Chapter 1665

After a moment of breathing adjustment, Fang Lin has recovered to his peak state, and the Qi machine in his body runs violently, with faint signs of further progress.

Further, it is the late stage of xiaochangsheng. Originally, it takes a long time for Fang Lin to reach this level, but after seeing the twelve murals and dreaming back to eternity, Fang Lin's own realm seems to have reached the stage of breakthrough.

Coupled with the continuous hard work in 100000 mountains and rivers before, Fang Lin is also constantly polishing himself.

It is safe to practice step by step, but continuous fighting constantly forces your limits, which can also make the strength of martial artists grow rapidly.

Fang Lin is such a person, constantly improving himself and improving himself in the fight with others.

Although the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion is strong, he is also a very good sharpener. Fang Lin is eager to fight with him once more, so that his strength can be improved faster.

As for defeating the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion, Fang Lin was not sure before he saw the twelve murals, because the Lord of Fengjian pavilion was indeed very strong, and he was also an expert who survived in ancient times. He was very different from contemporary martial artists, and no one knew how many cards he had hidden.

But now, after dreaming back forever, Fang Lin realized some power he had never touched.

Having mastered this power, Fang Lin was a little sure that he could try to defeat the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion.

But it's just a try. Fang Lin's heart is not even 30% sure.

"When you show enough strength, maybe you can force me to use the strongest sword." Feng Jian Pavilion master smiled lightly and said to Lin.

Fang Lin sneered repeatedly, and there were dots of flames in front of him, and then condensed together.

Each of these flames is only the size of a finger. When they are condensed together, they are only as big as a fist, and they don't look very impressive.

But each flame actually contains the power of a terrible flame.

With so many flames condensed together, only Fang Lin knows how powerful the fist sized flame is.

Yan Shen ancient lamp is the treasure of Yan Huang. Its function is not only to allow users to increase their realm in a short time, but also to use flame at will.

Fang Lin now mastered the eight Yan Shen ancient lamps. With the increase of use times, Fang Lin gradually adapted to the pressure brought by the Yan Shen ancient lamps to the body, especially after having the body of the real dragon, the burden brought by the eight Yan Shen ancient lamps will no longer make Fang Lin feel much pain, and can last for a long time.

Moreover, Fang Lin's use of Yan Shen ancient lamp has also reached the level of perfection, even if it is not as good as the Yan Emperor, who was one of the eight emperors of the last generation, it has also reached the level of sevenoreight points.

The flame continues to condense, and the temperature around Fang Lin also rises sharply. If someone is within a hundred steps of Fang Lin at the moment, he will be hurt by the terrible temperature. If he is not well cultivated, he will be burned to death.

What Fang Lin has to do is simply to condense the power of Yan Shen ancient lamp, and then release it when it is powerful enough to produce terrible destructive power.

This move has been used against the eight swordsmen before, and the effect is excellent, so that everyone of the eight swordsmen is seriously injured.

But to deal with the immortal strong like the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion, we can't deal with the level of the eight swordsmen at that time. The power of the flame should be strengthened to hurt the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion.

When Fang Lin condensed the flame, the Lord of Feng Jian Pavilion unexpectedly didn't rush to fight, so he stood below and looked at Fang Lin for a while, with a smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to Fang Lin's ability to use this trick.

"It's a good idea to use the power of the burning God ancient lamp to deal with me. The treasure is also very powerful. It's a pity that you are not the burning emperor after all. If he is using the burning God ancient lamp, it will be different." The Lord of Feng Jian Pavilion smiled and said that the large and small scars on his face looked particularly shocking.

Fang Lin sneered, "if the emperor is here, you don't even have the qualification to stand and speak."

The Lord of Fengjian Pavilion looked the same, but Fang Lin's words made the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion stab in his heart.

Fang Lin was right. If the Emperor Yan was here, the master of Fengjian Pavilion could not have been an enemy with him. He could only kneel before the Emperor Yan and bow his head.

Even if he was the owner of the sword Pavilion, who was also a relic of ancient times and the strongest swordsman today, he was at best a second-class thing in the ancient times when there were so many masters.

"Too much time for you." The Lord of Fengjian Pavilion said coldly, and the golden feather sword in his hand was waved again, and the golden winged Tianpeng came with infinite sword Qi.

Fang Lin's arms were open, and the flame roared down, like a pillar of fire, with the golden winged Tianpeng virtual shadow and countless swords coming from the sky.

Roar!!!

Then, the real dragon virtual shadow and the kylin virtual shadow surged out of Fang Lin's arms at the same time, like two ancient monsters really woke up, which made countless monsters in 100000 mountains and rivers tremble.

The golden winged Tian Peng roared angrily into the sky, and with a dazzling golden light, he bravely rushed to the real dragon and the kylin, unexpectedly to defeat two with one.

The three monsters, known as standing on the top of all living beings, are competing in a special way at the moment.

At the moment when the three virtual shadows collided, the golden winged Tianpeng issued a deafening roar, with a trace of reluctance.

After all, one enemy is two, and the golden winged Tianpeng is only transformed by the breath of the golden feather sword. Naturally, it can't resist the two virtual shadows of kylin and real dragon.

The empty shadow of the golden winged Tianpeng dissipated, but the countless powerful sword Qi was full of power, killing the flames released by Fang Lin constantly.

The flame is dissipating, and the sword gas is dissipating.

But Fang Lin's real killing moves are still behind!

The eight flaming Golden Lotus blossomed quietly in front of him. Under the flow of fire, Fang Lin was set off by the light of the eight golden lotus, which seemed quite magnificent.

Although the flaming Golden Lotus is beautiful, it can turn all the spirits in the world into ashes.

The spirit of fire exists in every ancient lamp, and the power of the spirit of fire is more than ten times stronger than that of ordinary fire.

In other words, these eight flame Golden Lotus, compared with the power of Fang Lin's move just now, are not a bit strong.

At this moment, the Lord of the Fengjian Pavilion didn't smile, but was replaced by an unprecedented dignified color.

Even when facing the East pole heavenly king, the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion never showed such an expression.

"You deserve my ninth sword." The Lord of Fengjian Pavilion gently spit out a mouthful of turbidity, the sword box quietly opened, and Jin Yu was included in the sword box, while a rusty and only half of the remnant sword was taken out by the Lord of Fengjian Pavilion.

"This sword is nameless, and it comes from the ancient dry tomb."

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