Lin Yizhi sneered, as if he regarded the ten hat killers in front of him as nothing, and pointed with his hand: "Don't bother, you ten can go together!"

The Chixiao Immortal Sword that was tightly wrapped in a horizontal hand, and the indomitable momentum appeared monstrously.

The ten hats were all stunned, and they were timid for no reason, and they stood in place and seemed a little hesitant.

It's no wonder that these people originally thought that there were many people, but this Lin Yizhi was just a teenager, and it was expected that he would only be able to capture him.

However, Lin Yizhi was only one against six, and the thunderous method really made them feel that although this young man was young, he was simply possessed by a demonic god.

Of the six hat assassins, three were lucky enough to dodge the yellow mang's broadsword that had just counterattacked, and the other three were all hit by the broadsword, although they were still humming and moaning on the ground, but the wound was shocking, and it was expected that they would not live long.

On the second floor of this listening to Shui Xuan, there are more than a dozen hat-beating assassins, staggering and miserable.

Slaughtering themselves with their own knives, such a means is ruthless and powerful.

Since Lin Yizhi's shot, six people have been seriously injured and four have lost their lives. However, less than a quarter of an hour has passed.

Where is this where they besieged Lin Yizhi, it was clearly a one-sided massacre.

It belongs to Lin Yi's heroic and brutal massacre.

With such a method, Mo said that they were frightened, and they had a little sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox, even the man in purple was more and more surprised by Lin Yizhi, his brows were furrowed, and the gesture of eating tea was not as calm as Fang Cai.

Seeing this, Lin Yizhi sneered: "I am all of you hard-hearted, who would have thought that you were still afraid of death, I have never killed anyone in my life, and today I want blood to splash this Shui Xuan!"

After that, he waved the tightly wrapped Chixiao Immortal Sword and said, "Don't worry, it's your turn soon!"

The ten hat-hatted assassins had a grim look on their faces, gritted their teeth, and simply went up desperately.

With a soft sound of "bang ......", the purple-clothed man put the tea bowl on the table, slowly stood up, and waved his hand at the ten hat assassins who wanted to fight hard, and said in a low and gloomy voice: "Waste...... It's so embarrassing to deal with this nobody...... In vain the Lord's cultivation of you...... Don't even go there and die!"

When these ten people heard this, they first looked ashamed, and then took two steps back, leaving space for the purple-clothed man, and in this process, several people actually showed joy on their faces, and there was no such happy thing in the world.

The purple-clothed man stood a foot in front of Lin Yizhi, looking at him motionlessly, speechless for a while, but the coldness on his body became more and more intense.

Nangong Yijin couldn't hold back a little anymore, walked a few steps forward, stood side by side with Lin Yizhi, shook the rag in his hand, smiled, and said with an obscene look: "Alas, I said that purple eggplant, where is your silent kung fu master? Why don't you worship me as a teacher, how about I pass on all the things I have learned from this body to you?"

Lin Yi's heart was funny, he felt that this Nangong old man's mouth was too bad, and it was time to fight hard, and he still had the heart to joke.

Lin Yizhi secretly whispered to him: "Old Niubi, why didn't you escape by yourself while I was fighting with them?"

Nangong Yijin glared at him and said: "I, Nangong Zhenren, am no one, although I still have a shallow relationship with you, but the matter of escaping in danger, Lao Dao resolutely does not do! Besides, this group of waste snacks is not enough for you to pull ......."

Lin Yizhi said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that the purple-clothed man is not easy to deal with, you might as well take a hexagram and see where he comes from." ”

Nangong Yijin glanced at him, but didn't answer, and said in his own throat: "Hey...... Twenty grasshoppers, ten died, the little brother's means are good, second only to the old man...... Now that this purple eggplant is peeled alive, a cloud will disperse, little brother work hard!"

He boasted about himself, but he didn't seem to feel ashamed at all, and the thickness of his cheek made Lin Yizhi quite speechless to him. However, he compared those with bamboo hats to grasshoppers, and the man in purple to the man in purple, which is also appropriate.

"Bang Bang Bang-" The motionless man in purple slowly clapped three times at Lin Yizhi.

Frightened, Nangong Yijin shrank his neck, thinking that he was going to do something to himself, so he was so panicked that he hid in the corner again.

