outside world. Only soft persimmons.

After all, there is no Li Qingluan's Qionghua Palace, but it is only a second-rate sect, not even the Twelve Sects, and the Tibetan Sword Sect is just one of the Twelve Sects, a powerful force that has been rising in recent years!
Their purpose is naturally self-evident!
Lin Xinchan glanced at the seven fit experts, sighed and said, "Are you willing to be someone else's chess pieces?"

"Hehe, don't come here, we are going to destroy your Qionghua Palace today!" The bald strong man sneered again and again, took out a vase magic weapon, and came to attack Lin Xinchan!

Lin Xinchan understood that the Qionghua faction's foundation could not be shaken just by relying on seven powerful fighters and a spirit treasure brought by Liu Chuanzhi. This time, the Tibetan Sword Sect's attack was probably just a test!
The two sides settled down, the battle was about to break out, Lin Xinchan's black hair danced lightly, her eyes wide open, her crystal teeth clenched tightly, and she shot directly with a coquettish shout, only to see a dazzling white light flash past, no one could see clearly In the end what happened.

Seeing that the Qionghua Palace was covered with ice and snow, Lin Xinchan's beautiful blue eyes were like a sea of ​​ice, and a bone-piercing chill suddenly descended, and Lin Xinchan held a gleam of frost in her plain hand.

"Spirit Sword, Xue Wuhuan!"

The seven Void Refiners couldn't help being stunned, their faces turned pale, the sword was as transparent as ice, and the moment it was called out, it seemed to seal up the world, the polar coldness turned into streams of cold, and the sword blade The ice flowers are blooming, just like falling petals!
"I'll give you one last chance. Surrender or die?" Lin Xinchan said indifferently, her voice as soft as snow fell peacefully.

The bald strong man sneered: "No need to say more, just fight if you want!"

He took out the treasure vase, rushed out thousands of golden light weapons from the bottle, and flew up together, forming a terrifying formation of sharp blades, directly hitting Lin Xinchan.

And Lin Xinchan's figure moved slightly, as graceful as a fairy butterfly. Her posture was graceful, and her dodge and movement were so wonderful that she trembled!

"Damn it, when did this little girl become so powerful? Didn't it mean that without Li Qingluan, Qionghua Palace is just an empty shell?" The bald strong man suddenly changed his expression and cursed angrily.

And Lin Xinchan's eyes were completely icy cold at this moment, she no longer held back her hand, Xue Wuhuan slashed down, just like the ice soul dancing in the air, flashing clear light, reflecting the color of snow, a sword fell, a strong body The victim was frozen into ice slag, another sword cut obliquely, and the head of a fit and strong man fell directly to the ground!

Lin Xinchan closed her eyes, she was elegant and clean, like a frosty moon in the snow, spotless, Xue Wuhuan gradually lit up several bright fluorescent lights, Lin Xinchan's cherry lips moved slightly, and whispered.

"Xue Wuhuan, drinking the moon and streaming fireflies!"

As her whistling fell, the Bing Xin Jue reached its limit, and the flying snow all over the sky seemed to obey the order, and it fell completely in an instant, turning into thousands of graceful figures of Lin Xinchan, shadowy like a jade girl shuttle, directly The remaining few combined strong men were all cut off, leaving only the bald strong man with the life-saving magic weapon in his hand, barely survived!

Lin Xinchan cast a cold glance at the bald-headed strong man, a shadow flashed past, like a phantom sword flying a fairy, Xue Wuhuan drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then chopped him down, his spirit and soul were all extinguished, his soul flew away, The spirit froze into flying snow, and finally drifted away.

The entire Qionghua Palace was silent!
Several strong men sent by the Tibetan Sword Sect were all killed in an instant, their spirits and souls were all extinguished, and the dead could not die again. Only a clear whistle was heard, Xue Wuhuan retracted the sword into its sheath, Lin Xinchan fell lightly, and Xianchen There was no trace of joy or anger on Buran's face.

However, at this moment, in a sea of ​​thunder and calamity, there was a haze that almost covered up all vitality, but suddenly Liu Chuanzhi sneered again and again, and the fierce sword in his hand emitted thousands of bloody lights, and swung the fierce sword with the momentum of opening up the world Suddenly, he slashed towards Yeye and the others.

　Today I chatted with a Chinese in a foreign country, and I feel that these Chinese in a foreign country have thoroughly implemented what is called "a fellow countryman meets a fellow countryman, and shoots in the back"...

　　
　
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