At this time, the field seems to be in an extremely fierce battle circle.

Lin Yu was already a little excited.

After some fighting, he had already seen through all the ways of the thirteen artificial clone warriors.

Even if they join forces, they already have the strength to suppress even ordinary half-step innate masters.

However, if you don't enter the congenital, you will eventually become an ant.

Innate, and half-step congenital.

It's always two levels.

It's like an adult and a child fighting.

At first, adults may have some interest in teasing children.

But if it goes on for a long time, there will be no interest.

Lin Yu is the same, the current fight has passed the warm-up period, and it is a complete waste of time to continue.

Thinking of this, he coldly put away his playful smile.

With the sword finger in his hand, he suddenly rushed into the shadow of the sword.

The dancing finger wind, like light and shadow, seems to be soft, but contains dense and dark energy.

Within the shadow of the fingers, the space seems to be cut apart, and it becomes a vacuum.

The sword fingers that stabbed out were like the lightning that flashed in the night sky, silent and fast.

The chilling cold breath suddenly struck in front of the thirteen swordsmen.

Extreme speed, so that they don't have time to react.

A sword finger, seemingly at the same time, pointed at the eyebrows of thirteen people.

The finger shadows that are conjured up, each one is both virtual and real.

Fiction is real, reality is virtual!

Virtuality and reality are all in Lin Yu's mind.

Puff puff......

The muffled sound of flesh and blood piercing was endless.

Between the eyes of the thirteen swordsmen, in the center of their eyebrows, a shocking wound appeared.

Blood flowed slowly down the wound.

But Lin Yu's expression, instead of becoming relaxed, showed a touch of solemnity.

The figure immediately retreated.

Bang bang bang......

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound in my ears.

Under the feet of the thirteen swordsmen, the hard bluestone ground was all turned to ash.

Gravel splattered and dust flew up.

Lin Yu frowned tightly and stared at the white swordsmen around him.

I saw that deep in the wound between their eyebrows, a silver-white light was revealed.

If you look closely, the flesh is inlaid with a layer of metal, taking the place of the bone.

And the finger that Lin Yu hit just now, its power was also unloaded by the thirteen swordsmen.

"What the hell are you guys?"

Scanning the swordsmen around him, Lin Yu asked suspiciously.

These thirteen swordsmen look like people, but they don't have the emotions that humans should have in their eyes.

The bones in the body have also been replaced by an unknown metal.

You must know that Lin Yu's finger is enough to pierce the golden cracking stone.

But when it came to the bodies of the thirteen swordsmen, it failed to hurt the roots.

In order to deal with Lin Yu, those Mi people really took great pains.

"Mr. Lin Yu, don't waste your efforts, in order to arrest you, we have already made all the preparations. ”

The emir general laughed wildly, in a confident tone.

"Arrest me?"

Lin Yu sneered and disagreed.

Although the strength of these thirteen swordsmen surprised him.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is like a chasm.

Even Lin Yu, who had not broken through the innate before, was not something that could be won by this mere thirteen people.

"I have a turtle shell on my head, so I don't think I can do anything?"

A chuckle rang out.

Lin Yu's figure tossed and turned, as if dozens of him were making moves at the same time.

A finger poked out in an instant, like a flash of lightning.

Freehand, the edge is sharp.

The swift wind pierced through the eyes of the thirteen swordsmen.

Lin Yu wanted to see if he would be as casual as he was just now after destroying their brains.

But this time, the thirteen swordsmen reacted surprisingly quickly.

Dingdingding......

The swirling cross sword accurately blocked the incoming finger wind.

Thirteen swordsmen suddenly leaned together.

In a pair of blue eyes, the essence is swallowed, and the void is electrified.

They all swung out the cross long swords in their hands, and wisps of white light and shadow suddenly bloomed at the edge of the sword.

At the same time, the laughter of the emir general reached his ears.

"Haha, you are known as the Black Prison Dragon King, reminiscent of the Hell Demon, die today under the light of the Holy See's judgment!"