The purple-clothed man's voice was fluctuating, empty and flickering, without a trace of vitality: "Your name is Lin Yizhi, if you remember well, three years ago you were just a small character who can be repelled, but I didn't think that the surprise you brought me three years later was unexpected, just now I saw that your breath seems to have changed, and the momentum of the whole person has changed, if I expected it to be good, your cultivation has made a breakthrough, look at your breath, now it should be in the realm of the Great Perfection of Expelling." If he is really a heroic boy, he broke through in the fight with others, which really impressed me!"

There was not the slightest hint of ridicule in his tone, and there was some genuine appreciation.

If Lin Yizhi didn't go through his reminder, he really didn't feel the change in his cultivation level, he reminded him, he secretly ran the meridians, and sure enough, the true qi in the dantian had changed somewhat, although the thickness of the true qi had not changed substantially, but the natal true yuan was much more refined.

In the depths of this pure true qi, there was a faint hint of light blue light, although the color of that light light was quite similar to the Qi of Annihilation in Lin Yi's dantian, but he knew that this light blue light was definitely not the Qi of Annihilation.

The Qi of Silence was a flow of air like the True Qi that he had absorbed, and this pale blue light shone brightly, like substance.

Lin Yizhi suddenly understood that this light blue mangie should be the prototype of Jindan, and when he cultivated Jindan and stepped into the realm of Jindan, this light blue mangie should be the Dan core of Jindan in his body.

But he was also quite puzzled in his heart, he had heard his master and senior brother Zeng Ruijin tell him that the so-called Jin Dan should be a golden Yuan Dan, and the condition in his body is Cheng Dan, and the color of that Dan can only be blue.

Lin Yizhi simply ignored it, the aura in his body was already very strange, and now was the time to fight the enemy, so let it go.

It's better to have Dan than no Dan, Lin Yizhi thought.

It's just that when Lin Yizhi heard the second half of the purple-clothed man's words, his heart was shocked, three years ago, he was indeed the first to drive things, why did this purple-clothed man know so clearly.

His voice was cold, and Lin Yi said word by word: "You saw me three years ago, who are you?"

The man in purple smiled coldly and suddenly: "I haven't seen you, it doesn't matter, and even if you break through, what can you do, the Great Perfection of Exorcism is still the realm of exorcism after all." It's just a pity, it's a pity, you're going to die soon......"

The word dead, he actually raised his tone, as if it was something that made him extremely happy.

Lin Yi said word by word: "You are not bad, seeing your subordinates being sent to death one by one, you are still so calm, your bearing is also worthy of my respect!"

As soon as the respectful character Fang exited, the right leg quickly kicked towards a jar of daughter red in the corner.

"Hum-" sound, the altar of daughter red was kicked into the air by him, spinning and slashing towards the purple-clothed man.

As the altar daughter red fell rapidly in mid-air, Lin Yizhi's afterimage flickered and suddenly punched.

The shadow of the fist was like the wind, and the daughter Hong, who was following the altar that was rushing away, was only half an inch away from the front and back, and smashed towards the purple-clothed man.

Seeing that he suddenly burst out, the man in purple just looked at it with a sneer, and said lightly: "Attack invisibly, you did a good job!"

His posture is that he can't dodge or dodge.

When the daughter Hongtong fist was about to smash on the door of his face, he casually stretched out his arm lightly towards the fist shadow of his oncoming daughter Hong and the powerful Lin Yizhi.

It doesn't take as much effort as wiping the beads of sweat off your forehead.

Lin Yizhi's fist also arrived immediately, and without any pause, he chiseled through the fast-falling daughter Hong's punch, and then pressed it against the softly raised palm of the purple-clothed man.

"Smack...... Boom - "The red wine jar of the daughter fired by the mud was shattered instantly, and the full wine was like a pearl sprinkled in the sun, and in an instant, the unique wine aroma of the daughter red overflowed and lasted for a long time.

As soon as Lin Yizhi's fist pierced through the wine jar and touched the purple-clothed man's palm, he felt a huge force that seemed to be overwhelming towards him.

He felt for a moment that he seemed to be galloping and stumbling headlong into a mountain, and he was unsteady on his feet, his body retreated several feet, and he fell from mid-air.

Lin Yi knew that it was not good, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to stand firm. But he still pedaled six or seven steps back.

At the wrist, there was a numbing pain, and Lin Yizhi couldn't help but didn't shout.

And although the man in purple was so casual, the situation at this time was not as easy as just now, and he walked crookedly, and he also took two steps back.

The man in purple stood still, looked at Lin Yizhi in disbelief, and suddenly sighed: "Boy, you are really not bad, you can make me go backwards......"

