Just when this palm was about to shoot on Lin Yu's head.

The red-robed forester's expression froze, and he only felt that the place where he fell was empty.

This inevitable blow was missed.

And Lin Yu in front of him disappeared like a bubble phantom, and even his breath was not spared.

The silver-haired old man also had a blank look on his face.

The next moment, the red-robed monk seemed to notice something, and suddenly looked to the right.

The silver-haired old man's gaze followed.

Between them, Lin Yu stood there with his hands in his hands.

Although his face was still indifferent, he praised in an extremely serious tone: "The nine-headed Buddha owl, it is really not a person who sells fame and reputation, this tantric demon is indeed powerful." ”

After a short battle, he found that the strength of the red-robed monk's qi and blood was not weaker than him at all.

Tibetan Tantra, also known as Vajra Peak Sect.

is already very good at internal and external kung fu, and the means of cultivating blood and qi are even better.

After practicing to the fullest, there is a power of imagery in every move.

When I see it today, what I said is true.

Even if he fights alone, within a hundred moves, he can't help the other party.

This kind of strong opponent is really unprecedented.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu knew that there was almost no possibility of winning with strength.

Luckily, he's known for his speed.

For a while, even if the two joined forces, they couldn't help him.

looked at Lin Yu, who stood proudly and calmly.

The faces of the red-robed monk and the silver-haired old man were a little ugly.

The two of them joined forces to strike, thinking that they would be able to kill the enemy.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was easily resolved by Lin Yu.

At this moment, the regret in the hearts of the two of them was far greater than Lin Yu.

The unbelievable speed made them even more afraid.

The two realized that it would not be easy to kill Lin Yu.

This young man, both in terms of experience and strength, far exceeded expectations.

If you are not careful, maybe the situation will turn in an instant.

After a short fight, the two sides had mutual scruples.

But they all know that this battle of life and death is by no means a short time to distinguish between winning and losing.

The nine-headed Buddha owl and the silver-haired old man glanced at each other, their eyes full of jealousy.

At this time, Lin Yu was facing the siege of the two powerhouses, and his heart was full of pride.

Instead of showing signs of fleeing, he once again took the initiative to meet him.

Sou!

If the dragon rises, it flies away, folds and winds, and the pace is mysterious.

The figure swayed, sometimes left and sometimes right, swaying, making it impossible to judge.

It was as if one had turned into two, and each of them had a different move.

Opposite the nine-headed Buddha owl, he was still powerful and domineering, punching him and being invincible.

Where the fist wind shook, the air was filled with a scorching smell.

It's like an extraterrestrial meteorite, falling vertically.

The devastating force of the explosion seemed to be able to pierce the earth.

In the face of the silver-haired old man, he leaned out with one palm.

A vastness, the momentum of controlling the universe, locking the other party.

Suddenly, the silver-haired old man even had an illusion.

It was as if the palm in front of him had cut through the surrounding space.

Build an invisible cage and imprison him in it and banish him to endless darkness.

That momentum and artistic conception are powerful and reveal a lofty detachment.

Like a god, he rules the heavens and the earth.

The silver-haired old man's scalp was fried, and his hair and beard stood on end like electricity, and his heart was terrified.

How could this young man's cultivation be so powerful?

If it weren't for the nine-headed Buddha owl by his side to share the pressure, he would definitely be killed on the spot if he was alone.

Unconsciously, he had a trace of fear for Lin Yu.

But he is also a strong man in the end, and as soon as the demon in his heart rises, he will be cut off in an instant.

Even so, the truth is shocking.

He has been suppressed by Lin Yu's momentum.

Thinking of this, the silver-haired old man's eyes were full of fierceness.

Brush!

Silver light flashed, like autumn water, like lightning.

A sword stabbed out, the cold air was cold, there was no smoke and fire, like an antelope hanging its horns, like nature.

Boundless killing intent burst out through the blade of the sword.

The air froze abruptly, silently, as if frozen in a murderous aura to the bone.

The silver-haired old man finally showed his sword.

It also means that he did his best.

Compared with the red-robed old monk Nine-headed Buddha Owl, his strength is inferior after all.

At this time, Lin Yu's palm changed suddenly.

The momentum of being transcendent and controlling everything before, like a spring breeze and drizzle, dives into the invisible.

Five fingers, dexterous and changing.

His fingertips kept flicking on the sword, like a musician, playing beautiful music comfortably.

On the other side, Lin Yu's shoulders shook, and one punch suddenly turned into six punches.

Because the speed was too fast, the six punches came at the same time.

Up and down, left and right, front and back.

Inside, there is a fist style.

The red-robed old monk did not move at all, and his fist pinched the palm print, and the changes were endless.

Lotus Mahamudra, Vajra Demon Yin, Meaningless Lion Seal......

The seals are connected, as stable as Mount Tai.

Bang bang bang......

The sonic boom is continuous, and the air waves roar.

The two fought against each other, stirring up the surrounding wind and sand.

The surging air currents are actually recognizable to the naked eye, like blue seas, spreading in all directions.

Between the lightning and flint, Lin Yu relied on the unpredictable speed of the ghosts and gods to fight the two of them without falling behind.

The furious roar and crisp playing are contrasted.

From rigid to fierce, to light to soft, round as one.

After fighting for six punches, Lin Yu did not retreat for half a step, and he still had more courage.

With one palm, he grabbed the sword like Bai Lian.

The fist wind once again attacked the red-robed old monk.

Faintly, it seemed that he was anti-guest-oriented, and he suppressed the two powerhouses alone.

