Lin Mang slowly pulled out his knife.

The long gilded silver knife shimmered with a cold sheen in the setting sun.

"Zeng!"

Lin Mangmeng flicked the blade of the knife.

The wind blows, and the robes hunt.

At that moment, Lin Mang's body released an incomparably suppressed momentum.

That's the power of those who have been in power for a long time.

One person and one sword, but it seems that thousands of troops are galloping forward.

Lin Mang's face was calm, and he said slowly: "This official has not yet beheaded a Tiangang Realm cultivator under the sword he just obtained, and today is just right, Naer and other blood sacrifices." ”

Everyone's faces changed slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in their eyes.

They are also the masters of the clan, and when have they been insulted like this.

"Arrogance!" Zhong Yue shouted angrily, stepped on the ground, and fell with a stick.

There are wrong names on the rivers and lakes, but there are few wrong nicknames.

The azure true qi gathered on the gilded giant stick, like a roaring dragon.

Lin Mang's footsteps were light, and the whole person jumped more than twenty meters, and the figure swooped down, dragging the knife and slashing it.

The sword light in the air is like a blooming flower on the other side!

"Slash!"

A lightly written knife slashed through the void.

Pure Yang Sword Qi dragged a long phantom in the air.

Zhong Yue's Tiangang True Qi was torn apart by this knife, and the Ling Yan Knife Qi instantly shattered Zhong Yue's Body Protective Qi.

Zhong Yuetong shrank in his eyes, his eyes frightened.

What's the situation?

Almost instantly, Lin Mang's lips and teeth opened slightly, and a low howl burst out of his throat.

Dragon Roar!

The majestic True Qi was like a long-dormant volcanic eruption at this moment, releasing its majestic power.

"Moo~"

There seems to be a roar of a dragon!

The storm is blowing!

The air shattered at the sound.

"Peng!"

Zhong Yue, who was fighting with Lin Mang in close quarters, bore the brunt, his eyes and eardrums burst one after another.

Blood gushed out from the seven orifices.

The heart was more like a giant hammer strike, suddenly shrinking, and suddenly bursting.

The tiger-striped golden stick in Zhong Yue's hand was slashed with a knife, and his body was instantly split in two, and the incision was smooth.

[Energy +18000]

Wuhu Gang, Zhong Yue - pawn!

Lin Mang carried the knife, looked at everyone with a smile, and said calmly: "It's your turn." ”

The chuckle on Yu Canghai's face froze at this moment.

When I first saw it, this person was just congenital, and now he has grown into Tiangang Realm, what happened during this time?

Yu Canghai's heart turned, and he shouted: "Let's shoot together!" ”

"If he leaves alive, it will be a problem for you and my sect."

"Close the six senses, be careful of his sonic exercises!"

He knew that others could leave, but he couldn't, so he had to pull everyone off the horse.

Yu Canghai stretched out his hand to wipe it from his face, and quickly changed to a fierce and vicious face.

A sword stabbed at him.

It seemed that the shadow of a boundless sword struck and rolled up a violent wind.

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Mang's eyes.

Actually broke through?

But...... Just right!

"Boom!"

The ground under Lin Mang's feet shattered, and the wind splashed on the rubble, and his figure flew out like an arrow from a string.

"Dang!"

A golden giant bell appeared around Lin Mang's body, and he attacked and killed Yu Canghai with the sword shadow in the sky.

Almost instantly, the other three attacked and killed at the same time

A raging fire bloomed from the blade of a man.

Meizhou Flame Knife Sect, Jin Hong, is good at using the Flame Knife Technique.

One person came with a thin and narrow sword, and there seemed to be a bloody aura surging on the sword body.

Bloody Sect, Duan Changqing.

As for the other person, his figure seemed to melt into the forest, ethereal and disappearing, disappearing from time to time.

"Peng!"

The moment the swords collided, the sword in Yu Canghai's hand was cut off.

Even this Qingcheng Sect's long-inherited evergreen sword could not resist the edge of this peerless sword.

The knife momentum did not decrease, and directly cut off Yu Canghai's arm.

And at this moment, the attacks of the rest of the people fell at the same time.

It's just that, in the face of the golden bell jar, their attack looks a little pale and weak.

Lin Mang was originally a triple Tiangang, and he had already surpassed several people in the realm.

What's more, a few people had fought with Pixiu before, and their true qi had already been seriously consumed.

Lin Mang smiled coldly and swung out his left fist.

Pure Yang Fist!

A fist mark containing pure yang qi was instantly condensed.

"Peng!"

Duan Changqing of the Blood Demon Sect snorted, his chest collapsed, and he flew upside down and crashed into the forest.

At the moment of staggering, Lin Mang's footsteps were light, and the long knife pointed directly at Jin Hong.

Suddenly, boundless sword qi burst out, soaring into the sky, and blood stained the sky.

Jin Hong spat blood from his mouth and flew upside down into the forest, a bloody wound opened on his chest.

Lin Mang glanced at the ground and smiled coldly.

There seemed to be a terrifying force brewing on his feet.

Suddenly, step down!

Rumble!

The ground within a radius of 100 meters shook violently, and a person rushed out of the ground three meters away from Lin Mang, covered in blood.

Several people looked frightened, and their hearts were shocked and angry.

Jin Hong of the Flame Sword Sect hurriedly said, "Lord Lin, it's us who have no eyes. ”

"My Flame Sword Sect has an old relationship with Zhang Qianhu, the Fusi of Nanzhen, for the sake of Zhang Qianhu's face, let me live, I am willing to make amends."

"We were just deceived by Zhong Yue."

"Haha!" Lin Mang walked towards him with a laugh and said coldly: "You are also a fool of the rivers and lakes, and you can even say such stupid things." ”

"Deceived Kangxi"

The blade of the embroidered spring knife instantly illuminated his child's hole.

A flash of knife light quickly magnified in his eyes.

"I'm dying!" Jin Hong wailed in his heart.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Suddenly, a Buddha horn sounded, and a fallen leaf in the forest shot quickly.

"Dang!"

The fallen leaves seemed to have a thousand powers, and they actually swept away Lin Mang's knife.

Lin Mang's face suddenly turned cold, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Amitabha, donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

As the voice sounded, an old monk slowly walked in the forest.

The old monk looked to be in his fifties, dressed in a yellow robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and with a surging smile on his face.

"Poor, enlightened, I have seen the donor."

"Donor, the killing karma on your body is too heavy."

"It's just a little bit of fighting in the rivers and lakes, why bother to kill them all, the Buddha said that the four are empty, so why bother with it."

Seeing the visitor, Jin Hong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Uncle Shi!" ”

Few people know that Jin Hong was once a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin used to recruit lay disciples, but later there were too many lay disciples, causing trouble and ruining the reputation of Shaolin, which expelled many lay disciples from the mountain gate.

Although the person left, he inherited an incense in the end.

After all, after practicing in Shaolin for so many years, how could it be irrelevant.

The lay disciples who once left Shaolin have all developed extremely well.

Lin Mangyan glanced at him, looked down at Jin Hong, who was full of hope, and suddenly smiled.

Between the lightning and flint, the sword light slashed through at great speed.

This knife is brutal, domineering, and full of unrivaled momentum.

The extremely fast sword light only left a knife shadow of a mold lake.

The royal road is not my will, so my way is - domineering!

This is what he realized, and it is the path he has taken.

The threshold of the grandmaster, he had already touched it.

What he lacks is just realm.

"Poof!"

Jin Hong's head rose to the sky.

Lin Mang looked at Wuming with an indifferent expression, and sneered: "When will Shaolin dare to take care of my Jinyiwei?" ”