With a slight click, the two scimitars suddenly lost momentum and flew out of control.
Lin Xin's long sword swept back, bringing out a crescent-like arc of sword energy in front of him.
A square seal appeared in front of the two Qi-training noodle men at the same time, blocking them in front.
Bang!
The two sounds almost superimposed into one sound.
The huge power and speed instantly brought the red flower sword to hit the two seals hard, just like Lin Xin holding a huge sword, sweeping everything with extremely heavy weight.
The white light sword energy exploded.
The two noodle men were struck by lightning at the same time, and their seals were shattered. At the same time, their waists were swept away, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere. There was still an incredible look on their faces, and they fell to the ground.
A trace of warm current poured into the body, and everything stopped instantly, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, as if the fight just now had never happened at all.
Lin Xin stepped forward, reached out and tore off the belt bags on the two of them, opened them and looked through them, and found that there was indeed a demon talisman in one of the belt bags.
"Demon!!" Other Qi Refining Stages from afar also arrived quickly, but one of them was the fastest, like a laser, suddenly flying towards him. Almost as soon as he made the sound, Lin Xin looked up and saw a flash of white light in front of his eyes.
, the other party actually arrived in front of him.
The sharp tip of the sword almost touched his eyebrows.
The red flower sword suddenly charged forward, and even Inmantuo didn't react.
Two long swords, one red and one white, clashed dozens of times like a violent storm. All the sounds overlapped into one crisp sound.
clang!!
Lin Xin felt a huge force coming from his body, and he rolled backwards, shot out more than ten meters, and fell to the ground.
When he looked again, he saw that the other person was a white-haired old swordsman with fierce eyes. There was an 8-character symbol embroidered on the chest of his white clothes.
"It's really amazing." Lin Xin casually drew a sword flower in front of him and said with a smile. "This is the first time I have met someone like Senior who can keep up with my speed."
"A monk who practices the Way of Demons, do you really think that I, Fubo Sect, can't cure you!?" The old man's beard and hair stood up, he held the long sword in his hand, and touched the sword with his fingers.
laugh!
A white light shot out from the tip of the sword and hit Lin Xin like lightning.
The speed was too fast. Lin Xin only had time to lift the red flower sword and block it in front of him.
Bang!
The white light hit the sword hard, and Lin Xin felt that the light exploded and turned into countless small electric arcs beating and shining on his body. Then he felt nothing at all.
The old man opposite was stunned, and Lin Xin also smiled, guessing that the other party should be using a method specifically targeted at demon monks to deal with him.
"It's a pity that I'm not a real demon."
Before he finished speaking, he jumped up, and the number of people killed and injured in Zongtianzongyunjue was increasing at an incredible speed. Almost like an arrow, he appeared in front of the old man in an instant.
Bang!
There is no need for any sword moves at all. Under extremely fast attacks, only the simplest and shortest sword moves are the most lethal. Any excessive changes will weaken the inertial impulse brought by high speed.
Lin Xin rarely used any sword moves anymore. He just relied on his high-speed killing experience to continuously attack the old man's body from all directions.
Speed and strength are his greatest strengths.
Both of them are people with extremely terrifying speed and strength.
Lin Xin relied on attribute increase, while the old man relied on his own skills, and he didn't know what his skills were. It was such a terrifying increase.
The innate-level noodle men around him couldn't participate at all, so they could only watch and avoid from a distance, for fear of being affected.
Farther away, two black figures, a man and a woman, were hidden in the forest, watching the battle from a distance.
It was the two men and women in the Qi refining stage that Lin Xin encountered for the first time.
"Hey, that guy can actually stand up to Gengyu in a head-on confrontation." The more the man looked at the fight over there, the more frightened he became.
"Old Gengyu is the most difficult person to practice but the most powerful Heavenly Will Sword Technique in practice! Even demon monks of the same level are no match for him. He can crush the fifth level at the third level of Qi training!"
The woman also looked solemn.
"I don't look like someone from the nearby sect. I can count the famous masters from the nearby sect. I can count them on one finger if they reach this level."
"Gengyu's nephew was killed this time. If he hadn't killed that person, he probably wouldn't have been able to form a Taoist foundation in the future. It's hard to get rid of the inner demons. Just wait until death." The man gloated.
"These two are definitely top geniuses. They are not afraid that it will be difficult to improve their cultivation. Instead, they choose to practice such terrifying exercises. So what if their combat power is amazing? In the end, if they fail to cultivate, they will be turned into a cup of loess and wasted.
My own talent." The woman didn't know whether it was admiration or sarcasm.
"You don't care what other people think. Look, Gengyu is about to take action. He is about to use the magic weapon." The man's tone was faintly excited.
The woman quickly looked around and saw the two people suddenly separated in the distance. Countless vines attacked Gengyu from all directions, but they were cut and broken by bursts of invisible sword energy around him.
Geng Yu held the sword upright in front of him, his beard and hair flying, and a small sword as white as jade slowly rose behind him. Two human faces, one crying and one laughing, were engraved on both sides of the sword.
