The fireworks were shining brightly, and they kept spreading in the direction that Lin Sen was rushing from, and it was obviously Pangu Hong who had the advantage.

Lin Sen's eyes were cold, and there was no panic.

The spirit sword Xiaoqing in his hand was trembling violently, and it seemed that he was about to fly out of his hand in the next moment.

The flesh and blood between the tiger's mouth in the palm of the palm were blurred, and the vibrating hilt of the sword scraped the layers of flesh and blood, revealing the white bones of the forest.

Spirit Sword Xiaoqing seemed to sense his own damage to his master, and tried his best to stop the vibration of his body, but the sword momentum in front of him surged one after another, making it unable to control its body.

The white sword light advanced by leaps and bounds, slashing Lin Sen's sword momentum like a bamboo, and rushed straight over with a domineering power that destroyed everything.

Lin Sen stopped the momentum of moving forward, from extreme movement to extreme stillness, and then to extreme movement, but at this time his body was moving backwards.

The injury on his right hand did not affect the stability of his sword, and the long sword that trembled rapidly in the momentum suddenly drew a circle, and then a round of Taiji appeared in front of the tip of the sword.

The black and white Tai Chi spun rapidly, inhaling wave after wave of knife momentum into the body, and after a while, it couldn't support it and exploded, and then another Tai Chi appeared.

Nine Tai Chi appeared one after another, constantly devouring and dissolving this Gu Hong's knife momentum, and finally dissolved it all when Lin Sen pushed it to the stone wall.

Pangu Hong's nose trembled slightly, obviously angry that he had attacked with all his strength twice but had not done it all, and his anger seemed to be fueling his domineering arrogance.

He stepped forward in a few leaping steps, and when he was close to a hundred meters away from Lin Sen, he raised the light knife in his hand high, and slashed it with both hands.

"Death!"

Panguhong shouted violently through Lucifer's mouth, which shook the cave space and caused turbulence, and the wind rose out of thin air.

The slashed light knife came with a groundbreaking momentum, and before it got close to Lin Sen's body, dozens of blood marks appeared, each of which was a foot long.

Bang!

The stone wall behind where Lin Sen was standing suddenly collapsed inward, and continued to extend inward as the knife forwarded, seeing that an artificial tunnel was about to take shape.

Lin Sen's face was pierced by a huge wound from the left eyebrow arch to the right corner of the mouth, the skin and flesh turned over, and the handsome face became hideous and terrifying.

But even so, his mind was still extremely calm, his eyes were firmly fixed on the slashing knife, calculating the trajectory of its movement and possible flaws.

But when the knife was about to reach the first three feet, Lin Sen took out his sword.

As if the blade had traveled through the void, half of the sword suddenly disappeared, and then the tip of the sword appeared in the middle of the blade.

Ding——!

An extremely crisp and long sound suddenly appeared, and the tip of the sword pointed out by Lin Sen kept hitting the middle of the opponent's knife momentum, because the speed was too fast, it looked like the tip of the sword was sticking to the sword light, and the sound produced by the impact was also connected, like a long sound.

It's too late, it's too soon!

Brush!

The sword light swept past Lin Sen's side, taking away a piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder, and the fabric of the robe full of holes, and slammed into the stone wall, instantly forming a canyon-like crack.

Lin Sen ignored the injury, his footsteps spun, and he immediately came to the side of Pangu Hong, the long sword in his hand was flexibly provoked, and the two fingers of his left hand were put together and gently pointed.

The sword momentum was silent, and it slammed towards Pan Guhong's waist, and the two fingers pointed out were the opposite of the sword momentum, the momentum was huge, and pieces of five-colored sword light swayed out.

It's a pity that Pangu Hong's sense of battle is also very strong, after all, he is a master at the same level as Sanqing and has fought against him.

I saw that his footsteps swirled in the same way, as if he was dancing a tacit waltz with Lin Sen, and his body was turning in the same direction as him.

The center where the power of the five-colored sword light was most concentrated was shot into the air, and although the aftermath touched Pan Guhong's body, it was easily blocked by the white holy light.

However, Lin Sen's sword changed with Pan Guhong's movements, and the sword light trembled strangely, turning from upward to horizontal.

At the same time, the footsteps were inserted horizontally, inserting the place where Pan Guhong was going to step on next, which immediately disrupted the rhythm of the other party.

Pangu Hong's eyes widened, admiring the other party's speed of response, but also annoyed that the other party's stubborn resistance had made him lose face.

When Lin Sen's sword momentum touched Pan Guhong's body, he was blocked by the light knife in time, and violently bounced the spirit sword Xiaoqing away, and the sword surged out and counterattacked.

At this moment, Lucifer (Hong)'s right arm, which was hidden under the white sleeve, suddenly cracked, and bright red blood flowed out.

Pan Guhong frowned, "Is this body starting to be unable to bear the load?"

Thinking so, his face remained cold, and the knife continued to slash out domineeringly, without the slightest hesitation.

Lucifer in the sea of consciousness didn't know the changes that had occurred in his body, and he was applauding Pan Guhong's fierce knife, which would inevitably hit Lin Sen again.

He was indeed not mistaken, Lin Sen was hit by the sword light again and flew out, rolling in the air more than a dozen times in a row, before he could stand firm a thousand meters away.

However, Pan Guhong's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't feel any force on his knife with this blow, obviously the other party deliberately avoided it.

The timing of the dodge was so clever that he wondered if this human kid had anticipated all of this long before he drew his sword, and was just deliberately tempting him to make a move with all his might.

"Why would he do that?"

Panguhong thought of the crack in his arm, could this human be using himself as bait to tempt me to shoot with all my might, so that this body would be counterattacked.

At the same time as being slashed by Hong again, the corners of Lin Sen's mouth hooked up a smile, "No matter how powerful you Pangu Hong is, you are just a consciousness body, as long as Lucifer's body is finished, how long can you exist?"

That's right, he just used his body as bait to provoke the other party to attack with all his might, and he didn't believe how long this body could last! After all, it was the momentum of a saint, and it was not something that the body of a mere king could easily withstand.

Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself, that's what Lin Sen wants!

He is not afraid that the other party will see through it and not be fooled, if the other party is afraid of the tolerance limit of this body, he will not dare to go all out. Then you can just turn the fake into reality, and the move that originally had the intention of luring the enemy can be turned into a real killing move in an instant.

After all, Pan Guhong was a saint's consciousness, and he immediately saw through Lin Sen's intentions. But he can only smile bitterly in his heart, the other party is a conspiracy, and he doesn't worry about not being fooled.

However, his face did not show it, he still had a cold expression, and he didn't care that his body had reached the limit of the load, and continued to chase Lin Sen away, and the knife in his hand was cut off without hesitation.