This time, the figure of the old couple showed a stunned expression on their faces.

There seems to be confusion in the eyes, as if there is pain, as if there is sadness, as if there is relief.

Immediately, in Lin Yu's sword light, it slowly collapsed and disappeared.

Facing this scene.

Rao is Lin Yu is determined, and there is also heart-rending pain in his heart.

The complex and incomprehensible emotions turned into depression and hit his soul fiercely.

Even if you subconsciously know that it is fake, the pain of waving a knife at your loved ones is unimaginable.

A chill spread from the deepest part of the body.

"Wow!"

His face was like gold paper, and he opened his mouth to spew out a large mouthful of blood.

The placket was stained red, and there was not a trace of blood on his pale face.

But he still stubbornly rushed out towards the light source.

In the bright and extinguishing eyes, there is indomitable perseverance.

The golden light from the bronze mirror became more and more cold and weird.

A hint of desolation is quietly permeating.

Lin Yu walked through the fog, and rushed to the front of the bronze mirror.

Suddenly, a misty white mist surged, intersecting with the light.

A shadow loomed in the mist.

The figure of missing is still in front of me, and it suddenly appears in front of me.

"Husband, you've finally come to me. ”

Looking back and smiling, dignified and generous.

The pace of rushing forward suddenly stopped.

Lin Yu stared at the person in his thoughts, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

The night moon is a dream, and the spring breeze is tender.

The fierce color in his eyes gradually faded.

A hint of tenderness and sweetness appeared in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

At this moment, the eighteen Brahmin elders who were hidden in the fog couldn't help but look nervous.

A pair of eyes stared at Lin Yu deadly.

The sound of chanting in the mouth is getting faster and faster.

But the strange thing is that Lin Yu turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't hear the sound of Sanskrit chanting at all.

The golden bell on the Brahmin elder's wrist shook faster and faster.

The drums beat like a torrent.

The expressions of these Brahmin elders were extremely solemn.

One by one, they held their breath and stared, and their faces were red.

The forehead was dripping with sweat, and wisps of white heat rose on the top of his head.

They did their best to manipulate the magic weapon in their hands.

One after another, illusory figures converged and took shape in the mist.

On the bronze mirror, the golden light that bloomed shone to the extreme.

The golden light is brilliant, and it is accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The light was like water, slowly flowing in the mist.

The illusory figure is solidified and lifelike.

The long knife in Lin Yu's hand exuded a cold chill.

He stared at Li Xinyu, who waved his hand and chuckled, and his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Deep in his throat, a roar rang out.

It was as if a dying beast howled at the sky, full of desperate pain.

A shining sword shot up into the sky and straight into the sky.

The sword light pierced through the mist, dispersing the shadow.

Immediately, there was a crunch sound.

The blade seemed to have hit a metal object.

This crisp sound completely pulled Lin Yu's thoughts back to reality.

The fog disappears and the light dissipates.

The golden mangs converge, like a floating shadow.

The fog dissipated, like clouds rolling around.

In Lin Yu's heart, the pain also faded away.

But he still stared in the direction where the figure had disappeared, and there was a bit of reluctance in his eyes.

The illusions around him disappeared, and when he looked back, he was only a little more than twenty meters away from stepping into the valley.

After walking through this short 20 meters, it seems to have re-experienced life.

The pain hidden in the bottom of my heart was all reincarnated once.

The golden light is like the water at low tide, and it disappears without a trace in an instant.

The last place to disappear is just a reflection of light.

From a distance, it seems that there is a quaint bronze mirror inlaid on the ground.

Lin Yu held the knife in one hand and plunged it into the ground.

With the other hand, covering his chest, he gasped for air.

The fantasy I experienced before was so real.

So far, it is difficult for him to distinguish between fiction and reality.

There was a faint tearing pain in the heart.

Just as he was gasping for breath, in the fading mist, eighteen Brahmin elders wrapped in turbans suddenly jumped up.

The magic weapon in his hand struck straight towards Lin Yu.

The attack was sudden, like a sea of mountains.

For a while, I saw that the wind and clouds changed color and the sand flew away.

These eighteen Brahmin elders were also obedient, and took advantage of the critical moment when Lin Yu was adjusting and resting, and brazenly launched a general attack.

The surging energy is surging from all directions.

The sound of sharp breaking of the air, one after another.

At this moment, the corners of Lin Yu's mouth flashed with a cruel sneer.

The long knife shone suddenly, sharp, swift, more terrifying than lightning.

Between the lightning and flint, a knife was slashed out.

In the sword light, there is an unparalleled momentum.

The white light of the knife tore through the space.

