The three Yamada samurai in the corridor in front reacted quickly, and when they saw Lin Ye wave their hands, the samurai on both sides immediately leaned against the wall, and the whole person turned into a thin layer, dodging all the coins that flew towards them, only one or two coins rubbed their backs and scratched their clothes, but none of them were injured.

The sword-wielding warrior in the middle, Ou Wa, screamed and swung his knife continuously, and actually blocked all the five coins that could have hit him, and there was a chaotic clanging sound, and the cold light of the murderous knife was not damaged at all.

"Sure enough, it's a bit evil!"

Lin Ye still shot a handful of coins into the back corridor in the same way, and the three guys couldn't do it, first of all, Lin Ye had experience and expanded the coverage of the coins, and the two samurai who were dodging against the wall couldn't dodge, and they were each drilled into their backs by two coins, and they all screamed, and then collapsed softly against the wall.

And the guy with the knife, because it was not a murderous knife in his hand, but a relatively sharp katana, the bell only blocked one coin, and the blade of the knife was broken in response, and then he was hit by four coins at the same time, and all the movements were frozen in an instant, and then he fell head-on with a frightened face.

"Bastard!"

In the corridor ahead, the samurai armed with a fierce knife roared angrily, wanting to rush over and cut Lin Ye in two, but was blocked by an invisible force ten meters away.

Of course, Lin Ye would not allow him to rush over, forming an invisible wall with his telekinesis to block it.

Laugh at!

The warrior swung his sword and slashed vertically, and the fierce knife did split the telekinesis, but it only cut a long and narrow opening, and he and the other two samurai still couldn't rush through.

Lin Ye was not without feeling, and at this moment, he could clearly perceive that a ferocious and tyrannical soul power was trying to directly penetrate his brain domain through his telekinesis ability, and the speed was as fast as lightning, and he had no time to stop it.

The first time he encountered this situation, Lin Ye was indeed shocked, but there was a system in his brain, blocking the fierce power of the sword soul, which only made Lin Ye shiver.

It can be seen that when this fierce knife is against the enemy, only this fierce sword soul can confuse the opponent's thinking, and then the head of the knife wielder will be beheaded.

The sword-wielding warrior had a look of surprise on his face, of course, because Lin Ye was not affected by the sword soul, and was still able to release a strange power that was invisible and shadowless to block himself ten meters away.

"Who the hell are you?"

His eyes flashed fiercely, and he shouted sharply.

"Back then, how many people did this knife kill in China?"

As Lin Ye spoke, he threw out a handful of coins, trying to kill the other two samurai first, but he was smacked a few times by the sword-wielding samurai, and more than a dozen coins were all intercepted by him.

The knife seemed to have a magnetic field, and it could suck all the coins through it, and then cut it in half.

"The Shina people?"

The sword-wielding samurai sneered and replied, "Kill countless people!"

Lin Ye sneered back, and used his mental power with all his strength to pull the two warriors behind him and block him in front of him, meaning: If you want to come over, cut them first.

Of course, the sword-wielding warrior would not kill his companion, he scolded, and then took two steps sideways, but Lin Ye forced the two to continue to stop them.

The two unlucky samurai struggled desperately, but they were strangled by the telekinesis, their feet could no longer touch the ground, their feet were rootless, and it was difficult to exert their strength, and the strength of the struggle was not much greater than that of ordinary people.

The martial artist's power skills are mainly on the two legs, and the lower plate is calm, so that he can burst out with great power, once he is carried into the air, it is like being hung on a gallows, and all that can be done is a weak struggle.

"Bastard!"

The sword-wielding samurai seemed to curse only these two words, his eyes were red, his expression was hideous, and his hands trembled to suppress the tyrannical urge to kill his companion.

The ferocious sword soul also had a serious impact on him, and at this moment, the sword soul was whining and roaring, trying to smash all the obstacles that stood in its way.

What relatives and brothers, it doesn't care about these.

"Waste, you can't get by. ”

Lin Ye's taunt further stimulated it, and the sword-wielding warrior suddenly raised his head to the sky and howled, and then completely lost control, turned into a sword slave, and with a few swords, he cut the two people in front of him into several pieces, and then continued to swing the knife, breaking through the invisible barrier, and approaching forward little by little.

"That's right!" Lin Ye sneered: "If you have no brainless sword soul, you should not recognize your six relatives." ”

The sword-wielding warrior roared angrily, and the last shred of reason was also stimulated to disappear, just thinking about breaking the forest into pieces.

The power of the sword soul exploded in full force, and the power was still quite terrifying, and it could really break the mental barrier that was blocking it little by little.

The so-called sword soul is also an invisible soul power, which can just fight against Lin Ye's telekinesis ability, and it has existed for a long time, it can be said that it is profound, if Lin Ye does not have a systematic brain protection, it is really a fair competition, maybe it will be defeated and devoured by it a long time ago.

But it doesn't matter, Lin Ye doesn't feel ashamed, our ability has only been born for a few days, and it can't compare to this ancient murderous spirit, so it should be.

Ike had already finished searching his soul and had been standing by and watching, when he asked, "Shall I take care of it?"

"No!"

Lin Ye replied: "Such a sparring, let me play for a while." ”

The sword-wielding samurai swung his sword again and again, and it was already close to a distance of five meters, and there were bursts of ghost crying wolf howls in the corridor, which were all the angry roars of the fierce sword souls.

"It's really bad!"

This distance also made it convenient for Lin Ye to use his telekinesis flexibly, not only blocking head-on, but also splitting out a telekinesis that turned into an invisible hammer and struck at the back of the sword-wielding samurai's head.

The sword soul noticed it, and controlled the knife wielder to turn around on the spot, and slashed the hammer of telekinesis behind him with one sword, and it must be admitted that the action of swinging the knife was domineering and quite gorgeous.

"Not bad!"

Lin Ye flicked his fingers and inspired a coin, but he was still slashed down with a knife, and the next telekinetic hammer, telekinetic rope, telekinetic blade, and telekinetic impact were also broken by him one by one.

However, it was also difficult for the sword-wielding warrior to get closer to him, because this five-meter radius was the most condensed and powerful distance for Lin Ye's mental power.

It seems that when two chess opponents meet, it is really difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser for a while.

Aike waited patiently for a while, and finally said, "You two can play for days." ”

Then, without waiting for the boss to stop him, his right hand turned into a dark claw, and with a swing of his head, the fierce aura of the sword soul suddenly stagnated, and Lin Ye caught the opportunity, and the hand of telekinesis pinched the head of the sword-wielding warrior, clicked, and twisted it three hundred and sixty degrees.

When the hand of telekinesis was withdrawn, the sword-wielding warrior whose neck bone was completely broken tilted his head and rested softly on his shoulder, and he could still shout in horror: "Devil?"

Swish!

With the last of his strength, he turned around sharply and threw the knife at the end of the corridor, turning it into a streamer of light in an attempt to escape, and the sword-wielding samurai fell to the ground, completely dead.

Obviously, the sword soul recognized that Aike was the real devil from hell, and it was by no means comparable to a half-murderous soul like it.

For it, the wisest thing to do is to run for its life, otherwise, its little soul power will be ruthlessly devoured by the demons, and there will be no scum left.