Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 53: Mie Fanghan

　　 "Speak, how do you want to die?"

　　's faint words, cold murderous intent, made the atmosphere of this world suddenly dignified.

　　 Everyone in the Ling family looked at Ling Xian with fiery eyes, and their expressions were full of awe, admiration, and disbelief.

　　 They all know that Ling Xian is very strong. They defeated the Canglang Sword Art as a collateral child and defeated the young patriarch Ling Chen. These two things are enough to be recorded in the history of the Ling family, and they will also be against Ling Xian. I was convinced of how powerful, but in any case did not expect Ling Xian to be so powerful!

　　, one person, in a moment, killed all the nine masters of the Fang family!

　　 There are seven cultivators on the fifth floor of Qi refining, two cultivators on the sixth floor of Qi refining, and the nine people are still working together. This is a powerful force that cannot be ignored for the entire Qingcheng. , But being killed by Lingxian like a pig and a dog, what an incredible thing!

　　 Brave!

　　 powerful!

　　 This is the moment everyone present has the most intuitive feeling of Ling Xian, including the proud genius of the Fang family.

　　 "Dead, all dead... The elites of the younger generation of our Fang family have lost their lives in a blink of an eye." Fang Han looked at the horrible scene of corpses all over the field, blood flowing in the river, and his heart couldn't help but rise. A chill began to flow slowly throughout his body, causing him to shiver unconsciously.

　　 If it is one-on-one, or even one-on-two, he is not afraid of anyone present, but in less than a moment, he will kill all nine masters, and the kill is simply and neatly. With a slight sense of stagnation, Fang Han thought he could not do this feat.

　　 His self-confidence has been greatly hit. The speed like a ghost and the sharp scarlet sword make him afraid, but compared to fear, he is more at this moment. But it was anger, an anger that wanted to tear the young man in front of him to pieces.

　　How do you want to die?

　　 Fang Han’s face is sinking like water, and the cold in his eyes is surging. As a candidate for the next patriarch of the Fang family, he is a genius at the seventh level of Qi refining. The patriarch, the strong man in the foundation building period also favored him, with a pleasant face, who would dare to speak to him like this?

　　 And Fang Han could hear that what Ling Xian said was not deliberate, nor arrogant, but really indifferent. It was a kind of self-confidence that went deep into the bones, and it was a true ignorance. He looked at it.

　　 This made Fang Han feel insulted. The first genius in the Fang family, the strongest of the younger generation, who dares to ignore him and talk to himself in such an indifferent tone?

　　 "Think about how to die, the deceased is the greatest, and I will respect your wishes." Ling Xian's eyes are calm, the ancient well is waveless, and the sword of Jue Jue points to Fang Han. There is neither contempt nor no in his indifferent eyes. Disdainful, but in the eyes of everyone, the calm and calm expression is like a true immortal sitting on the cloud, gazing at all living beings and overlooking the eight wilderness.

　　Shame!

　　 What a shame!

　　 I have always overlooked and oppressed others. When have you been so humiliated?

　　 Fang Han rushed into the crown, hatred and anger intertwined into an overwhelming killing intent, and roared: "I want you to die!"

　　 "But I don't want to die yet, so..." Ling Xian's wings flicked, and instantly flashed in front of Fang Han, Zhu Jue Xian Sword drew out the shining light, and said: "You should die."

　　 A little bit of cold light suddenly appeared, revealing a peerless murderous intent, and the Zhu Jue fairy sword bloomed with immeasurable light, **** sky, sharp and incomparable!

　　 "What a fast speed!"

　　 Fang Han's pupils shrank sharply, and his face was full of shock. Although he was always vigilant about Ling Xian's speed, after experiencing it for himself, he still felt an unbelievable burst. Such a rapid pace has already faintly built a foundation. How could the trend of the strong appear in the body of a sixth-layer qi-refining cultivator?

　　 But facts are better than eloquence. Until this moment, he realized that those people were not injustice in their deaths, and finally felt the horror of Ling Xian!

　　 said without any kind of politeness, in terms of speed, no one can compare to Lingxian after the base-building period!

