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Chapter three hundred and forty seventh sick(2/2)

There were bloodshots from the corners of his mouth, and the more painful injuries came from the meridians.

"Good knife!"

"Good sword!"

Lin Yi's voice sounded.

He did not continue to take action, but just looked at the sword in his hand, sincerely praising him, his eyes full of emotion.

The yellow-faced scholar, the White Horse Army, and the neighboring states outside, were filled with emotion, and more unbelievable.

Before this, Lin Yi became the youngest general with the fastest promotion, and directly became the youngest right-flag general in the history of the Tie Ce Army. Then again, news came out that he defeated Li Moxiao, a genius in Jiankang City, and twice.

However, even so, in the subconscious of their border troops, the genius was just a young man with amazing potential. Defeating Li Moxiao did not mean that he was strong to a certain extent.

Even though news of Ni Yunshan challenging Lin Yi later came out, and even if Ni Yunshan's open duel changed many people's inherent thinking, no one felt that there was any inevitable connection between people like Ni Yunshan and Lin Yi. Everyone felt that Ni Yunshan challenged Lin Yi just because she was condescending and just wanted to teach Lin Yi a lesson for Hanshan Temple.

However, the scene at this moment made them realize that this was not the case.

However, with such a sword, Lin Yi didn't even move a single step, and Chen Buqun was defeated and was seriously injured.

Such a result even made them feel a little ridiculous while shocked and puzzled.

He waited solemnly to send swords to the formation, but after he bought the swords, he just defeated Chen Buqun in this way... and he had already defeated Chen Buqun.

So, why is it necessary to wait for swords in front of this formation?

The sending sword came over has nothing to do with teaching Chen Buqun a lesson. Chen Buqun just happened to be a test stone.

Chen Buqun, who understood this, thought of what Lin Yi said before, and the blood in his chest could not be calmed down. With a puff, he spewed out a mouthful of blood.

It will be difficult for an opponent who is too weak to arouse Lin Yi's interest again.

He just glanced at Chen Buqun, who was vomiting blood, and turned to look at the cultivator in the Taoist dynasty, and then simply raised the sword in his hand, "It's your turn now."

The practitioner wearing heavy armor remained silent.

It was not until this time that he finally truly understood that the other party and what he said before were not arrogant, but based on absolute confidence.

Moreover, looking at Lin Yi with a fanatical gaze at this time, he knew that even if he didn't want to take action, the other party would never give up.

"You go first."

He said to the scribe whose face was getting more sallow, then took a deep breath and looked straight at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi glanced at the yellow-faced scholar, but shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I won't beat the patient."

The yellow-faced scholar frowned. He had been acting extremely gentle before. Even if he threatened Wang Pingyang with real death, his tone was not full of fireworks. But when he looked at Lin Yi talking again, there was a chill in his eyes and face.

"Don't go too far."

He looked at Lin Yi with a sneer and said, "Do you have to adjust the practitioners who suppress Wei Guanxing to come and teach you a lesson? Can the Tie Ce Army always hide in Luoshui City, and you really don't have to go to the north?"

Lin Yi thought about it.

Everyone felt that he had changed his mind.

The truth is that he has really changed his mind.

"I changed my mind." Lin Yi said this himself, and then he took action.

With a loud bang, Lin Yi's body broke through the air and arrived in front of the yellow-faced scholar.

The yellow-faced scribe's pupils contracted sharply. As soon as he raised his hands, Lin Yi's punch had already fallen.

The sound of bone cracks sounded on the yellow-faced scribe's arms and chest at the same time.

In the next moment, the yellow-faced scholar felt as if he was hit by a galloping carriage, and could not breathe at all, and could not even make a scream.

With a bang, the yellow-faced scholar fell heavily to the ground.

"You are really sick." Lin Yi looked at the yellow-faced scholar who had just started coughing up blood after landing, slowly put away his fists and said.
Chapter completed!
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