Lin Ze didn't stop, he turned around and pounced towards the three figures who were fighting with Gong Lingye.

"No Wind Slash!" Once cut out, there is no wind and no shadow.

The Red Ink Knife suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, it pierced through the back of a person's head.

Burst......

Blood splattered, and all apparitions disappeared at once.

"Big brother, amazing!" Gong Lingye praised, he understood why Lin Ze could quickly find his true body, because he had divine sense.

No matter how powerful this formation is, it is only a mortal formation, and under the divine consciousness of the cultivator, all illusions cannot be hidden.

This is also one of the most important reasons why Lin Ze is not afraid of the formation here.

"Everyone, all of them, I don't believe he can handle it. Song Motian snorted coldly and commanded.

The old man nodded, his expression was extremely solemn now, and he no longer had the heart to underestimate him.

Raised his hand and grabbed a handful of array flags and threw them all out.

The entire formation trembled violently, and the sword peak also emitted a series of clicking sounds under the blessing of the formation, and the mountain seemed to be moving.

In the belly of the mountain, Huang Daxian, who was sitting cross-legged, shook his whole body and scolded in a low voice: "These guys, if you scare away the treasure of this immortal, see how this immortal cleans you up." ”

As it said this, its face also showed an anxious look, and it opened its mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood at the sword tablet in front of it.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after squirting out a mouthful of blood, its body has lost a lot of weight.

On the mountainside, forty-eight figures appeared from the fog and surrounded Lin Ze and the two, these people were wrapped in a layer of fog all around them, and they couldn't tell who was who, let alone distinguish between the real body and the phantom.

If it were someone else, it might be affected by this oppressive atmosphere and feel at a loss.

But in the face of this situation, it was Lin Ze, these people had just entered within two zhang, and before they could attack, his eyes showed a clear look, and he said to Gong Lingye beside him: "I attack, you defend!"

With that, he rushed towards one of them.

Gong Lingye looked stunned, and reluctantly followed, facing so many people, his heart was still a little drumming.

"Ignorant boy. A figure snorted coldly at the same time, and before the others could make a move, he took the lead.

This voice Lin Ze knew, it was Zhang Ji, one of the three brothers, and the other two were killed by him in the Thunder Valley.

Zhang Ji was naturally very angry when he saw the enemy, if it weren't for Song Motian wanting to stay alive, he would have rushed out and killed the hateful kid in front of him on the spot, where he could still endure it until now.

Lin Ze snorted coldly, and the red ink knife slashed at Zhang Ji.

At the same time, others also shot one after another, and the targets were all Lin Ze.

They all saw that Lin Ze was terrible, so they had to remove this threat first.

Lin Ze ignored the surrounding attacks and went straight towards Zhang Ji.

"Wind Whistle Slash!"

The wind rose violently, blowing the clothes of the people into a hunting sound, and the clouds and mist were churning like waves.

"Die!" Zhang Ji shouted angrily, and he had already grabbed a Daguan knife in his hand and slashed at Lin Ze's head.

The sound of the bell sounded, and Lin Ze was slashed back a few steps, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The red ink knife in his hand also trembled violently, as if it would fly out of his hand at any moment.

Zhang Ji sneered, stepped out again, and slashed out again.

The other five phantoms also had a Daguan knife in their hands, and the momentum emitted by the six Daguan knives far exceeded the previous two, and the surrounding space trembled because of this attack.

The attacks of the seven people around them also fell on their heads, and the terrifying aura fused with each other, causing the surrounding ground to shake violently.

Lin Ze felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and quickly stuffed the Yun Lei Bead into his arms and replaced it with a spirit stone, this spirit stone he had collected for a long time, and he only used a little bit, and it also contained some spiritual power, which was just right to use now.

The true qi in his body surged, and he frantically poured into the blade of the Red Ink Knife.

The Red Ink Knife emitted a black light, and its aura changed suddenly, and a cold murderous aura instantly filled the surroundings.

"Wind Whistle Slash!"

This time, it was Lin Ze who used his true qi to slash with all his might.

The entire blade seemed to melt into the surrounding air, whirling with the surrounding air and clouds.

Not only that, but it also swept up the aura emitted by the enemy and merged it into the blade.

The aura of terror began to spread around them, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Lin Ze's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he slashed out the knife without hesitation.

A terrifying sword light four feet long slashed down vertically from mid-air, splitting the surrounding churning clouds and mist in half.

The people in the city were all stunned when they saw this terrifying sword light, and they stood in place in a daze, looking at the sword peak.

"Damn it, it's you, bury the dead warriors in the market town. Lin Ze sneered, and the sword light slashed from the top of Zhang Ji's head.

He didn't even let out a scream before he was split in half by the light of the knife.

The sword light continued unabated, and it slammed into the ground, splitting the ground into a terrifying ravine as deep as a zhang, and the entire sword peak was shaken.

At the same time, the attacks of the rest of the people also fell one after another.

At this time, Gong Lingye rushed out and blocked in front of Lin Ze, and the short gun in his hand waved out a curtain of guns.

Click......

The gun curtain was crushed by a series of attacks, and the rest of the attacks all fell on Gong Lingye, blasting him upside down, crashing into Lin Ze's body, and knocking him out.

The two of them fell heavily on the ground three feet away, smashing out a human-shaped pit.

"Die!"

Another man stepped in, surrounded by five apparitions, and in a few steps came to the crater, enclosing it.

Lin Ze and Gong Lingye were lying in the pit, blood spurting from their mouths.

When this person came closer, the corners of Lin Ze's mouth showed a hint of mockery, and he grabbed the Yun Thunder Bead from his arms and punched at this person's true body.

Tear ......

A thick thunderbolt flew out of the thunder bead, hitting the man's true body, blasting him so that the whole person froze in place, his mouth was wide open, and he wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound.

Without hesitation, Lin Ze slashed out with a single sword, splitting this Heavenly Ink City's Blood Refining Realm leader in half from head to toe.

"General Murong!" The other six people let out an exclamation, it was too late to rescue him, and they could only watch him die under Lin Ze's knife.

"Damn junior, General Ben is going to kill you. One of them rushed up frantically, and before he could get closer, he threw a punch from afar.

This punch was obviously a martial art, and the blood qi condensed into a blood-colored fist the size of a zhang in mid-air, and it blasted down towards the pit on the ground.

Lin Ze frantically absorbed the spiritual power in the spirit stone, and in the face of this punch, he was not afraid at all, and his left hand, which was holding the Yun Lei Bead, swung out a punch again.