Tianluo Temple is in the imperial city, and many people couldn't understand before, how did a martial arts sect live a stable life in the capital of the Wu Dynasty?

Xu Lin was also very curious, especially after knowing that the Wu Dynasty was preparing to ban martial arts, Xu Lin was even more curious about why this group of monks appeared here.

Probably because he was compassionate and compassionate, he didn't want Xu Lin to kill, or he was worried that Xu Lin would kill the emperor, which would cause chaos in the world and implicate innocent people.

Therefore, Xu Lin felt that this group of monks was really a monk, not a Jianghu person.

And he is a complete Jianghu person, he doesn't think about things that are so far away and invisible, he only knows that the emperor wants to destroy the world's martial arts, and he doesn't want to, so he has to kill this emperor, it's so simple.

The so-called happiness and enmity of the Jianghu people actually means not to think so much.

Maybe Xu Lin could think of a peaceful solution to this matter if he was given three or five years, but today he didn't want to delay, he just wanted to launch a counterattack against the Son of Heaven who thought he was high. If the road to merge is vague, at this time Xu Lin felt that he was beginning to find the direction.

Eighteen Tianluo Temple returned to the void masters, at this time to form a formation, the true qi was released and fused together, and the eighteen people were integrated. Xu Lin didn't support him, Jiang Wanren was seriously injured by the master of Tianluo Temple, and it was the other party who had good intentions to let Jiang Wanren go.

Xu Lin slapped the sword box, and the true qi of the fire turned the wooden box into ashes, revealing a black fire tong inside. After returning to the void, Xu Lin rarely used this divine weapon left by the Immortal Cave Mansion, just because there was no one in the world who was worthy of his full effort.

Xu Lin held the pincers in his hand and said to the Supreme Master: "It is also a great blessing to be able to see the Vajra Demon Formation of Tianluo Temple today,"

"Master Xu, the sea of bitterness is boundless, if you turn back, Tianluo Temple will definitely not be embarrassed by you." The Supreme Master continued to persuade.

"It's useless to talk too much, let's talk with the sword." Xu Lin said to the Supreme Master.

"Amitabha, the donor doesn't use a sword." Perfection returns.

Oh, this monk's mouth is still so poisonous.

Xu Lin couldn't help but laugh, if it weren't for their own masters, this Supreme Master would really be a good friend.

"Then look at the swordsmanship I use with this tongs, you can't stop it!"

Xu Lin's true qi exploded, and his immortal body became violent, his feet shattered the ground, and he crashed into this Vajra Demon Formation in an instant.

As soon as he entered the formation, all kinds of air-splitting true qi from his fists, palms, fingers and legs attacked from all directions. The eighteen Void Returning Masters were like one person, and these attacks were even denser than the previous rain of arrows, and they were more than a hundred times more powerful. No matter how high Xu Lin's martial arts are, it is impossible to eat so many attacks.

One face, life and death, this group of monks will not be merciful when facing the enemy. Xu Lin was not afraid at all, and his soul entered the ethereal realm under this life-and-death crisis. At this moment, it was as if the player had turned on the skill state, and he felt that everything around him had slowed down.

The air splitting force that was originally perfectly matched was slightly deviated under Xu Lin's induction at this time. It was supposed to be a perfect combo, but Xu Lin had found a flaw.

I saw Xu Lin's fire tongs turn, and the long-lost Zhuzi Hundred Schools of Swordsmanship used it, and one move conformistically protected himself in the arc. It was obviously a fierce and incomparable splitting force, but under the traction of Xu Lin's swordsmanship, he deflected his position and exploded with a crackle, but most of the power was unloaded, and the remaining power could not break Xu Lin's protective true qi, and it didn't even make the fire tongs in his hand vibrate at all.

Just being beaten passively is not Xu Lin's habit, and his first move, the sword technique, is born from conformism. At this time, the circle of guarding the emperor was already complete, Xu Lin stabbed a sword along the sword momentum, and the surging true qi gathered at the tip, turning into an incomparable sword light, stabbing at the supreme master.

He is not familiar with other people, so let this sword be borne by the Supreme Master.

Zhishan's martial arts were undoubtedly the highest among these eighteen people, but seeing Xu Lin's sharp sword qi, he felt that he couldn't stop it. Fortunately, at this time, he was in the formation, and under the traction of his true qi, the true qi of the four fellow disciples nearby all gathered into his palm.

The Supreme Master slapped a palm on this sword qi, and the entire palm was golden, as if it was cast in gold. The palm force collided with the sword qi, making an earth-shattering sound, and it was obviously a blow from the four of them, but it failed to completely neutralize the power of this sword qi.

