Battling Records of the Chosen One

Moon-style!

At that moment, the edge of the stormy star-like dreams of glory, spreading and opening, the knife mans month, rising from the stars.

The mood of the world is fascinating, and a group of nearby grievances dissipate in an instant, like snow dissolved in water, and the picture is thrilling.

This is definitely one of the strongest means currently exhibited by Lin Xun. It assists the power of the blade itself and deducts the power of “moon-style” to a new height.

Divine, ethereal, but nothing!

However, the cold and fascinating lotus flower, overflowing with black luster, is like breathing, ignoring this blow and falling on the broken blade.

Soft, graceful, with a sultry enchanting atmosphere.

Lin Xun only felt a sinking in his hand. He felt like he was pressed by a mountain of God on the broken blade. The horrible power, the oppressed him, made him feel overwhelmed by the friction, and the blood was counter-current, and he almost suffered from hemoptysis.

boom!

The fascinating black lotus blooms on the broken blade, and the petals are crystal clear. It is like the night of the night, the darkness and the coldness, and the release of the atmosphere, almost let people fall into it.

There was a slap in the eye of Lin Xun, and the mind was about to fall. The power of the lotus was too strange and powerful, and it was filled with broken edges, making it difficult for Lin to find resistance.

Between the hustle and bustle, Lin Xun saw that in the depths of the grievance army, a black **** was suspended, and the ghosts were faint.

What is astounding is that on the hoe, there is a figure sitting on it, wearing a broken **** scorpion, holding a cracked white bone rosary, like a Buddha, but it looks very strange.

On his bright head, branded with a blooming black lotus, like a life, filled with a stunning demon shine!

His eyes closed, he did not move, and his blood was broken, as if he had already passed away, but it gave people a horrible power like Hell.

Who is this?

Lin searched for the turbulent waves and consciousness, and thought that there was an illusion.

In the army of grievances, there is a Buddha-like horror figure, wearing blood-stained scorpion, holding a white bone rosary, branding a demon lotus on the top of his head, sitting on a black **** on the knees!

This picture is too horrible, full of strange and sultry.

Lin Xun felt that he was about to sink, and he couldn't support it. The black lotus power on the broken blade was spreading, and he was like being imprisoned and oppressed.

How could this be?

How can there be such a strange Buddha in addition to a king wearing a crown in this grievance army?

Who is he?

Is it also a king?

Otherwise, how can power be so horrible, so desperate, it is impossible to resist...

Lin Xun felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, his vision became illusory, and his strong dangerous death atmosphere spurred him to tremble.

Hey!

At this time, his hand interrupted the blade and violently issued a shocking clearing, like a grand voice, the singular star transpiration, like a flame, igniting the black lotus sticking to the broken blade.汹汹 汹汹 汹汹!

Suddenly, Lin searched for a shock, feeling like breaking the shackles of the imprisonment itself, and the ambiguous consciousness suddenly woke up.

Only then did he see that the palm of the hand broke the edge of the blade, and there was a symbol of the trace that had never been seen before. Although it was dense, it was obviously incomplete and vague and incomplete.

Even so, the appearance of the trace symbol appears, so that the broken blade has a unique power that can't be said, and the magical black lotus will be incinerated in a flash!

Suddenly, a scream sounded.

Seeing the depths of the grievance army, the figure of the Buddha sitting on the black skull on the knees, I do not know when to start, opened the closed eyelids.

However, what is terrible is that his eyes are hollow and there are no eyes, like a pair of abyss leading to hell, and he is still bleeding...

The picture, the strange person to the extreme, let Lin find a breath, the scalp is numb, although there is no eyelids, but when he "looks" over, let Lin Xun feel like being stared by the ancient demon, all over the body Soaked by cold sweat, even a finger can't move.

On the broken blade in the hand, the mysterious and incomplete lines disappeared, and they fell into silence, and they could not help Lin find anything.

Lin Xun once confronted a "water Qianshan", a king of life and death from the water, and the same was true. At that time, he felt an unprecedented horror.

However, he is still keenly aware that compared to the water Qianshan, the Buddha figure that is strangely scented is even more horrible!

"It's him……"

A dry, low voice sounded like it had been said for a long time, and the voice was blurred.

Lin searched for a fierce beat, and the Buddha figure was actually talking!

Just, who is this "he"?

Lin Xun can see that the Buddha’s hollow, if the eyes of the abyss of hell, is not looking at himself, but the broken blade in his own hands!

Is this "he" "it", is it a broken blade?

"Innocent years have passed, he is already dead..."

Suddenly, it was a sound, and the sound was clear and cold. There was a bitter chill, which made Lin find the eardrum almost blasted. The heart was cut by a knife, and the lips slammed into a blood.

There is only one voice, and it is not aimed at Lin Xun, but let Lin find the heart and suffer trauma!

