Sure enough, Lin Yi's thoughts did not fall, and he only heard a stabbing sound, which was extremely harsh and bloody.

Blood spurts!

One arm was thrown high, and the fishy aura was soaring, and the Xiandao monk screamed miserably, cold sweat flowed, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Before she could react, the Wind Clan woman stepped forward, and the Chengying Sword stabbed hard at her chest.

The hilt of the sword was obviously five feet away from his chest, and there was nothing in the middle, but Monk Xiandao felt a pain in his chest, and he was directly poked out of a blood hole two fingers thick, and his heart was shattered.

Qi and blood passed quickly, and the Wind Clan woman took a step forward, stood on tiptoe and kicked the monk's dantian, cultivating this person to abolish, and at the same time teleporting in a spiritual power, completely imprisoning this person.

This set of movements is so smooth that it seems to have been done countless times.

Lin Yi watched coldly and did not show up.

The immortal island monk was abolished, and the loss of an arm was almost equivalent to a wasted person, his face was pale at this time, and he said hatefully: "Who are you, why do you want to be heavy on me next time?"

"Whatever I ask, you answer, lest you suffer!" the Wind Clan woman's voice was extremely cold.

"What happened near the Flame Prison today, why are there a few combined powers, Yuan Ying and Jindan Monk flashed frequently. The Wind Clan woman asked coldly.

"I don't know!" Monk Xiandao couldn't control the flow of blood, the blood from his severed arm gushed out uncontrollably, and his voice trembled a little.

"Sting!"

A familiar voice, another arm was ruthlessly cut off by the Wind Clan woman.

The Immortal Island Monk's cry of pain was just about to cry out, but the Wind Clan woman stepped on her lips and swallowed her voice back, leaving only a whining sound.

"I'll ask again, why?" was the killing intent in the Wind Clan's woman's eyes.

"I ...... I...... I don't really know. Tokugawa Shogun...... I don't know why I was furious, and even joined forces with several statues in the house...... The combined power can go out of the mountain at the same time to find a person, and I want to see ...... People, you have to see the corpse when you die!" Monk Xiandao said intermittently.

"What person, what kind of cultivation?" the Wind Clan woman's eyes flashed.

"A handsome young man named Lin Yi, Jindan period cultivator!" Monk Xiandao paused, and then hurriedly said, "I have a portrait of this person in my storage bag!"

"Very good!" The Wind Clan woman smiled, her face full of blood marks in the night, like a ghost, and said coldly: "Then I won't torture you, you are the thousandth and first immortal island monk killed by my Wind Light Dance!"

Lin Yi's heart sank, and he secretly thought: "This person is really powerful, I don't know how many years he has been lurking in Immortal Island, and he actually quietly wiped out more than a thousand monks, but he was not discovered!"

As soon as the words fell, the Wind Clan woman waved her hand casually, cutting the head of the fairy island monk in half, and the primordial spirit was silent.

Lin Yi heard this conversation on the side and also got a lot of information.

First of all, it is presumable that Tokugawa did not explicitly say that the Flood Monk escaped from the Flame Prison out of fear of causing panic in Senjima.

Secondly, Tokugawa is not a fool, since Lin Yi can escape, it proves that Xiuwei must not be abolished, so he sent more people to be wanted.

There is another hidden information, at this time, there are still nine days before the emperor leaves the customs, and after nine days, Xiandao will definitely usher in a wave of more rigorous exploration and search.

What Lin Yi has to do now is to integrate into the fairy island as much as possible, without revealing the slightest flaw.

At the same time, it is necessary to speed up the cultivation of the style of swordsmanship taught by the white-clothed swordsman.

While Lin Yi was pondering, the Feng Clan woman took the storage bag of the fallen person in her hand, and after opening it, her divine sense probed inside and found a portrait.

Even if he was a little far away, Lin Yi could see clearly that the person painted on it was exactly what he was wearing a mask, and there were two big characters written on it in blood, Lin Yi!

Lin Yi had a flash of inspiration, and said secretly in his heart: "The monks of Xiandao who knew my true appearance all died in the battle of the East China Sea, and the monks who knew my identity of Mu Qing also died there, and when Tokugawa arrived on the coast of the East China Sea, he didn't know that I had used Mu Qing's name. ”

"In this way, I can use my original appearance in Immortal Island, and I can completely match Mu Qing's name!"

Lin Yi was just a thought, and he decided on his future identity.

At this time, no one expected that the name of the first person in the Hundred Battles Valley and the first person on the Demon Punishment List in the Flood Desolate Continent had made a shocking reputation like Immortal Island, which was known to everyone and everyone, and once became a nightmare among many young monks.

When the Wind Clan woman saw this portrait, she was a little puzzled and murmured, "It's not him......?" Where did that Condensation Monk come from?"

Lin Yi saw that there was nothing wrong here, so he turned around and left, and returned to the small farm yard.

Lin Yi didn't pretend to sleep anymore, sat cross-legged on a bluestone in the courtyard, and began to recall the experience of the white-clothed swordsman.

The black sheath sword was placed horizontally between his knees, and his hands were staggered, and he naturally put it up, with his palms facing the sky.

Gradually, Lin Yi's mind became ethereal.

The figure of the white-clothed swordsman reappeared, from the initial drawing of the sword to the final sword slashing, the scene reappeared!

But this sword is too fast!

It's almost time for Lin Yi to take a closer look, but he can't see Cheng Dù at all.

Lin Yi had an illusion, it seemed that the wrist of the white-clothed swordsman moved, and the black-sheathed long sword had come out of its sheath, but if he looked at it again, he found that the white-clothed swordsman had not moved at all.

But in fact, the sword move has been made.

The speed of this sword was far beyond the scope that Lin Yi could comprehend and penetrate.

In other words, the eyesight can no longer see through the trajectory of this sword.

repeatedly recalled the sword of the white-clothed swordsman, but Lin Yi found that no matter what, he couldn't see how the white-clothed swordsman struck at all.

During the whole process, only a white light flashed in my mind.

The white-clothed swordsman didn't move.

When the sword move is about to reach this kind of Cheng dù, its lethality can be imagined.

In other words, with such a terrifying speed, I am afraid that the opponent will not be able to react at all, and he will not know the reason until he dies.

"No one has ever seen me draw a sword, because everyone who has seen this sword is already dead!" The words of the white-clothed swordsman resounded in Lin Yi's heart.

This sentence seems to be unremarkable, but with this sword, it is extremely domineering, and Lin Yi has never heard it in his life.

"No, I have to think of a way to see the shot of this sword!" Lin Yi thought secretly in his heart.

Although Lin Yi couldn't see the white-clothed swordsman make a move, he was not discouraged in the slightest, but rather happy.

Because with his eyesight, he couldn't see clearly, and other monks of the same rank couldn't see clearly, maybe some Yuanying Great Monks might not be able to see this sword clearly.

If Lin Yi can learn this sword, who can stop it!

Lin Yi fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Feng Qingwu came back from outside, and saw Lin Yi sitting quietly and cultivating, and seemed to be completely immersed in it, and she didn't even know that she was back, and her eyes couldn't help but pass a touch of surprise.

The wind danced lightly and groaned for a while, but did not bother, and went straight back to the room.