At this moment, Lin Yu felt a force that came out of nowhere enveloping him.

In the vastness of power, there is divine coldness.

His body was bathed in a cloud of white light and shadow.

As if receiving the judgment of fate, the divine judgment.

"If it is up to me to get my life, I can plant golden lotus in the fire. ”

Lin Yu looked up to the sky and roared, his feet pressed lightly on the ground, and he slowly rose off the ground.

Wisps of strong wind swirled around him.

Ignoring it, it's a punch.

There are no words to describe the power and speed of that punch.

It seems that it breaks a certain constraint of space and reveals the mystery of power.

A punch was struck, but there was not the slightest sound.

The divine light and shadow gathered on the point of Lin Yu's fist.

Immediately, the white light suddenly bloomed.

Burst out, incomparably dazzling.

The heavens and the earth were white.

Caught off guard, General Emir couldn't stand the dazzling glare.

For a while, the eyeballs were in sharp pain, and they were white.

Before he could close his eyes, suddenly, a slight chill fell on his neck.

Immediately after, the sound of spurting blood was clearly resounded in my ears.

Helplessly, he opened his eyes as if blind, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

With the last vestiges of lucidity, I felt as if my head had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Yu's concentrated spiritual punch collided with that divine power.

Boundless, profound and unpredictable power.

Like, from a mysterious source of the void.

That sacredness is cold, it is ruthless, it is utter disregard, it is the eternity of loneliness.

The inexplicable power, along with his fist, quickly penetrated into the body.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and exerted all his strength, wanting to disperse this force.

At this moment, suddenly, a scorching thunder exploded in his mind.

Deadly danger is everywhere.

Behind him, another extremely ferocious, evil and treacherous force approached at great speed.

Lin Yu didn't look back, and threw out his other fist with a backhand.

With a bang, it struck hard against the flesh and blood.

The sharp punch penetrated the attacker's body, and the remaining strength was not lost.

But then, a sharp pain came from the back of the heart.

He felt his body pierced by a sharp weapon.

The breath in his chest suddenly leaked out.

Lin Yu slowly turned his head and saw a gruesome scene.

A body of bloody rotten flesh stood straight behind him.

In his hand, he held a narrow sword.

The tip of the knife penetrated his own body.

This bloody rotten body is so familiar.

This long, narrow sword is also so familiar.

Sasaki real?

Sky Cloud Sword?

At the moment of life and death, Lin Yu's mind was clear, without a trace of fear or distractions.

There was a roar.

His body reacted subconsciously, turning his fist into a palm and pumping his arm out.

A palm knife, like a trace of the sky, fell on the wrist of the knife.

Poof!

The arm was cut off, and Lin Yu grabbed it and held the narrow Tiancong Cloud Sword in his palm.

Immediately, the sword slashed out and roared.

The blade shook and sliced in.

Lin Yu rotated in place, and the sword light crossed three hundred and sixty degrees.

One by one, the heads were cut off and flew out.

Around Lin Yu, there stood fourteen headless corpses.

Thirteen white swordsmen, plus the bloody body of Mama Sasaki.

The series of actions just now is completely a subconscious behavior.

At that moment, Lin Yu's brain seemed to be guided by an inexplicable force.

It seems that the only way to solve the deadlock is to do so.

The situation of certain death was turned around in an instant.

But this time, even Lin Yu himself didn't understand how he managed to escape death.

Why did a hand knife that went with the flow fall on the arm of a bloody corpse?

How did the 360-degree flow of sword light be indestructible?

All of this seems to be happening in a trance.

"Poof......

Lin Yu opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't have time to think about it before he was surrounded by a fierce tearing pain.

A divine cold force, and another evil demonic force, using his body as a battlefield, opened an encounter.

The two vast forces collided with each other and tore each other.

This kind of pain seems to be torn apart from flesh and blood to soul.

Even if he has entered the congenital, he is a little unbearable.

When Fang entered the congenital, he suffered a near-death blow!