Out of the carriage door, I saw the four gray-robed Shaolin monks, blocking in front of Xinmei, their eyes locked tightly on Yi Wai.

"You killed Qiu Du?" Glaring at Lin Ye fiercely, Yi cried and laughed.

"So what?" Looking at Yi crying, Lin Ye said indifferently.

"Good, good!" As soon as the words fell, the blue light flashed, and I saw Yi Wai's right hand suddenly raised and struck towards Lin Ye.

It is like a boulder falling from the sky, carrying the power of a thousand catties.

His eyes shrank slightly, and Lin Ye's figure flashed.

And the green devil's hand did not fall as expected, but suddenly changed direction, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, closely following Lin Ye.

"This Blue Devil is crying, and it is really not Tian Qi and other small miscellaneous fish, but with strength and internal strength, he is better than me." Looking at Yi crying, Lin Ye said secretly in his heart.

In the cold wind, the sword flashed, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed.

There was a clash of gold and iron.

I saw a burst of fire and blue light burst out at the same time.

The cyan poisonous mist burst out from Yi's crying blue devil hand in an instant, and swept towards Lin Ye.

"Poison, what a troublesome thing." The internal force was lifted, the breath was closed, the pores were closed, and the long sword in Lin Ye's hand was rolled, and the cyan mist collapsed in an instant.

At the same time, Yi Wailing's green devil hand struck again, and the blue light flashed, like a soul hooking hand.

As soon as the sword turned, the tip of the sword shimmered in the reflection of the sun.

Yi cried back, a move that was bound to be won, Yi cried back.

He also had to retreat, because Lin Ye's sword actually appeared in front of Yi Wai from an incredible angle, if Yi Wai insisted on slapping this palm.

Then everyone believed that the sword must penetrate Yi Wai's throat one step faster than the palm.

Yi Wai already believed it, so he retreated.

However, at the moment when Yi cried back, the sword in Lin Ye's hand suddenly changed again.

The sword was like a dragon swimming out of the water, and it instantly stabbed towards the retreating Ichi.

"What a terrible swordsmanship, what a terrible scheming! This sword is a void! The carriage's eyes shrank, and Mr. Iron Flute said in a deep voice.

And Tian Qi's face was even more pale with horror, if he was in Xingyunzhuang that day, there would be no Gongsun Moyun and Qin Xiaoyi.

Facing Lin Ye's sword alone, Tian Qi knew that he might be able to block the first sword, but the subsequent changes were definitely not something he could resist.

"You think this sword is just a void? Did he already design it? "Li Xun. Huan looked at Mr. Iron Flute and spoke.

"Isn't it?" Mr. Tie Di looked at Li Xun. Huan asked.

"Of course not." LI Xun. Huan replied, but he didn't explain much, just continued to look at the situation in the field.

The sword is like a shadow, and like the wind, although it can be seen, it is untouchable, unstoppable.

As soon as the wind falls, the gap widens.

Shrouded in the rain of swords, Yi Wai only felt that he couldn't advance or retreat, no matter what the method was, he was completely locked.

It's as if all the moves have been seen through, and the more I want to cry, the more shocked and scared I become.

Although the internal force is higher than that of the other party, it is of no use at this moment, just like the tiger that has been caught in the iron clamp and has its feet sandwiched in it, although it has divine power, it can only wait for death on the spot.

The sword is like the wind, like a shadow.

Closely following Yi Wai's side, the Blue Devil Hand, the Blue Devil Hand Yi Wai, who ranked ninth in the weapon spectrum, couldn't resist a single move, and could only defend passively.

Everyone can see that Yi Wai can't say kill Lin Ye, even if he escapes, Yi Wai at this moment can't do it.

This is really the most exquisite kind of swordsmanship, and it is terrifying.

Not to mention Yi crying and others, Lin Ye's heart became heavier and heavier, the more he comprehended and used, the more Lin Ye could feel the subtlety of this sword technique.

At first, he thought it was the pinnacle of art, but now Lin Ye felt another mystery.

The change in this sword technique is indeed the pinnacle of the technique, but what is even more terrifying is that this sword technique seems to have life.

Obviously he didn't think about his opponent's next move, and the sword in his hand had already reacted.

It is as if the swordsmanship and his own kendo experience have been connected by an invisible rope.

This is not just an achievement that can be achieved at the peak of swordsmanship, this is a realm that has gone beyond mere intention and art.

Comprehend, comprehend, Lin Ye's kendo cultivation is becoming more and more sophisticated, but it is because of this that Lin Ye can feel that the gap between himself and Xie Xiaofeng's kendo is too far and too far.

didn't say a word, his face was pale, and a trace of cold sweat slowly slipped down Yi Wai's forehead.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but he can't say it, because Yi Wei knows that the reason why he can still support it now, in addition to his strong internal force, is more important is a kind of thought, a breath, if his mind is lax, if he is angry, then he will definitely die under that sword.

"It's time to finish!" Li Xun in the car. Huan returned to the carriage, squinted his eyes slightly, and then raised his right leg and said slowly.

"It's over?" Turning around, Tian Qi looked at Li Xun. Huan said.

As if to verify Tian Qi's doubts.

In the field.

The wind blew, the sword light flashed, and there was a soft sword groan.

'Tick'

A sword pierced the heart, and the ninth-ranked blue devil hand on the weapon spectrum cried and died!

"He's not weak." Back in the car, the blood had been washed away, and the sword had been returned to its sheath. Huan said slowly.

"It's really not weak, it's born with divine power, and the internal force is also very strong." Lin Ye nodded lightly.

"It's a pity that he is too light on the enemy, he definitely didn't expect that there would be such a sword technique in this world." Mr. Iron Flute at the mouth of the carriage sighed and said.

"He's not the only one who didn't think of it." With a hint of fear in his eyes, Tian Qi took a deep breath and said.

"Amitabha, Lin Tanyue was willing to come to the rescue, which was unexpected by the old monk." His face was sallow, and as soon as he got in the car, he began to pant and glanced at Lin Ye, and then spoke.

"I'm not saving you." Looking at his eyebrows, Lin Ye spoke.

"Amitabha!" Hearing Lin Ye's words, Xinmei didn't say much, lowered his head and pronounced a Buddha name, and then sat cross-legged in the car, continuing to eliminate the residual poison in his body.

Although Xinmei's reaction was not fast enough, Lin Ye had to say that the internal strength of this body was really amazing, even if it was more than Yi Crying.

When the sky was about to get dark, Xinmei had completely cleared the poisonous gas from his body, and his face gradually became ruddy.

Passing through the town, the crowd stopped, and randomly found a clean inn, ready to rest here for a night.

Shaolin Temple is really strict rules, these Shaolin monks not only do not speak when eating, but also have no sound at all, there are only a few plates of vegetables on the table, but these monks have long been used to coarse tea and light meals, plus Sunday fatigue, hunger, so they eat a lot.

Only Master Xinmei had just recovered from his internal injuries that he asked the store to cook a bowl of porridge, but he still didn't come up at the moment.

And Tian Qi and Mr. Tie Di specially ordered a few exquisite dishes and prepared to enjoy them slowly.

"I can't eat this dish." Lin Ye grabbed the chopsticks, took a piece of tofu, and was just about to eat it, his face changed suddenly, and he said in a deep voice.