Lin Yi rotated himself, and the sword quickly shot after a rotation, and then Lin Yi quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword forward, and Lin Yi and the sword flew forward like a meteor.

The powerful coercion was wanton, and the terrifying sword intent had a taste of nothingness, with such strength, how could Lin Yi be afraid, and rushed up against the four clouds and mist turning rain, and a sword roar that pierced the air shook the blood of many mountain bandits!

The meteor is about to collide with the clouds and rain, and it seems that the meteor is huge, and it is by no means comparable to the clouds and rain, but in fact, it is not, in fact, the power of the clouds and rain is even more powerful!

After all, Lin Yi's realm is too weak, otherwise he will definitely be able to resist!

However, among the crowd, Ziweier had different senses, Ziweier looked at Lin Yi's sword, and felt a trace of sword intent in addition to nothingness in the sword, and couldn't help but show a surprised look!

"Brother Yi's Heavenly Sword Technique has become stronger again. Ziwei'er whispered.

Meteors and raindrops finally collided together, bursting out with brilliant brilliance in an instant, filling the entire battle circle, and the meteors pierced by the raindrops crackled and burst wildly, and the aftermath of the explosion surrounded the air, forming circles and constantly radiating out!

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

Zhao Hu sneered, looking proud, obviously forgetting that the left shoulder that was stabbed by Lin Yi was still in pain.

It's just that he didn't notice that although the four raindrops penetrated the meteor, they were changed by the meteor, allowing Lin Yi to successfully avoid the attack of the raindrops, and the clouds and mist generated by the meteor and the raindrops had already submerged Lin Yi, and no one could see Lin Yi's true situation!

At this moment, the meteor burst there, Lin Yi held his breath and concentrated, and the Creation Sword in his hand revealed unprecedented sharp fangs!

Lin Yi felt the lack of vitality in his body, although he had a cosmic qi sea that no one else had, but Lin Yi had just fought the Moon Devouring Wolves with Ziwei'er, and experienced a terrifying consumption.

Although both of them had a short reply, that kind of reply couldn't reach their normal level at all, otherwise Lin Yi would not have chosen to use a high-grade Yuan Stone to restore his vitality.

Lin Yi looked at his palm, then clenched his fist, and from his fist there was a sound of gaba gabacui, and said to himself: "One move to determine the victory!"

Lin Yi poured his vitality into the Creation Sword, and in an instant the Creation Sword became fiery red, and then said in a low voice:

"Heaven and Heaven!"

A tornado of flames began to slowly appear, from nothing to something, from small to large.

Lin Yi looked at the flame tornado with a serious face, and then rushed in with a dodge.

At this moment, everyone felt the terrifying temperature coming from the clouds, and everyone showed surprised expressions.

The clouds are gradually evaporated by the high temperatures, gradually revealing what is hidden in the clouds.

It was a three-zhang tall tornado of flames, and the vitality contained in it was extremely terrifying, and it was constantly increasing.

When the clouds and mist completely dissipated, the flame tornado sped towards Zhao Hu, and the flame tornado at this time still carried a trace of thunder and lightning.

Zhao Hu saw this move attacking him, and the speed was so fast that he couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to attack him.

The long sword in Zhao Hu's hand was suspended, standing in front of his chest, the vitality in his body frantically hugged the suspended long sword, looking at Zhao Hu's solemn demeanor, it was conceivable that this move was definitely Zhao Hu's strongest blow, and Zhao Hu actually planned to inject all the vitality in his body into the long sword, the originally hard long sword was about to show signs of cracking, and there were dense and small cracks on the four-foot long sword.

This also made everyone see the power of Zhao Hu's move.

Even Ziwei'er, who had always believed that Lin Yi could win, couldn't help but clench her jade hand, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

The tip of the long sword slowly pointed at the flame tornado, and the flame tornado was ready to fight.

When the flame tornado was only a zhang away from Zhao Hu, Zhao Hu slowly pushed out his long sword, and shouted in a low voice:

"Clouds and Mist Burial Heaven!"

When You Lian heard Zhao Hu's words, her body was already half cold, Cloud Mist Burial was the most powerful move in the Cloud Mist Sword Technique, and it was also the most difficult move to cultivate, she didn't expect that such a powerful move would be learned by a mountain bandit.

You Lian slowly took out the dagger, she planned to wait for this move to pass, no matter what, she would kill Zhao Hu, so that the three of them could survive.

At this time, many mountain bandits held their breath, everyone knew that after one move, the victory or defeat had been revealed, and at the same time, they were also surprised by Lin Yi, they didn't expect that a martial artist who was only a ninth-order martial artist in the psychic realm would have the strength to compete with a ninth-order martial artist in the Huayuan Realm, which was really unheard of.

This time the collision between the long sword and the flame tornado, there was no burst of vitality, and there was no cloud and mist, all that remained was the confrontation of the two vitality.

The tip of Zhao Hu's sword slowly pierced into the interior of the flame tornado.

The flame tornado kept getting weaker and smaller.

At the same time, the sharp energy of Zhao Hu's long sword was also continuously consumed by the flame tornado.