Lin Yizhi endured the pain and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You are ...... too"

Although Lin Yizhi didn't have too much abnormality on the surface, he was already shocked in his heart, this purple-clothed man blocked so casually, and easily dissolved his imposing punch silently, he didn't exert all his strength, he was already shocked back more than a dozen steps, what if he tried his best?

Parry? Maybe you don't even have a chance to parry.

But the arrow is on the bow, he Lin Yizhi has never been a person who admits defeat easily.

Big deal, fight with him with the Demon Heart of Silence!

Lin Yizhi made up his mind, crossed the very strict Chixiao Immortal Sword, and said coldly: "Come on...... Today, let me learn the skills of you, a hard-hearted man. ”

And Nangong Yijin in the corner stood up slowly, staring at the purple-clothed man in front of him with good eyes, and gradually revealed a look of disbelief, and then, the expression in his eyes became more and more solemn.

He began to feel uneasy in his heart, very uneasy.

Because he seemed to think of the identity of this man in purple, and even more thought of what kind of person he called the Lord.

The man in purple shook his head and said, "Boy, you are too arrogant, you haven't even been able to use a sword at this point...... I seem to be a little interested in the sword in your package......"

There was a sudden empty trance in the eyes of the man in purple, as if he had been robbed of his soul in an instant.

In an instant, a poignant laughter resounded in the sky above the entire Tingshui Xuan, and the miserable laughter was poignant and cold, like a soul underground, wrapped in boundless resentment and anger.

There seemed to be a faint sound in the depths of Lin Yizhi's soul, "buzz-buzz-buzz" The sound became clearer and clearer, like a wave, wave after wave knocking on Lin Yizhi's soul.

In the depths of his soul, Lin Yizhi seemed to have heard the cold lament that seemed to come from the ground.

"Let's let you feel what the breath of death is!" The man in purple didn't seem to make a sound, but Lin Yizhi clearly felt that in his soul, an evil voice belonging to him with an invisible death breath suddenly sounded hollowly.

Lin Yiyi covered his ears, and a miserable feeling hit his heart, and he lost his mind almost instantly.

His eyebrows stood up, and he stubbornly repelled the purple-clothed man like the sound of death underground. Leng said: "What kind of evil magic technique, you can't see the righteousness and light!"

The voice fell, and the laughter in the sky above Shui Xuan was louder.

The clouds were gloomy, and the laughter seemed to be mixed with a faint ghost cry.

The cold breath completely enveloped Tingshui Xuan, and the sunlight outside didn't seem to dare to approach, and there was a haze in Tingshui Xuan.

The man in purple suddenly turned around in the midst of a miserable laugh. The empty purple clothes fluttered at once, and there was some seductive charm.

As he turned around, a layer of purple mist appeared hazy above and below his body, enveloping his figure a little blurred.

Lin Yi didn't say a word, and tried his best to keep his soul awake. He knew that if he hadn't tried his best, he would have been swept away by the grim laughter that was like a ghost crying.

The soul is forever fallen, and there is no reincarnation.

Isn't it dangerous for Nangong to be like this, Lin Yizhi's secret way is not good, and he turned around, but saw Nangong Yijin standing straight in the corner, with a solemn expression, staring at the purple-clothed man in front of him with burning eyes.

He wasn't even affected?

Lin Yizhi didn't dare to be distracted, he expected that maybe it was the tragic laughter of the people in purple who was like death, but it only had an impact on cultivators who had cultivation.

The purple mist gradually dissipated. The figure of the purple-clothed man gradually appeared, and Lin Yizhi suddenly found that in front of him, the only purple-clothed man had become three when the purple mist dissipated!

Three people in purple who are exactly the same, with the same eyes and movements. It's just that Lin Yizhi seems to feel that there doesn't seem to be the slightest anger on the bodies of these three purple-clothed people, they are all lifeless, and their vitality is cut off, like dead things.

But it was exactly the same three purple-clothed people who were like dead things, but they stood in front of him with such gloom.

With a deadly atmosphere of decay, he spoke at the same time, his voice was empty, without the slightest inhibition and frustration, like a pool of stagnant water: "You...... Do you want to see the weak water of the Yellow Spring?"

Lin Yizhi's heart was broken, and he didn't have the slightest confidence in defeating this lifeless guy now, but he knew that if he didn't fight, he would not be able to retreat with his whole body.

There is only a fight to the death.

Lin Yizhi snorted coldly and said, "Crooked and heretical, I want to lift your veil and see if you are a human or a ghost!"

After that, the horizontal sword has to fight hard.

