Zuo Haotian smiled sarcastically and watched as the vortex get closer and closer to Xia Lin, only less than one meter away.

Although it was one meter, the strong wind still tore Xia Lin's clothes into pieces, and even cut a few blood marks on his skin.

A strong suffocation came from his heart, panic echoed in his heart, bloodshots on his skin were shattered, like a cruel killing, making him so painful that he couldn't control himself.

But because of this, the physical pain made Xia Lin completely awake from the thoughts and felt a little ashamed of his reaction just now.

"The reason why Zuo Haotian is powerful is not because he is a chanter, but because he is strong in himself!"

"Since the practitioner is in line with the chanting, he will never be inferior to the chanting! Now the chanting is respected, but because there are too few chanting."

"The reason why I was suppressed is because my strength was too weak! If I successfully activate my bloodline and become a cultivator, how could I be afraid of the chanter?"

"I've died once, will I be afraid of death again?"

"Would you be willing to be slaughtered like this? No, never! Even if you die, you will die vigorously and you cannot leave any regrets for yourself!"

The pain in the skin made Xia Lin's thoughts like lightning. He quickly analyzed the matter clearly. His low self-confidence rose again. The Breaking Heaven-Jie in his body was running at a high speed, and the two unprecedented clear lights!

"I! Absolutely! No! Acknowledge it! Lose!"

"collapse!"

It seemed that in order to feel Xia Lin's blood boiling, a light sound as thin as a mosquito sound came from the body. With the rapid operation of the Breaking Heaven Art, the blood channel in the body pushed forward a little bit again, and the blockage stuck in the body finally released. Although it was very weak and only pushed a little bit, this was the last blockage in Xia Lin's body.

Sensing the changes in his body, Xia Lin's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and the blood channel was completely opened!

The last one percent, finished.

The blood channel is untied, 100%!

The bloodline of the ancient barbarians is completely activated and the bloodline power is completely released!

"boom!"

A great aura suddenly came from Xia Lin's body, and the vast ancient majesty seemed to fall from the sky. With the violent roar, Xia Lin was shrouded in blood and energy all over the sky.

Xia Lin could easily feel the sound coming from his body, and the powerful bloodline began to roar in his body.

At this time, his body was like a vast ocean, and all the power was completely integrated. The Breaking Heaven Art finally didn't have to struggle in that slight passage. Every week he ran, Xia Lin could feel the increase in his power.

Under the guidance of this inexplicable energy, the Breaking Heaven Art ran for a hundred weeks instantly, and the blood and energy surrounding him were completely absorbed, and the power in his body was completely stabilized.

Finally a breakthrough!

The first realm of the practitioner is the blood refining realm!

After careful insight, Xia Lin was amazed, ten times! The power at this time was at least ten times that of the previous one!

This is the power of the cultivator.

In terms of power alone, the chanter and the warrior cannot compete with him at all!

Xia Lin was feeling the power in his body, but this scene was not the case that happened to other people.

Lu'er covered her little mouth, her face full of tears. Just now, she saw the vortex approaching the young master, and then the young master was covered in blood mist. Thinking of the scene where the crow was torn apart just now, Lu'er's face was extremely pale.

Sun Zhong and other disciples of the village also looked at this scene with grief and anger. Will the eldest master of Heifeng Village fall here because of this inexplicable monster? Until this time, they did not realize that they met the Nianzhe, a strong man who has always respected in the mainland of China! Under normal circumstances, there will be no Nianzhe in places like Linjiang City, let alone such remote places near Heifeng Village. It is normal that they have never seen it before.

The only thing that felt something was wrong was Zuo Haotian. Looking at Xia Lin covered in blood mist, he keenly felt something was wrong. He captured the majesty that suddenly appeared and disappeared just now. What kind of power was that?!

"boom!"

The blood mist returned and was sucked into Xia Lin's body. The strength was stable, and Xia Lin took action without hesitation.

The tenth palm of Ling Feng Palm!

This power, which is far beyond the first-grade martial arts of Lingfeng Palm, completely exploded at this time. The tenth palm activated by the Blood Refining Realm, the thick blood and energy in the body fluctuated and poured into the palm of the hand continuously, and then turned into an invisible force to push forward.

"Take it—"

There was no bursting roar, no strong shock, and some were just like the sound of linen being torn apart. This terrifying light green vortex was like a piece of calligraphy and painting, and was torn to pieces by Xia Lin.

easy!

"What?!"

"How is this possible?" Zuo Haotian looked at this scene incredibly, "This is my psychic technique at the bottom of my chest. How could it fail? You are just a small Ninth Level of Body Forging, how could it be?!"

Xia Lin sneered, "The sad guy, I haven't discovered that he is a cultivator until now. Looking at him from the perspective of a warrior, he naturally cannot find his strength."