In the vagueness, Lin Xun saw a glimpse of the figure, let him feel a familiar atmosphere, and then suddenly remembered, on the road not long ago, they had seen a dead body floating in the sea.

The corpse belongs to the strong three-eyed spirits of the ancient times. It is full of grievances, and Lin Xun once inadvertently saw that there was a shadow figure, and the latter disappeared.

At that time, Lin Xun thought it was an illusion, but at this time, he saw the sly figure again and stood next to the Buddha figure!

However, the figure was shrouded in a layer of dark gray luster, as illusory, it could not be seen clearly.

"It's him!"

The Buddha figure seemed to be unwilling, and the voice was full of anger.

I was silent, and I said for a long time: "Let's go, we are all wrong..."

There is an infinite solitude and desolateness in the voice.

"wrong?"

The Buddha figure made a sigh, his empty eyes no longer "see" the broken blade to Lin, and closed again.

Then, whether it was the shadow of the shadow, or the figure of the Buddha, it was a moment, like the illusion of bubbles, disappeared.

Lin Xun only felt a relaxed, like a new life, the suppression and oppression of the soul, all disappeared.

Looking at the army of grievances, I can't see anything. It seems that I have experienced a strange nightmare. The Buddha figure and the shadow figure have never existed before.

Lin looked pale and soaked in cold sweat. He could be sure that it was definitely not a fantasy, but it happened!

Until then, he couldn't forget the strange Buddha figure, the empty eyes without eyes, the black skull, the **** cockroach, the mottled white bone rosary, and the demon black lotus pattern on the head...

And that smear of the figure, to be more mysterious, covered with dark gas, can not look at its face...

Who are they?

Why did it disappear after disappearing?

Lin looked inside.

kill!

It was only very quickly that he would not care about this. The grievance army was being overwhelmed, and the momentum was rampant and terrible.

Lin Linxun has lost the desire to fight, his figure flickering, and he is approaching the treasure ship.

Everything that happened today is too strange and unpredictable, he needs to calm down completely.

......

......

This sea area is boiling, murderous and disturbing.

Near the treasure ship, Xiao Ran, Yun Che, Su Xingfeng, Zhao Jingyu, they are still in the battle, very fierce.

Hey~~

It wasn't long before, a low, sir, cold horn sounded like a command, and the overwhelming grievance army began to recede like a tide.

Actually withdrew!

Zhao Jingxuan, they are all staying, immediately relieved, and at this time, they have been injured more or less, and it is difficult to hide exhaustion in each eyebrow.

And when they were obedient, the damage was a bit heavy, and half of them were degraded, and they died in the battle.

Even those who did not die were seriously injured, one by one, and they were sent to the treasure ship.

"Zhao Shimei, it seems that the one around you seems to have been robbed." Suddenly, Su Xingfeng opened his mouth with a touch of play, staring at Zhao Jingxi.

Everyone else is also a glimpse. I didn't expect this time, Su Xingfeng would care about a person next to Zhao Jingxi.

Immediately, they showed a thoughtful color and seemed to guess what.

"Su brother, are you looking at my joke?"

Zhao Jingxi frowned, and there was a sigh of anger in his voice, without the calmness and freedom of the past.

She was anxious inside. In the battle just now, she saw Lin Xun being attacked by a powerful grievance, but she was also entangled in the enemy and unable to help.

I never thought, in a blink of an eye, I missed the trail of Lin Xun.

Until then, the enemy army has retreated, but only Lin Xun has disappeared. How can Zhao Jingqi’s inner heart not worry?

Others regard Lin as a stalker, but she can be very clear that Lin Xun’s identity is extremely special. It is not comparable at all. If he is robbed, Zhao Jingyi will definitely be guilty for a lifetime.

"Well, we all return to the treasure ship first. It is imperative that we wait for Elder Goyang to come back."

Xiao Ran is gentle and open, although the words are not powerful, but others dare not refute.

And when they mentioned the elders of Gaoyang, they were all in a tight heart. In the battle just now, Elder Gaoyang was holding a 10,000-hearted furnace and confronted a Wraith King. I wonder if Elder Gaoyang could return safely in this battle...

This makes their minds become heavy, sorrowful at sea, sinister and numerous, and looting. If there is no such master of Gaoyang elders, it will be troublesome.

"Hey, Master Zhao, look at it, your aunt is still alive."

Daddy, the color clothes boy Wenxiang pointed out in the distance.

Zhao Jing’s body was shocked, and when he looked at it, he saw the black smog on the sea. There was a long and graceful figure plucking it. If you look closely, isn’t Lin Xun?

All of a sudden, Zhao Jingyu’s Qing Dynasty became bright and full of joy, and her inner worries and guilt were swept away.

Su Xingfeng stunned, his brows were wrinkled in an imperceptible manner, and he was trapped in the depths of the enemy's army. Can the little monks in the lower world still come back alive?

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