　　 The sword light is close at hand, and the biting murderous intent is coming. Fang Han is inevitable and can only be forced to defend, but he is not worried. Although the sword light is coming, he is still full of confidence. As the strongest of the young generation in the Fang family, all the tactics cultivated are the strongest in Qingcheng, so naturally he is not afraid of anyone.

　　Fang Han's hands are imprinted, and the powerful mana surging out, condenses into a huge and heavy cyan shield, which stands in front of him, like a mountain of thousands of feet, majestic and suppressing the four directions.

　　 Cyan Light Shield!

　　 One of the strongest defensive spells of the Fang family, it gathers heaven and earth aura to form a shape, draws the body's mana into a shield, and is quite famous in Qingcheng, which is enough to rank among the top ten defensive spells!

　　 "Crack!"

　　 However, with only one face, the cyan light shield that was as stable as Mount Tai was declared to be broken, turning into countless cyan light spots, and dissipating in the void.

　　"How is it possible? What kind of spell are you?" Fang Han exclaimed, and a shock flashed in his eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes, the Fang family's strongest defensive spell, was easily broken. , What is the origin of that scarlet sword?

　　 Lingxian shook his head, and was too lazy to explain to him that the defensive power of the azure shield was indeed very strong, but that was only for Qingcheng, and the sword of Zhu Jue, which was transformed by Xeon Tianyan Zhu Tianxia, ​​was looking at the world. Invincible magical powers, the two are in no way comparable, they are on the same level, just an insult to Zhu Jue Xianjian.

　　 I can only say that Fang Han's vision is too small, holding a trace of starlight, he thinks he has been shining from the entire galaxy, and just sits and watches the sky.

　　, how can the azure shield, which can't even count as magical powers, be the all-in-one general of Zhujue Immortal Sword?

　　 "It's no way to go on like this!" Fang Han looked at the sword light that was expanding in his pupils, and his figure quickly retreated. He gritted his teeth and finally showed his trump card.

　　 There was a long howl, and the tyrannical mana surging out, suddenly there were waves of thunder in his whole body, the electric light wandered away, and the wind roared, like silver snakes dancing, shaking the wild, terrifying!

　　 At the same time, he put on a pair of red gloves on both hands, and then slammed it down at the **** sword light!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The thunder was shining, and its power was amazing. Its property of destroying everything was originally terrifying, and coupled with the powerful power of a quasi magic weapon, it finally defeated the **** sword light that was only half of its power.

　　 "Unexpectedly, you are actually Lei Linggen, you can cast thunder spells, and you have a quasi magic weapon. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant." Ling Xian gave Fang Han a surprised look.

　　There are three types of spiritual roots in the cultivating world, five basic spiritual roots and three variant spiritual roots, and ten god-spirit roots.

　　 The five basic spiritual roots are gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the monks with these spiritual roots are the most common, but they have the worst talents and the slowest practice speed. The three types of mutant spirit roots refer to wind, ice, and thunder. This type of spirit root is relatively rare. Also the most powerful!

　　Fang Han is a genius with thunder spirit root, which is also the source of his confidence.

　　"Haha, I really like your unexpected look, how about it? I'm scared, I'm a genius like no one in a million, how can you compare to a generation of ants? But it can force me At this point, you are proud enough." Fang Han laughed triumphantly. After defeating the Scarlet Sword Light, his self-confidence was extremely inflated, thinking that after he cast the Thunder Technique, he would definitely be able to kill Ling Xian.

　　 "The frog at the bottom of the well."

　　 Lingxian slowly shook his head, his eyes bloomed with nine-color divine blossoms, and chaotic auras lingered around him, gradually condensing into a brand-new Zhu Jue sword, and suddenly, a sharp killing intent spread, letting the presence. In the eyes of everyone, scenes of **** scenes like purgatory on earth could not help but shuddered by this terrifying killing intent.