The Supreme Master only felt a scorching breath penetrate into his body from the palm of his hand, making his arm meridians feel a hot feeling. Although this abnormality was quickly eliminated by the true qi running in the body, it still made the Supreme Master sweat on his forehead.

How did the head of the Imperial Sword Sect practice martial arts, which was a few points stronger than Jiang Wanren back then.

It's just that Master Zhishan didn't have much time to sigh, because Xu Lin didn't give this group of great monks time to regain their breath at all, and the sword moves were like a storm. Obviously, it was the strength of one person to resist the siege of eighteen people, but the eighteen people who formed the formation felt that they were the one who was surrounded.

Xu Lin's true qi was extremely powerful, and each sword required the combined efforts of several people to resist. And once there are a few less, the effect of the perfect encirclement will be greatly reduced, and it will always be difficult for other people's attacks to fall on Xu Lin.

It's like this person has the ability to predict the future, he doesn't need to think, his body naturally dodges the deadly attack, and then the ruthless sword qi counterattack.

Fa Yixian's stunt worked again, making Xu Lin always a little faster than the reaction of this group of great monks. And the so-called martial arts are one line high, so high that there is no boundary, these eighteen monks feel that Xu Lin is several times stronger than them, if it wasn't for forming a formation to fight the enemy, they would have been defeated a long time ago.

The Supreme Master is also a difficult support, and five of Xu Lin's ten swordsmanship moves are aimed at him. It was difficult to block all the other party's fire true qi every time, Xu Lin's swordsmanship was so fast and fast that Zhishan didn't have time to completely expel the alien true qi that invaded his body, and now that it had accumulated, he had a feeling of burning inside.

The eyebrows of the benevolent monk have been twisted into a ball at this time, if it continues like this, Tianluo Temple is afraid that it will lose.

"This head of the Imperial Sword Sect, even if his true qi is ten times more than mine, he should run out at this time, right?"

The Supreme Master is really puzzled.

Xu Lin's true qi is indeed very consumed, he can't be besieged by eighteen monks together, otherwise he won't have the strength to fight back, and he won't be able to last long if he is passively defended. So he chose to attack against attack, and with the stunt of Fa Yixian, he was always a little faster than the monks.

Therefore, the most he faces at all times is a five-person combined attack, or a five-person joint defense, and if Xu Lin shoots with all his strength, he can completely suppress the other party.

But this consumption is also very large, and after a while, most of Xu Lin's true qi will be consumed. According to common sense, Xu Lin should almost run out of strength. But the tongs in Xu Lin's hand were continuously infusing him with true qi, as if it was an inexhaustible source of true qi.

Being able to store true qi is the characteristic of the divine weapon in Xu Lin's hand. After returning to the void, Xu Lin's true qi recovered faster, and the true qi that could be infused into the fire tongs was far more than the internal force, and he thought that there should always be a limit.

Until now, Xu Lin still hadn't touched the upper limit of the storage of this tongs, and he couldn't even remember how much true qi he had stored in the tongs. Anyway, at least it was more than a hundred times the true qi of his whole body.

Therefore, Xu Lin could exert all his strength without reservation, and the power of one blow suppressed these eighteen monks in misery.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, in the blink of an eye, Xu Lin had already fought with this group of monks with a hundred moves, each of which was full of strength, and the surging energy made the square outside the imperial city fall apart. At first, the audience may not be able to understand it, but as time goes by, everyone finds that the entire Vajra Demon Formation is slowly retreating towards the city gate.

Xu Lin was suppressing this group of monks and walked towards the city gate unswervingly.

The Supreme Master sensed this and knew that he could not delay any longer, and the true qi of the person in front of him was so strong that it did not conform to common sense. The Vajra Demon Suppression Array is the integration of eighteen people, suppressing people with force, once it can't be suppressed, this formation will collapse sooner or later.

"Phew!"

Zhishan shouted, his whole body was full of golden light, and he was not on the defensive, but made the appearance of dying with Xu Lin. The sword qi pierced his shoulder, and he was desperately injured to hit Xu Lin in the palm of his hand.

Feeling the supreme kindness, the other monks were the same, they also sacrificed their lives, gave up all their defenses, and used their flesh and blood to crash into Xu Lin's fire sword qi.

Scorched black scars quickly spread all over the monks' bodies, but their killer move had already taken shape. The internal forces of the eighteen people were completely fused, forming a phantom image of a Buddha in mid-air. This giant Buddha was full of compassion, but he slapped Xu Lin mercilessly.

This giant palm phantom covered a radius of ten zhang, and under the death of the eighteen monks, the qi machine firmly locked on Xu Lin, and would not give him any chance to dodge.

