Lin Ziyu also surprisingly did not take the opportunity to attack.

Secretly glad that Lin Ziyu was a fool, and he didn't know how to take advantage of the situation to pursue, Zuo Yanghui was busy with the fire spiritual power in his body to devour the domineering energy in his body.

But in the next second, the surging energy suddenly burst out.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spit out, Zuo Yanghui knelt on one knee, his face was slightly pale, and the blood slowly overflowed along the corners of his mouth and dripped to the ground.

"Smack!"

Offstage, in mid-air, looking at the scene, everyone's expressions froze, including Du Yuze, who was dissatisfied with their faces in surprise.

This, what the hell is going on here...... This time the fist was hard-hitting, and Lin Ziyu actually won?

God, who can tell what the hell is going on, the strength of a cultivator in the middle realm of refining the body is fifteen thousand catties!

In addition, Zuo Yanghui used the fire spiritual power, and this punch was close to the eighteen thousand in the upper realm of the refining body, why did Zuo Yanghui still lose?

In mid-air, on the Qingyan Sword, looking at this scene, Yang Manli smiled, licked her red lips, felt the trembling heart, and her red lips opened slightly and murmured: "Bad boy, it's worthy of you!"

"Bad boy, Senior Sister Yunxiang didn't misread you!"

On the Purple Smoke Sword, a charming smile rose at the corner of his lips, and Duan Yunxiang, whose cheeks were flushed, found that his whole person was not good, and his excitement was about to be lost.

Wu Dao, Xiao Shushu, and Situ Zhentian, who came together, also had surprise on their faces, and the faces behind them looked at each other, but in an instant, they saw the unbelievable look in each other's eyes.

Zhengyang Peak, in front of the spirit mirror.

"Senior Brother Yunchen, I'm afraid that kid has sensed the upper realm now!"

Looking at Lin Ziyu, who knocked Zuo Yanghui and vomited blood with one punch, Tianyang Daoist asked.

As soon as these words came out, the other five peaks also turned their attention to the Yunchen Dao people.

"Who knows, maybe it's been so many days of retreat. The Yunchen Daoist slumped on the footless chair, drinking wine and talking lazily.

When the Tianyang Dao people heard this, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, what realm is the disciple under the seat, don't you know?

What are you doing?

Do you think that we are all the six peaks of these thousands of disciples? There are only a few people in your Xiaoyao Peak, and there are no two hands, you tell me that you don't know?

Senior Brother Yunchen, come, come, come, taste the iron fist of my love.

Xuanyun Square, above the wind and cloud ring.

"Lin Ziyu, you miscellaneous, miscellaneous, what kind of evil art did you use?"

Covering his stuffy chest, Zuo Yanghui, whose face was pale, wiped the bloodshot at the corner of his mouth, and asked sharply.

Lin Ziyu glanced at Zuo Yanghui lightly, ignored him, and immediately looked down at his right fist, and clenched his right fist, feeling really good.

Now that he has broken through to the upper realm of induction, his strength has increased greatly.

One relies on the unique cultivation secret technique of the Poor Soul Technique.

In addition, with the power of the thin dragon bloodline in the condensed blue dragon fish meat, the heart of the emperor dragon also fused deeper with him.

His physique has also been greatly improved.

This gave him a formidable strength that could rival the strength of a cultivator in the Middle Realm of Refining Body head-on.

Now, he has comprehended the third weight of Tai Chi Soft Boxing, in addition to the bright force, the dark energy played in it is enough to have 5,000 catties, which can completely shake the middle realm of the refining body.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Ziyu's mouth, and he looked at Zuo Yanghui: "Zuo eldest prince, I heard that you have broken into the realm of body refining?"

How can I look at you like a white-faced little student with no power to restrain your hands, I don't have any strength for this, you, this, no!"

No way?

The corners of Du Yuze's mouth twitched again when he heard this, big brother, you are killing people.

Which man can endure this "no-two", this trick, ruthless!

But...... Well done!

In your own words, big brother, that is, yes, that "tear-resistant".

Sure enough, this sentence of "no" stimulated Zuo Yanghui again, his teeth were clenched, his right hand moved, and a long sword jumped in his hand, pointing at Lin Ziyu.

"Lin Ziyu, you are a wretch, you forced me to use my sword, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword. ”

"No one is forcing you!"

Lin Ziyu smiled contemptuously.

"However, since you want to use the sword, then okay, I, Lin someone, will accompany you to the end!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Ziyu shook it into the void, and a pitch-black long sword appeared in his hand, and the slightly white sharp sword body flashed with a cold glow.

The long sword is black, which does not match Lin Ziyu in a blue and white robe, but this is what makes Lin Ziyu's evil charm a little stronger.

As the corners of Lin Ziyu's mouth rose slightly, the female disciples who were watching couldn't control it anymore, and a heated discussion broke out.

"Wow, Senior Brother Ziyu, so handsome, it's just crushing that Zuo Yanghui!"

"Yes, not only is it handsome, but its strength is also strong, and the induction realm is hard to shake the body realm. ”

"Yes, yes, they have a bad match with Senior Sister Shui!"

One by one, their eyes are full of peach blossoms.

Putting the words of praise of the dear senior sisters into his heart, Lin Ziyu looked at Zuo Yanghui: "Zuo Gongzi, come on, let me learn your sword moves." ”

"Crumbs are rampant!"

Zuo Yanghui's face shook, the long sword in his hand shook, and the spiritual power of the fire system on it tumbled.

