MTL - Painting of the Nine Immortals-Chapter 2786 Rival Reappearance

The emperor is here, the legend is born.

Lingxian practiced for two hundred years. After scoring thorns and thorns, after wind and rain, he finally reached the peak of humanity!

No one questioned, no one praised.

Ling Xian's record against the sky is there, no one dares to question, and no one needs praise.

If you have to praise, eight words are enough.

Immortals can not come out, Lingxian is invincible!

Everyone in the audience stared at Ling Xian, without exception, showing awe.

Even if his blood-stained robes and heavy breathing made the ambitions tremble, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe. "ended…"

Lingxian Changshu breathed a sigh of relief, coughing up blood and becoming weaker than ever.

His injuries were too severe, the internal organs were cracked, the meridian bones were broken, and the sequelae of burning the ancient blood of Tianzun were naturally weak to the extreme.

The dying appearance made everyone present eager to move, but no one dared to shoot.

No matter how weak a lion is, it is also a lion.

"I have reached the pinnacle of humanity. Next, it's time to hit Xiandao." Ling Xian smiled slightly and looked at the mysterious source of the gods.

This thing allows him to set foot in the state of God, to honor the world for 30,000 years, but the **** is not what he wants.

He wanted to transcend the Celestial Master, immortal and immortal.

"Take it away, and I will become a **** when I have to."

Ling Xian chuckled. Although seriously injured and dying, the result was good. Not only did she remove her ancestors, but she also received the source of the gods.

Right now, he raised his hand to cover the sky, and grasped the source of the gods.

At this moment, a bright light emerged, opening up Ling Xian's big hands.

"It's better to come early than you happen, thank you for clearing the way."

With a clear laughter, a man in white came to the cloud, his sword and eyebrows were so beautiful, and he was as handsome as a woman.

He is immaculate and immaculate, as if he is immaculate, like the King of Immortals, beyond the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements. It is the mysterious man who once had a relationship with Ling Xian.

Behind him, two glamorous women bowed their heads, one holding a sword and the other holding a piano.

The shameful flowers closed the moon, the country was beautiful, and the two women were graceful and luxurious, attracting everyone's attention.

But the most striking thing is undoubtedly the man in white.

It's so handsome, pretty and ridiculous, even the two women who are ashamed to spend the moon are slightly behind.

"It's you…"

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed and he looked at the universe. Few people could see through him, and few people made him afraid.

Men in white are one of them.

This person is inscrutable, although it is only one side, but left a deep impression on Ling Xian.

"Meet again, do you remember what I said to you when I was leaving?" The man in white was holding his hands behind his back, and had a cinnabar mole on his brows.

"Forget." Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep, her radiance bright, and her injuries improved.

He couldn't see through the practice of the man in white, but the feeling this man gave him was like a peerless dragon, more terrible than the old man in black.

Ling Xian, who was seriously injured, was naturally prepared to wait.

"Then I will say it again. The next time I meet, I will see the sword soldiers, but I will not hear words."

"The reason why I said this is because I thought that next time you meet, you can grow to the point of fighting me."

"Unfortunately, you are still too weak to kill you, and it will not do me any good."

"Give way, I'm only here for the source of the gods."

The man in white is handsome and unparalleled, with a gentle smile on his face, and looks approachable, but he is arrogant but hard to hide.

It is like the heavenly **** of all spirits, supreme, overlooking sentient beings.

"If you want to take the source of the gods, you need to see if you have this ability." Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

The words made him more uncomfortable.

"Semi-disabled people, dare to challenge my lord?" The woman with a negative sword looked cold, killing like a tide, sweeping the Eight Wastelands.

"I'm talking to your lord, can it be your turn to intervene?"

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent, and the negative sword woman was a close man, and she had a good foundation, not inferior to Lin Canghai.

However, compared to him, it is undoubtedly a hundred thousand miles away. Even if he is seriously injured and dying, the woman with a negative sword is vulnerable.

"you wanna die!"

The negative sword woman was full of wrath, and the blue silk turned into a sword.

"I thought I was seriously dying, why can't I help you?"

Ling Xianxing's eyes flowed with aura of light, smashing the sky's sword energy. If it were not for a man in white, a woman with a negative sword would also have to be disabled.

"Sword Lord, back down, you are not his opponent."

The mouth of the man in white smiled, with pride under mildness and contempt under calm.

For the sword-riding woman, Lingxian was unable to counteract the existence, but to him, Lingxian was like a chicken and a dog.

"Yes, master."

The negative sword woman looked down at Ling Xian, and it was difficult to conceal her contempt: "The acquaintance will get away and anger my master. You can't afford it."

"No more words, I killed you."

Ling Xianxing's eyes were calm and did not contain the intention of killing, but she let the negative sword woman's heart tremble and step back unconsciously.

Diwei!

Kill the ancestors of the Gu family and cut the three top masters. Ling Xian is already a humane emperor.

Even if he was seriously injured and dying, he did not show his power and was shocked for nine days!

"Jian Ji, you're ashamed."

The woman holding the harp shows a slight frown, and Jian Ji recedes because of Ling Xian, not only losing her own face, but also leaving the white man's face dull.

"I ..." The negative sword woman retorted intentionally, but she was speechless.

Retreat is a fact, and fear is a fact.

"Don't be afraid, God can't kill you with me." The man in white smiled softly, but showed arrogance.

How conceited that the **** is invincible to all realms, but he can't kill his niece? Not to mention arrogance?

The crowd at the scene was horrified and wondered whether the man in white was really capable or was talking nonsense.

"My master never speaks rashly."

The woman with a negative sword glanced coldly at everyone, saying: "When my master comes to the world, you will understand how great my master is."

"All right."

The white man smiled and turned his eyes to Lingxian, saying, "Let's go, you don't deserve the source of the gods."

"If I don't let it?" Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep, endless ancient characters appeared, half flooded, half forged.

"If you don't let it, it will only kill you."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, you are useless at this moment."

The man in white is careless, as if to kill Ling Xian, it is only a trivial matter.

"I won't make way. If you have the skills, you can come in." Ling Xian's expression was calm. He didn't give up the word in his dictionary, nor did he compromise.

Even if his life is on the line, even if his opponent is unfathomable, he has no fear at all!

"Also, since you don't know each other, then I have to beat you." The man in white slowly took a step forward, like a fairy immortal and peerless.

Just as he stepped, a distant Big Dipper suddenly heard a loud noise.

There is no sign of loud noises, such as a thunderstorm on a sunny day. All the creatures can hear the sound clearly and instantly.

Immediately, another loud noise came, not the Big Dipper, but the Gou Chenxing.