The room was dusty and cluttered.

In the silence of the telepathy, the seven-leaf swordsman was hiding behind a wall that was only half left, he held the broken sword in his hand, his face was pale, and he was engrossed in holding his breath, trying to sneak up on himself, and turn defeat into victory.

The punch just now didn't leave his hand, if it wasn't for the other party blocking it with a long sword and eliminating most of the strength, he would have been sent out of the subspace a long time ago. But even if he survives, it will be a big loss of combat power, and it is not worth mentioning.

Xin Lin didn't hesitate, strode forward, and slammed his fist into the wall.

With a roar, the dark golden fist passed through the wall, and the seven-leaf swordsman was caught off guard, and was grabbed by Xin Lone's neck and pulled out from behind the wall, and in the midst of his gray face, he swung his broken sword and stabbed at Xin Lone's heart.

Xin Silent snorted coldly, easily slapped the broken sword with one hand, exerted force with his right arm, lifted the seven-leaf swordsman and threw it in the other direction, if he didn't want to kill someone, he could break the opponent's neck with a little force in his hand.

The Seven Swords Ye Shi smashed through the wall and fell to the street outside in embarrassment, only to feel that there was pain everywhere in his body, at least a dozen bones in his body were broken, and the broken sword in his hand didn't know where it fell.

Xin Lin walked out, just in time to see the green pillar of light falling, sending this seven-leaf swordsman out of the subspace.

A green light flew in, the number on the leaves on his chest became three, and the defeated opponent increased by one.

It took half a minute to finish off the two opponents, Xin Lin smiled with satisfaction, and continued to run along the avenue of Tyrese City, aiming for the temple on the top of the mountain.

In reality, countless Qingling clan people are a little overwhelmed to look at the running Xin Lone, those two young masters are famous geniuses among the Qingling Clan, one is six leaves, one is seven leaves, and they still join forces to fight, set up an ambush, but in a blink of an eye, they were defeated in Xin Lone, looking at the battle process, they didn't even have the strength to fight back, which was really unacceptable.

"Hmph, it's not a big deal, he just relies on his own weapons to be powerful, and he can't win." Many of the Qingling people made excuses for their own genius and comforted themselves.

Of course, there are also people of the Qingling clan who have extraordinary eyesight, and they know in their hearts that this human being is not simple at all, and his strength is ridiculously strong, and his gloves are just icing on the cake.

With mixed feelings, a large number of Qingling people focused on Xin Lian, looking forward to when he would be defeated.

It didn't take long for Xin Lin to meet another opponent.

This is still a Qingling clansman, holding a long sword in his hand, blocking the road in front of him openly, with a long blue and green head stuck behind his head, no wind and automatic, looking at Xin Lin running from a distance calmly, his eyes are confident and calm, just from the momentum point of view, much stronger than the previous two people.

"The first day of the Night Wind Clan, Bartlet* Night Wind, this human is lost!"

Some of the Qingling clan people shouted happily, they recognized this well-known young man in the Qingling clan, especially the people of the Night Wind clan, and hurriedly introduced this proud swordsmanship wizard to the clansmen around them.

"Bartley cultivated to the Seven Leaf Swordsman at the age of sixty-five, it is said that he began to attack the swordsman last year, and mastered five swordsmanship, all of them reached the Sword Shadow realm, he is the best swordsman in our Night Wind Clan in a hundred years, he will definitely be able to defeat this human!"

Xin Lin couldn't hear the words of the Qingling people outside, but he spotted this opponent from a distance, and at a glance he saw the number three written on his leaves, indicating that the other party had defeated two opponents just like himself.

Xin Xiao was not surprised, "As long as I defeat him, my record will be able to add three more." ”

According to the rules set by the Blue Sky Divine Tree, the defeat will be transferred to the victory, and the final number of winners will be the total number of all other opponents.

Thinking of this, Xin Shi's speed increased violently, and he reached full speed in one breath, like thunder, leaving footprints on the ground behind him.

With Xin Lian's current cultivation, he could run thirty meters in one second, bringing a strong air current to his face, and the sound was terrifying.

Seeing this, Bartlet's expression suddenly changed greatly, no longer his previous relaxed posture, he shook his long sword, and unfolded a large area of sword light to stab Xin Lin in many places, and the sharp sword wind turned into a sword shadow in the sky, like a hurricane sweeping, this is his best wind splashing swordsmanship, and he has defeated many seven-leaf swordsmen in the clan.

Xin Lin didn't care about it, he plunged into the sword wind, his arms waved at will in front of him, it seemed to be chaotic, but it formed an impermeable barrier, each sword was accurately blocked, and the long sword and the kryptonite fist armor collided with a series of sparks, but it did not hurt a single hair of Xin Lone.

Such a miraculous scene made the Qingling people watching the battle dumbfounded.

After a few clanging sounds, Xin Lin took advantage of the impact to crash into the sword shadow, and the other party's empty door was wide open, and without hesitation, it was a move to blast out with a King Kong cannon.

Frightened, Bartlet* Night Wind quickly retreated, trying to block it with his long sword, but his hand was numb, and the huge force coming from the sword almost made him unable to hold the hilt of the sword, unable to return to the sky, and watched Xin Silence punch him in the chest.

Bang!

Xin Lone's punch is strong and heavy, and the fist technique of the subtle realm plus the explosion of artillery strength, like a grenade bombardment, has not yet hit Bartlet's body * Night Wind, just the fist wind formed before the fist is extremely terrifying, and a vacuum bubble visible to the naked eye appears between the two, if it is solid, Bartlet* Night Wind will definitely die.

But Xin Lin didn't retract his strength, because this was in the subspace created by the Blue Sky Divine Tree, and it wouldn't let people die.

Sure enough, just as Xin Lin punched Bartlet* Night Wind, a pillar of light descended in time, absorbing more than seventy percent of the power. Even with only thirty percent of his strength left, Bartlet's night wind was still unbearable, and he was punched more than ten meters away, spurting blood from his mouth.

One punch to kill!

Xin Lin didn't take another look, and ran directly past him, and a green light happened to fly up, and the number on the leaves increased to six.

In Tyrese City, countless Qingling people were speechless.

Known as the most outstanding genius of the Night Wind Clan in a hundred years, they were beaten by Xin Lin and vomited blood and were defeated, and they didn't know how to speak if they wanted to defend themselves.

For the next ten minutes, Xin Lin ran wildly all the way, encountering several opponents of the Qingling Clan in a row, none of whom could hold on to his hands for more than ten seconds, and they were all killed with one punch. The number on the leaves of the silent tree kept increasing, and soon broke through fifteen, the most of all people.

Seeing the momentum of Xin Lin sweeping all the way in all directions, the eyelids of the Qingling clan jumped one by one, and their hearts were numb.

They had to admit: "This human being is too strong!" ”

Not only the Qingling people, but also the performance of Xin Lone, which caused the shock of everyone in the Federation Viewing Group.

"The master of boxing in the subtle realm is really amazing!" Xiahou Zheng's eyes were full of approval, and with his eyesight, he could see the depth of Xin Lone's silence at a glance, and nodded: "Sure enough, it is a future martial saint, I didn't expect there to be such an amazing young man, this is the luck of the Federation!" ”

"Ahem, this kid is a little evil, I looked away before."

Victor Dodge coughed a little embarrassed, and said in disbelief, "Damn, it's subtle! I haven't been able to reach the subtlety of my cultivation for hundreds of years, where did this demon come from? ”