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Without the slightest hesitation, the light trace immortal sword flashed, and it slashed straight down towards the sleepy Hu Feng from mid-air.

The sword was sharp, with Lin Yizhi's heart full of hatred and killing. The sword had already fallen, but the sword shadow drew a strange arc in mid-air.

Hu Feng's ears suddenly felt a wild roar, and when he turned his head to look behind him with the lights on, his eyes widened in horror in an instant, and there was a scene in his eyes that made him feel so frightened before.

The man behind him, the man he had caricatured as a fool and believed in his powerlessness, stood less than three steps from him.

It was this person he had never looked down upon, with murderous intent and bloodthirstiness, who was wielding the sword in his hand, and the sword was sharp, locking all his retreats.

His eyes were blue that he had never seen before, and there was boundless coldness and disdain in that blue.

Even the original submissive and even somewhat stupid momentum on this person's body has completely changed, and now standing in front of him is an existence like a Nine Heavens Killing God, and in that sword, what is reflected is his ruthless mockery and disdain for himself.

And what Hu Feng didn't want to admit was that this self-respecting momentum actually came from him-Lin Yizhi!

However, Hu Feng had to admit that Lin Yizhi in front of him seemed to be very different from Fang Cai, and the aura exuded from his body made him feel a little terrifying.

Lin Yizhi stood there, spotless, and when Hu Feng saw it, he felt that this person was surging with murderous intent and covered in blood.

The whistling sword was whizzing down on him. Before the sword arrived, the coldness on the blade seemed to have pierced the barrier between the air and his body, and went straight into his soul.

A cold and arrogant voice came out of Lin Yizhi's mouth, and the voice seemed to be distant and vast, like the chant of an underground soul: "Hu Feng!

Subconsciously, Hu Feng thought of escaping!

But he was desperate to find that there was no escape. The shadow of the lightly marked immortal sword like rain formed a substantial sky net in mid-air, which had already completely covered him.

Hu Feng panicked and shouted: "Lin Yizhi, you are crazy!"

However, the falling immortal sword in Lin Yizhi's hand did not stop at all, and still maintained its initial downward speed. It's just that the corners of his mouth suddenly flashed with a cold sneer, and the dead and deep voice came from the sword roar again: "Hu Feng, I'm crazy...... What it feels like I'm crazy for you, isn't it, very, wonderful?"

The last three words turned out to be an upward tone, word by word.

This is clearly a blatant mockery and ridicule.

Hu Feng was completely enraged by Lin Yizhi's mocking words, and between the lightning and flint, his heart sank, and he had already regained his due calm.

He usually owes something, but that doesn't mean he's a coward. Hu Feng is also the chief disciple of the first line.

The chief disciple should have the pride and glory of the chief disciple.

The corners of Hu Feng's mouth suddenly crossed a trace of ruthlessness, and suddenly roared: "Lin Yizhi, sneak attack with me behind the back, what kind of hero is it, today, if you don't understand the truth that the chief is always the chief and the waste is always the waste, I, Hu Feng, will be a disciple of the worries in vain!"

After that, his body burst up and roared: "Kang Hong!"

With a long roar, the fairy sword that flashed red light behind him burst out.

Hu Feng's figure retreated more than ten zhang in this sword roar, and an afterimage belonging to him crossed the space of more than ten zhang.

Holding the sword in his hand, Hu Feng's eyes were full of scorching battle intent, and his voice was extremely heroic: "Lin Yizhi, if you want to fight, you will come, and today I will let you know that waste will always be waste!"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he also raised his head and laughed wildly, although he was laughing, the laughter was cold and bloodthirsty.

The laughter made Hu Feng's already calm mood suddenly become nervous again.

His voice trembled a little, and Hu Feng pointed at his sword: "Lin Yizhi, what are you laughing at?

Lin Yizhi suddenly raised his head and stared at Hu Feng, and said word by word: "Agree, of course I agree, it's just that you are going to die completely in the hands of waste, Hu Feng, do you say you are more pathetic!"

Hu Feng still wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that the figure in front of him flickered, as if he was dazzled, and when he looked at it again, Lin Yizhi's figure had come to a distance of less than an inch in front of him.

The light mark fairy sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting venom, and it roared towards him with the deadliest danger.

The sword flashed, and it was in front of him.

Hu Feng wanted to hide, but he was already in the sky.

"You...... When did you become so fast?" Hu Feng's heart was already filled with fear, and he suddenly found that the cultivation he was proud of was not worth mentioning at all in front of Lin Yizhi.

He was like an old boy who played with naughty, and easily cut off all his ways of life.

One sword, only one sword. It was so easy that he didn't have to use a second sword at all.

