It's just that the picture he was expecting didn't follow.

Because Lin Yi's perception is very strong.

Before these raindrops fell on Lin Yi's face, Lin Yi's left fist had already smashed out fiercely in front of the door.

It was just an unusually simple punch, but this punch shattered the wind and rain, like a mountain town in front of Lin Yi.

There was a loud bang.

The tiny raindrops shattered and turned into a cloud of mist.

At the same time, his feet stabbed hard into the rocky ground beneath his feet.

The reason why it is said to be a thorn is because the soles of his feet are ploughing furrows in the ground, but his body is still sliding backwards, and in everyone's perception, the soles of his feet suddenly tilt downward, and with his strength, the soles of his feet are like stepping into a snowdrift, and they are forced into the stone ground below.

His backward body suddenly froze.

His body shook violently.

The shock seemed to come from every vein, every trace of flesh and blood in his body.

At the same time, however, his right hand stretched out with great stability.

His right hand pierced through the pink mist in front of him, and as he leaned forward slightly, he gripped the black-gray sword.

He took the second sword in his hand.

In the runes of the sword body of this sword, which was already dimly glorious, there was a slight popping sound, and the remnants of the true yuan aura that had flowed into the runes for countless years seemed to have all been swallowed up by Lin Yi and disappeared.

At this time, a sneer had already sounded in the dungeon behind Qi Mei again, and the third sword had already flown out, but looking at such a picture, Qi Mei felt a strong sense of disbelief in his heart.

He had palpitations.

The true element on this third sword also fluctuated violently.

Bang.

As soon as the sword flew halfway through his body, the true yuan in the runes on the sword body had already shocked to the point that it could not maintain stability, and all the runes that were forcibly compressed and flowing in the sword body exploded.

This sword was blood-red, and the True Yuan and Sword Qi pouring out of the runes on its sword body were like countless streams of bright blood flying in the air.

Lin Yi's body stopped trembling, and he raised his head, bathed in such a blood-red vitality.

Countless chaotic blood-like vitality slammed into his body like a hammer, making an aggressive and dull sound.

He endured it calmly.

His body was almost greedily sucking the strange vitality power in the other party's true yuan.

The more this energy is inhaled into his body, the clearer his perception of this energy becomes.

This unique vitality, in his perception, at this time, is like a silk strand formed after the melting of pure silver, shining, flashing with silver light, obviously a thing of gold and iron, but it seems to be extremely soft, and even exudes a mild medicinal power.

This vitality was extremely gentle and evenly attached to the surface of his flesh and blood, and even blocked the damage caused by the large amount of salmeralmine to his body, making his body continue to lighten the load.

At this time, he was hit hard, and the flesh and bones in his body were filled with all kinds of indescribable pain, but the relaxed feeling brought by the inhalation of more and more of this vitality made him even ignore these pains.

Qi Mei looked at him, and suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.

For the first time, fear really welled up in his body.

He didn't know why he was the way he was.

However, the fact is that although Lin Yi looked at him calmly at this time, Lin Yi was very eager to obtain more of this vitality in his body. Although Lin Yi's expression did not reveal much of this desire, this desire made Lin Yi look at him like a hungry lone wolf seeing sweet flesh and blood.

Qi Mei couldn't understand and guess what Lin Yi was really thinking at this time, he just attributed this fear to Lin Yi being too weird, and to the fact that he was able to resist his full force in a row.

"I don't believe you can go on like this. He looked at Lin Yi and said.

He had to say this to regain his courage and confidence.

"Is that all?"

Staring at this person's single eye, Lin Yi knew that this cultivator had been immersed in his own world and could not extricate himself, and had lost the incomparably cunning judgment he had before, so he sneered, looked at the other party with disdain, and said, "As many swords as you have, I can take as many swords... You only have such means, and you also want to defeat the Demon Sect alone? ”

Qi Mei's head was booming, half because of anger, half because of a large amount of vitality in a row, his eyes were blood-red, in his subconscious, the Demon Sect had always been a native of the Southern Dynasty, a treacherous Southern Dynasty person.

Lin Yi, who was standing opposite him at this time, was also from the Southern Dynasty, and he was as extraordinary as the Demon Sect back then.

The figure of the Demon Sect and the figure of Lin Yi slowly coincided in his eyes.

The Demon Sect seems to have become the current Lin Yi, and Lin Yi has become the Demon Sect he hates the most.

A beast-like howl rang out of his throat.

Countless gray air currents visible to the naked eye strangely seeped out from the stone at the top of this cave, as if countless gray silk threads continued to flow into his body.

At the same time, the piercing sword roar continued to sound in the dungeon behind him, and one after another sword light lit up, and the swords in those sword pits were continuously pushed by the terrifying True Yuan power and flew out.

A swarthy sword burst through the air first.

This sword was only about five feet long, but the true yuan on the sword body flowed in the runes, which stimulated the sword aura of the sword owner back then, which actually made this sword heavier than the heart of the Zhenhe Tower in Lin Yi's perception.

The sword body of this sword continued to flow out of the true yuan, and it continued to suck in more heaven and earth vitality, and when it stabbed in front of Lin Yi, this swarthy sword no longer looked like a sword, but like a black giant monument.

The sword in Lin Yi's hand was slashed out.

A furious sword light appeared in front of him, slashing into the black monument.

Two violent black hurricanes swept past his sides, and the sword in his hand was as soft as a cloudy cloud, but it was extremely sharp, and the material was extremely tough, and it did not have the possibility of shattering like the ordinary long sword he had picked up casually before.

And although he has always used his brutal strength against the enemy, in fact, he has always been a swordsman who has mastered exquisite sword moves.

His sword fell on the body of the black sword that flew down, but there was no brute force to collide, the sword in his hand was like a willow branch fluttering in the wind, unloading part of the power of this black sword, and then lightly picked it to the side, and took advantage of the momentum to pick up the black sword and flew out.

Behind the black sword was an exceptionally bright sword, as bright as lightning in the night.

This sword came first, but it was extremely fast, but the true yuan power contained in it was not strong, because the sword body of this sword had a natural power to annihilate the vitality.

Originally, the sword owner was supposed to be a terrifying assassin, and his sword should be able to directly pierce through the True Yuan defenses of many cultivators.

However, this sword had no effect on Lin Yi.

Because he didn't have a true element to break in the first place, and his perception was strong enough to catch any trajectory of this sword's flight.

So at the moment when he picked up the extremely heavy black sword, his other hand stretched out, directly grabbing the sword in his hand as if he were grabbing lightning.

"Blue Water Sword!"

"Time Sword!"

"Poison Dragon!"

"Jiuyang Sword!"

Exclamations continued to sound behind Lin Yi.

As Lin Yi and this man fought, more high-level cultivators in the city had already arrived, and they recognized the many swords that flew towards Lin Yi.

These swords are very powerful, they are all famous swords that have left glorious achievements in the history of cultivators, just the appearance of these swords here at the same time is enough to shock these cultivators, and the most unimaginable thing is that the cultivator who fought with Lin Yi can almost perfectly simulate the swords of those sword masters back then.

Falling swords rained down.

Lin Yi faced this sword rain.

The rocky ground around him was bursting and crumbling, but he stood still like a rock in the rapids.

All these cultivators were shocked to see that all these swords that stabbed at Lin Yi were either picked up or cut off, all of them useless!