The corners of the prince's mouth in the carriage drew a smile and he gently snapped the window.

The coachman understood and drove in the direction of the palace, the battle between the two ended very quickly just now, this is the first time the prince has seen Lin Changfeng's strength, just the Jindan Realm has such strength, it is really enviable.

"Tsk...... The Jindan Realm has such strength, it seems that he is right, my balance has indeed been broken."

Lin Weizhi looked at the place where the two disappeared, and said thoughtfully: "Since you asked me to come to Kyoto, I think he also knows my situation at this time, but he doesn't know what your response is."

Glancing at the direction of the palace, Lin Weizhi looked at the direction that Lin Changfeng chased out, and after hesitating left and right, he still sighed helplessly: "Since they have all come to Kyoto, she will not be in a hurry, let's go and see how Lin Changfeng is first......

The qi and blood on his body were bulging, and Lin Weizhi or a cloud of blood mist swept directly in the direction of the outside of the city.

Standing above the inner city, the sect master of the Infernal Sect looked at the direction Lin Weizhi had left, and said sharply, "Hmph! This Lin Changfeng is actually connected with the Twelve Demon Caves, and he really has the reputation of being a genius."

As the sect masters of the four major sects, they all have an understanding of the many forces in the atrium, and the body method used by Lin Weizhi can be seen at a glance that this is the inheritance of the blood demon.

And the Blood Demon has always been the public enemy of the righteous monks, as long as the heir of the Blood Demon is found in the atrium, he will almost never leave his hand, among the twelve demon caves, even if there is no blood demon in the living demon capital to do a lot of evil.

A profession that needs to suck the blood of monks to be promoted to cultivation, how can they tolerate each other's growth, so every blood demon can't live long, and the best realm is only the peak of the fourth grade, and then they are jointly killed......

So at this time, they looked at Lin Weizhi who was mixed with Lin Changfeng, and they couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Sect Master Liu, we don't need to worry about this matter, the blood demon has reappeared, and the forces in the atrium must be aware of it, we just need to wait and see."

It was a beautiful woman who spoke, her figure was plump and graceful, a pair of long legs walked under the slit long skirt, a pair of delicate jade feet stepped on the void, and the red rope on the ankle exuded a faint red light, dazzling and gorgeous.

The moment he saw the beautiful woman, the expression on the face of the Sect Master of the Infernal Sect was slightly restrained, and he chuckled, "We can't afford to offend the forces of the atrium, and we can't do anything else except wait and see."

After saying that, he turned his head to leave, but he couldn't help but remind, "You have to know what time it is, the incident in Yancheng is a warning, I hope you don't choose the wrong one, Styx."

Hearing this, the sect leader of the Flower Delaying Sect sighed, looked at the direction Lin Changfeng left, and said helplessly: "It's a good little guy, but it's a pity that I don't have King Ming as a backer, so I can't be so indulgent."

After saying this sentence to herself, she chased after the sect master of the Infernal Sect, and the jade foot stepped lightly in the void, and a series of figures appeared behind her, and then the whole person appeared directly on the periphery of the palace.

"Don't deceive people too much!"

The hoarse voice sounded directly from outside Kyoto City, and the warrior monk didn't dare to speak at this time, and the skin on his body had begun to crack, which was not a sign of imminent shattering, but more like ...... Scratches made by sharp things.

One of the most lethal wounds was on the chest, where the gold had begun to become transparent, and a trace of red blood could be faintly seen.

Lin Changfeng didn't use a sword, just a simple finger, but he couldn't leave sword marks on his body all of a sudden, which was an incomparably terrifying kendo practice.

It was the first time in so many years that he was so embarrassed, Lin Changfeng was like a monster, making him feel panicked, frightened, and at the same time thinking of the most terrifying force in the atrium......

Xianmen!

This is a legend, no one knows how much energy there is in Xianmen, but every time Xianmen appears, these top forces begin to tremble.

"Too much deception?" When Lin Changfeng heard the words of the warrior monk, the corners of his mouth provoked an indifferent smile, and then he snorted and said, "Even if you deceive people too much, what can you do?"

The qi in his body suddenly swelled, but Lin Changfeng did not

With the slightest spare, the space around him began to vibrate, and the flowers and trees that he stretched out his hand began to tremble.

Then they were infected by the sword intent on Lin Changfeng's body, and they seemed to gradually begin to swords, they were like a sharp sword, and the sharpness made the warrior monk's eyebrows skip a beat.

The finger was raised little by little, Lin Changfeng and a sword finger, looked at the warrior monk coldly, and said indifferently: "Do you guess this sword, can it kill you......

This is not asking the warrior monk, but more like provoking the other party.

The warrior monk's eyebrows jumped, and the instinct of his body told him that this sword was likely to directly kill him, and he wanted to swallow his saliva, but his throat seemed to be stuck in the blade, just talking was like the blade was moving, and he didn't dare to swallow his saliva at all.

When he thought that this sword might be able to resist it, the grass and trees behind Lin Changfeng began to wither rapidly, as if they had lost their essence, and then strands of blood condensed directly in the sword formation around Lin Changfeng's body.

The blood-colored long sword was wrapped in endless qi and blood, just by looking at it, the warrior monk was almost delirious, and for some reason, he sensed a hint of crisis, this was the sense of crisis that he was about to die. z.br>

The blood color condensed into a long sword, Lin Changfeng's sword finger was lightly tapped, and then all the blood sword condensed by the blood color directly pierced and directly overturned the land, and with an invincible attitude, it hit the chest of the warrior monk.

Seeing such a terrifying sword attacking at a speed beyond his reaction, the warrior monk no longer chose to dodge, and stood in place to urge the Vajra Divine Skill on his body with all his might.

The dazzling golden Buddha light covered the surface of the warrior monk's body, and the qi and blood on his body surged rapidly, and then the gold of the skin of his whole body gradually became dazzling.

The blood-colored long sword hit the warrior monk's chest directly, and the long sword did not directly sink into the chest, but took the warrior monk's body backwards, his feet ploughed two ravines on the ground, and after retreating for nearly a hundred meters, the golden light on his body suddenly dimmed.

The divine light was shattered, the warrior monk's whole body no longer had any intuition, the qi consumption was huge, his face was much older, he looked down at his chest, and sneered:

"Main seat...... Not dead......

Even now, he didn't have a big problem to solve, such a sword, he didn't believe that Lin Changfeng could come again, so ...... He won.

Shaking his hand, Lin Changfeng looked at Lin Weizhi and said indifferently, "Lend me a blood gun."

Without any hesitation, Lin Weizhi clasped his hands together and slapped hard, then pulled to the sides, thick blood condensed and merged in the palm of his hand, and then a blood-colored spear gradually emerged in his hand.