Seeing this situation, the two Onmyoji of the Eastern R Kingdom showed a look of anticipation.

Although they still have a numerical advantage, the form is not optimistic.

Eight people, eight have gone to four.

And Lin Yu has another helper who is also very strong.

What made these two onmyoji extremely aggrieved was that.

They consider themselves to be the highest in the field.

But in the face of the Heavenly Cloud Sword, it was completely unable to unleash it.

Because, this national holy weapon of the Eastern R country has an inexplicable restraint on their abilities.

In a nutshell.

In the face of Lin Yu, who was holding the Tiancongyun Sword, they were only slightly stronger than ordinary people, and they didn't even have the ability to resist.

Four people subtract two of them, and it directly becomes two against two.

In other words, the so-called numerical superiority is simply an illusion.

In this case, the outcome is unknown.

Unless he can revive the suppressed nature of the holy weapon and break free from Lin Yu's control.

Otherwise, this attack will basically fail.

At this moment, Huangfu Yunyan quietly came behind Lin Yu.

The three-foot Qingfeng, under the illumination of the sun, the glass waves.

The blue light is shining, and the sharpness is incomparable.

The two stood side by side, their clothes were windy, fluttering, like a pair of fairy couples.

"Lin Yu, if you want to save people, don't mess around, otherwise, that Yanhuang girl will die a miserable death. ”

The old general shouted at Lin Yu in proficient Chinese.

The voice of the lustful and inward-flowing is no longer the confidence it used to be.

"Man, not in your hands......"

Lin Yu said word by word, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and his muscles were exposed.

I don't know if it's because of the struggle of Tiancong Cloud Sword, or because of the agitation of emotions.

This sentence made the old general's pupils subconsciously condense slightly.

The categorical tone is by no means tentative.

"How do you know that people are not in our hands?"

The old general asked rhetorically in a surprised tone, acquiescing to what Lin Yu had just said.

Seeing this, Huangfu Yunyan suddenly frowned lightly and reminded in a low voice: "Young master, the other party seems to be deliberately delaying time." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yu nodded.

He is also aware of this.

The enemy used Tongtong as a pretense to deliberately lead him to speak and slowly kill time.

Although he was aware of it, Lin Yu still didn't do it immediately.

Because of the Tiancong Cloud Sword in his hand, the resistance became more and more intense.

The latent demonic spirituality seems to have been stimulated and suddenly exploded.

In order to suppress the breaking free of the demon knife, it has already involved most of his energy.

Both sides have their own scruples and have to be hypocritical for the time being.

At this moment, the archpriest Atsuta, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly let out a terrible howl.

Hearing the voice, everyone turned their heads to look.

I saw that he clenched the short knife in both hands and stabbed it deeply into his left chest.

The hideous face was full of pain and resentment.

The bulging eyes burst the eye sockets.

Wisps of blood, flowing in the corners of his eyes.

The miserable appearance is like a terrible ghost appearing in the world.

He gritted his teeth and slashed with the short knife that stabbed into his left chest.

The entire chest was cut open with a shocking wound.

Along the wound, you can almost see the beating heart.

Then, an even more terrifying scene appeared.

Atsuta released the short knife, reached into the wound with his right hand, and slammed it out.

The heart, which was still beating, was pulled out of his chest by his hand.

Although everyone present was full of murder, they had never seen such a tragic scene.

After committing suicide by caesarean section, he actually gouged out his heart.

It's hard to imagine how much courage it takes to do that.

As everyone was terrified, Atsuta held his beating heart in both hands, and blood dripped down his fingers into the dirt.

He remained on his knees, his head tilted forward, a reverent expression fixed on his face.

The direction of kneeling is exactly facing Lin Yu.

Or rather, it was facing the Heavenly Cloud Sword.

Boom!

There was a muffled thud, and the heart burst open.

A little bit of blood and minced flesh fell in all directions in the sun.

The moment his heart burst open, the strength of the Heavenly Cloud Sword's struggle suddenly soared.

Buzzing......

The blade trembled, and the power of the violent and demonic was completely revived.

In a trance, my ears were filled with a terrible scream.

On the snow-white sword, a monster with eight heads and eight tails was reflected.

Lin Yu's hands clenching the handle of the knife were also trembling constantly.

Gradually, his whole body trembled slightly.

The green tendons on his forehead bulged, and his whole face was red.

The Tiancong Cloud Sword seemed to be dominated by an invisible force, and it could come out at any time.

Seeing this scene, the two onmyoji of the Eastern R Kingdom were overjoyed.

"Attack!"

With a shout, wisps of faint green smoke suddenly burst out from their loose yin and yang robes.

Qingyan rushed in front of Lin Yu, conjuring up the shadows of the Dao Divine Imperial Soul.

A crisp chirp came from the blade, out of thin air.

The brilliance on the body of the knife flowed, blooming with red glow.

A faint shadow loomed in the red light, gradually condensing.

The light and shadow of the eight heads and eight tails roared at the sky, looking forward to life.

Several Imperial Soul Gods swooped in front of him.

The cold killing intent echoes with the Yaqi Snake in the light and shadow.