The eighteen Brahmin elders couldn't help but look horrified.

Boom Boom Boom ......

A series of crashing sounds were endless.

The various magic weapons in his hand were cut out one by one by the long knife.

One knife is not finished, and one knife rises again.

Its speed is like electricity, and its momentum is unmatched.

Lin Yu hated these guys who manipulated the illusion very much, and his heart was full of murderous intent.

The bright sword light is ever-changing.

In the chest, there was a scorching heat.

In the exhausted body, streams of heat gushed out of thin air.

Almost instantly, he regained his vigor.

The sky is full of swords, and it is getting denser and denser.

Infinite sword light covered the entire canopy.

The eighteen Brahmin elders had solemn faces, and their hands kept forming one mudra after another.

The magic weapon in his hand fought hard towards the sword light.

"Boom!"

The crashing sound of the sky and the earth cracking sounded loudly, and it was deafening.

The whole world was shrouded in a huge roar.

Invisible sound waves, as the wind swept by, causing echoes in the valley.

A hard encounter between each other, the momentum is so loud that people can't help but change color.

The sword light paused for a moment, and then bloomed again.

Lin Yu seems to have endless power, and he can unleash it wantonly without stopping.

When Lin Yu was in the middle of a fierce battle, in the depths of the valley, a pleasant exclamation suddenly sounded: "Lin Yu, why are you here?"

When the fog cleared, the group of Yanhuang soldiers who were trapped finally guarded the clouds and saw the moon.

The illusion in front of him suddenly shattered and disappeared.

It wasn't until this moment that they realized that they had been going around in the same place all along.

It's like encountering the legendary ghost hitting the wall.

For a few days, I went around this valley.

If it weren't for the military rations they carried with them, they would have been starving and unable to stand up.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but feel hatred in their hearts.

Looking up again, Lin Yu was alone, fighting fiercely with eighteen Tianzhu Assan.

Seeing this, the people can still bear it.

One by one, they picked up the weapons on their backs, aimed at Tianzhu Ah San, and quickly hooked the trigger.

Bang-Bang-Bang......

Dense gunfire, one after another.

The Yan and Huang people trapped in the valley are all elites in the army.

Especially the part of the people from the Flame Soul Clan, they are the elite of the elite.

The marksmanship of each of them is like a god, and he hits every shot.

The bullets fired turned into anger in the bottom of my heart and roared towards those Tianzhu Ah San.

At this time, the eighteen Brahmin elders were at a standout with Lin Yuzheng.

How could I have expected that the battle behind him would rise again.

Although with their strength, the bullets fired from ordinary firearms are difficult to pose a lethal threat.

But in the hands of the Flame Soul Warriors, there is also a heavy sniper rifle.

The large-caliber armor-piercing bullets fired by this rifle did not even dare to resist with their bodies.

As a result, they can only do two things.

While dealing with Lin Yu, he had to be vigilant about the bullets behind him at all times.

Masters compete, and the victory or defeat is a matter of milliseconds.

Lin Yu was trapped in the formation, and he was already furious, and his killing intent was like a tide.

At this moment, seeing that these Tianzhu Ah San were in a hurry, he took advantage of the situation to pursue.

The sword turned into a streamer, dazzling and almost impossible to see.

Between heaven and earth, there is a sense of slaughter.

The sky was filled with the sound of breaking the sky and screaming, and the sound of sword qi was all over the world.

Endless sword light burst out like a tide of rage, and the waves crashed on the shore.

The desolate and majestic knife style is even more inexhaustible.

Eighteen Brahmin elders could barely resist when they joined forces.

The hateful thing is that the bullets shuttling behind them make it impossible for them to concentrate with all their strength.

The overwhelming sword light in front of him was pervasive.

The slightest negligence will cause blood to splatter in the body.

The continuous light of the knife kept adding wounds to their bodies.

form, sharply downward.

Eighteen of them were already in a precarious situation.

At the critical moment, one of them suddenly let out a long howl.

Although the language barrier is different, it sounds like a cry for help.

At this moment, a sword light suddenly appeared.

The cold light trembled, and the strange light flashed wildly.

In the face of Lin Yu's pursuit, these eighteen Brahmin elders could still grit their teeth and support themselves.

But now, suddenly, another sword light appeared.

Its swiftness and sharpness are not as sharp as the sword, but they should not be underestimated.

The sword light flashed, and the two heads flew into the air.

Blood gushed from the sky.

The death of the two elders suddenly broke the situation that had been struggling to support.

The scene was overwhelming.

Genius one second to remember the address of this site:. Mobile version reading URL: m.