What made Hu Feng feel even more frustrated was that he didn't see when Lin Yizhi moved. A moment ago, he was still ten feet away from him, but in an instant, he had already come to his side, and he also sent such an earth-shattering blow.

At this moment, Hu Feng's heart was like ashes. He was defeated, and even that life was lost to that piece of waste that he had never faced!

The Light Trace Immortal Sword flashed with a cold dark light, and the tip of the sword was gently pointing at Hu Feng's choked throat.

The chill from the tip of the sword made him instantly feel that his soul was frozen without reservation.

Hu Feng's heart suddenly tightened, waiting for the arrival of a great death.

The next moment, he was in a different place. Hu Feng closed his eyes and waited for death, but he was still a little unwilling in his heart.

He's just an idiot, trash!

He was still thinking.

With the horizontal sword in his hand, Lin Yizhi's strength is just right, if he is a little stronger, it will inevitably penetrate Hu Feng's throat, and if it is lighter, I am afraid that the tip of the sword will not be able to touch him.

However, the Light Trace Immortal Sword stopped at Hu Feng's choked throat like this, motionless, as if it had been frozen.

Hu Feng waited for a while before he slowly exhaled and opened his eyes gently.

saw that Lin Yizhi was holding his sword against his throat like this, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his face.

"You...... Why don't you kill me?"

Lin Yizhi smiled like that, with a fluttering coldness in his voice: "No, no, no! Wouldn't this kill you when you closed your eyes, wouldn't it be too fun......

Suddenly, his voice became murderous: "You say, wouldn't it be happier for you to see yourself die at the hands of a waste you think?"

Lin Yizhi's expression is like admiring a work of art that is about to lose his life and has been created by him.

Duanmu Ningque has been secretly running the Infinite Dao of Anxiety beside him, fighting against the surging and stubborn extinguishing qi in his body. The last trace of the aura of extinction was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, no matter how much she absorbed the aura in the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, the blue mang of the aura of extinction that seemed to be about to disappear was always stubbornly resisting, flickering tenaciously.

Lin Yizhi's every move was under Duanmu Ningque's eyes. At this moment, Hu Feng had already been pressed by Lin Yizhi's knife, Duanmu Ningque understood that Lin Yizhi now looked calm and bloodthirsty, but in fact, there was already a surging bloodthirsty killing intent in his soul, and he could use a little force at any time, and the sword in his hand would take away Hu Feng's life in an instant.

However, from the bottom of her heart, Duanmu Ningque did have contempt for the level of Hu Feng, the chief disciple, in her heart, to be able to become the chief disciple of the first line, although not all of them were as stunning as Chu Xiao, the original great disciple of Wangwu Peak, but the most unfortunate one had to be similar to Chen Gang of Forbidden Worry Peak.

However, this Hu Feng is also a little worse.

His performance made Duanmu Ningque a little more disdainful of the so-called glory of the chief.

That Lin Yizhi's all-out blow when the Demon Destroying Heart attacked, although it was strong, like thunder, but that Hu Feng couldn't even see when this sword was stabbed, isn't this just a piece of wood and cut down by others.

Duanmu Ningque is confident that if he were to be himself, although he would have to deal with it with ordinary hands and feet, he would not be like Hu Feng who would put himself in a place of no return.

Thinking about the arrogance of this person in Pingsuli, Duanmu Ning Que hated it, it was better to let him die at this time!

However, the person who killed him could not be Lin Yizhi.

Be quick, be quicker, completely suppress the breath of silence, and stop it from happening before things are completely irreparable.

Just when Duanmu Ningque was anxious, she suddenly felt the cold aura in her whole body retreat like a tide. Duanmu Ningque secretly probed into his dantian, and sure enough, he found that the dark blue aura in his dantian was shrinking rapidly, but after half a breath, that breath almost made Duanmu Ningque feel its existence.

Duanmu Ningque's spirit was shocked, and it seemed that the originally stubborn aura of silence was still suppressed by her.

Duanmu Ningque was overjoyed in his heart, and suddenly Lin Yizhi shouted in his ears: "Hu Feng, go die!"

Duanmu Ningque's joyful mood just now suddenly vanished. She looked up suddenly, and said secretly in her heart, no, he really can't wait!

However, it was still too late!

In Duanmu Ningque's eyes, Lin Yizhi's sword was still raised high, slashing towards Hu Feng like a mountain.

Maybe Hu Feng was still scared stupid, and he knew that it was useless to struggle with the living blood, so he looked up at the fairy sword that fell like thunder, and he didn't move.

Duanmu Ningque stomped his feet, and his body floated up.

Duanmu Ningque had the heart to float over to block it, but it was a little late to start, she floated over, and the sword naturally couldn't pierce Hu Feng, but it was just able to pierce her body impartially.

