Murong Thirteen and the others grabbed the vines with both hands, and through the gap, they could see Lin Xiu who was surrounded.

Their eyes were red.

Although Childe is strong, in this case, he is an iron body, and he can't be the opponent of the other party!

"Dayan Sword Technique!"

Lin Xiu's roar sounded from the center of the crowd.

Almost instantly, ten thousand swords gathered together, falling like raindrops.

The monks of the Foundation Building Realm on the periphery couldn't dodge, and under the rain of swords, their bodies and heads were pierced, blood was scattered and splashed, their eyes were open angrily, and they fell down in fear and unwillingly.

Just this one attack eliminated forty or fifty monks who built the foundation realm.

This killing efficiency is really appalling!

"What's the origin of this?" Gao Zhuang carried the knife, and after a few hard fights with Lin Xiu, he was shocked back, he rubbed his numb right arm, turned his head and asked loudly.

He is the fifty-third talent on the Hidden Dragon List, and his strength is very extraordinary.

But against this man, he couldn't have the upper hand.

That is to say, this man is at least within the fifty on the Hidden Dragon List.

But he had never seen him, and he had never even heard the name Lin Xiu.

When did Nanyang Province emerge as such a strong person?

"If you don't have a beginning, it's just a casual cultivation!" Yan Shou said quickly.

"Poof!"

A ray of sword light suddenly crossed in front of his eyes, and fear suddenly hit his heart, and he shouted "Retreat!"

He quickly retreated, but the sword still pierced his heart at a tricky angle and with terrifying speed.

Yan Shou opened his mouth and spewed out several mouthfuls of blood, his face turned pale, and his breath became weak at a terrifying speed.

The figure in front of him gradually condensed, and he saw Lin Xiu's face and eyes without the slightest warmth.

"To be distracted in battle, not to pay attention to the consequences of the opponent, is to die. Those were the last words he heard.

Lin Xiu pulled out the broken kill, grabbed his shoulder, and guarded the broken heart, and threw his head out without looking back.

"Whew!"

A vine wrapped around his body, absorbing it to his heart's content.

"Dead!"

"Yan Shou is actually dead!"

"This son is too strong, the Shenqiao realm has turned, and he is surrounded by so many of us, and he can still kill people!"

Bai Min and Fang Hua's faces were also ugly, Lin Xiu was too strong, so strong that they regretted doing such a thing.

Of the more than two hundred monks, Lin Xiu killed thirty or forty people at one time, even if they were all monks from the Foundation Building Realm.

They can do it, but it can't be so easy.

Yan Shou's death made the scene quiet for a few seconds.

Lin Xiu carried the blood-stained sword, put it in front of his lips, stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on the sword, a kind of killing intent and cold light intersected and jumped.

He swept through the crowd one by one, his voice cold and murderous: "Next, who?"

"He is only one person, and he can't last long!" Bai Min saw that someone was shaken, and said loudly: "Let's do it together, even if he has three heads and six arms, he will not escape death!"

Fang Hua stepped out and said, "That's right! we are so powerful, would we be afraid that he will be a monk who has turned around in the Divine Bridge Realm?"

Under the two singing and harmonizing, everyone's wavering confidence was picked up again.

The big war is on the verge of breaking out again.

Lin Xiu frantically operated the Divine Sword Spirit, absorbing the spiritual energy to make up for the continuous consumption of physical strength.

On the other hand, there is a slaughter frenzy.

He is like a tireless wolf, shuttling between swords and guns, and every time he strikes, he will leave scars in the deep mountains.

However, it is very difficult to kill these people.

Their vigilance is too high, and they will dodge even if they are seriously injured.

And under this kind of physical exertion, his speed began to slow down.

"Huh!"

Fang Hua saw the opportunity, his eyes widened angrily, and a sword stabbed out.

Lin Xiu had already sensed the danger coming from behind him, and he had also made the most correct reaction, but his back was still marked by a bloody mark from this sword.

His body staggered forward, while Fang Hua and the others took advantage of your illness to kill you, and the attacks came like a tide, almost engulfing Lin Xiu.

Under this kind of attack, even the top ten talents are impossible to stockpile.

"Puff puff!"

One after another, swords and swords continued to fall on Lin Xiu's body.

Lin Xiu's injuries became more and more, but he never shouted even a single voice.

Even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

It's as if these injuries have nothing to do with him.

"Rayfa!"

Lin Xiu, who was surrounded in a desperate situation, shouted in a low voice.

But this shouting was so great that many people didn't hear it, let alone defend it.

The next second.

"Boom!"

There was a loud thunder in the air, and someone looked up.

They saw that the cloudless sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and the thunder snakes were scurrying up and down in the thunderclouds.

"Bang!"

Lin Xiu stepped on the ground with one foot, resisted the sword with his physical body, and despite the many injuries on his body, he simply bounced into the air.

The destruction was horizontal at his feet, Lin Xiu pointed a finger and a finger to the ground, and the sound was as shocking as coming from outside the clouds.

"In the name of my Lin Xiu, Lei Lai!"

"Boom!"

The last word fell, within a radius of several hundred meters, and in an instant, there was an extremely dense thunder, thus falling.

Fang Hua and the others' pupils contracted violently, feeling the coercion and momentum contained in the thunder lock, and their faces changed.

They fled one after another, but no matter how fast they were, they couldn't be as fast as thunder.

"Bang!"

It was like a cannonball hitting the ground, and the huge turmoil caused by the explosion resounded in this place.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of thunder falling and the screams of the crowd.

Lin Xiu's face was as white as gold paper.

He used almost all of his remaining strength to cast this thunder method.

After this performance, the body stepping on the flying sword suddenly fell to the ground, and Lin Xiu bit the tip of his tongue violently before he stabilized his body in time.

Then he didn't have time to care about the monks below, and fell towards Murong Thirteen.

"Whew!"

The World Tree formed a prison and brought Lin Xiu in.

After coming in, Lin Xiu didn't hold back anymore, and sat on the ground with his butt on his head, his face was pale and terrifying.

"Lin Xiu, how are you?"

"Childe, are you alright?"

Two women and a man panicked, not knowing what to do.

Only Lu Huahua, a ray of schadenfreude flashed in her eyes, her eyes flickered, trying to find an escape from it.

"Damn it, damn it!"

Fang Hua and the others had scorched faces, and there was a smell of barbecue on their bodies.

Thunder is very powerful, but such a dense thunder, with Lin Xiu's current strength, the power of each thunder is dispersed, very limited.

It shook them all, but it couldn't kill them.

But even so, there were only more than 70 people left in the original 200 people.

And all of this was done by Lin Xiu alone!

It's incredible!

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