This kind of unreasonable approach is completely to fight Xu Lin with eighteen lives.

Xu Lin saw that these eighteen people were desperately attacking, but he didn't panic, this was the last blow of Tianluo Temple, as long as he could block it, he won.

It's just, why block it?

Xu Lin's body was full of red light, and the sword qi that originally shot around him was like a milk swallow returning to its nest. The phantom of the ancient giant sword quickly appeared behind Xu Lin, the will of martial arts appeared, Xu Lin faced this giant Buddha with a palm, and used his strongest sword-Heavenly Sword!

When he first entered the void, Xu Lin was able to completely fuse himself with the will of the martial arts, and burst out the true qi of his whole body to cast a sword, and even Jiang Wanren of the Dao had to avoid its edge.

At this time, Xu Lin was more than ten times stronger than at the beginning, and the true qi stored in the fire tongs surged out, making the will of the martial arts more and more visible.

The blade of the sword pointed against the palm of the Buddha, making an earth-shattering loud sound.

Those onlookers of the Imperial City guards didn't react at all when they were blown away by the explosive hurricane, and even the Imperial City Gate was shattered by the aftermath of this move.

It wasn't until the dust cleared that the onlookers saw the outcome of the battle clearly.

Xu Lin stood alone in front of the gate of the imperial city, and the eighteen returning monks of Tianluo Temple were all on the ground.

In this battle, the Imperial Sword Gate won.

Poof, Xu Lin spat out a mouthful of blood and almost couldn't stand firm. The sacrificial blow of the eighteen monks was indeed not so easy to resist, his internal organs were all severely damaged, and he couldn't recover at all if he didn't recuperate for a few months.

At this time, Xu Lin was very envious of his several player disciples, no matter what injuries you have, one blood tonic pill will be solved, and if one is not good, only two.

Barely suppressing the injury, Xu Lin grabbed the tongs and continued to walk towards the imperial city.

It's just that when passing by the side of the Supreme Master, the great monk with a bloody face said to Xu Lin weakly: "The skills are not as good as others, and the poor monk is served." But if you really do your best, you won't be seriously injured, why should you spare our lives? ”

Xu Lin smiled: "Because I owe you a favor to the master." When the seven factions met, Master, you spoke up and helped my apprentice, and this favor should naturally be repaid. ”

Master Zhishan was silent for a moment, and sighed: "Since Master Xu is a sincere gentleman, why do you have to make the world chaotic?" ”

"It's just an emperor, he can't represent the whole world. Master, don't talk in vain, and heal well. Xu Lin said, walked past Zhishan, and came to the gate of this palace.

The vermilion gate, three feet high, had been shattered in half at this time. Xu Lin was about to walk inside when he saw dozens of spears flying out of the broken gate.

"There are still people who are not afraid of death."

Xu Lin waved the tongs in his hand, cut off these throwing guns one by one, and rushed into the palace with a light skill.

After passing through the gate, you will see an orderly army. The Imperial City Guards are also an elite force, numbering as many as two thousand.

At this time, they were lined up in the square, and they looked like thousands of horses.

"Death to the thief!"

Two thousand people shouted in unison, arrows rained down, spears rained down, and hundreds of iron horsemen charged towards Xu Lin.

No matter how strong Xu Lin was, these guards couldn't let him advance another half a step.

Xu Lin sneered, he will kill the emperor today, and it is useless for anyone to come.

The true qi in the fire tongs surged out again, and Xu Lin turned into a sword with his body and once again used the Heavenly Sword trick.

The huge sword shadow cut through the rain of arrows, shattered the spear, and completely dissected the charging iron cavalry formation. The power of a sword slashed out a distance of hundreds of zhang.

And everywhere the sword light goes, whether it is a person or a horse, whether it is a blue brick or a white stone, everything is shattered! It seems that the power of this sword seems to be stronger than before, after all, they are only seriously injured, but this time it is directly killing hundreds of people.

But in fact, Xu Lin was already at the end of his crossbow, and he could no longer spare the lives of others. Xu Lin rushed out of a hundred zhang distance with a sword and directly passed through the formation of the guards, but was soon surrounded by more than a dozen court masters.

These people are all returning to the void, although they don't have the blessing of the Vajra Demon Array, they can't make three moves in Xu Lin's hands. But their desperate will is not bad at all, and each of them is desperate to die with Xu Lin.

After killing these masters again, Xu Lin suffered several external injuries on his body, and his body was bleeding profusely.

Xu Lin's swordsmanship is not elegant, and he is ruthless in his shots, leaving corpses in one place and killing them into the palace.

At this time, the emperor, the initiator of everything, was sitting on the Jinluan Palace, waiting for Xu Lin's arrival.