This hand undoubtedly shocked everyone!

The remaining ten worshippers narrowed their eyes slightly, their eyes solemn.

"This son is extraordinary!"

"It's indeed a strong rival, let's shoot together!"

The strength displayed by Lin Xiu made their hearts solemn.

He was undoubtedly powerful, and even the most powerful martial cultivator among the ten did not dare to say that he could kill Liu Ming with one move.

"Shoot!"

One of them drank lowly, and ten of them immediately went away to him.

Feng Qianjue's hands on the armrests clenched unconsciously.

He was nervous and scared.

It was really because the strength shown by Lin Xiu was so powerful that he was unexpected.

"Boy, die!"

The worshippers roared repeatedly, and the shadows of swords and swords continued to flicker from their hands, making people dazzled.

The clansmen of the Feng family were all nervous, and even Feng Zishan squinted his eyes and his muscles tensed.

These offerings join forces, and they are too strong!

Even if it was him, it was impossible to carry it.

The attack of ten people, almost in the blink of an eye, had already fallen.

The long sword in one person's hand passed through Li Xiaoyao's chest.

His face was overjoyed, and he laughed: "Is this the only ability......

Before the words fell, the worshipper's face suddenly changed dramatically.

This sword seemed to be inserted into the air, and it did not have the blocking feeling of a sharp blade breaking through the flesh.

At this moment, he suddenly saw that Lin Xiu, who was pierced through his chest with a sword in front of him, his body actually faded!

"The second one!"

For example, the sound from the Nine Hells made the worshipper's hands and feet cold, and he reflexively retreated.

But, it's still too late.

"Poof!"

The body of the worship trembled violently twice.

He looked down at his chest, where a bloody fist, violently piercing through the back of his chest, appeared before him.

Blood poured out of his mouth like a fountain.

His eyes, at great speed, dimmed and lifeless.

Lin Xiu withdrew his right palm, still holding a heart in his hand.

He threw it on the corpse of the worship, and then, with a lift of his toes, the sword ricocheted into his hand.

"The third, who will it be?" made the remaining nine worshippers feel extremely frightened.

"He actually killed Lian Ping!"

"Lian Ping is the most powerful martial cultivator among us, he is a true martial cultivator of the Qi Transformation Realm!"

"Actually, I just died!"

The worshippers couldn't believe their eyes, but it was exactly what happened, and it happened so clearly before their eyes!

"Dada~"

Lin Xiu's footsteps sounded clearly in the quiet hall.

Everyone in the Feng family was scared like idiots at the moment.

Feng Qianjue only felt that there seemed to be a cool breath rising straight up from the soles of his feet, along his spine, all the way to the Tianling Gai, making him feel cold all over his body.

"The Lin family, how could there be such a terrifying existence!" He couldn't understand why this Lin family member was so young and so powerful?

"Huh!"

An icy sword light shone up, and before the worshipper could even say a word of begging for mercy, he was killed by a sword that sealed his throat, clutched his throat, and fell straight down.

"It's terrifying! I'm not going to be his opponent!"

"He has now killed three worshippers of my Feng family in a row, I'm afraid, he will never let go of our Feng family!"

Feng Zishan reacted quickly, he thought to himself that he was a rare martial arts genius in the Feng family in a hundred years.

But in front of this person, all his confidence and confidence were like a mirror, shattered.

"Run, you must run!"

"Before he reacts, run away!"

Feng Zishan tried to stand up, only to find that his legs were actually trembling.

He took a quick look around the hall and immediately made a route to escape.

The place where he was sitting was close to the entrance, and Lin Xiu was killing people with his back to him.

It only took two seconds for him to rush to the entrance before everyone else noticed, and then fled silently.

However, this is not insured.

If he finds out, he will be a dead end.

"Style, I'll send you to heal!" Feng Zishan said, and then under Style's puzzled face, he directly grabbed him and quickly ran towards the door.

"Huh!"

The fourth place was enshrined, killed!

The rest of the worshippers were already a little panicked, and they didn't even have any moves to make a sword.

"Childe, someone is trying to escape!" Liang Qiming suddenly shouted loudly.

"Escape?" Lin Xiu turned around casually, and saw Feng Zishan grabbing his demeanor and running quickly towards the door.

"Can you escape?"

With a contemptuous smile, Lin Xiu's arm flicked lightly, and the long sword flashed away like cold light, stabbing towards them.

"Huhu~"

Feng Zishan's muscles were tensed to the limit because of the tension, and he heard the sound of breaking the air behind him, and he threw his demeanor out without even thinking about it.

"Poof!"

The long sword pierced directly through the heart of Fengfeng, but it was castrated, still carrying great strength and terrifying speed, stabbing towards Fengzi Mountain.

"What!"

Feng Zishan looked at the long sword that was rapidly enlarged in his eyes in disbelief, and the next second.

"Poof!"

The sword pierced through his chest, and his body was slammed backwards by the force.

"Bang!" and slammed into the door.

Feng Zishan's eyes widened angrily, his body collapsed on the door, and the vitality was disappearing from his eyes little by little.

The first day of the dignified family, today, just died!

Lin Xiu's gaze swept over the angry and frightened faces of the Feng family one by one, and said, "Today, if you escape, you will die, and if you don't escape, you will also die!"

This sentence, like a spell, like the judgment of the god of death, made everyone in the Feng family feel unprecedented despair.

"Don't, Lin Gongzi, don't kill us, we have nothing to do with the Feng family, please let us go!"

The worshippers were terrified, and they didn't care about any dignity at the moment, they only hoped that Lin Xiu would let them go.

"Let you go?" Lin Xiu smiled slightly and said, "Are you dreaming?"

His body flickered, and he instantly came to this person, and his palm turned into a knife and slashed at his neck.

"Huh!"

The palm knife was sharp, directly cutting off his neck, a big head, and flew up.

"Today, not a single one will live!"

The former Third Realm Lord, the Shura Demon Lord, Lin Xiu said what he said, and no one could change it!

"Lin Xiu, do you really want to kill them all? I am a disciple of the Eight Extremes, you ......"

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, he was already killed by Lin Xiu's punch.

"Lin Xiu, how dare you kill me, I'm ......"

"Bang!"

One punch, another punch, Lin Xiu's movements were so fast and powerful that they didn't even have time to say cruel words.

It was only a dozen seconds before and after, and the remaining few worshippers had been killed by him.

He slowly turned around and looked at the faces of the Feng family, revealing an indifferent smile.