Chapter 373

Taking a deep breath, ye Xuanju pointed his sword at Lin Tingtao and said, "what are you going to do now?"

Lin Tingtao clenched his teeth, looked at Ye Xuan and said, "Ye Xuan, I really underestimated you."

Ye Xuan said with a smile, "so, are you ready to pay the price?"

"Don't be too early to be happy." Lin Tingtao murmured, "that's all. You can't kill me. I'll win in the end."

As he spoke, Lin Tingtao stretched out his hand to pull his clothes.

The robe was already in tattered condition. It was easily pulled by Lin Tingtao, and it was completely broken.

Lin Tingtao said naked: "Ye Xuan, I really didn't expect that I would be forced to this extent by you, but that's all!"

Ye Xuan stares at Lin Tingtao firmly, but he doesn't speak. His eyes are completely on Lin Tingtao's waist at the moment, and he is totally lazy to pay attention to what Lin Tingtao says.

Because, in that position

There's a tattoo!

White moon tattoo!

"Is it again?"

Ye Xuan murmured in a low voice, feeling that a bad premonition appeared before.

Although the white moon tattoo can not be said to be common, it always appears suddenly at a certain time, as if to show off their own sense of existence.

Moreover, the appearance of white moon tattoos is becoming more and more irregular.

First, the disciples of Tianmen sect. The white moon tattoo appeared on the bodies of Hong zhen'er and Yang Chen, and then on the disciples of Southern Tiange. Later, ye Xuan found that other people had the same tattoo.

In retrospect, the origin of the white moon tattoo may be very long ago, even on Sikong Ling's coffin. Now, it appears on Lin Tingtao's body.

Lin Tingtao has no family or school. Although he is powerful, he is indeed a monk. No doubt, it has nothing to do with the influence of any party. However, ye Xuan thinks that the appearance of the white moon tattoo can subvert this possibility.

In this moment

Lin Tingtao suddenly raised his sword, but instead of attacking Ye Xuan, he swept his sword to his waist.

Poof!

The wind and rain swept from Lin Tingtao's waist, bringing out a splash of blood, scattered on the sea.

"Ye Xuan!" Lin Tingtao roared: "you forced me to use this move. You must die. I will bury you in the rain!"

Lin Tingtao coughs gently and spits blood out of his mouth. Then the blood turns into tiny raindrops, floating towards the sky, dense and melting into the rain.

Almost for a moment, ye xuanmei picked.

The torrential rain that Lin Tingtao set off has been forcibly captured by Sancai Wanling cloud, but ye Xuan feels that Sancai Wanling cloud has lost contact with the rainstorm.

The thunder in the sky still belongs to the colorful clouds, but the wind and rain around are not!

At this time, those blood beads into the wind and rain.

Every thread of blood has become a bright red color, red makes people feel dazzled, red makes people feel a little scared.

Lin Tingtao paid his own life as a price for this bloody rain.

Ye Xuan looked at Lin Tingtao and said, "are you crazy? Do you know what you're going to pay? "

Ye Xuan doesn't know what price Lin Tingtao will pay, but ye Xuan is not stupid. How much can be guessed.

That is

Life!

Ten years? Twenty years?

Lin Tingtao paid his own vitality as the price of this attack. The most intuitive result is that Lin Tingtao will lose his life. Even if he finds the precious wood aura treasure for the continuation of life, it is not necessarily able to make up for the lost life.

Is it worth it?

Ye Xuan wants to ask Lin Tingtao what he thinks and what they are plotting. It is worth doing such a crazy thing.

The three elders of Donglai island have given up their future and have to enter this archaic battlefield since they have cut their own accomplishments. It is already unthinkable.

However, ye Xuan could barely accept it.

After all, Donglai island's three old ages are not small, and there is not much time in the future. Even if we can cut ourselves and cultivate our successors, we can understand it.

The most important thing for a dying monk is his own inheritance.

What is Lin Tingtao's picture?

He is only 30 years old, and he has reached the peak of Yuanji state. It is only a matter of time before he becomes a great master. Moreover, at his age, he will soon become a king. Even, this should not be his limit.

With Lin Tingtao's current strength and talent, it's too far away to make a conclusion, but it's not that Lin Tingtao has no chance to impact on yuanzunjing!

Yuan Zunjing strong, no doubt also can be regarded as the world's powerful, in charge of one side of the strong!However, Lin Tingtao chose to lose his life!

Is this a simple matter of life expectancy reduction? Of course not. It means that the time of practice is shortened and the time of death is advanced.

Clearly, as long as he had more time, Lin Tingtao could climb higher, but he had to die ahead of time and end everything.

How ironic is this?

Other people are not gifted enough, so their cultivation is restricted and their life is poor. No matter how long they live, they can't make any progress. However, Lin Tingtao is clearly capable, but he has no time!

How can such a price be small?

So what is Lin Tingtao trying to figure out?

Lin Tingtao coughed blood and said: "I want to see the scenery that no one has ever seen and climb a mountain that no one has ever climbed. I don't want to be trapped in a cage. In order to get this, all the costs are worth it."

Ye Xuan looked at the white moon tattoo on Lin Tingtao's waist and said, "is it related to this tattoo?"

Lin Tingtao's face suddenly changed. It seemed that he lost his interest in talking to Ye Xuan in a flash. In other words, he did not want to mention his white moon tattoo. The next moment, Lin Tingtao whispered to Ye Xuan: "Ye Xuan, die!"

The bloody rain, completely turned into brilliance, shrouded the four fields, and then madly fell, dense and violent, toward the direction of Ye Xuan.

Yuan Zongjing's nine level peak of all-out strike!

Lin Tingtao paid such a heavy price, of course, it was effective. The blood rain contained incomparable terrifying power. It seemed that as long as he was drenched, he would immediately burst into pieces.

Even if the physical extreme state, in front of that piece of blood rain, also showed meaningless, simply can not resist this piece of blood rain.

Ye Xuan looked up at the sky with a cool feeling on his face. The waves around him were constantly up and down, hitting the reefs around the island. The waves beat the waves, and the rocks were crushed to pieces by the waves.

And then

Ye Xuan took a deep breath!

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