The eight-sided bronze bowl struck Lin Yi with a terrifying sound.
The four Tibetan monks also had a look of pride in their eyes.
Lin Yi stared at the string of bronze bowls coming towards him, the look of resentment on his face getting heavier.
Of course he couldn't dodge or avoid it, otherwise the prince behind him would suffer.
Lin Yi suddenly let out a roar, his hair flew wildly, his clothes fluttered, and the true energy in his body surged toward his arms. Then Lin Yi struck the big bronze bowl in front with a powerful palm with his right hand.
There was a loud bang.
The bronze bowl was smashed by Lin Yi.
Then the second copper bowl, the third copper bowl, the fourth copper bowl... successively hit Lin Yi's palm.
Lin Yi's physical energy also continued to flow from the eight extraordinary meridians towards his arms like a torrent.
The sound of explosions was endless, and Lin Yi smashed six bronze bowls in succession.
It made everyone present feel incredible.
The four Tibetan monks were even more shocked.
Lin Yi did not break the seventh and eighth bronze bowls. Lin Yi instantly changed his moves and sucked the two bronze bowls into his palms one after another.
Lin Yi's murderous aura surged, and he said: "Your Highness ordered me to kill, how could I not kill him!"
After saying this, Lin Yi turned his wrist sharply, and the two bronze bowls also spun and flew out.
Fly towards the surrounding crowd!
The bronze bowl thrown by Lin Yi was stronger and faster.
A Tibetan monk screamed and wanted to catch the two bronze bowls.
But as soon as his hand touched the bronze bowl, he felt the force on the bronze bowl rushing like a violent wave. It was really terrible! It was beyond his ability to catch. It was too late for him to shrink his hand. The two sides of the bronze bowl cut off his palm,
They hit him one after another, cutting his body into two pieces. Then the two bronze bowls flew into the crowd.
The assassins thought that the Buddhist monk could catch the bronze bowl, but before he could do so, the Buddhist monk was cut in half. They had no time to escape. The two rapidly rotating bronze bowls cut through the crowd like a sickle harvesting wheat.
, the people in that direction were cut with flesh and blood and fell down...
Hundreds of people formed a fan-shaped circle. After passing the two bronze bowls, a road filled with blood and corpses was left in the middle.
Two bronze bowls are also embedded in the opposite palace wall.
The two bloody corpses of the Tibetan monk also fell to the ground with a bang from the air, one on the east and one on the west, which was shocking.
All this made the bones of these assassins almost run cold.
Behind Lin Yi, the prince, Fan Heng and the surviving gold-belted guard also had their eyes wide open.
The assassins also understood that the prisoner-like person in front of them was not only terrifying, but even scarier than the devil!
These four Tibetan monks were originally four brothers, but now it is the third brother who has been cut into pieces.
The brother's tragic death made the other three Tibetan monks feel angry and filled with hatred.
At this time, a voice came from the smoke, obviously dissatisfied.
"Hurry! Kill the 'fat pig' quickly. If you wait any longer, you will have no chance..."
"Fat pig" of course refers to the prince.
Although the voice was deliberately changed, Lin Yi still felt that it was somewhat familiar.
Of course, now was not the time for him to guess who the voice came from.
At this time, the three Tibetan monks each screamed strangely. They each pulled out a sword from their robes, and the three of them attacked Lin Yi. At the same time, they shouted "Jili Guala" in foreign languages at the assassins.
So the assassins followed them and attacked Lin Yi.
As long as they break through Lin Yi, they can kill the "fat pig".
Lin Yi stood like a mountain in front of the prince. He roared again, and his body flashed instantly. The flash was too fast! It was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Five or six images suddenly appeared. This time, there seemed to be several Lin Yi.
Yi stood in front of the prince. I don't know which of these images is real and which is real. But each image came out with both hands.
Suddenly, palm shadows all over the sky flashed in the snow.
Every palm shadow is still covered with white cold air.
Every figure is shrouded in cold air, like flowers in the mist, hazy and mysterious.
Like snow? Like fog? Or extremely cold energy?
The situation was truly thrilling.
These palm shadows covered the three Tibetan monks and flew towards the masked assassins.
The three Tibetan monks were shocked and quickly tried to dodge as best they could.
The martial arts skills of the assassins behind them were not comparable to theirs, and there was no way to avoid them. Suddenly, many people were hit by palms and flew out. Three Tibetan monks had just dodged the attacking palms. Suddenly, one of the "Lin Yi" figures turned into lightning.
He stood up and suddenly appeared in front of a Tibetan monk.
Caught off guard, the monk screamed.
This is Lin Yi’s real body!
Lin Yi hit the Tibetan monk in the chest with a powerful palm.
This Tibetan monk's sternum made a terrifying cracking sound. His entire chest collapsed.
He raised his head, his mask flew out, and blood gushed out from his mouth, and he flew out as well. He flew into the wind and snow, and soon disappeared.
Lin Yi's body instantly fell back to where it was.
At this time, several other illusory figures had not completely disappeared. In the past, whether it was Lin Yi, Linghu Zanghun or top masters like Su Qinghou who pulled out the phantoms, they would disappear quickly. Lin Yi's phantom this time, using
At the same time as he pulled out his body at extreme speed, he also condensed the image with extremely cold air, so it did not disappear so quickly.
Lin Yi's grasp of time is absolutely perfect.
During his three years in prison, except for those three months when he fully practiced the eighth level of "Tianlin Divine Art" to regain his strength, Lin Yi spent the rest of the time besides missing his relatives and making up for some deficiencies in "Shan Hai Jue" and adding some new elements to make this
The door magic skill has truly reached perfection.
However, he figured out how to combine the "Tianlin Divine Art" and the "Shanhai Jue", but he never had the internal strength to practice it.
Now that I have recovered my inner strength, I tried my best.
Lin Yi was very satisfied with the effect.
Several "Lin Yi" stood there, which made everyone present feel like they were going crazy.
Another brother died in Lin Yi's hands, and the remaining monk was going crazy.
The two men shouted strangely and attacked Lin Yi again.
Those assassins were now unable to dismount, and they also rushed towards Lin Yi.
Now they no longer hope to kill Lin Yi. They only hope to force Lin Yi away and let them kill the prince. Then they can retreat and stay far away from this devil-like man.
Facing another attack, Lin Yi stepped out with all his feet.
Several shadows of palms and feet appeared, attacking the two monks and the first assassins to pounce.
Taking advantage of the moment when they were dodging, Lin Yi suddenly reached the side of the rockery. Lin Yi grabbed the rockery with both hands and let out a loud roar. A rockery that was half the size of a house was actually grabbed by Lin Yi.
Lin Yi's palms poured violent internal energy into the rockery, and the rockery continued to make explosive noises. Then the entire rockery could no longer withstand Lin Yi's violent internal energy and completely shattered.
Countless rocks and countless cracking sounds covered the two Tibetan monks and the assassins like a torrential rain.
Extremely horrifying.
Two Tibetan monks and a group of killers were covered in the rain of stones.
Blood and flesh splattered, and screams continued.
It is unknown how many people were hit.
When the prince saw this situation, he said to Fan Heng in a dazed tone: "There is no need for thousands of troops to save him, he is enough... enough... one person can defeat thousands of troops..."
Fan Heng looked at all this as if he was in a dream.
He didn't even hear what the prince was saying.
At this time, many soldiers led by Yuan Hui also rushed into the courtyard.
Yuan Hui waved his sword and shouted: "Help, help..."