That's not Lin Yizhi, Duanmu Ningque can't block that sword for him. However, if Duanmu Ningque lets it go, then Hu Feng's life will really be lost, not because Hu Feng's life is important to Duanmu Ningque, but if Hu Feng is killed by Lin Yizhi, then Lin Yizhi will be implicated, and he will inevitably be sentenced to death at that time.

Hu Feng, she can ignore it, but Lin Yizhi can't ignore it.

In a hurry, Duanmu Ningque had no choice but to hold the Cangli Divine Sword behind him in his hand, and then threw it vigorously towards the Light Trace Immortal Sword that fell under Lin Yi.

When there was no room for it, the blue shadow danced, like a shock, and suddenly moved with the trajectory of the Excalibur.

"Be careful!-" Duanmu shouted suddenly.

I just don't know if she is reminding Hu Feng or Lin Yizhi when she shouts.

I could only hear an extremely sharp crisp sound of "bang-", and when Lin Yizhi lost all his senses, the sword that he swung out was hitting the sword body of the Cangli Divine Sword.

The sword light splashed everywhere, and the sword shadows flew.

If it was only in normal times, Lin Yizhi didn't say that it was hard to block the Cangli Divine Sword, it was the vast sword qi that broke through the sky, and he could shake his figure back without much effort.

However, this time is different from the past, Lin Yizhi's power to destroy the demon heart should not be underestimated, and he is in a state of chaos, with only the indomitable killing thought in his heart, where can he tell what is in front of him.

Even if the gods and Buddhas of the heavens come to stop me, slaughter it!

Therefore, the blow with all the power of the Silent Demon Heart completely smashed on the Cangli Divine Sword.

However, it was a sword of separation after all. How could the power under one blow be something that Lin Yizhi could bear.

Even if Lin Yizhi's Silent Demon Heart is now fully exerted, it is impossible to block the power of the Cangli Divine Sword.

The Light Trace Immortal Sword, which was originally descending like a thunderbolt, was smashed by the Cangli Divine Sword, and suddenly lost all its momentum, and instantly stayed in mid-air, motionless.

The cold light of the blade still flickered, reflecting on Hu Feng's death-like face.

Lin Yizhi's hand holding the sword also slowly stopped. The sword stopped in mid-air, and the hand was held up in mid-air.

The five fingers of that hand seemed to move a few times unwillingly, as if they wanted to hold the sword in their hand more firmly.

However, in an instant, it was like a mountain that soared into the sky, and it collapsed in an instant. The tumbling rubble fell quickly from the top of the sky into the abyss.

Lin Yizhi's hand trembled at a speed that was clearly visible to the naked eye, as if he had suddenly been hit hard, and all the power in his originally vigorous hand was stripped away.

However, Lin Yizhi seemed unwilling to give up just like that. He still seemed to be persevering in mobilizing all his strength, not letting the sword go down and falling into the dust.

He knows that the strong man, the sword is like life, and when the sword falls, how can people exist?

Therefore, even if you exhaust the strength of your whole body, you must hold the sword firmly in your hand.

Over the years, how many people have wanted their own lives, but my life is so easily humiliated and trampled on by those people?

I, no, serve!

Lin Yizhi's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty stubbornness. The sudden blow of the Cangli Divine Sword almost reversed his qi and blood, but he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from looking a little weak.

Slowly turning his head, he looked at Duanmu Ningque, who was extremely surprised behind him with burning eyes, and with a little concern, and said in a cold and low voice: "It's you, are you going to stop me from killing him?"

Duanmu Ningque was a little speechless by Lin Yizhi's murderous aura and cold words, and her heart was in turmoil, but in a trance, her heart calmed down again, and even her originally frightened eyes suddenly became like water and ice again, and even that tone was extremely indifferent: "It's me who is stopping you, Lin Yizhi, what are you doing?"

Lin Yizhi's eyes seemed to be a little confused and puzzled, and he looked slowly towards Duanmu Ningque. There seems to be a faint struggle in that confusion.

Why? Could it be that all the kindness she did to me was fake, and it was all a big lie? Could it really be that she was just cold and arrogant to me, which had never changed for me?

"Why?Duanmu, why are you doing this?" Lin Yizhi suddenly yelled.

Duanmu Ningque still said so lightly: "No, why...... It's just Lin Yizhi, you can't kill him!"

"You won't let me kill him?" Lin Yizhi's blue eyes were filled with deep incomprehension and doubt, "Duanmu, do you know how much shame and pain he has brought me! If it weren't for him, how could I be so cowardly?" Now, you actually stopped me and didn't let me kill him, Duanmu ......"

As he spoke, he was like crying blood, and his eyes looking at Duanmu Ningque were also full of incomparable pain and disappointment.

