"You don't need to know this!" Lin Ming said with an indifferent expression, and then his hands and eyes were quick, and before Situ Xin was about to turn around, he continuously suppressed and carried out a sneak attack.

"Ahh

"You're really damned!" At this time, Situ Xin was furious, and he wanted to kill Lin Ming.

Everyone in the ancestral land was watching, looking at Situ Xin, who was already a little embarrassed at the moment, Situ Xin, who had always regarded himself as a saint, of course would not endure this humiliation!

"What! Even Elder Situ Xin can't help this demon!" someone in the ancestral land was shocked by this.

"Don't talk nonsense, it was just Elder Situ Xin warming up just now, and the good show is still to come! Once Elder Situ Xin is really angry and uses a killer move, I believe that when the time comes, this demon will definitely die and have no place to be buried!" Some people also retorted, still blindly supporting Situ Xin, thinking that Lin Ming was just the end of a strong crossbow, useless, just a papier-mâché tiger, and after a while, it would inevitably reveal flaws.

"Snow Demon Knife!" Situ Xin spat blood on the ground, he was repelled just now, causing him to be seriously injured, but fortunately, he had already stepped into the holy realm with half of his feet, and now he had cultivated half of the holy body.

I suffered at Lin Ming's hands just now, as Situ Xin, who often calls himself a "saint", now he is annoyed and ruthless about it!

It can be said that Situ Yan was holding back his anger at this time, and he urgently needed to find a place to vent!

"You forced me! Die for me!" Situ Xin suddenly raised the big knife in his hand, and at the same time, the corners of his mouth trembled, he didn't know what he was talking about, but he could see that he was reciting a spell to prepare for the next ultimate suppression.

Brush! Brush!

......

The Snow Devil Knife was in Situ Xin's hand, constantly trembling, and then in mid-air, several sword shadows hung down, each sword shadow was fifty meters long, full of domineering, making people dare not look directly!

"These three Snow Demon Sword Shadows are the limit of what I can condense at the moment, they are the real saint golden body, and I also have the confidence to regret it, let alone your mere Returning Void Cultivator!" Situ Xin said with a contemptuous expression, and between his words, the ridicule of Lin Ming was obvious.

It's too late, it's too soon!

The shadow of the Snow Demon Sword was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, he began to attack, one after another, and quickly rushed towards Lin Ming's location.

However, what was strange was that in front of these knife shadows, Lin Ming did not have a sense of fear, but instead clenched his fists and squeaked his fingers.

"The sword is coming!" Lin Ming said in a low voice.

Whoop!

The Blood Drinking Sword and the Sword Spirit suspended in mid-air, after hearing Lin Ming's call, rushed towards Lin Ming with great excitement.

WhewW......

Whether it is the blazing flame or the purple ripples, at the moment, they are all released, especially the blood-drinking sword, this product really deserves to be a demigod level, the blood-red light is very dazzling, radiant, enveloping Lin Ming, and constantly strengthening the shield.

Boom! Boom!

However, in the blink of an eye, the Snow Demon Blade Shadow Flow struck in front of Lin Ming one after another, but it did not touch his physical body, because there was a shield in the middle to block, so it was completely neutralized.

"I'll take you to sacrifice my Blood Drinking Sword!" Lin Ming sneered, the opportunity was rare at the moment, the Blood Drinking Sword had broken the seal, and the blood qi had been released, if he didn't find a place to vent, even he, as the master, would not be able to suppress it.

Although Situ Xin is only a false saint, he is also a monk with an ordinary holy body, and it is a good sacrifice to sacrifice him to the blood-drinking sword.

The purple ripples were now completely violent, with Lin Ming as the center, spreading wildly in all directions.

"It's not good! No wonder this demon has always had nothing to fear me, it turns out that he has a demigod weapon in his hand!" After the blood-drinking sword broke the seal, it was too powerful, dozens of times stronger than the original, even the pseudo-saint Situ Xin couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle at this moment.

The demigod weapon is very incredible, once promoted, it will be able to slaughter gods and demons, and the Three Realms will be invincible!

Although the Blood Drinking Sword is currently only a quasi-artifact, it has killed secondary divine beasts before, drank the blood of divine beasts, and the soul has been cultivated, but it lacks a divine soul and has not awakened, but even so, this is definitely not something that a saint can provoke casually.

Situ Xin was born in a famous family, and he has known the history of the wasteland since he was a child, and he has always avoided the artifact, lest he lose his life because of cause and effect.

"Kill!" Lin Ming frowned, because he saw that Situ Xin was obviously a little scared at this time, and once again used the martial art of "Heavenly Fire Meteor Fist" to summon the Fire Tiger Body Protector, hoping to be able to resist Lin Ming's attack, but when Lin Ming held a double sword and went to kill Situ Xin, Situ Xin suddenly realized that he was so stupid just now, it was simply stupid and ridiculous, Lin Ming didn't have a demigod weapon before, he could solve the Fire Tiger in an instant, and now he has a demigod weapon in his hand, so he will naturally not use it anymore. Sky Fire Meteor Fist" in the eyes.

"It's really not good, you just choose to blow yourself up, it just so happens that right now I also want to see how much shock the pseudo-saint will cause after detonating the body!" Lin Ming sneered, and began to mock Situ Xin like Situ Xin's rampant posture just now.

Not to mention that Situ Xin was a monk who had stepped into the Holy Realm with half a foot, and in his frustration, Situ Xin finally broke off the idea of retreating to the ancestral land, suddenly raised the Blood Demon Knife, and continued to play the "Heavenly Fire Meteor Fist", constantly summoning one fire tiger after another.

"What kind of martial arts are you, how can you be so domineering!"

"This is the family's secret technique, the Heavenly Fire Meteor Fist, if I can cultivate to the Transformation Realm, it will be enough to blow up your physical body!"

Lin Ming swallowed his saliva, and after a few fights, he found that he liked this kind of martial art of the primeval fierce tiger master killing very much.

After Situ Xin launched an attack like a raging storm, his mind suddenly calmed down a lot.

The martial art of "Heavenly Fire Meteor Fist" is very perverted and extremely powerful, and it is the most powerful martial art that Lin Ming has ever seen.

But on the other hand, in fact, this "Heavenly Fire Meteor Fist" also has a disadvantage, that is, after the spell is cast, the monk will have a short period of weakness.

At this time, Situ Xin was pale and hurriedly devouring the elixir.

"Although your punching technique is very domineering, in front of my blood-drinking sword, it is just a mantis arm as a car!" Lin Ming waved his arm, threw out the blood-drinking sword, and controlled the remote slashing of Situ Xin!