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On the mountain road, when passing by a post station, Lin Ye slowly walked in.

A middle-aged man in a golden robe sat in the middle of the hall, and behind him was a young man.

The same golden caftan with gold threads.

It is exactly the same style as Shangguan Fei's clothes.

There was a sword on the right side of his belt, the hilt of the sword was to the left, and what surprised Lin Ye even more was his eyes.

Because it wasn't a double eye at all, and it wasn't the eye of a beast.

Whether the eyes of man or beast are at least alive and have emotions, whether greed, cruelty, or viciousness...... At least it's an "emotion".

But these eyes are dead.

He disregards an emotion, a life—even his own!

is different from Ximen Blowing Snow, at least Ximen Blowing Snow still has friends, but this person at the moment feels like a pool of stagnant water to Lin Ye.

It is more appropriate to say that it is not so much ruthless kendo as it is the way of death, his sword has no meaning, only one word: death!

And the middle-aged man's feeling to Lin Ye is like a big mountain, towering and immovable.

Obviously, there was no movement, but it made Lin Ye's heart palpitate.

The hand holding the sword couldn't help but tighten, and Lin Ye's eyes looked straight at the middle-aged man.

"Lin Ye?" Slowly raising his head, the middle-aged man looked at Lin Ye and spoke.

"Shangguan Jinhong, Jing has no life!" Looking at the two, Lin Ye had already guessed their identities.

The costumes of the Money Gang, such coercion, apart from Shangguan Jinhong, who else has such martial arts cultivation?

And the person behind him is naturally the most powerful right hand of Shangguan Jinhong in the rivers and lakes, and it is also his shadow Jing Wusheng.

"You killed Zhuge Gang and Tang Du?" Shangguan Jinhong looked at Lin Ye and said.

"Yes!"

"Then you already have the consciousness of death?" The faint words came out, and Shangguan Jinhong slowly stood up, his hands hidden in his cuffs, and his eyes were wide, as if a single qiē in the world could not enter his eyes.

Without replying, Lin Ye stared at Shangguan Jinhong tightly.

This battle is definitely a life of nine deaths, and Shangguan Jinhong, who has unfathomable martial arts alone, can't deal with it himself, not to mention that there is a Jing Wusheng beside him who is not weaker than Guo Songyang in the slightest.

The internal force, the spirit and spirit, all adjusted to the peak, Lin Ye looked at Shangguan Jinhong coldly.

This battle is actually doomed, whether it is Shangguan Jinhong, Jing Wuming or Lin Ye, they all know that although this battle has not yet started, it has ended.

Today, absolutely no one can win under the joint efforts of Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, and even escaping is a luxury.

The old man who ranked first in the weapon spectrum can't do it, Li Xun. Huan can't do it, and now Lin Ye is naturally even worse.

But Lin Ye's sword was already unsheathed, closing his eyes and waiting for death, this was not the result Lin Ye wanted.

A cold light flashed, and the sword in Lin Ye's hand stabbed towards Shangguan Jinhong.

Shangguan Jinhong still stood there safely, with his hands in his wide sleeves, and the famous dragon and phoenix mother ring in the rivers and lakes did not appear.

Lin Ye's heart slowly sank, he knew that a hero like Shangguan Jinhong would not do anything if he was not absolutely sure, and once he wanted to do something, he would definitely do his best.

His weapon was not taken out, and that was because he didn't need it at all.

There is no ring in the hand, but there is a ring in the heart.

This is already the highest level of martial arts.

It's like having no sword in your hand and a sword in your heart, many people have heard of it, but looking at the world, how many people can achieve it?

This is already beyond the pinnacle of ordinary martial arts, and it can be said that this is already the realm of immortal Buddhas.

'Clank! A sound of gold and iron came, and I saw Shangguan Jinhong's hands coming out without knowing when, the double rings of son and mother, gold and silver, instantly restrained the long sword in Lin Ye's hand.

There is no way at all, no matter how many changes there are, there is no way to move, how can it be made?

"How do you think you're better than anyone else?" Repelled Lin Ye with one move, Shangguan Jinhong did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and still stood firmly in place, not even moving a step.

"I'm a little inferior to him in the way of the sword, and the internal strength is better than him, and the battle of life and death will start in five or five." Looking at Lin Ye, Jing Wusheng's right hand moved slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"You underestimate him, come on, let me see your strength, after today, you will never have a chance to hold a sword again." Looking at Lin Ye, Shangguan Jinhong said coldly.

The double rings suddenly disappeared like ghosts, and suddenly came and went suddenly, appearing naturally when needed, and disappearing when they were not needed.

It is invisible, but it is also everywhere and everywhere.

Quietly staring at Shangguan Jinhong, Lin Ye's sword was slowly raised, his eyes were slightly closed, and the sword momentum began to grow slowly.

Shangguan Jinhong's martial arts are no weaker than Ximen Blowing Snow and Xie Xiaofeng.

With Lin Ye's current strength, there is absolutely no way to beat him.

The growth of the sword momentum, the strongest blow, condensed the spirit of the body.

Even if it's death!

Die standing too!

Lin Ye, who was standing in place, suddenly changed, like a sharp sword slowly unsheathed.

Sen Han's sword aura, sharp sword intent, and majestic sword momentum.

Where the blade of the sword is pointed, where the sword goes.

Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming's faces changed at the same time.

The muscles on Jing Wuming's face moved slightly, and in his eyes, Lin Ye seemed to have turned into a sword, the sharpest sword in the world.

The continuous rise of the sword momentum and the ravages of the sword intent are really the most terrifying sword.

If you pick it up yourself, there is absolutely no way to catch it.

"Interesting, surprising!" With a look of surprise on his face, Shangguan Jinhong looked at Lin Ye as if talking to himself, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a fine light swept through his eyes.

The sword stabbed out, a sound of breaking wind, and a sword that broke the earth.

This sword is really the most terrifying sword, a sword that condenses Lin Ye's sword path and mind.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the sword qi was raging, and the wooden pillar of the inn couldn't withstand the majestic sword qi and broke with a bang.

A light suddenly erupted in Jing Wusheng's eyes behind him, and the eyes that were originally dead and silent suddenly appeared with a flash of light, as if he had come to life.

The sword qi did not overflow, and it was all condensed on the sword in Lin Ye's hand.

A sword shook the earth.

Shangguan Jinhong's original mountain-like figure finally moved.

Like a raging wind, Shangguan Jinhong suddenly jumped on the spot, the gold and silver light flashed in his hands, and the dragon and phoenix child and mother ring suddenly appeared in his hand.

Like a dragon and phoenix, both offensive and defensive, Lin Ye has a very strange feeling.

There is no way for his sword to break through Shangguan Jinhong's double ring.

The interlacing of swords and double rings.

Lin Ye was shocked, and he only felt a heart-wrenching pain coming from his whole body.

Lin Ye's face suddenly turned pale.

One blow, just one blow, the majestic internal force had already seriously injured Lin Ye to the ground.

Unlike Lu Fengxian that day, Shangguan Jinhong shot with all his might, and with the infinite internal force and the upper double ring, he instantly broke through Lin Ye's sword momentum.

"If you practice martial arts for another ten years, you will definitely be not inferior to me, but it's a pity that ......" Turning around, looking at Lin Ye, who was no longer able to fight with a sword, Shangguan Jin Hong said in a deep voice.

On his right cheek, there was a trace of blood, a faint amount of blood, dripping down his cheek.

Firmness of will will not create miracles after all.