Suddenly, he felt that someone behind him was pulling his clothes, and Lin Yizhi turned his head to see that it was Nangong Yijin.

Lin Yizhi was a little puzzled: "Old Dao, what are you doing?"

Nangong Yijin's expression was solemn, and his usual playful and tired expression was not seen at all, and he said in a low voice: "You can't beat him, and if you rush up, you will be sent to death." ”

Lin Yiyi was stunned and said: "Then what should I do, if I can't fight, I have to fight, I can't just tie my hands!"

Nangong Yijin shook his head and said, "Do you know what his lifeless exercises are?"

Lin Yizhi glared at him and said, "How do I know, don't you know?" secretly thought in his heart, this bull's nose was playing tricks again, so he was going to turn his head to face the enemy.

Nangong Yijin nodded and said, "Of course I know, this technique of his is called a ghost laugh......

Lin Yizhi's eyes lit up, seeing that his expression didn't look like nonsense, he hurriedly said, "Do you know how to break it?"

Nangong Yijin nodded, and then smiled bitterly: "I know it doesn't help...... His ghostly smile only has two powers, if it is a cultivator above the Yuan Infant, he should be able to break it, but you ......"

Nangong Yijin looked at him a few times and didn't say any more.

Lin Yizhi understood what he meant, but he was not angry, his cultivation knew better than anyone else, this was a kind reminder from this old way, so as not to lose his life in vain.

It's just that the more this is the case, the more anxious Lin Yizhi becomes, and said in a low voice: "If you don't fight, you can't beat it, you can't beat it, you can't expect him to stop." ”

Nangong Yijin shook his head and said: "You listen to me, for a while, you will only attack the purple-clothed clone on the right, remember not to look at his eyes when attacking." And I can only attack one sword, whether I succeed or not, I must quickly retreat to the window on the left side, and then I have my own plan!"

Lin Yizhi wanted to ask again, but Nangong Yijin didn't wait for him to speak, but changed the look of the hippie smile again, and kept waving his hand to fan the wind in front of him, while muttering: "It's too hot, it's hot to death for me." ”

As he spoke, he walked towards the window on the left, and reached out and quietly opened the window.

In fact, where will it be hot, the house is cold and quiet, not to mention hot, it is as cold as the underground makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The three identical purple-clothed men said coldly: "Don't worry, I'll take you into the Yellow Spring Road in a while, where you won't be hot anymore......"

Lin Yizhi snorted coldly and said: "Alarmist, let's talk about it after fighting!"

The words fell, and the wrapped long sword came out of the hole like a snake, and an afterimage attacked the purple-clothed man on the left.

Seeing this, Nangong Yijin hurriedly shouted at the top of his voice: "Lin Yizhi, it's wrong! It's wrong! I said that you should attack the one on the right!"

Only Lin Yizhi's words came from mid-air: "It's too late......"

The afterimage flashed, and Lin Yizhi was already bullied in front of the purple-clothed man on the right.

The wrapped Chixiao Immortal Sword was raised above his head and slashed down.

Lin Yizhi actually remembers it clearly, but he is also quite stubborn, the old cow's nose asked me to hit his right, I attacked his right, he asked me to retreat with one sword, I just made two swords!

I'm going to see what this can do.

His spirit is that of a newborn calf.

Swinging the sword, the heart is awe-inspiring.

A sword ......

The purple-clothed man on the right suddenly said, "Do you dare to look me in the eye?"

Lin Yi's heart tightened, he seemed to feel that his consciousness was suddenly out of his control, and he made up his mind not to look at his eyes, but at this moment, he had a strong urge to look at him.

"Don't look!" Lin Yi roared, his spirit was shocked, and his body drew a strange arc in mid-air, and the sword that was originally whistling also followed his body and instantly struck towards the purple-clothed man on the right.

The sword aura is awe-inspiring, like wind and mist.

Two Swords......

The purple-clothed man on the right seemed to be a little jealous, driving the other two with the same figure, and took two steps back, as if to avoid Lin Yizhi's powerful sword.

Who would have thought that after Lin Yizhi's two swords, without delay, the afterimage flickered, retreated more than three feet away, and was standing under the window on the left.

The window had already been opened by Nangong Yijin, and it was as miserable as paper money outside.

The two swords retreated one by one, electric and flint, crisp and neat.

Lin Yizhi turned his head and shouted at Nangong Yijin, "How about now?"

Seeing this, Nangong Yijin shouted: "What else, run, stay here and wait for death......"

Lin Yizhi thought that Nangong Yijin had some tricks, but he didn't want to make such a move, so he couldn't help but lose his momentum.

