The hook-nosed middle-aged man originally thought that as long as he isolated Lin Bei from the dragon corpse, he could easily kill Lin Bei. But he never expected that such an outburst would occur between Lin Bei's brows.
The terrifying wisp of sword energy made him unable to guard against it!
In other words, he was on guard!
But I didn’t guard against it!
The Dragon-Slaying Sword Qi penetrated between his eyebrows, which caused the power of his palm to suddenly dissipate and its power dropped sharply. Lin Bei took the opportunity to punch out and hit him directly in the face.
This peak punch, even though the realm gap between Lin Bei and him was very large, still almost blew his head apart, causing his entire face to collapse and countless cracks to appear on his head.
There was even some brain matter popping out from the exploded eyeball.
The hook-nosed middle-aged man screamed and flew backwards.
But he was too late to deal with Lin Bei.
Because, he encountered a fatal crisis.
The Dragon-Slaying Sword Qi penetrated into his sea of consciousness. Despite his strength, he couldn't kill it for a moment. He could only use everything he had to force it out of his sea of consciousness.
"how so?"
The expressions of the other two people in Purgatory suddenly changed, and they were very confused.
The middle-aged man with a hooked nose is the eldest among the four of them. He has gone through seven nirvanas and is extremely powerful. But this time, Lin Bei did not borrow the power of the dragon corpse and relied purely on his own strength. How could he still return the favor?
How could they let their boss suffer such a big loss?
Those two people from Purgatory will rush forward immediately.
but.
Seeing that Lin Bei's side actually achieved results in a head-on confrontation, Jin Dieyi and others were greatly surprised, but their reaction was not slow and they all came over to stop these two people in purgatory.
"Go away!"
The two people in purgatory shouted loudly.
The one with the scarred face swung his sword directly towards Jin Dieyi's waist. If he was hit by this sword, even Jin Dieyi, with the bonus of the metal suit, might not be able to withstand it.
However, Jin Dieyi did not flinch.
Relying on her flexible figure, she twisted her waist and her whole body spun in the air in an incredible way, avoiding the frontal attack of the knife.
It turned like a humanoid tyrannosaurus and crashed directly into the scarred face.
Scarface snorted coldly: "Seeking death!"
He slashed the knife in his hand towards Lin Bei in an instant. The blade brought out a thousand-foot-long sword light and slashed straight at Lin Bei. But Scarface grabbed Jindie Yi with one palm.
Since this woman is so ignorant, then capture her, play with her, and then kill her!
However.
At the moment of contact, Scarface's expression suddenly changed.
That powerful force far exceeded his expectations.
"How can a monk in the Creation Realm be so powerful?"
"The key is, she's a woman!"
This is what Scarface was thinking at that moment.
But it was only for a moment. All his thoughts turned into a muffled groan, and the whole person was directly knocked out. Of course, Jin Dieyi also flew back upside down under Scarface's palm.
, bringing up a line of blood in the air.
Obviously, even though she is talented, it is still not enough in the face of the absolute gap in strength.
The other side.
Lin Bei chased the hook-nosed middle-aged man. Faced with the knife from Scarface, Lin Bei was not afraid at all. He sacrificed himself to the human world and directly used the human world to fight, blocking the knife and killing it.
entangled.
The swords were constantly colliding in the void.
Lin Bei, on the other hand, took advantage of the opportunity and bullied him.
"The Book of Killing!"
In an instant, Lin Bei activated the Killing Sutra to the extreme, and the sutras all over the sky evolved into a killing move, killing the hook-nosed middle-aged man. At the same time, Lin Bei even used the demon sword to slash out with Zhang San's essence blood.
This knife struck directly on the chest of the hook-nosed middle-aged man, tearing his clothes apart.