　　This sword was transformed by Chaos Qi, not a physical object. Therefore, after it collides, its power will naturally shrink. Only then did the magic sword be used by him for a long time, and its power has been worn out. And after recondensing at this moment, it can be regarded as a real killer sword!

　　 "Such a terrifying breath, what is this?" Fang Han was horrified, looking at the **** long sword with murderous intent, knowing that he could not wait any longer, gritted his teeth and spewed a mouthful of blood. , And then formed a mysterious seal with both hands, casting his strongest spell, intending to kill Ling Xian in one fell swoop.

　　"Qianlong out of the abyss!"

　　 A hundred-foot dragon formed by thunder condensed from Fang Han's back, spreading teeth and dancing claws, lifelike, surrounding him, overflowing with the power of thunder, terrifying, and full of destruction.

When the 　　 Thunder Dragon came out, the terrifying aura permeated, the world suddenly dimmed, and the atmosphere in the air suddenly became solemn.

　　This technique is called Qianlong Out of the Abyss. It was obtained by Fang Han accidentally after one experience. It has exceeded the scope of the spell and belongs to the level of supernatural power. He once used this technique to refining energy at the sixth level. Killed an eighth-level master of gas refining!

　　 wins by more than two tiers, the power of this supernatural power is evident.

　　 "Haha, Ling Xian, this magical power is my one-time experience. It is my strongest trump card. This technique is extremely powerful and unmatched. I see how you can resist it!" Fang Han smiled wildly. His greatest support is also the greatest capital that supports his arrogance.

　　 "If this is your last hole card, then..." Ling Xian was fearless, his wings flapped, and slowly flew up into the sky, looking at Fang Han who was laughing triumphantly below, and said with a chuckle: "You still Go to hell."

　　 "Ling Xian, you are looking for death!"

　　 Fang's cold flames spread three feet, pinched the seal with both hands, and the Thunder Dragon that surrounded his body roared and whizzed out, exuding a trace of extinction, the thunder shining, the electric light danced, and it went straight to Ling Xian!

　　 Ling Xian is high above, suspended in mid-air, while Fang Han is standing on the ground, so Thunder Dragon can only attack from the bottom up~IndoMTL.com~, which coincides with the name of this technique.

　　 Qianlong goes out of the abyss.

　　 "Good coming, holding a divine sword today, laughing and slaughtering the Qianlong!" Ling Xian was very angry, and the three-foot green mountain turned into a hundred-foot giant sword, carrying a supreme edge, and then smashed down against the Thunder Dragon!

　　 "Swipe!"

　　The huge sword is as thick as a mountain, breaking through the void, emitting infinite blood and killing intent, its power is like thunder, its speed is like a violent wind, the sword is magnificent, and its momentum is magnificent!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The moment the Qianlong collided with the Immortal Sword, a terrifying wave spread out, and I saw the Zhu Jue Immortal Sword's radiance and sharpness. It smashed down from the dragon's head to force the thunder to shine. Qianlong cut in half!

　　"This...impossible!"

　　 The Thunder Dragon dissipated in front of him, Fang Han was sluggish for a moment, and then screamed crazy, not daring to imagine what happened before him was real. For a long time, his biggest reliance was this technique, but at this moment, witnessing the Qianlong being broken by that earth-shattering sword, the kind of strong blow can be imagined.

　　His self-confidence, his pride, everything about him, was completely collapsed by Lingxian's sword.

　　 "I lost..." Fang Han stared at the sky blankly, his eyes were blood red, and shouted: "No, I didn't lose! Come again, we will fight three lilies again!"

　　 "No, you lost."

　　 Lingxian's wings fluttered, and he appeared beside him in an instant. With a light touch of the Zhu Jue Immortal Sword, Fang Han's eyes widened, and he subconsciously covered a blood line on his neck, his body slowly fell over. Before his consciousness completely dissipated, a plain and arrogant word slowly sounded, like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart fiercely.

　　"Qianlong is only a Qianlong after all."

　　Yes, Qianlong is only Qianlong after all. It hasn't soared for nine days or galloped for thousands of miles, so how can it be the opponent of Zhu Jue Xianjian?