"There must be some treasure on you, right?" Zuo Haotian's eyes suddenly lit up, "It must be some mysterious treasure, maybe it is a chanting tool."

Zuo Haotian licked his lips, "After using it once, I guess he has no power anymore. If you use the Xuanbao and the chanting instrument that exceeds the level, what power do you have? I can see if you can still avoid it!"

"One-level psychic technique - the source of storm!"

"boom!"

The long sword rotated, and the white light beam spread to the sky. The same light green color appeared again. The same trick as before came out again, and it still burst out with a terrifying power. However, this time the difference was that after Zuo Haotian used it, his entire soul shook slightly, and his mind power was about to run out.

Obviously, such a powerful move is still a bit difficult for him.

"Why."

Xia Lin sighed, for Zuo Haotian and for himself.

Two times, only one level of chanting skills can be activated twice, which shows that Zuo Haotian is just a newly-educated chanting person! He is not considered a strong person at all!

I sighed for myself because I almost collapsed by such a new starter just now!

"It's over."

Xia Lin silently repeated Zuo Haotian's words just now, and rushed out again, without any suspense, tearing the light green vortex apart again!

easy!

"snort."

Zuo Haotian snorted coldly, turned around and ran away. The white soul's speed was so fast that it was impossible to react at all. At the speed at which Xia Lin had just broken through at this time, if the distance was pulled apart, it would be too late to catch up.

"Do you want to escape?"

Xia Lin showed a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth. It was okay, he was about to try it out, the current power of this move.

"Inch step!"

brush!

Xia Lin's figure flashed and he took three steps in a row, an inch weaker than before, and many times stronger. In just these three short steps, he intercepted Zuo Haotian's just starting figure.

This time, Xia Lin did not stop at all, and his body suddenly rushed out and rushed towards Zuo Haotian's soul.

"Click!"

Xia Lin held his right hand and tightly pinched Zuo Haotian's neck.

"Xia Lin, you dare! Behind me is a sect of the sect, my master will not let you go." Zuo Haotian said unwillingly.

"If you kill you, no one will know." Xia Lin sneered and punched out, shaking Zuo Haotian's soul away!

"Wow—"

The white light dissipated in the air and became without a trace.

It's over!

For a moment, the surroundings were silent, and everyone looked at Xia Lin. When they thought Xia Lin would die, the eldest young master once again staged a dream-level feast! He killed the enemy with absolute strength. Although he didn't know what that soul-like monster was, no one would doubt Xia Lin's strength anymore. Looking at Xia Lin at this time, the disciples automatically put a circle of sacred halos behind Xia Lin and swear to follow him to the death!

"Young Master... It's really the young master." Lu'er murmured. Looking at the young master's victory in killing his opponent, she didn't have much thought.

The only thing that was excited was that the young master... it was fine.

"Hahahahaha!"

At this moment, a crazy laugh attracted everyone's eyes and was shocked. Zuo Haotian, who had been sitting cross-legged in the distance, actually stood up!

My soul was shattered, but he was not dead!

"How could you idiots know the power of the Mind!" Zuo Haotian laughed wildly and fled to the distance. The speed was so fast that it was beyond the reach of rear-end.

Zuo Haotian's words caused a sensation among the crowd. A long time ago, they had heard of the myth of the chanter, and each of them would test their chanter talent to see if they could reach the sky in one step. Unfortunately, none of them met this condition.

Of course, if someone meets this condition, he will not be here at this time, but this does not prevent them from understanding the power of the chanter!

The minder starts in the Soul-Leaving Realm, which is equivalent to the cyclone realm of the warrior and the blood refining realm of the cultivator!

However, his combat power is stronger than that of the cyclone realm. As for cultivators, they not only need terrifying talent for the flesh god, but also corresponding inheritance techniques, so they have long been ignored.

"The one who thinks! He is the one who thinks!"

"The minder starts to leave the soul, and what we just faced is such a powerful enemy!"

"Wait, if you say so, the young master has already been in the cyclone realm?"

"Young Master!"

Sun Zhong walked over with admiration. After looking at Xia Lin, he said with some concern, "Young Master, that guy, that person..."

Xia Lin looked up and saw that Zuo Haotian had run far away, as if he was about to disappear from his sight.

"If this guy runs away, we may be in trouble." Sun Zhong whispered.

Xia Lin smiled and shrugged and said, "I know, but there is nothing I can do. I can't catch up with you, so I can only watch him run away."

Sun Zhong looked at the young master with a wry smile. Why is the young master still so casual? He is a scholar! Even if the young master can defeat him, what about his senior brothers? What about the master? Thinking about the last time about Qingshan Gate, he was a little trembling. If the young master had not been strong, I'm afraid they would have been invited to Qingshan Gate for tea last time. I'll say whether they could come back.
Chapter completed!