Lin Xin retreated violently. Immantuo had just been cut into pieces by the sword energy, but now he was too seriously injured and had already lurked back.
He took out another spiritual light shield, raised the shield's light, and quickly retreated back.
The moment he saw the small sword, he felt a strong sense of crisis coming over him, and his body instinctively retreated quickly.
He read the classics thoroughly, but he knew that many monks fought not only based on their martial arts, but also based on weapons and magic weapons. Some magic weapons could even ignore the cultivation levels of several levels and were extremely cruel.
Cultivation in this world is not the decisive factor for everything. Many monks work hard to refine magic weapons, and there are also a few who devote their entire cultivation to magic weapons. Cultivation means longevity and freedom, while martial arts, magic weapons, and magical powers
The formation talismans were all created for the purpose of fighting and fighting for self-protection. It can be said that each has its own strengths and specializes in the arts.
If you are unlucky and encounter a magic weapon that is completely unreasonable, and you happen to have no corresponding magical weapon or magic weapon to fight against it, then you can only admit that you are unlucky.
While retreating wildly, Lin Xin summoned a carriage at the same time.
As soon as the carriage appeared behind him, he was about to leap back and jump into the carriage.
laugh!
In an instant, he saw a white light like a streamer. It came to his eyes in an instant and hit him hard on the chest.
There was a muffled sound, and the spiritual light shield shattered instantly. The shield light, which was enough to block the Qi Refining Stage attack, broke in the blink of an eye, and a large amount of white light fell on his chest.
puff!
As if he was struck by lightning, his whole body spat out a mouthful of blood. A series of bones in his chest cracked loudly.
Geng Yu's face was also pale. Using the Sword of Heaven's Will would cost a lot for him. He could only use it once.
But this attack failed to completely cut off the opponent's body, and the blocking power fed back was extremely difficult. In the end, when he ran out of mana, he was only severely injured and vomited blood.
Seeing this scene, he felt anxious. But the energy in his body had been exhausted and he could no longer activate the magic weapon. Seeing that the devil was about to escape.
Unexpectedly, there was a flash of red light, and Lin Xin turned back again and rushed towards him. He pulled out a sword from somewhere, and it was bright red, as if it was smeared with blood.
The two people approached quickly, and the Xiantian Lianqi who was close to them all screamed in surprise, and rushed over to try to help block it.
But Lin Xin's speed was too fast. No one expected such rapid changes between retreat and advance.
In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters and stabbed Gengyu with a fierce sword.
laugh!
The fire splashed everywhere, and the red sword body ignited with golden-red flames, piercing the invisible sword aura in front of Geng Yu and blocking the weak long sword he raised.
Blood flew away, and the tip of the sword pierced Gengyu's heart. He stopped instantly.
Phew! Gengyu's whole body suddenly burned up, and his whole body was wrapped in flames. He opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe that he could die here so easily.
"you"
With a gasp, his whole body collapsed completely and turned into a pool of black ashes. The small sword also fell to the ground, losing its luster.
Lin Xin picked up the small sword and picked out something that had not been completely burned out from the black ashes of Gengyu. He walked away without looking at it.
There is a big hole in his chest, and the distant scenery behind him can be seen directly from the chest, and it is completely penetrated by the white light just now.
Looking in from the hole, you can still see the beating heart on the side. One after another, it beats and sends blood to all parts of the body.
A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound hole, and the muscles tightened as much as possible, but they couldn't stop it at all. They kept bleeding all the way.
No matter how much internal energy is used to heal the injury, it will have no effect if the injury is too serious at this time.
Before the others could react, he jumped into the carriage and closed the door.
However, no one can catch up with his speed.
Lying down on the seat, Lin Xin's forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was so pale that there was no blood at all.
He looked down at the injury on his chest.
The big hollow hole looked shocking, and the blood couldn't stop flowing.
"Hehehe" he raised the red sword and inserted it into the hole in his chest.
With a scoff, red flames burst out from the sword blade, burning all the bleeding wounds around the chest. Immediately, all the muscles in the wounds that were still bleeding profusely were scorched and tightened to stop the bleeding.
Pulling out the sword, Lin Xin's teeth were almost broken, and he leaned on the carriage exhausted. He took out the heart-saving pills and a bunch of healing and muscle-building medicines, and swallowed them with water in one breath.
The fear of death drove him to keep his eyes open and stay awake.
Turning his face sideways, he saw the corpse with its mouth wide open still sitting in his seat.
"Old man, I don't want to be like you and die in this car without even a funeral."
The corpse opened its mouth silently without any reaction.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and forced a smile, his vision was a little blurry.
Lin Xin endured the severe pain. He had always known that if you wanted to get something, you had to pay for it. He had no qualifications and no way to reach heaven, so he could only struggle out of killing and pain.
He has had this realization from the very beginning when he discovered that killing can improve his cultivation. But now it is just the beginning. Resources, magic weapons, stronger everything, and even life, he needs to fight to the death to plunder and plunder. (Unfinished)