A solid flame suddenly appeared, and the air around it heated up sharply in an instant.

However, before Zuo Yanghui could attack, Lin Ziyu pulled a cold evil smile at the corner of his lips and took the lead in moving.

"Phantom Sword Rainbow!"

With a soft drink, the forefoot was raised, and the figure was slightly retreating, and in the next second, the figure suddenly shot out towards Zuo Yanghui......

A sword shadow clone suddenly appeared in the air.

The body is flying, and the sword light is sheng!

One after another, the afterimages were drawn on the ring, and the sword light connected the mountains, attacking and killing.

However, when he saw Lin Ziyu getting more and more with himself, Zuo Yanghui had a strange smile on his face, and the fire spiritual power in his body skyrocketed.

"Miscellaneous, I knew you would be this move, look at me, Fury Flame Sword Technique!"

Fury Flame Sword Technique, Xuan-level advanced combat skills, and swordsmanship combat skills passed down from generation to generation by the Zuo family.

With a burst of shouts, the long sword pointed to the sky, with Zuo Yanghui as the center, and in an instant, the fire was flourishing, and the blazing temperature came out, and then a fireball enveloped him.

In the next moment, with a fierce and ferocious power, it spread out in an instant.

Looking at the posture, it is to use this domineering flame power to directly blast Lin Ziyu and the sword shadow clone apart, and also to hit Lin Ziyu hard.

"Bang!"

After the fireball spread to a certain degree, it suddenly exploded violently, and the fire wave swept around.

The moment the sword shadow clone came into contact with the flames, it dissipated in an instant.

When his body shot rapidly, he felt the violent flames rushing towards his face, and Lin Ziyu's face changed slightly.

Hurriedly stopped the figure, and wanted to hide, but the air wave generated by the explosion of flames still blew him away.

At this moment, Zuo Yanghui also took the opportunity to attack and kill, and the long sword wrapped in the fire spiritual power pointed directly at Lin Ziyu, with a strange body and a very fast speed.

If this sword is hit, Lin Ziyu's chest will be pierced.

Swept away by the wave of qi generated by the explosion, his body drew an arc in mid-air, and just as Zuo Yanghui's sharp sword was about to pierce his chest, the corners of Lin Ziyu's mouth suddenly pouted with an inexplicable smug smile.

This wipe, Zuo Yanghui also noticed.

"Miscellaneous, it's useless for you to laugh, suffer death!"

Although he felt a palpitation, Zuo Yanghui still turned his heart sideways, and wanted to stab the sword wrapped in the fire spiritual power in his hand into his chest.

"Miscellaneous, prepare to be abused by me......"

But before the word "kill" came out, Zuo Yanghui's movements suddenly stopped, as if he had been immobilized.

The fire-based spiritual power on the long sword suddenly collapsed, and his somewhat sloppy gaze looked down at his chest, and the emotion in his eyes was quickly replaced by a look of horror.

"This, how is this possible!"

He saw that his left shoulder blade had been pierced by a long sword, and the pungent blood dripped down the tip of the sword......

"Smack!"

The blood dripped to the ground, making a movement, and then looked at Lin Ziyu who was thrown in the air, and his pupils shrank.

"Bang!"

A slight muffled sound came out, and the forest feather in the air suddenly exploded into a cloud of flying smoke, which immediately dissipated with the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Turning his head to look behind him like a machine, he saw a smiling face, but it frightened Zuo Yanghui, and that smile seemed to him like a demon crawling out of the eighteenth layer of Infernal Hell.

"Hello, Zuo Gongzi!"

It's Lin Ziyu.

The voice was cold and dark, but it also had a somewhat contemptuous smile.

"Whoa!"

Lin Ziyu slowly pulled out the pitch-black long sword, and a large stream of blood flowed out, instantly staining Zuo Yanghui's luxurious golden silk robe.

"Lin Ziyu, you bastard, dare to hurt me!"

After a short period of distraction, Zuo Yanghui immediately reacted, endured the bursts of tearing pain from his left shoulder blade, moved his right hand, and slashed down with the long sword in his hand.

Lin Ziyu did not retreat, and raised his long sword to form a block.

"Miscellaneous, go die!"

Seeing this scene, Zuo Yanghui smiled proudly, he has great self-confidence, his sword is a high-level Xuan-rank, and he still wants to block?

It's a joke!!

In a trance, he seemed to have seen the scene of his sword splitting Lin Ziyu's block, and then splitting Lin Ziyu in half in an instant.

At this moment, the corner of Lin Ziyu's mouth suddenly raised an evil sneer, and then he moved.

The speed was extremely fast, and between the flipping of his hands, he held the sword in both hands to meet Zuo Yanghui's sword.

"You want to fight with me, what a self-inflicted sin!"

Zuo Yanghui smiled even more proudly, the fire spiritual power in his body instantly reached the long sword, and he wanted to use this sword to kill Lin Ziyu.

Thinking that Lin Ziyu was about to die, he instantly felt that the injury on his left shoulder blade was not so painful.

"Boom!"

The sound of gold and iron did not make a big noise, but only sounded for a moment.

Zuo Yanghui saw a scene that he couldn't forget in his life, it was a painful memory, and this pain enveloped him for the rest of his life.

He saw that the Xuan-rank high-level long sword in his hand covered with fire-based spiritual power was actually cut off in an instant by the pitch-black long sword in Lin Ziyu's hand, and it was broken into two.

"Bang dang!"

The tip of the sword partially fell to the ground, making a few crisp and pleasant sounds of metal hitting stones......