Brilliant and mighty, like a god descending to earth.

The face is indifferent, and everything is an ant.

The more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and his breath is always steady.

After more than 20 punches, the strength did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more powerful.

The fists are explosive, and the physical strength is bottomless.

When the fist collides, the strong wind stirred up is like a knife, cutting the ground around it and cutting the ravines horizontally.

Half of his body has long been shaken and shattered.

And the red-robed old monk is no longer calm, taking off his monk's robe, bald, sweating, and white.

While fighting against the nine-headed Buddha owl, Lin Yu's other hand evolved to the extreme with the softness of water.

The blade of the sword cuts off the water, and the water flows more.

Five-finger illusion, light and sensitive.

It's like a spider's web, and the threads are overlapped.

No matter how sharp the sword is, it keeps slashing, this endless bond.

Gradually, the silver-haired old man felt the sword in his hand become heavier and heavier.

Every tap of the fingertips is like an invisible restraint wrapped around the sword.

Even the air, like the sea, has an undercurrent.

Looking at each other again, there is no fatigue on his face, and the strength on his fingers is endless.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but become more and more impatient.

Even the nine-headed Buddha owl was secretly surprised.

I thought that the momentum that Lin Yu burst out would definitely not last.

But he never thought that the other party's qi and blood were as full as the sea, and his physical strength was bottomless.

After fighting for so long, I didn't relax at all.

This situation made my heart frustrated.

The strong naturally have the arrogance of the strong.

The two joined forces to besiege Lin Yu, which was already a disregard for face.

If it is suppressed again, it will be a great shame.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the two inadvertently intertwined with each other.

Suddenly, the sword was full of light, and the light was uncertain.

Whoa!

A sword swept away, cutting off all the restraints that Lin Yu had arranged before.

Suddenly, the sword light was magnificent, and the sharp cutting seemed to be able to intercept the Nine Heavens Galaxy.

In the dark night, a stunning silver light is dazzling.

The bright sky and the bright moon have all disappeared from the clear light.

It seems that it can not only cut off, but also destroy the soul.

This sword was embedded in the gap of Lin Yu's attack.

Knife-cut butter, smooth and natural.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword light is cold on 19 continents.

At the same time, the handprints of the red-robed old monk came out one after another, all kinds of changes, running freely, his eyes bloomed, and his fist strength was boundless.

The big mudra like a storm seems to have really changed into the boundless Dharma.

The wind was howling, and in the sound of the wind, there was a faint Sanskrit mournful mantra.

A peaceful slaughter filled the surrounding space.

In a trance, Lin Yu felt that he was in the temple at the moment, looking up at the angry-eyed King Kong that subdued demons and subdued demons.

At this moment, the dark cloud of death hung overhead.

Feeling the extreme danger, Lin Yu's eyes swelled sharply, like a void of electricity.

The qi and blood in his body turned sharply, and his face, which had always been calm, became red, and he could almost ooze blood.

The fist burst out like a rainstorm.

A wisp of rolling thunder loomed in the fist wind.

The power of the rage seems to destroy everything.

Compared with the majestic and domineering fist technique, his other hand shook lightly in the wind.

Gently as if there is no weight, floating and dancing lightly in the air.

With the meticulous cool breeze, he leaned into the flickering sword light.

Hook your index finger and flick it gently.

Bang bang......

The fist wind is agitated, like rain hitting the plantain and falling into the court.

The fists collided, and the sonic boom erupted.

It was as if a hurricane had swept by, and the ground was in shambles.

Bite......

The sound is crisp and pleasant, like the sound of a piano.

The lightning-like silver light came to an abrupt halt and turned to nothing.

Two very different sounds, complementing each other.

At this time, Lin Yu's figure regressed, as if a milk swallow had returned to the forest.

The old monk in the red robe is full of momentum, and it is advisable to chase the poor man bravely.

Ten fingers, red as blood, have already boosted the strength to the extreme.

With a sudden step under his feet, his hands kept changing shapes, and the tantric mudras were endless.

He followed the shadow, chased and beat fiercely, and vowed to kill Lin Yu in the palm of his hand.

The silver-haired old man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his wrist shook vigorously.

The gloomy sword light is resurrected, and its brilliance is even better than before.

The sword in his hand turned into a silver snake, snaking and swimming, and shot away.

And Lin Yu is the prey in the mouth of the silver snake.

The two did not hesitate to kill the killer.

The fist wind and sword light are in hot pursuit.

Lin Yu's figure regressed, and he was actually able to keep a certain distance from the two people opposite.

In terms of speed, he has a clear advantage.

However, this is the only advantage that can be relied on so far.

From faintly suppressing the two to the other party suddenly flipping the situation.

This process happens very quickly, but in a matter of moments.

Facts have proved that the combined strength of the two opposites is beyond his ability to resist.

Despite this, they can be forced for a while under the cooperation of the two.

It is enough to move the world.

The nine-headed Buddha owl and the silver-haired old man who followed behind helplessly found that they couldn't catch up with Lin Yu after all.

The two glanced at each other, and with their strength, their five senses were far beyond the sensitivity of ordinary people.

Tightly attached to Lin Yu's retreating route, they already smelled an extremely faint smell of fresh blood.

It was certain that Lin Yu would be injured.

At this time, he can't be given a chance to breathe.

Since he was injured, he definitely couldn't maintain such a speed for too long.

And not far ahead.

A wisp of blood slowly dripped down Lin Yu's left index finger from the fingertips.