Everyone watched as Jin Lin was knocked off the cliff by Dingxu and Bai Chang'e.

Everyone ran to the edge of the cliff and looked down, trying to find Jin Lin's traces, but because the cliff was too high and the fog was too big, they couldn't see the bottom of the cliff at all, so they couldn't find Jin Lin's figure.

"Jin Lin", ruthlessly did not go to the edge of the cliff, but sat in a wheelchair and muttered to himself sadly.

"Alas!" Zhuge Zheng on the side couldn't help but sigh, looking at the ruthless appearance, he began to doubt whether he was right or wrong to do this.

"Daisie, you take someone down from the secret passage to the bottom of the cliff to see the situation." The people of the Ming Sect who also came to the side of the cliff, Yang Dingtian glanced at the mist that did not disperse all year round at the bottom of the cliff, and said softly to the purple-shirted dragon king Dai Qisi, who was not injured.

"It's the sect leader, but if you ......" Dai Qisi couldn't guess Yang Dingtian's thoughts, and didn't know what to do if she found Jin Lin.

"If you find him, whether you live or die, take people away, don't let people find out, if you don't find him, it is very likely that he was washed away by the river, you take people downstream to look for it, but Dai Qisi you have to remember, don't let a few major sects find out." Although Yang Dingtian didn't quite believe that Jin Lin could live, he still sent someone to look for it.

Nowadays, although the high-end combat power of Mingjiao is not bad, it is no longer available, except for a few of them Mingjiao old people, there are no young talents among the younger generation.

And Jin Lin's talent and fighting talent and extremely high kendo cultivation make Yang Dingtian extremely excited, if he can save Jin Lin and let Jin Lin join his Mingjiao, under the protection of Mingjiao, he will definitely be able to grow up and become another master of Mingjiao's broken realm.

"It's the Master." After Yang Dingtian said this, Dai Qisi understood, and immediately secretly took a few people and left.

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"Dingxu Daoyou, this burial swordsman was knocked off the cliff by you, plus the injuries on his body, he should be dead, in that case, this matter should have been settled, and I will take the Emei people back to Huashan." Bai Chang'e, who was standing on the edge of Dingxu, looked at the bottomless cliff of the abyss, and said to Dingxu.

"Why should Bai Daoyou be in such a hurry, this burial swordsman is extremely cunning, and his means are frequent, I am afraid that he is not dead, so it will not be." Dingxu Dao.

In fact, although Dingxu didn't really believe that Jin Lin could still be alive in such a situation, after all, before he fell off the cliff, he was injured by his own palm, and was pierced through the chest by Bai Chang'e's sword, so he shouldn't be able to live.

However, Jin Lin's shock to him today was too great, he had to admit that Jin Lin's talent was really terrifying, if Jin Lin didn't die, then his Kunlun faction would be in danger, and he had to be careful for the Kunlun faction.

"Dingxu Daoyou, there are still a few people seriously injured under my Huashan Gate, I want to heal a few people, it is really inconvenient to delay more, so I can only bother Dingxu Daoyou to go and check, even if the burial swordsman is not dead, it is by no means your opponent, Daoyou alone is enough." Bai Chang'e looked at Yue Buqun and Ling Hu Chong, who were injured by Jin Lin, and said apologetically to Dingxu.

"In that case, then Bai Daoyou will go back first! I'll go down and have a look, so that I don't have to leave a mess behind. Although Dingxu didn't like it, he didn't dare to persecute Bai Chang'e and the others too much.

This time, the Kunlun faction was embarrassed and thrown home, dozens of people came out, and in the end, a few people went back, and they were killed by a few juniors, and Feng Xifan, a disciple of the sect, fled in despair, losing the face of the Kunlun faction.

After Bai Chang'e was left by the Huashan faction, the elder disciples of the other factions who came to watch also left.

"Brother Yan, did you say he died?" Jiang Feng glanced at the cliff and asked about Yan Nantian beside him.

"I don't know, I hope he's not dead! It's a shame that a swordsman like him died like this. Yan Nantian shook it and said with some sadness.

Seeing that Yan Nantian didn't have much interest in talking, Jiang Feng didn't say much.

Gradually, everyone left, and the ruthlessness was also pulled away by Zhuge Zheng, and the Guangming Ding incident also ended with Jin Lin being knocked off the cliff and his life and death uncertain.

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And what about Jin Lin? What is the situation with him?

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In other words, when Jin Lin was hard beaten by Dingxu's 36-style Prajna palm, and was pierced through the chest by Bai Chang'e's sword, he was already seriously injured.

After that, he went out with all his might, causing injuries to be added, and finally being swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, and falling off the cliff.

Later, when Jin Lin was about to fall into the turbulent river, he used his dragon magic skills, turned into a giant dragon, and went down the river.

In fact, the Dragon God Skill Jin Lin didn't cultivate much at all, he had studied and cultivated a few times before, but he didn't succeed, and in this situation of nine deaths and one life, Jin Lin actually succeeded.

Jin Lin, who incarnated as a dragon, plunged into the turbulent river and went downstream, but his injury was too serious, and the internal force required by the dragon magic skill was very huge, so after a while, Jin Lin's dragon magic skill was broken, and he also fainted, lost consciousness, and his body drifted along the river.

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When Jin Lin woke up again, two days had passed.

On the edge of a calm river, Jin Lin lay quietly on the bank, not far from which was a deserted village.

"Ahem"

Suddenly, Jin Lin, who had been unconscious, woke up, let out a few coughs, and slowly opened his eyes.

Jin Lin slowly climbed onto the shore, his dustless sword held tightly by him and not lost because he was unconscious, and then Jin Lin recovered on a flat grass on the shore.

Time passed little by little, and the sun, which had just risen, was about to set in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the sun that was about to set, Jin Lin could only stop thinking about continuing to heal, and planned to find a better place to shelter from the wind and rest for a night.

Jin Lin slowly got up and walked towards the deserted village.

When he came to the head of the village, Jin Lin saw the plaque of the village, Xiaojia Village.

"It turns out that this village is called Xiaojia Village! What the hell is going on, how can this be abandoned like this! Jin Lin thought to himself.

Slowly walking into the village, Jin Lin found that the village was very dilapidated, and it should have been uninhabited for a long time.

Moreover, not only that, Jin Lin seems to have found that the dilapidated here seems to be man-made, because he found traces of the battle, although it has been a long time, but some can still be seen.

However, none of this is important, the top priority is to find a place to rest, then heal the injuries on your body, and then rush back to the Tianxia Society.

After a while, Jin Lin found a dilapidated house, lit a fire, and meditated, not even caring if he was hungry.

Gradually, the fire in the fire became smaller and smaller, and time passed little by little.

Soon, it was dawn, and Jin Lin stopped meditating and healing.

After a night of healing, Jin Lin's injuries have improved a lot.

"Half of the brocade is worthy of being a treasure of healing, sure enough, the more serious the injury, the better, in just one night, my injury has been much better, it's really good.

It's a pity that it doesn't have much effect on the external injury, and I don't know when this sword wound will heal. Jin Lin gently stroked the sword wound left by Bai Chang'e, and said with murderous intent in his eyes.