() The innumerable sword on his body, and the sword in his hand, pierced into the wind and rain.

Huge dragon heads rushed down.

The faucet let out a breath of air, then opened its mouth and swallowed him into its mouth.

The old man's state of mind has been completely calmed.

At this time, he has broken off the love in the world, and what he pursues is only to leave no regrets, and his regret at this time is just that he is not perfect enough to strike a blow.

His blow was perfect for him.

He's done what he can.

However, at this time, unexpected emotions appeared in his eyes again.

Lin Yi's strength is slightly inferior to his strength, this is a fact that he felt before, and there is no change now.

Lin Yi's perception was even stronger than him, so Lin Yi's movements and responses were even faster than he imagined. It's just that these slight differences do not play any decisive role in the collision of forces that he dominates.

This dragon and the endless wind and rain in this dragon's body are not only the manifestation of his power, but also the embodiment of his will.

In addition to strength, in fact, his near-perfect blow was a contest of wills.

Originally, in his opinion, no matter how talented a young cultivator was, at the level of will, it was impossible to compare with someone like him who had been practicing for hundreds of years. A strong will often comes from experience, from countless years of endurance and penance.

Vicissitudes of life are also a kind of power.

He had experienced countless pains, countless lonely times, and even more than twenty years of retreat, and he felt that as long as he broke the will of this young cultivator in this kind of holding, the other party's sword intent would naturally dissipate.

If you lose your edges and corners and lose your support, no matter how strong the opponent's body is, no matter how many secret techniques there are, it will be just a piece of hardwood washed away by the waves, not a reef that stands tall in the middle of the river and breaks through the wind and waves.

It's just that he was wrong.

He didn't know what Lin Yi had gone through.

The army of the Northern Wei Dynasty enveloped him like a stormy wave in Zhongli, and he could not break his will for many days, and how could a person who walked out of that sea of corpses and blood and understood that his persistence was ultimately meaningful succumb to his will.

Countless voices sounded in Lin Yi's body.

The boundless wind and rain and countless swords struck, countless subtle wounds appeared in his body again, and the constant pain continued to stimulate his sea of knowledge, but the sword intent in his body and the sword intent in his hand never diminished.

Bang.

The dragon's body shattered directly.

Its skull shattered first, turning into countless crystal droplets that shot in all directions like arrows, and then its body began to shatter.

Some force rushed into the old man's body, and several bloody wounds appeared on his body, and blood began to soak his clothes.

It's just that the look in the eyes of the old man hasn't changed in the slightest.

He had foreseen the consequences before the dragon began to crumble, and it was only the beginning of his blow.

With a snort, a blue shadow broke through the chaotic wind and rain, passed through the shattered dragon's body, and landed on Lin Yi's body.

This is his natal weapon, the big blue flag.

This banner had already rolled up as it passed through this shattered wind and rain, and it was like a spear falling on Lin Yi's body at a terrifying speed.

Rumble!

A wave of qi exploded in Lin Yi's chest.

Countless red rays flew out.

Most of them are broken amalgami powder mist, and some are blood.

Lin Yi pursed his lips tightly, his body was shaky, although there were no obvious scars, his face became a little pale, and it was obvious that his internal organs had been injured.

It's just that his will has not wavered in any way.

Because he had already sensed that the old man on the other side was also close to running out of oil, which already made him feel weak.

He waved the sword element in his hand and slashed towards the spear-forming flag.

Burst!

This big banner that was tightly rolled together and straight as a spear softened instantly, but he was not able to cut its power with a single sword, this flag was like a sticky loach in the river at this moment, rolled up on his body, and then kept tightening!

While wrapping around him and tightening sharply, the flag even swam sharply!

In addition to the sound of explosive qi on Lin Yi's body, countless piercing friction sounds sounded in an instant.

The corners of the banner were like sharp saws cutting his body frantically!

Lin Yi's eyes narrowed.

He screamed!

He had barely breathed much from the beginning of the battle until now, but at this time, he exhaled deeply and inhaled, and his entire chest and abdomen instantly sunken and bulged!

There was a snap, like a rope cracking.

The flag, which was tightening like a rope and a saw, was torn apart by the force that poured out of his body, like a large snake whose joints had been shattered, jumping away from his body.

Countless exclamations of astonishment rang out.

The vast majority of cultivators in this Chaotian Palace were naturally most concerned about their own life and death, of course they didn't want to see this old real person defeated, they were shocked to see that this banner seemed to have lost its last strength at the same time as it was shaken off, like a curtain sliding down.

However, at this moment, the old real man looked at Lin Yi and said apologetically, "I'm sorry." ”

The moment he said these two words, his body had disappeared from the spot.

A sound of wind and thunder seemed to transcend the boundaries of space and time, resounding between him and Lin Yi, and then fell on Lin Yi's body in an instant.

The index finger and middle finger of his right hand were combined as a sword, and they stabbed Lin Yi in the chest.

All he asked for was this moment.

When neither strength nor will can decide the winner, there is only time left.

It is true that he is close to running out of oil, his body is already overwhelmed, and he can no longer continue such a powerful True Yuan output, but he has already expected at this time that Lin Yi is dealing with his natal magic weapon at this moment, and the aura in his body must be agitated, and it is too late to block his own blow.

He turned most of the power in his body into wind and thunder, propelled his body, and turned it into absolute speed, allowing him to come to Lin Yi and seize the opportunity of this moment.

There was a soft "click".

Both of his fingers snapped in unison.

A trace of pain flashed in his pupils, but with it, there was a more resolute look, his broken fingers continued to move forward, and the broken bone stubble still pierced into Lin Yi's flesh and blood, smashing the only strength into it.

The place where he strikes is the heart.

Even if he used most of his power to propel his body, if such a true element rushed into the opponent's body, he could be sure that the opponent's heart veins would break.

In his opinion, any cultivator with a broken heart vein would die, just like the legendary Three Saints of the Southern Heavens.

That's why he said sorry.

He felt that Lin Yi's rebellion was excusable, and he felt that Lin Yi was a cultivator who conquered heaven and earth, and his original future was limitless.

However, from the very beginning, he had already been honest with his heart.

If possible, he should kill Lin Yi.

He felt that Lin Yi was already going to die.

Then he himself should have died of his injuries.

However, at this moment, his pupils contracted violently.

Lin Yi coughed up blood.

However, the aura on Lin Yi's body didn't seem to stop there.

"I'm sorry. ”

Lin Yi coughed up blood and said this to him.

Lin Yi's hand reached out and pushed him away.

Lin Yi really didn't have much strength at this time.

His heart veins had indeed been broken, but Jian Yuan, who had returned to his body, forcibly suppressed the injury, and his powerful vitality made his wounds regenerate at a rapid pace.

Even if he didn't have much strength, his push at this time was big enough for this old man.

The old man flew out towards the rear.

His back hit the stone wall below the raised platform behind him.

The body of the old man was concussed.

He also began to cough up blood constantly.

The difference is that he no longer has the strength to strike.

He reached the real end of the oil and the lamp dried up.

"It's really extraordinary..."

He coughed hard, looked at Lin Yi, and said.