Streams of flames passed around the green-shirted cultivator.

These are the air currents brought by the stones or ice blocks thrown by Lin Yi through the cold fog.

When these flowing flames clearly appeared in Rong Yi's line of sight, there was already a burst of roar on the mountain wall opposite the flowing flames.

Even the eyes of the green-shirted cultivators showed incredible emotions for the first time.

Throwing stones, this is really more fun in the world of cultivators than children, and he never thought that a cultivator just throwing stones would really make him feel threatened.

The power contained in these stones is very large, but the most important thing is that Lin Yi's throwing is very fast, the force is very fast, and these stones lock his figure very accurately.

He could even be sure that Lin Yi threw these stones even faster than him.

As the continuous popping sound continued to explode all around him, he had already sensed the real reason.

What Lin Yi relies on is purely the power of the flesh!

If an ordinary cultivator wants to cast such power, he must rely on the True Yuan.

The true element is concentrated between the palms of the fingers, and the action of the arm throwing is forced, and every time the true element is impacted, it is like a tide surging in the arm of the person who throws.

True Yuan and the body's movements cooperate to complete such a throw.

This kind of cooperation takes time, and the mobilization of the true element also takes time.

However, Lin Yi didn't need Zhenyuan at all, he just threw it purely, and his body naturally exerted his strength!

How could his physical body be so terrifying, even vaguely overriding the power of the artistic conception?

However, what shocked him the most at this time was Lin Yi's perception.

He had already faintly sensed that Lin Yi's perception was not even lost to him, and it was precisely because Lin Yi's perception was extremely amazing that he was able to capture his every position so accurately!

Yuan Yan was silent.

She believed that Lin Yi was the last true disciple of He Xiu, one of the three saints in the south, and some abnormalities in Lin Yi's physical strength and perception were naturally attributed to He Xiu's exercises.

Until now, she knew that she was still the biggest flaw in this green-shirted cultivator.

Because even if she cast the flying needle, the other party still didn't pay much attention to her.

Her fingers moved slightly, and she pinched another flying needle in her hand, but she waited for the opportunity and did not send it out.

Lin Yi kept throwing in a row, and even Rong Yi came back to his senses from the initial disbelief, and he kept reminding himself in his heart that this was really not a joke.

His sword moved.

His sword is also very fast, and his swordsmanship is also very delicate.

The gravel that fell around him and Lin Yi was lightly picked in front of Lin Yi with his sword, and following Lin Yi's movements, if Lin Yi's hand was empty, the front was often made out of nothing, and there was just a falling stone.

Lin Yi suddenly felt smooth.

He threw his hands back and forth, and there was a sharp sneering sound in the air in front of him.

The green-shirted cultivator raised his eyebrows slightly, and the intention of despising the enemy in his heart was gone.

Although he still didn't know why Lin Yi had such a strange physical strength, with the cooperation of these two teenagers, even he could no longer dodge by simply flying like a fleeting light.

He stopped.

Dangdangdang....

A series of thuds rang out in front of him.

The stones and ice that struck him were all knocked away and shattered by the light of his sword.

Looking at the movements of this green-shirted cultivator when he stopped, Lin Yi knew that he would definitely change his combat method next, and he would fight in close quarters.

But at this time, looking at the stone dust and ice chips that exploded on the opponent's sword, he was not concerned about this, he suddenly thought of something that had been lying quietly in the corner of his bag.

If the opponent had simply dodged before, that thing would have been useless, but now that the opponent has obviously changed his tactics, this thing should be useful.

Lin Yi's heart moved, knowing that with the speed of the other party, it would only be a moment to bully his side.

He let out another loud shout, and the movements of his hands actually accelerated again, and at the moment when he frantically threw more than a dozen pieces of gravel in a row, his right hand reached into his bag, and had already pinched the pale cyan meteorite crystal he had placed in a corner on his fingertips.

This pale cyan meteorite was only the size of a fingernail, and it was obtained in the treasury of the Southern Heavenly Courtyard that day.

Although it was only a small piece, the weight was staggering, and he had tried it that day, and the meteorite was extremely hard, and it was as easy as iron into the mud.

"Wei Qinglian!"

The moment he got his hands on the meteorite, he let out a loud cry.

Yuan Yan frowned.

Although this is her fake name, her reaction has not been delayed, for her, the opportunity she is waiting for has not yet arrived, but she and Lin Yi already have an inexplicable tacit understanding at this time, and at this time she knows that Lin Yi is calling her to make a move.

She chose to believe Lin Yi.

The pinched needle in her finger flew out.

A terrible whistling was followed by a crisp metal crash.

The green-shirted cultivator accurately blocked the flying needle that went straight to the ground.

However, at this moment, he felt an inexplicable danger.

There was another sharp whistling in front of him.

The voice came from in front of Lin Yi.

He didn't know what Lin Yi had thrown out, but this thing was obviously not big and heavy.

Almost at the same time, he felt a strange wind suddenly appear behind his body!

After all, he was not an ordinary cultivator, and in this instant, he sensed that it was a flying needle that came out of nowhere, and accurately sensed that the flying needle would be a line slower than what Lin Yi had thrown.

He swung his sword, turned, and did it all in one go.

In his imagination, with such a sword, he would first hit the thing thrown by Lin Yi, and then knock the flying needle.

While!

There was a jolt on his sword.

His man had turned, but his sword was light.

An unbelievable shock instantly filled his body.

His sword... It was broken.

Burst!

A piece of his sword and the object thrown by Lin Yi spun and flew out on his side, but the flying needle that came from behind landed on his body, piercing deeply into his right rib.

The green-shirted cultivator snorted.

At this time, he changed his mind, and he decided not to rush towards Lin Yi, but to take advantage of this time to rush out of this ice cave.

Although this kind of thing was beyond his expectations, it was already a perfect result that he did not expect.

However, what he didn't expect again was that his footsteps had just moved, and the moment his body had just flown up, a dark and terrifying aura had spread rapidly from his wounds and penetrated into his internal organs.

His breath stopped.

It's poison.

An unusually horrible ... A toxin that even his True Yuan power seems to be uncontrollable!

Laugh at!

The True Yuan in his body frantically rushed towards the wound, and the flying needle was directly forced out of the body by the powerful qi, and the True Yuan pushed the qi and blood, spurting out of the wound at an alarming speed.

He wanted to force all the poisoned blood out of his wounds.

However, the blood that gushed out of his wounds like a mist was all black.