Duanmu Ningque's heart trembled, she knew that he was delirious and had long been blinded by the murderous thought. But those eyes full of murderous intent still recognized him at a glance.

He didn't lose his mind, at least he knew me!

But, Lin Yizhi, I can't let you kill him, even if you hate me, I can't!

Duanmu Ning Que made up his mind and didn't answer, just held his head high, looking at Lin Yizhi's cold eyes full of determination.

Lin Yizhi's voice became deeper and lower, as if muttering to himself: "Duanmu...... If there are thousands of people, ten thousand people who stop me from killing him, I will not take it seriously, and I will not be sad!"

"But, Duanmu, you're the only one ......!"

Duanmu sighed faintly, and there seemed to be a slight throbbing in his voice: "Lin Yizhi...... Wake up!"

Lin Yizhi suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Wake up, Duanmu, I'm awake, I know it's my enemy, and if you stop me again, you will spare no effort to stop me!"

Duanmu Ningque nodded, as if he had made up his final decision, and gently rushed at Lin Yizhi: "Lin Yizhi, I will stop you, stop you with all my strength, do you hate me?"

Without waiting for Lin Yizhi to speak, Duanmu Ningque's voice was already as cold as ice again: "Lin Yizhi, if you have to take someone's life today and are willing to stop, then I am here, you can take it!"

"You...... Don't push me. Lin Yizhi's expression suddenly became extremely painful and entangled.

She told me to kill her, but how could I? That's the person I miss in my heart!

However, if I don't kill her, she will stop me from killing that damn Hu Feng from beginning to end!

What should I do?

Lin Yizhi suddenly looked like crazy, and while letting out an indescribable howl, he frantically waved the light mark fairy sword in his hand.

The unbearable headache seemed to pierce Lin Yizhi's head like ten thousand steel needles, and then rolled, stirring his brain little by little.

The headache was splitting, and Lin Yizhi's faint blue pupils were clouded with a faint blood-red color at some point.

I can't do that!

However, that bloodthirsty aura came like a tide and a sea again, impacting the last trace of sobriety that Lin Yizhi was trying to struggle.

Huo Ran, it seemed that a cold voice from the ground exploded in the depths of Lin Yizhi's soul: "Kill all the people who stand in your way, don't hesitate, it is this person in front of you, the pain that brings you, kill her, all the pain will disappear, kill her!"

"Kill, kill, kill!" Lin Yizhi's last consciousness was finally annihilated in this piece of killing.

Holding the Light Trace Immortal Sword tightly, Lin Yizhi's aura was like that of a Netherworld Demon God.

one-step

Two steps,

Three steps!

Lin Yizhi walked towards the woman in front of him, who was less than three feet tall.

Duanmu Ningque didn't dodge or dodge, still looking at Lin Yizhi who was gradually walking towards her so indifferently.

She knew that maybe the next moment she would have to face death.

Lin Yizhi brought her death.

But she was not afraid at all, Lin Yizhi's aura in front of her was like a god and demon, but even if he was really a god and demon, Duanmu Ningque would not be afraid of him, never.

Because, no matter what he becomes, he has always been Lin Yizhi, and he will always be Lin Yizhi.

Thinking of this, she actually smiled softly at the murderous Lin Yizhi.

Such a cold person smiled softly like this, the warmth that he had never had, the peerless face, that smile, as if it was the most beautiful cloud in the sky.

Death in your hands, perhaps the blood is the most moving color.

He had never been so close to her, but only a fraction of a distance.

He could even feel the faint aroma of her body, and she could feel the killing intent he was about to erupt.

She smiled, "I've never seen you so closely. It's so nice!"

"Roar-" Lin Yizhi suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and the headache had already climbed to the extreme like an explosion.

Suddenly, the blue color in his eyes faded like a tide.

He was slurring something out of his mouth, loud but barely literate.

But Duanmu Ningque heard it really and true, and instantly burst into tears.

For he said, "Destroy the demonic heart...... You bastard! That's Duanmu Ningque!How can you do anything to her......"

"Bang-" The sword let go and fell into the dust.

Lin Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the darkness in front of him instantly threw himself forward......

Duanmu Ningque couldn't be so calm anymore, and stretched out his hand to hug Lin Yizhi.

The blood, stained on her pale blue shirt, was clearly visible.

She muttered, "Lin Yizhi...... You're still awake......"

He used the last of his strength, as if repeating something. But the voice was too small, and Duanmu Ningque couldn't hear it.

There was no way, Duanmu Ningque had to put his ear to his lips.

The voice was extremely weak, but it exploded in Duanmu Ningque's ears: "Duanmu...... Even if I die, I won't hurt you a bit, and I won't ...... in the illusion It's not ...... here."

"Lin Yi's ......"

The darkness that had been lost for a long time consumed all his consciousness......