The so-called control of spiritual power is also the communication between the true energy in the body and the vitality of the outside world. Under the backlash of true energy, this backlash also directly affects the world of his spiritual power.
The fine blood veins on his forehead were broken one after another, and the hard black skin was broken like glass. Extremely fine blood drops continued to seep out, flowing up and down his forehead, and because they were too small, they were surrounded by
The cold wind froze instantly, making it look extremely weird.
His pupils were also blood red, and blood covered the whites of his eyes, giving people the feeling that they were even seeping out of his eyeballs.
However, compared to these visible traumas, the impact on the tiny nerve endings in his brain was more severe. Those tiny nerves that were in charge of all human perceptions were destroyed almost instantly. What was transmitted into his brain was not only
Pain, the taste of countless tortures, seemed to be directly pierced into the depths of his mind, and then spread through his body, stirring into a mess.
Even though years of hard training and even challenging things that ordinary people are least willing to do have made this tantric master's state of mind as solid and transparent as glass, suffering such a backlash in an instant still left this master's body in an unbalanced and unspeakable state.
of mania.
With this painful groan, his right hand violently stabbed Lin Yi.
His hands had been hanging low at his sides, but when he reached out and thrust forward, everyone looked at the sudden sudden shadow and realized that his hands were also extremely long.
His hands are almost two feet longer than ordinary people, and he holds a three-edged magic pestle in his right hand. Although he is moving manically at this time, he has almost no moves, but because of his exceptionally long hands,
So this stab is still terrifyingly fast.
It's just that he is facing Lin Yi, who is gathering momentum to move forward.
His perception was not affected in any way. Even because of the crazy flow of qi and blood in his body, all his perceptions became sharper and the power accumulated in his body became more intense.
The moment the stream of light brought by the demon-conquering pestle fell towards his throat, his whole body suddenly moved sideways several feet, and his right fist was violently thrown out, hitting Master Wen Da's right arm.
There was a click.
Master Wen Da's right hand was broken directly at the wrist, and his right hand was like a piece of rotten wood swinging randomly on his right hand, and the demon-conquering pestle flew out.
At the moment when everyone screamed in surprise, Master Wen Da's chaotic and shaking body suddenly fell to the ground like a giant tower. This powerful tantric master took advantage of this moment to control the energy in his body. He
Without taking a step back, his left hand hit Lin Yi's nose like lightning.
Lin Yi smiled.
The smile on his face looked weird at this moment.
There are very few high-level practitioners who like to fight in close quarters, but he is an exception.
This tantric master launched a counterattack in such a tight time, but this happened to be his favorite way of fighting.
His body stopped violently, his knees not even bending at all, but the spine of his body swung like a whip again.
The new power in his body was like a living thing, penetrating into his left hand and driving his left hand out.
His left hand was like a sharp knife slashing out, slashing towards the opponent's left arm.
Master Wen Da did not dodge.
This moment of confrontation was like a world where he had drawn up rules that could not be changed.
The manic essence in his body swam crazily in his meridians, and finally gathered in his left hand.
There was a loud bang.
Countless waves of energy exploded around the two of them.
The ground beneath their feet was shattered, debris was flying, and their bodies were shaking. However, at this moment, Master Wen Da's blood-red eyes were filled with endless astonishment.
He felt that a piece of his left hand was missing.
For a practitioner like him who can even ignore the physical body, even a broken hand will not bring such a strong shock to him.
Lin Yi's left hand was like a giant beast, swallowing up all the real energy in his left hand.
At this time, he had no time to think about what kind of secret technique Lin Yi was cultivating, but the broken right hand made him very clear that after losing the protection of true energy, his left hand might also be broken in the next moment.
But he didn't want to take back his left hand.
The real energy in his body was still flowing towards his left hand, buying himself a moment of time. However, his whole body suddenly relaxed, and the muscles in his body became extremely soft, even giving people the impression that bones were coming out of his body.
Disappeared, his whole body was like a piece of soft beef tendon.
With a cry, his arm suddenly stretched several feet, and the whole arm bent extremely softly. His left hand landed on the back of Lin Yi's neck with a snap.
There was an exclamation of surprise until then.
This exclamation arose because his right hand was broken before, but when this exclamation sounded, his left hand was already weak and boneless, and it was like a snake wrapping around and lashing out, hitting the back of Lin Yi's neck.
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The back of the head and the back of the neck are one of the weakest parts of any practitioner. In the view of this tantric master, even though he has lost most of his true energy, the speed of his left hand has been acquired through years of practice.
The power erupted from his flexible and powerful body can still cause a fatal blow to this practitioner.
There was a muffled bang.
Like defeating leather.
Lin Yi's shaken body was brought to a standstill by the blow. Everyone could feel the weight of the blow, but the tantric master's breathing stopped completely.
He suddenly felt very vulnerable.
This feeling of vulnerability is like the feeling of his young hands slapping the yak when he was a child and had not yet started practicing spiritual practice.
In his perception at this time, Lin Yi's skin was like an extremely thick layer of leather armor, and there was a thick oil film inside.
The power is enough to make a normal practitioner fall down in an instant, as weak as a branch hitting a yak.
Lin Yi didn't feel much.
He just felt that the back of his neck and entire head sank slightly, and there was a slight tingling sensation between the cervical vertebrae.
He made a fist with his right hand and smashed it towards the tantric master.
Boom!
There was a sound like beating drums from Master Wen Da's chest and back.
His chest sank, and the large amount of true energy that poured into his chest did not play much defensive role.
puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Master Wenda's mouth, and his tall and thin body flew straight back. Amidst the horrified exclamations, he crashed into a group of ascetic monks behind him who were completely stunned.