Chapter 2178 Kill

"Damn it!"

Seeing the old man in black robe suffer so much, his soul was pierced through, and the old man in purple robe and eight people rushed to help.

Lin Tian's eyes were cold, and there were nine black moons in each of them, and the luck surged in the slight earthquake, and he pressed down towards the front.

Moreover, he waved the seven-colored sword in his hand, and with the power of luck, he slashed it down with one blow.

The two attacks pressed together, directly shattering all the magic spells sacrificed by the purple-robed old man and others, almost shattering the cracks in this world.

"Walk!"

The faces of the nine people were all ugly, and the black-robed old man gritted his teeth. The hole in the soul body still existed, and it was difficult to recover in a short time. One of them opened his mouth, rushed out from the cracks in the world, and continued to fly away, heading towards the clan. go.

With their current situation, they really can't stop Lin Tian, ​​they can only run away, and they won't get any benefit from a direct confrontation.

Lin Tian's eyes were cold, and he immediately chased after him.

His current speed is much faster than that of the nine, and soon he caught up with the nine again and cut him down with a single sword.

With a clang sound, the sharp seven-colored sword light flew towards them, and fell in front of the nine people in an instant, mixed with the power of luck.

The nine people worked together to hold up a series of powerful techniques to resist, but the ending was the same as before, and they couldn't stop it at all.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Blood splashed, and under the gathering of the seven-colored sword and the power of luck, the nine people were blown to pieces.

Immediately, the sound of Gululu sounded, and the nine souls were immortal, and soon they re-condensed their physical bodies.

However, as soon as the nine talents condensed into the physical body, they met Lin Tian's sword strike again, and the dense colorful sword light flew towards them, directly piercing the nine people into a hornet's nest, especially the old man in the black robe, because Lin Tian's Deliberately targeting, the most injured, the most sword light hit, the newly condensed body became tattered in a blink of an eye.

Lin Tian held the Seven-Color Excalibur, his luck surrounded him, his pace didn't change at all, and he ruthlessly pushed forward.

"cough!"

The next moment, his holy body trembled violently and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The burden of Fate's Eye was too great for him, and the backlash became more and more intense.

"A mere dominator-level ant, do you think you can control it forever? Soon, you will collapse yourself!"

The old man in Wupao said coldly, he has been targeted by Lin Tian all the time, seeing this scene at this moment, he felt very happy in his heart.

Lin Tian wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slashed at the opponent with a sword: "Before that, I will kill you!"

With a clanging sound, the colorful sword light reappeared, and with the power of luck, it appeared in front of the black-robed old man in a blink of an eye.

The sharp sword, and the speed was so fast that the old man in Wupao had no time to dodge at this time. He was directly pierced through the chest, and a large amount of blood splashed out. Immediately, his tattered body exploded again.

"what!"

The man roared, his soul retreated, and his body quickly reunited.

again! His body was crushed by Lin Tian again!

He is the dignified elder of the Heavenly Guardian Clan, one of the most powerful people in the forefront of the world, and now he is being targeted by Lin Tian, ​​a dominant monk, and injured again and again, which makes him feel extremely aggrieved and angry.

"Hold it, let's go!"

The purple-robed old man said in a low voice, knowing the current situation, he and the other seven people pulled the black-robed old man back.

Now, their combat power is inferior to ordinary Tongtian powerhouses, and they need to return to the clan as soon as possible.

Lin Tian looked at the nine people, his pupils felt burning pain, and his vision was already blurred.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and after a moment's pause, he chased after him again.

"I will kill you!"

He was very fast, and soon he caught up to the nine of them, and the power of luck bombarded with the colorful sword.

The faces of the nine powerhouses were all ugly, and they retreated while resisting.

In this way, Lin Tian chased and killed nine people, and nine people fled. In the blink of an eye, a full seven hours passed.

In seven hours, the nine seventy-two-winged powerhouses became even more embarrassed, and many of their wings were broken.

His combat strength has even dropped below the Heavenly Level, and his face has become much paler.

Especially the old man in Wupao, because of Lin Tian's targeting, he was the most seriously injured, and now only his soul body is left, because the power of luck hits his soul again and again, and now he temporarily loses the ability to reorganize his physical body.

At the same time, Lin Tian's condition was naturally not much better, the blood overflowing from his eyes almost stained his entire face red, his vision became more blurred, and the burning pain became more intense.

However, his expression still didn't change a bit.

At this time, his holy power was about to dry up, and the seven-colored divine sword had been taken back by him to the sea of ​​consciousness, barely supporting the eye of fate, surrounded by the power of luck, and continued to kill forward.

"Buzz!"

The majestic luck moved violently, pressing on the nine people, shaking them apart, and vomiting blood profusely.

The old man in Wupao was the most miserable, his soul body was covered with cracks.

It was also at this time that Lin Tian took a step and appeared directly next to his spirit.

His mouth and eyes were bleeding, but his eyes were cold, and luck vortexes evolved around him, trapping the soul of the black-robed old man, and then, strands of luck gathered under his thoughts to his fist.

In just a moment, his right fist was completely wrapped by the power of luck.

The old man in Wupao trembled suddenly, now only his soul was left, and he was extremely weak, at most comparable to a monk at the master level, and he couldn't shake the vortex of luck around him. Seeing the fist of luck condensed by Lin Tian, ​​he couldn't help but Live shouted: "Stay..."

"die!"

Blood overflowed from Lin Tian's mouth, and he spit out a cold word, and he punched down directly with a fist condensed with boundless luck.

The next moment, this punch landed firmly on the soul of the black-robed old man, smashing his soul to pieces.

The purple-robed old man and the others changed their colors, and their faces became extremely ugly for a moment.

An elder of their clan was slightly stronger than the strongest in the universe, but now, one of them was beheaded by the master-level Lin Tian like this.

There are only dozens of strong people of this level, and their family has gone through endless years!

How big is this loss? !

"Damn it! Beast!"

The eight people stared at Lin Tian, ​​all of them with murderous intent. They were originally in a very high state of mind, but now they are completely chaotic.

Lin Tian gasped for breath, and blood gushed out of his mouth again, and turned his head to look at the eight people.

His eyes were still cold, and there were nine black moons in each pupil, which gave people a terrifying feeling.

"Buzz!"

The power of luck surged around him by itself, and the vortices of luck flowed horizontally.

He took a step and pushed towards the eight people.

Seeing him like this, even though he felt that he was already on the verge of collapse, and it seemed that he could be pushed away with a light push, but the eight of them still couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Walk!"

One of them gritted his teeth, and immediately, the eight of them backed away again.

They are all injured too badly now. Although Lin Tian seems to fall at will at this time, he still supports the Destiny Eye, and there is still a strong luck surrounding his body. They dare not try to fight it head-on.

Because they are now on the verge of death, if they are hit by the power of luck again, at most twice, they will follow in the footsteps of the old man in black robe.

They dare not bet!

For a moment, accompanied by the sound of piercing through the air, the eight people left this place very far away in the blink of an eye.

Lin Tian stared at the eight people going away, the vortex of luck surrounded his body, he stepped forward, and then stopped.

Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, his vision was completely blurred at this moment, the nine black moons in his pupils slowly dissipated, and he fainted and fell down, being swept up by a vortex of luck that hadn't dissipated beside him go in.