Murderous, ferocious, brutal, and demonic...... Several breaths mingle together to form a hopeless negative emotion.

It was as if the gates of hell were opened, and thousands of ghosts poured out.

Despair, hesitation, sadness, all kinds of emotions couldn't help but breed in Lin Yu's heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see the scene after his death.

The Heavenly Cloud Sword bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

The phantom of the Yaqi Orochi, staring more and more.

In front of this monster, Lin Yu had the illusion of being as humble as an ant.

The violent aura seems to have been suppressed for a long time.

When you regain your liberation, you will destroy everything in front of you with boundless fury.

At this time, Lin Yu's eyes were silent.

Suddenly, his arm shook.

The dragon groaned, squirting out of his mouth.

The sound is far away and clear, resounding through the world.

Like a wave sweeping, God is mighty.

The dragon pattern on his chest was suddenly hot.

Wisps of supreme majesty escaped.

With the Heavenly Cloud Sword in his hand, the resistance became more and more intense.

The phantom of the Yaqi Orochi is almost condensed as a substance.

The tyrannical and bloody ferocity made the surrounding Imperial Soul Gods tremble.

The vast masculine dragon groan, the cold and fierce Yaqi phantom.

Two completely different breaths are so powerful.

A mere god, in front of the Yaqi Snake and the True Dragon Divine Power, how dare he be presumptuous.

Sensing Shikigami's fear, the two Onmyoji of the Eastern R Kingdom looked at each other.

From each other's eyes, they all saw the meaning of determination and madness.

The two sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering words in their mouths.

His face suddenly turned red, as if blood could ooze.

As the red color deepens, fine and dense spots of blood appear on the skin on the surface of the body.

The blood is pervasive, and the arrogance is monstrous.

These two people were actually burning their own essence and blood, and they were also going to launch a lethal attack on Lin Yu.

The pervasive blood qi, guided by an invisible force, crossed the space and was injected into the body of the Imperial Soul Divine Body.

The green smoke condensed into Shikigami, and the breath suddenly skyrocketed.

The cold breath is becoming more and more condensed.

At this moment, Lin Yuzheng was engrossed in fighting with the Tiancong Cloud Sword for dominance, and he had no spare time and energy to guard against the attack of the gods.

Luckily, he had a helper behind him.

Huangfu Yunyan swung his sword, and the three-foot long sword turned into a dazzling green light, and the sword body rushed towards the gradually condensed Shikishen with an astonishing and imperceptible high-speed vibration.

But Lin Yu has helpers, and the Onmyoji of the East R Kingdom also has helpers.

The old general glanced at Leonardo Paladin, stepped on the ground with both feet, and rushed towards Huangfu Yunyan.

Leonardo Paladin, on the other hand, jumped to the side of the two onmyoji.

The broadsword sits across his chest, protecting the safety of his two allies.

It's not that he doesn't want to come forward to help, but the aura conflicts between each other, and there is no room for him to interfere at all.

The old general, who jumped forward, sprinted as fast as a cannonball.

Extremely fast movement, with the brute force of a rampage.

Every step of the foot seemed to cause the whole ground to tremble.

A distance of only a few tens of meters, under his feet, only took a moment.

From a distance, it looks like a pitch-black streamer.

Swinging his arm and swinging his fist, the fist wind is like thunder, and the air is shocking.

Before the fist arrives, the force arrives first.

This punch is simple and direct, revealing the charm of violent aesthetics.

Even if Takayama stopped in front of him, it seemed that he could be punched through with a single punch.

Feeling the howling of the fist, Huangfu Yunyan had to turn back to defend.

The flowing sword light crossed an arc.

Light posture, graceful looking back.

Even though life and death are fighting, the movements are still so calm and freehand, with everyone's style.

"When"!

The fists and swords struck each other, bursting out with little sparks.

Huangfu Yunyan's face changed, and the long sword in his hand roared softly.

This monster covered in black scales was far more powerful than she expected.

The steep fight just now made her feel numb.

"Fight him, don't fight hard. ”

A calm voice sounded in my ears.

Lin Yu, who was in a stalemate with the Tiancong Cloud Sword, actually had the strength to warn Huangfu Yunyan.

Under his reminder, Huangfu Yunyan quickly made adjustments.

No longer fight hard with each other, but choose to fight.

Although the black-scaled monster is strong and very fast, its sensitivity is much worse.

When he punches, his steps are straight and straight, lacking a bit of agility.

And Huangfu Yunyan's body is light and incomparable, and he has his own strengths with the other party.

A sharp sword that can't break through the defenses of the black scales.

And the old general, who turned into a monster, couldn't capture the trajectory of the emperor's clouds.

For a while, the shadows were heavy and the blue light was hazy.

The two are entangled, each with their own strengths and weaknesses at the same time.

The black-scaled monster punches violently, brutally and concisely.

Huangfu Yunyan's clothes are fluttering, and he jumps off elegantly.

Seeing that the two were deadlocked.

Lin Yu was no longer distracted and concentrated on dealing with the Tiancongyun Sword.

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