With the piercing of the long sword, the scenery inside the flame tornado continued to become clear, and a figure vaguely appeared in everyone's eyes.

In the end, the flame tornado disappeared between heaven and earth, but the long sword did not take a step forward, but was blocked by a Yuan Qi giant sword in front of Lin Yi, and it was not pushed back by the Yuan Qi giant sword, and it was about to stick to Zhao Hu's body.

The Vitality Giant Sword in front of Lin Yi was the strongest defensive move of the Heavenly Sword Technique: the Heavenly Enemy.

Zhao Hu's eyes were full of surprise when he saw the long sword retreating, and then he gritted his teeth heavily, injecting all the vitality in his body into the long sword in front of him.

The long sword was replenished with vitality and began to pierce into the body of the vitality giant sword little by little.

Lin Yi kept one palm at Zhao Hu's chest, ignoring the battle between the long sword and the Yuan Qi giant sword.

Just when the long sword was about to penetrate the Yuan Qi Giant Sword, the long sword could no longer withstand the pressure brought by Zhao Hu and the Yuan Qi Giant Sword, and suddenly burst open, and at the same time, the Yuan Qi Giant Sword also reached its limit, instantly turning into nothingness.

At this time, Lin Yi suddenly took a thunderous step, sped forward, and imprinted a palm on Zhao Hu's chest.

Zhao Hu looked at the palm on his chest, and was just about to reach out to grab that palm, but Lin Yi quickly used the wind and thunder fire step to retreat quickly.

Lin Yi retreated to a safe position away from Zhao Hu, half-kneeling on the ground, the Creation Sword in his hand, and the Creation Sword on the ground with one hand, all the clothes on his body were shattered by the long sword and the explosion flew from the fragments, cut into tatters, and slowly flowed hot blood from the broken part of the robe.

Lin Yi's face turned pale, and he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Hu with a smile, this smile seemed to show his victory to Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu looked at the palm print on his chest, raised his head angrily and looked at Lin Yi, who was half-kneeling on the ground and smiling, just as he was about to take a step forward, he felt the heat in his chest like a fire.

When Zhao Hu took a step, the whole person burned in an instant, turning into a burning man, Zhao Hu kept screaming, and kept running towards the lake on the side.

But just as he was about to reach the lake, he lay on the ground, and his voice stopped abruptly, leaving only a raging fire burning beside the lake.

The palm that Lin Yi had just used was the Yantian Fire Palm of the old man Danni, although Lin Yi did not have the ability to practice the Yantian Fire Control Technique for the time being, but he had barely learned this saint-level palm technique.

Although it is said that the Yantian Fire Palm does not have the cooperation of the Yantian Fire Control Technique, and its power has dropped significantly, but the saint-level martial arts will always be saint-level martial arts, and without the matching exercises, it is still not something that ordinary martial arts can compete with.

Everyone looked at the incomprehensible scene, but they didn't expect that Zhao Hu, a dignified ninth-order powerhouse of the Yuan Realm, would be killed by Lin Yiyi, a ninth-order martial artist of the Psychic Realm.

Many mountain bandits were even more shocked by Lin Yi's strength, and the whole scene became very eerily quiet from the end of Zhao Hu's screams, and then slowly began to turn into panic.

I don't know who shouted: "Run!"

The bandits began to flee quickly into the jungle, and none of them dared to look back.

Zhu Gan saw that Lin Yi had reached a state where his vitality was exhausted, and he originally wanted to organize everyone to forcibly take down Lin Yi and the others.

But many mountain bandits fled in a hurry, originally forty or fifty mountain bandits, there were only about ten people left, and the remaining mountain bandits were also fleeing in a hurry, Zhu Gan knew that he couldn't even beat a single pity, and now he could only choose to escape.

Lin Yi looked at the mountain bandits who fled in a hurry, he had not shown any nervousness, he could finally put it down, turned his head, and smiled at Ziweier and Youlian.

At the moment when all the mountain bandits fled and couldn't see their figures, Lin Yi slowly fell to the ground.

Ziwei'er looked at Lin Yi who fell to the ground, quickly came to Lin Yi's side, gently picked up Lin Yi, looked at Lin Yi's pale cheeks, and his still bleeding body, tears couldn't help but flow down, and her mouth kept shouting at Lin Yi, "Brother Yi, wake up, you can't sleep!"

Ziwei'er's every cry is like a child separated from her parents, so helpless, so desolate.

You Lian walked to Lin Yi's side, looked at Lin Yi with a pale face, and put her finger in front of Lin Yi's nose, but You Lian couldn't feel that Lin Yi was still breathing.

Shaking his head helplessly, he said to Ziwei'er, "He has no breath, let him be in the ground!"

Ziwei'er also felt that Lin Yi's breathing had disappeared, but after listening to Youlian's words, Ziwei'er, who didn't want to admit this fact, became even more messy in her heart, and roared miserably at Youlian: "Brother Yi will not die, Brother Yi has a unique sea of qi in the world, and has a selfless artistic conception that melts into all things, and he will never die in the face of a small mountain bandit." And Brother Yi hasn't fulfilled his promise yet, how can he die when he has made a promise!"