Hearing that sentence, Lin Haoran suddenly fell into deep thought. Can he re-cultivate to the Emperor Realm on Earth?

The cultivation environment on the earth is completely incomparable to the Xuantian Continent, which can be seen from the spiritual energy of the two.

However, although he was suspicious, Lin Haoran would not ask the man in black robe, because he knew that the man in black robe would definitely not know about it.

...

At this time, the man in the black robe on the balcony did not expect that Lin Haoran was thinking about the matter of the Emperor Realm. Seeing that Lin Haoran did not speak, he thought Lin Haoran was frightened by his description.

The man in black robe was very proud, "Boy, now he knows that he is weak."

"The move you just killed my hand is the master's internal strength and external release. Humph, a little master, when he saw me, not only did he not kneel down and beg for mercy, but he also dared to kill my subordinates. I will definitely peel you off and cramp you later!"

"A little master?"

Lin Haoran looked like a smile on his face.

"Aren't you the Grandmaster?"

This man in black robe is really funny. He is obviously a master and speaks so loudly.

"What, you arrogant boy dare to say that I am at the Grand Master level?" The man in black robe seemed very sensitive to the topic of strength level.

He looked at Lin Haoran with a ferocious face, "Boy, who do you think I am? I am from the Grand Master Realm? I will tell you, I don't know how many Grand Master Realm monks have died. I will be from the Grand Master Realm?"

"Do you know it in your heart?"

Lin Haoran is very sure that the man in the black robe is only at the level of a master, and his powerful spiritual sense has long seen the man in the black robe clearly.

It seems that a flying sword I got from somewhere made him swell and he couldn't even see his own strength clearly.

Lin Haoran shook his head in his heart. The man in black probably wouldn't have another chance to be promoted in this life. Judging from the essence of his ability, he has lost the possibility of further development.

"And, you said I just released my internal strength?"

Lin Haoran disdained the Timberwolves who had already disappeared on the ground next to him.

"I'll tell you, I just used my spiritual sense to gather the air together and condensed into a real air wall, not a matter of internal energy and external release."

Hearing this, the man in black robe seemed to hear some funny joke, laughing, "Haha, boy, did you say you used your spiritual sense to gather the air together? Haha, this joke is really a joke."

He looked sarcastic, "Just you? Do you know how strong spiritual consciousness it takes to gather air into such a wall? Just you, a little master?"

He didn't believe Lin Haoran's words at all.

How is it possible to use spiritual consciousness to gather the air together to form such a solid air wall? At least it takes the Martial Saint to cultivate. This kid, a master, has the attitude of bragging so much.

"Okay, boy, I have let you see so much today, so you can die with peace of mind!"

The man in black robe made a move with a palm, and the flying sword hovering in front of him moved in response to the sound, pointing straight to Lin Haoran.

"Go to the sword!"

He spitted a sword technique in his mouth, and the flying sword in front of him was like a black lightning, and under a sound of breaking through the air, he dragged the afterimage toward Lin Haoran.

"Boy, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame me, you blame yourself for being blind and getting involved with me."

The man in black robe looked at Lin Haoran with a sneer. In his heart, Lin Haoran was already a dead person.

No one can be intact under his flying sword.

No one has ever been!

"Brother Lin..."

Lanting and others screamed. They wanted to block the flying sword for Lin Haoran, but at the speed of the black flying sword as fast as lightning, they could not even react.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword that was just now in front of the man in black robe had already arrived in front of Lin Haoran.

Seeing the black flying sword about to pierce Lin Haoran into the opposite direction.

boom!

A shocking momentum suddenly erupted from Lin Haoran, who was standing calmly.

The trembling spiritual consciousness rushed out of his sea of ​​consciousness and swept across everyone.

The black flying sword that had already flown in front of Lin Haoran was about to pierce through Lin Haoran's face.

But the moment he touched Lin Haoran's spiritual consciousness, it suddenly hovered in the air.

The sword body kept trembling slightly, and the sword sound of fear was faintly emitted.

Lin Haoran stretched out his white palms and gently pinched the hovering flying sword with two fingers.

"From today, you will be my flying sword."

His indifferent eyes were staring at the black flying sword.

The hovering flying sword instantly lost all support and fell powerlessly.

"puff."

The next moment, the man in black robe squirted out blood on the balcony.

"How is that possible!"

He staggered, holding the handrail of the balcony weakly, and looked at Lin Haoran in disbelief.

"How could you have such a powerful spiritual sense?"

How could that kind of powerful spiritual consciousness be used by a master monk?

No, that is definitely not something that a master can possess. Is it a Martial Saint? But the Martial Saint's spiritual consciousness is not that strong! He... how strong is his strength!

...

"Didn't you say that my spiritual sense cannot condense the air? I've seen it now, right?" Lin Haoran looked dull.

As his cultivation time increases, although his spiritual consciousness cannot fully recover to the peak level of his previous life, there is no problem in dealing with a flying sword.

"You...who are you?" The man in black robe was so scared that his teeth kept shaking, and he bumped into each other and made a giggle figure.

"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that today is your death date."

Lin Haoran waved his hand, and the black flying sword in his hand flew up in a crisp sound of sword sound.

"I'm a little curious about what it would feel like to be killed by my own flying sword."

He smiled jokingly on his face.

The flying sword just now wiped out the mark of the man in the black robe and branded his divine mark.

The man in black robe used a flying sword to attack him not only did not have any effect, but instead gave him a flying sword in vain.

It was like a funny drama, at this time, the tip of the black flying sword pointed at his original master.

"Swoosh!"

The speed was many times faster than before, and even the afterimage could not be seen. With a sound of breaking through the air, the black flying sword disappeared instantly.

"No!"

The man in black robe on the balcony covered himself weakly and was trying hard to get his chest bleeding.

His eyes stared at Lin Haoran tightly.

After glaring for two seconds, he tilted his head and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!