With just one palm, Lin Yi bombarded Qin Moxi, who had turned into a hundred zhang ghost ghosts. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info such a scene shocked everyone in the martial arts arena and was dumbfounded.

The loud noise still echoed in the mountains, and the thunder was still faint in the sky.

"Lin Yi's Thunder God's Hand is simply terrifying, even the Netherworld Powerful Ghost can be killed, it turns out that the Terran Martial Arts are far superior to the Netherworld Exercises. ”

"There is no vanity under the fame, Lin Yi's name of killing gods is really worthy of his reputation, today he has won three battles, but he has only suffered some minor injuries, this kind of combat power is rare in ancient times. ”

The monks were amazed.

In the hall on the second floor of the Fengming Pavilion, the expressions on the faces of many powerful monks all became extremely exciting.

Ba Bu Le, the sect leader of the Bashan Sword Sect, had a calm face and said disdainfully: "The hand of the thunder god is the divine power of the thunder ancestor, and Lin Yi obtained it by luck, so it is not a real ability. ”

"Yes, Lin Yi also relied on Lei Zu's Thunder God's hand, otherwise he would definitely not be Qin Moxi's opponent. Someone chimed in.

"That's right, Lin Yi is young, he doesn't know the height of the sky, he dares to break into Qin Feng Mountain, what he relies on is not all kinds of adventures against the sky, even if his adventures are put on a pig, the pig can break through the shackles and be canonized in one fell swoop. Someone said sourly.

At this moment, a discordant voice suddenly sounded: "Who dares to say that adventure is not a part of cultivation? Isn't that the hundred-zhang ghostly ghost incarnated by Qin Moxi an adventure?"

The crowd followed the prestige and found that it was Master Bodhi who raised the doubts.

When Master Bodhi asked, there was a sudden silence in the hall.

Several powerful monks who had previously accused and criticized Lin Yi were all blushing with shame and thick necks.

Master Bodhi looked around at everyone and said with a straight face: "I know that you are all good friends with Qin Nantu, but don't make any distinction and reverse black and white. ”

After saying this, Master Bodhi turned his head to look out the window.

There was a brief silence in the hall, and after a moment, the Great Powers changed the subject and began to talk about innocuous cultivation stories.

Xuan Jizi sat opposite Master Bodhi and said with a smile: "It can be seen that Master admires Lin Yi very much. ”

Master Bodhi asked rhetorically, "Why aren't you?"

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, and they could see in each other's eyes that they were dissatisfied with the current world and hated the Cultivation Realm Alliance.

Suddenly, Master Bodhi raised his eyebrows, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Master, what's wrong?" asked Xuan Jizi, puzzled.

"At that moment just now, I felt a desolate aura around me, but when I wanted to take a closer look with my divine sense, that desolate aura disappeared again. Master Bodhi frowned.

"The breath of the desolation, Qin Fengzong has only been established for 10,000 years, where does the breath of the desolation come from?"

As the elder of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion, Xuan Jizi knew a lot about the details of the major sects, and immediately questioned it.

Master Bodhi shook his head lightly and said, "Maybe something is wrong with my feelings." Alas, people are old, and they can't accept old age. ”

The third floor of the Wind Pavilion.

Qin Nantu didn't feel any pity for Qin Moxi's death, he was silently thinking about the magical powers that Lin Yi had displayed one after another.

Against Qin Fifteen, Lin Yi displayed a mysterious swordsmanship.

Fighting against Qin Kuzhu, Lin Yi broke Nan Ke's dream and stabbed Qin Kuzhu to death with a sword, showing a strong sense of divine perception.

Against Qin Moxi, Lin Yi first used the inheritance of Emperor Yan, then performed a mysterious giant palm technique, and finally used the hand of the thunder god.

Not to mention other supernatural powers, the inheritance of Emperor Yan alone made Qin Nantu salivate.

If you add that mysterious sword technique, as well as those two magical giant palms, such a Lin Yi is definitely worthy of Qin Fengzong's efforts to capture him alive.

Qin Nantu looked at Lin Yi's figure in the Tianyu battlefield, his eyes showed a greedy light, and a deacon came to report outside the door.

"What's the matter? Qin Nantu said expressionlessly.

The deacon quickly walked into the room, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Sect Master Qiyu, the Nangong family and the Wenshu Holy Land have proposed to send their disciples to fight against Lin Yi. ”

Qin Nantu raised his eyebrows, and a cold glow flashed from the bottom of his eyes.

"Hmph, they all saw that Lin Yi was a fragrant glutton, and they wanted to get a piece of the soup on Lin Yi, and they thought it was beautiful!"

After Qin Nantu pondered for a moment, he secretly said in his heart: "Okay, since you are going to send your disciples to die, I will fulfill you and let you squeeze Lin Yi dry first, and then we will deal with it." ”

He waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "Since the Wenshu Holy Land and the Nangong Family insist on this, let their disciples fight." ”

"Yes, the subordinates will go to convey the sect master's message. ”

The deacon bowed and withdrew.

At this time, Qin Zhitian came to Qin Nantu's side from the window, full of puzzlement: "Father, then Lin Yi is the end of the strong bow, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to capture him, why did you give them it?"

Qin Nantu glanced at him and said with a smile: "Xiao Tian, you still look down on Lin Yi, although Lin Yi was injured and fought three times in a row, he still had no effort to kill a few peak martial artists." Since the Nangong family and the Wenshu Holy Land are in a hurry to send their disciples to death, we will simply fulfill them. Don't worry, as long as he is on Qinfeng Mountain, even if Lin Yi turns into a fly, he will not want to escape. ”

Lin Yi didn't think about escaping, he just wanted to save Xue'er.

He didn't know where Xue'er was in Qinfeng Mountain now, he just followed the guidance of his feelings and went up along the stone steps mountain road.

"As long as Qin Shuntian and Xue'er hold a wedding, there will definitely be a lot of trouble, and at that time, I will have a chance to save Xue'er. And until then, I'm going to have to hold on to all the fights. ”

Lin Yi stroked his sore arm, leaned over to pick up the iron pen on the ground, and threw it into the lotus space.

At this time, it is already three poles of the sun, the bright sun is sprinkled all over the mountains, the mist is getting lighter and lighter, the depths of the mountains are still cloudy and mist, the morning birds are chirping in groups, flying over the mountains, all kinds of unknown beast roars, from far to near.

Such a beautiful scenery in the morning, such a beautiful scenery, but Lin Yi had no intention of appreciating it, he was busy killing people.

He walked in the bright sunlight and continued to climb the stairs.

Not long after he walked forward, on the stone steps in front of him, two people blocked Lin Yi's way.

Both of them are slender, with famous swords at their waists, and their faces are arrogant.

"My name is Nangong Jun, I am from the Nangong family, and I am not famous in the cultivation world, but after today, the name of Nangong Jun will be remembered by the world, because Lin Yi died under the sword of Nangong Jun. A swordsman said with a proud face.

Another swordsman said expressionlessly: "Lin Yi, my name is Nangong Yue, I am here to kill you today, it is your honor to be able to die at the hands of our brother." ”