After leaving the carriage door, the four gray-robed Shaolin monks were blocking their coefficients in front of their eyebrows, and their eyes were locked tightly at Yi Hui.

"You killed Qiu Du?" I stared at Lin Ye fiercely, and Yi cried and laughed.

"So what?" Lin Ye said calmly as he looked at Yi crying.

"Okay, very good!" As soon as the words fell, a green light flashed, and Yi Hui's right hand suddenly raised and hit Lin Ye.

It's like a huge rock falling from the sky, carrying a thousand pounds of power.

His eyes shrank slightly, and Lin Ye's figure flashed.

The green demon hand did not fall like the imagination, but suddenly changed direction, following Lin Ye tightly like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

"This Green Demon Hand Yi Cry is indeed not a small fish like Tian Qi, but with its strength and internal strength, it will beat me." Looking at Yi Cry, Lin Ye said in his heart.

In the cold wind, the sword light flashed, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

A collision sound of metal and iron collision.

A fire and a blue light burst out at the same time.

The green poisonous fog instantly burst out from Yi's crying green demon hand and swept towards Lin Ye.

"Poison, it's such a troublesome thing." The internal force raised, and his mind was concentrated and his pores were closed. Lin Ye rolled up a long sword in his hand, and the green mist instantly dissipated.

At the same time, Yi cried green demon hand attacked again, with a blue light shining, like a seductive hand.

As the sword turned, the tip of the sword flashed with a cold light under the reflection of the sun.

Yi cried and retreated. The move that was inevitable, Yi cried and retreated.

He had to retreat, because Lin Ye's sword actually appeared in front of Yi Hui from an incredible angle. If Yi Hui insisted on slapping this palm.

Then everyone believed that the sword must penetrate Yi crying's throat one step faster than the palm.

Yi Hui believed it, so he withdrew.

However, the moment Yi cried, the sword in Lin Ye's hand suddenly changed.

The sword was like a dragon swimming out of water, and instantly stabbed towards Yi Hui who was retreating.

"What a terrible sword technique, what a terrible scheming! This sword was a fake!" The eyes shrank on the carriage, and Mr. Tiedi said in a deep voice.

Tian Qi was even more shocked and pale in his face. If it weren't for Gongsun Moyun and Qin Xiaoyi that day.

When facing Lin Ye's sword alone, Tian Qi knew that he might be able to block the first sword, but the subsequent changes were definitely not something he could block.

"Do you think this sword is just a fake? Is it he designed it?" Li Xun Huan looked at Mr. Tiedi and said.

"Isn't it?" Mr. Tiedi asked at Li Xun Huan.

"Of course not." Li Xun Huan replied, but did not explain much, but just continued to watch the situation in the field.

The sword is like a shadow or a wind. Although it can be seen, it cannot be touched or stopped.

Once the downturn is lost, the gap will widen.

Yi Hui, who was shrouded in the sword rain, only felt that he could not move forward or retreat, and no matter what method he was, he was completely locked.

All the moves seemed to have been seen through. The more I wanted to cry, the more shocked and scared she was.

Although the internal strength is higher than that of the opponent, it is useless at this moment. It is like a tiger holding his feet in it all the time, although he has divine power, he can only wait to die on the spot.

The sword is like the wind and the shadow.

Following Yi Hui closely, Qing Mo Hand, the Qing Mo Hand Yi Hui, who ranked ninth in the weapon spectrum, could not resist a single move and could only defend passively.

Everyone could see that Yi Hui couldn't kill Lin Ye, even Yi Hui could not do it even if she escaped.

This is really the most exquisite sword technique, which is so exquisite that it makes people frighten.

Instead of mentioning Yi Chui and others, Lin Ye's heart became heavier. The more he realized and used it, the more Lin Ye could feel the exquisiteness of this sword technique.

At first I thought it was the peak of art, but now Lin Ye feels another mystery.

The change in this sword technique is indeed the pinnacle of the art, but what is even more terrifying is that this sword technique seems to have life.

He had obviously not thought about the opponent's next move, but the sword in his hand had already reacted.

The sword technique and his own swordsmanship experience are already connected together by an invisible rope.

This is no longer an achievement that can be achieved at the peak of swordsmanship, it is a state that has surpassed simple mind and technique.

Understand and realize that Lin Ye’s swordsmanship is becoming more and more diligent, but because of this, Lin Ye can feel that the gap between himself and Xie Xiaofeng’s swordsmanship is too far and far.

Without saying a word, his face turned ashen, and a trace of cold sweat slowly slid down Yi Hui's forehead.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to speak, but that he can’t speak, because Yi Hui knew that the reason why he can still support him is in addition to his strong internal strength, what is more important is a kind of thought, a kind of energy. If the mind is relaxed and if the energy comes out, he will definitely die under the sword.

"It's time to end!" Li Xun Huan returned to the carriage, squinted his eyes slightly, then raised his right leg and said slowly.

"It's over?" Turning back, Tian Qi looked at Li Xun and Huan and said.

It seemed to verify Tian Qi's question.

In the field.

The wind blew, the sword light flashed, and a light roar of sword roar.

‘Tick’

A sword pierces the heart, and the ninth-ranked Green Demon Hand Yi cries and dies!

"He is not weak." When he returned to the car, the blood had been washed away and the sword had returned to the sheath. Looking at Lin Ye, Li Xun Huan said slowly.

"It's indeed not weak. It's born with divine power and its internal strength is also very strong." Lin Ye nodded slightly.

"It's a pity that he underestimated the enemy too much. He never expected that there would be such a sword technique in this world." Mr. Tiedi at the entrance of the carriage sighed and said.

"It's not just him who didn't expect it." With a hint of fear in his eyes, Tian Qi took a deep breath and said.

"Amitabha, Lin Tanyue is willing to help him, which is beyond the old monk's expectations." His face turned pale and his eyebrows, which began to pant as soon as he got into the car, looked at Lin Ye, and then spoke.

"I didn't save you." Lin Ye said, looking at Xinmei.

"Amitabha!" Hearing Lin Ye's words, Xinmei didn't say much, lowered her head and uttered the Buddha's name, then sat cross-legged in the car, continuing to eliminate the remaining poison in her body.

Although Xinmei's reaction was not fast enough, Lin Ye had to say that his internal strength was really amazing, even compared to Yi Hui.

When the sky was almost dark, Xinmei had completely cleared the poisonous gas, and his face gradually became rosy.

Everyone passed by the town stopped and found a quiet inn, preparing to rest for a night here.

Shaolin Temple is indeed very strict. These Shaolin monks not only do not speak when they eat, but also have no sound at all. There are only a few plates of vegetables on the table. However, these monks have long been used to being simple and simple. In addition, they are tired of running around on Sundays and hungry, so they all eat a lot.

Only Master Xinmei recovered from his internal injuries and asked the store to cook a bowl of porridge, but he still didn't come up at this moment.

Tian Qi and Mr. Tiedi specially ordered a few exquisite dishes to enjoy slowly.
Chapter completed!