But the scene he was looking forward to did not appear.

Because Lin Yi's perception is very strong.

Before these raindrops fell on Lin Yi's face, Lin Yi's left fist had already smashed hard towards the front of the face.

It was just an extremely simple punch, but this punch shattered the wind and rain, like a mountain town in front of Lin Yi.

There was a loud bang.

All the tiny raindrops shattered and turned into a ball of powder mist.

At the same time, his feet stabbed hard at the stone ground under his feet.

The reason why it is said to be a thorn is because the soles of his feet plowed out of the gullies on the ground, but his body is still sliding backwards. In everyone's perception, his feet suddenly tilted down. With his force, his feet were like stepping into the snow pile, and stepped into the stone ground below.

His body, which was sliding backwards, suddenly stopped.

His body was shaking violently.

The vibration seemed to come from every bloodline and every trace of flesh and blood in his body.

However, at the same time, his right hand stretched out extremely steadily.

His right hand passed through the powder mist in front of him, and as his body leaned forward slightly, he held the black and gray sword.

He held the second sword that flew in his hand.

A slight puff sound came from the rune of this sword that had already dimly radiant. The remaining true energy aura that flowed into the rune for countless years seemed to be swallowed up by Lin Yi and disappeared.

At this time, the underground palace behind Qi Mei had sounded again, and the third sword had flew out. However, looking at such a scene, a strong sense of incredibility surged in Qi Mei's heart.

He was in a state of palpitations.

The true energy on this third sword also fluctuated violently.

There was a bang.

The sword had just passed his body and flew halfway through, and the true energy in the runes on the sword had already fluctuated to the point where it could not be maintained. The forced compression and runes flowing in the sword body were all blown up.

This sword is blood-red. The true energy and sword energy pouring out from its sword body runes are like countless bright blood flowing in the air.

Lin Yi's body stopped trembling, and he raised his head and bathed in such a blood-red vitality.

Countless chaotic blood-flowing vital energy hit him like a heavy hammer, making a dull sound.

He endured calmly.

His body was almost greedily sucking the strange energy power in the other party's true energy.

The more these vital energy is sucked into his body, the more he will feel this vital energy.

In his perception, this unique vitality was like a thread formed after the melting of pure silver, shining with silver light. It was obviously a thing of gold and iron, but it seemed extremely soft and even exuded a gentle medicinal power.

This vital energy is extremely gentle and evenly attached to the surface of his flesh and blood, and even blocks the damage caused to his body by the large amount of Dan mercury, causing the load on his body to continue to lighten.

At this time, he was hit hard, and the flesh and bones in his body were filled with various pains that were difficult to describe in words. However, the ease caused by the inhalation of more and more vital energy made him even ignore these pains.

Qi Mei looked at him and suddenly felt inexplicably heartbroken.

For the first time, the meaning of fear really surged in his body.

He didn't know why he was like this.

However, the fact is that although Lin Yi looked at him calmly at this time, Lin Yi was very eager to gain more of this vitality in his body. Although Lin Yi's expression did not reveal too much this desire, this desire made Lin Yi look at him naturally like a hungry lone wolf who saw the sweet flesh and blood.

Qi Mei could not understand and guess what Lin Yi was really thinking at this moment. He just attributed this fear to Lin Yi being too weird, and to his ability to resist his full-strength attack in succession.

"I don't believe you can keep going like this." He looked at Lin Yi and said.

He must say this to regain courage and confidence in himself.

"Is that the only thing that's it?"

Staring at the man's one-eye, Lin Yi knew that the cultivator had been immersed in his own world and could not extricate himself. He had lost the extremely cunning judgment before, so he sneered, looked at the other party with disdain, and said, "I can catch as many swords as you have... You only have such means. Do you want to defeat the Demon Sect alone? It's ridiculous."

Qi Mei's forehead roared, half because of anger, half because of continuous large amount of energy swallowing and spitting out, and his eyes were covered with blood. In his subconscious, the Demon Sect had always been a member of the Southern Dynasty, a treacherous Southern Dynasty.

Lin Yi, who was standing opposite him at this time, was also from the Southern Dynasty and was as magnificent as the Demon Sect back then.

The figure of the Demon Sect and Lin Yi slowly coincided in his eyes.

The Demon Sect seemed to have become Lin Yi now, and Lin Yi became the Demon Sect he hated the most.

A beast-like howl rang out in his throat.

Countless gray airflows visible to the naked eye were strangely seeping out of the stone at the top of the cave, like countless gray silk threads constantly flowing into his body.

At the same time, harsh sword sounds kept ringing in the underground palace behind him, and sword lights lit up one after another. The swords in the sword pit were continuously pushed by the terrifying true energy force and flew out.

A dark sword first broke through the air.

The sword is only five feet long, but the true energy on the sword is flowing in the runes, which inspires the sword energy of the sword master back then, which makes the sword heavier than the heart of the river-Zheng Tower in Lin Yi's perception.

True energy continues to flow out of the sword, and it continues to suck more heaven and earth energy. When it stabbed Lin Yi, the dark sword no longer looked like a sword, but like a huge black monument.

Lin Yi slashed out the sword in his hand.

A violent sword light appeared in front of him and slashed into the giant black monument.

Two violent black hurricanes rolled over from both sides of his body. The sword in his hand, which was as cloudy as dark clouds, was very gentle, but extremely sharp and extremely tough in material. It was not as likely to break like the ordinary long sword he picked up before.

And although he has always used his rude power to fight against the enemy, he has actually always been a swordsman who has mastered exquisite sword moves.

His sword fell on the sword of the dark sword that had fallen from the sky, but there was no brute force. The sword in his hand was like a willow branch swaying in the wind, removing part of the power of the black sword, and then gently lifted it to one side, taking advantage of the momentum to pick the black sword and flew out.

Behind the black sword, there was an extremely bright sword, as bright as lightning in the darkness.

The sword is launched back and arrives first, but it is very fast, and the true energy power contained in it is not strong, because the sword has a very natural power to annihilate the vitality.

The original sword master should be a terrifying assassin, and his sword should be able to directly penetrate the true energy defense of many practitioners.

However, this sword had no effect on Lin Yi.

Because he had no true energy to break, and his perception was powerful enough to capture any trajectory of the flying sword.

So the moment he picked up the extremely heavy black sword, his other hand reached out, and directly grabbed the sword in his hand as if he was catching lightning.

"Bi Water Sword!"

"Divine Sword of Light!"

"Poison Dragon!"

"Nine Yang Sword!"

Suddenly screams came from behind Lin Yi.

As Lin Yi fought with this man, more high-level practitioners had arrived in the city, and they recognized many swords flying towards Lin Yi.

These swords are very powerful, and they are all famous swords that have left glorious achievements in the history of practitioners. The appearance of these swords alone is enough to shock these practitioners. What they cannot imagine most is that the practitioner who fought with Lin Yi could almost perfectly simulate the sword masters of those sword masters that year.

The falling sword is like rain.

Lin Yi was facing this sword rain.

The stones on the ground around him kept exploding and collapsing, but he remained like a rock in the torrent.
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