Just wanted to speak, I saw Nangong Yijin's hands rushing out of his arms as if he was desperate, and the yellow paper rain in the sky fell one after another.

The yellow paper rain completely covered Nangong Yijin and Lin Yizhi in an instant.

Lin Yizhi smiled and said, "Old Dao...... You don't want money for this thatched paper? You let me attack him with one sword, and now two swords, how about it?"

Nangong Yijin ignored him, and there were words in his mouth, and when he finished reading, he said angrily: "If you play like this again, the old way will not care about you anymore!"

The words fell, and the three purple-clothed phantoms who had just retreated attacked at the same time, and the wind gusted.

In the blink of an eye, Nangong Yijin and Lin Yizhi seemed to feel that the faces of the three purple-clothed phantoms were almost sticking to them.

Nangong Yijin shouted: "Close your eyes...... Don't look at him!"

Both closed their eyes at the same time. Lin Yizhi only felt a roar of ghosts in his ears, and it was endless. In front of him, he could even feel the cold dead and rotting aura of the purple-clothed man.

Lin Yizhi secretly thought, I am afraid that this man in purple is already only a millimeter away from him.

However, the purple-clothed man saw his hands, but a dazzling white light suddenly appeared in front of him. The white light was blazing, and the three purple-clothed phantoms had to cover their eyes with their hands at the same time.

The white light slowly dissipated, and when I looked for the figures of Lin Yizhi and Nangong Yijin again, it seemed as if they had disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace.

"Buzz......" The purple mist rose again, and after the purple mist dissipated, the original three identical purple-clothed figures were finally left with only one.

The man in purple slowly walked to the window and looked out coldly.

I saw that on the avenue outside Shui Xuan, there were already crowds of people, and countless people were shouting, but no one dared to break in.

But among those many there was no trace of the man he was looking for.

The sunlight regained its original warmth, shining in front of the purple-clothed man, but it could not drive away the increasingly thick chill in his eyes.

"Five Ghost Handling Technique......" The purple-clothed man squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth. "I underestimated that Taoist priest......"

Suddenly, his arms shook gently into the void, his movements erratic and strange.

And his figure suddenly rose slowly into the air, as if it was not his bones and flesh that floated, but just a strange soul.

He had words in his mouth, like the chant of a ghost.

Suddenly, a green glow appeared in the palm of his hand. The green glow instantly grew. But in a moment, it was more than a foot long.

Suddenly, the green light turned into a green paper figure. Suspended in mid-air, his body was the size of a baby, but his body exuded a cold and terrifying aura. As soon as the green paper figure appeared, he bowed to the purple-clothed man floating in mid-air, and his voice was suppressed and sharp: "Master...... What do you command?"

The man in purple bowed his head and said a few words beside the green paper man. The green paper man nodded, and when he turned around, the green light flashed and disappeared.

The purple-clothed man's gloomy voice suddenly sounded: "Look how you can escape the palm of my chasing puppet......"

With a wave of his hand, the purple-clothed man and the ten hat-piercing assassins disappeared in an instant. Even the dead and wounded hatsters are gone.

Listening to Shui Xuan's dead silence, it was as if this group of ghost-like people had never appeared.

It's just that mess, which seems to be silently witnessing all the horrors of Fang Cai......

For a long time, on the second floor of Tingshuixuan, which had long been empty, two lights and shadows flashed, and two people appeared silently.

These two people, one is a lean little old man, with a thin body and a dry face. The other seemed to have a difficult face, but his snow-white hair was particularly conspicuous.

The thin old man let out a long sigh and said to the white-headed shadow, "How to ......"

The white-headed shadow seemed to be quite unconcerned: "The skills are good, but the cultivation is ......"

The thin old man seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and reprimanded: "It's so ambitious, when will you be able to calm down!"

After that, he seemed to say to himself, "In this way, I can go back with confidence......

Touched the white-headed figure with his hand and said: "This place will be handed over to you, you can go and have a look, so as not to go on a business trip, if the matter is urgent, you can also show up......"

The white-headed figure nodded, as if asking, "What about the person who gets in the way?"

A cold light suddenly shot out of the thin old man's eyes: "The dry bones in the mound, the clown jumping beam, if it is really an eyesore, don't hesitate, kill it is ......"

The white-headed figure listened, waved respectfully, slowly retreated, and disappeared in an instant.

In the empty listening water pavilion, only the thin old man remained, flowing silently out of the window, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what to think about.