Although it is a flying sword of the same person's envoy, it has a completely different form.

Previously, this sword spun violently, pursuing pure power that low-realm cultivators could not compete with, but at this moment, in addition to speed, this sword pursued a true element method that normal sword methods did not have.

When the flying sword that was quietly hidden under the roof tiles flew out at a terrifying speed, with the crazy indoctrination of the woman in red at the expense of the true yuan, the sword qi overflowing from the runes on the sword body condensed, forming two crescent-shaped blades.

Therefore, the woman in red turned into three with one sword, like three sword lights falling towards Rong Yi and Bai Yuelu at the same time.

Bai Yuelu's figure disappeared in place like a ghost, but in an instant, there was an opening on her body, and blood continued to flow out of it.

Rong Yi's body was intact, and all his reactions were much slower than Bai Yuelu's, and only then did he sense that Bai Yuelu was injured, and his already clenched teeth were clenched even tighter, and his clenched fists trembled uncontrollably.

The Demon Sect's subordinates swept such a picture in the afterglow of their eyes, and seeing that the three swords of that kind only brought out a not serious wound on Bai Yuelu's body, a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

He finally understood who taught Lin Yi this somewhat familiar footwork.

It's just that at this time, he can't be allowed to have more thoughts.

There was a crackling sound, and Lin Yi's knife had already slashed at his eyebrows.

He couldn't hold his sword with his right hand, and the true yuan in his body was naturally shaken, but the strong willpower still allowed him to restrain the severe pain caused by the chaotic and concussive true yuan walking in the meridians, and his left hand didn't seem to have any extra movements, but his wrist shook, and the iron staff suddenly shook into a semicircle, and the head of the staff smashed the knife that Lin Yi slashed into his eyes from the bottom to the top.

There was a very dull sound in the air, like an iron armor that had been thickly wrapped around and then hit by a boulder.

The knife in Lin Yi's hand also flew out of his hand, but with a loud shout, he took another step forward, and the hand that lost the knife directly grabbed the body of the rod that was shocked back.

The bamboo hat on the head of this Demon Sect subordinate cracked two new openings, his brows furrowed deeply, his lips were red as blood, and deep shock welled up in the depths of his eyes, he had never met a cultivator with such a strong body, especially a cultivator under the Divine Mind Realm.

But the cultivator's body is flesh and blood, after all, it is not steel, some blood beads appeared between his lips, and a large amount of true yuan gushed out from the meridians of his left hand holding the iron staff, wanting to shatter Lin Yi's hand that grabbed his iron staff in one fell swoop!

One after another, the visible condensation of the true essence was like a ferocious beast surging along the body of the staff, and the moment it hit Lin Yi's palm, a sound almost cracking sounded in Lin Yi's palm.

This Demon Sect subordinate calmly drew his staff, in his imagination, Lin Yipi shattered his bones, he easily pulled out the staff, and then hit again.

However, he did not twitch.

Between the body of the staff and Lin Yi's fingers, a stream of smoke and dust burst out, in addition to his shattered true yuan, there was also some dark red mist that he couldn't understand that was not blood, but Lin Yi's fingers were not broken as he imagined, but tightened like iron claws.

He felt his staff dragging on a weight that he could hardly drag.

The unimaginable combat experience made him intuitively aware of danger, and with a muffled grunt, his disabled right hand slapped towards the staff, trying to add a few more points.

It's just that he didn't get his way.

Because both inside and outside of his body, the power that binds him is born.

Li Mo laughed and snorted.

The true yuan in his body surged out uncherished.

In the meridians in the body of this Demon Sect subordinate, there were more stone-like obstacles in an instant.

At the same time, the power of the magic circle that Rong Yi pulled also fell on him.

Rong Yi was furious.

He was a little helpless.

Because it was because he was protecting him, Bai Yuelu was injured, but he had no reason to have confidence in Bai Yuelu, he trusted Bai Yuelu and even used his body to protect himself, so he didn't care about the roaring flying sword at this time, but just poured all the power of anger on the body of this Demon Sect subordinate.

Trapped internally and externally, the movements of this Demon Sect subordinate were slightly stiff.

He never imagined that two young cultivators with such cultivation would be able to cause such trouble to him.

It was especially difficult for him to understand why Li Moxiao, whose entire lungs were filled with moss by his True Yuan Method, could still fight so tenaciously, because it was not just that he couldn't breathe, the extreme lack of oxygen and the concussion of True Yuan could completely make the Qi and Blood and True Yuan in this young cultivator's body completely lose control, and even make him die instantly.

But in this moment of lightning, he knew the answer.

Boom!

Like a storm crashing on the shore!

Lin Yi rushed up.

To be more precise, it was extremely violent and collided, and at the same time shot a sword.

The sword light reflected the sunlight and the distant firelight, which was extremely dazzling and enthusiastic.

He could feel the power of this sword.

So he didn't insist anymore, let go of the staff he was holding, gathered all the power he could call on at the moment, and slapped his palm towards the sword body.

The sword light met with his true yuan's swirling left palm.

This was the answer he had puzzled before.

Because Li Moxiao felt that Lin Yi could win.

Because he knew that Lin Yi could fight like this.

There were countless stinging sensations coming from the palms of this Demon Sect subordinate, and the pain made the flesh and blood behind him twitch unconsciously.

Then he heard the clear, piercing cracking of his metacarpal bones.

He knew that his metacarpal bones were truly shattered.

At this moment, he could bear these pains, so he only felt a strong emotion in his heart.

He lamented that such three young juniors could make themselves fight so hard, and even on the verge of killing themselves.

He even felt a little at the fighting spirit of these young people, which was an emotional emotion that even if he died, he would die a heroic death.

But at the same time, a cold voice still welled up in his heart, even so, you still have to die.

The bamboo hat on top of his head shattered completely.

Broken pieces of bamboo were scattered like snow.

His palms were completely deformed, and some broken bones pierced out of the back of his hand.

But with the momentum, his body flew backwards and lightly upside down.

With the cushion between these breaths, the moment Lin Yi's body continued to accelerate, the sleeves of his hands bulged.

The frantically gushing True Yuan turned his sleeves into two wind tunnels.

Countless wind blades rushed out like a waterfall.

The power of the magic circle that was entwined with him like countless water plants was crushed to pieces, and Rong Yi subconsciously raised his hand, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on his hand.

Lin Yi's pupils contracted suddenly.

These wind blades seemed to be exactly the same as the one that this Demon Sect subordinate had shot at the beginning, but in these wind blades, there were some flashes of metal and some completely different aura.

He subconsciously felt extremely dangerous.

Without any hesitation, he didn't immediately think about killing this Demon Sect subordinate who was still plundering, but resolutely screamed and slammed into these metal flashes mixed in the wind blade!

Bang Bang Bang .......

Like rain hitting plantains, there was a muffled sound.

The bamboo hat on the head of this Demon Sect subordinate was shattered, and his true face had been completely revealed, there was not a single hair on his head, there was a strange ring mark on his head, and his face was full of traces of wind and frost and asceticism, and he was actually a rare ascetic monk in the desert.

A mouthful of blood had already poured out from between his lips and teeth, but at this moment, his shrunken right hand slashed, and there was a crackling sound.

A piece of metal flash in the wind blade suddenly changed the direction of travel, folded towards Lin Yi's neck, and pierced into Lin Yi's flesh and blood.