A strong aura of danger came from Lin Yuan's body, and purple-gold sword fingers surged in this space.

At the moment when Lin Yuan's fingers turned purple and gold, Makita seemed to be aware of it, and an uncontrollable chill suddenly surged into his heart at this time, and with a cold sweat, his whole body was soaked, and the keen perception given to him by years of cultivation made him feel a fatal uneasiness at this time.

So he almost stopped the punch at this moment, and the strong wind backlashed, causing the spiritual power in his body to be chaotic and surging, but he didn't care about it, and his body retreated violently.

How to say, Makita is also a martial artist in the half-step soul realm, plus he was born in the Supreme Sect, his own strength is still zài, and he has found that it is wrong, and he doesn't care about his injuries at all.

"Isn't it too late to leave now?"

However, at the moment of his violent retreat, Lin Yuan's cold voice came like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and the handsome face of the young man was shrouded in a cold meaning at this time, he stepped out, and the sword rhyme could be seen everywhere around his body, and sword shadows appeared on Lin Yuan's body.

At this time, Lin Yuan's comprehension of sword rhyme had reached its peak, and there was a terrifying sword rhyme bursting out under the breath, and he was only one step away from comprehending the true sword dao.

In one step, you will travel through that space.

His figure, like a ghost, appeared in front of Makita who shot out backwards, and the purple-gold sword finger was as fast as lightning and pointed directly at the latter's throat.

The purple-gold sword finger was like the scythe of death at this time, exuding a thick aura of death.

His speed this time was too fast, so fast that Makita's mind couldn't react, so he could only reflexively block his arm in front of him, and his spiritual power surged, protecting his body.

Laugh at!

The purple-gold sword finger pierced through, and as soon as the majestic spiritual power defense touched the purple-gold sword finger, it erupted into a sneering sound, and it was actually dissolved by life, and Lin Yuan's fingertips were like razor-sharp daggers, as fast as lightning across Makita's arm.

Fingertips swiped over it, bringing up a trail of blood.

"Humph!"

Makita's figure retreated, and then he was horrified to see that his entire arm had disappeared at an alarming speed, and the purple-gold sword fingers emitted a sword rhyme, directly attached to his arm.

Countless sword shadows appeared on Makita's arm, and the sword shadows flickered, and each flicker took away a wisp of flesh from Makita's arm.

That's a terrible attack!

Makita's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly urged the spiritual power, trying to force those sword shadows out of his body, but as soon as the spiritual power came into contact with the countless sword shadows, he found that the spiritual power in his body could not destroy the surrounding sword shadows at all, but instead used it as his nourishment.

This is the independent form of the sword rhyme, as if the sword rhyme has given life, given a different world, and existed independently, this is the pinnacle of the sword rhyme, which can already exist alone.

It's like the remnants of the sword path of the ancient powerhouse, forming the sword soul grass, and now the forest edge has almost reached the point where he can make his sword rhyme remain in one place for a short time and not dissipate.

I can't force it out at all!

What a domineering sword rhyme. This is the pinnacle of sword rhyme.

"How is it possible, how can you be so strong, with a peak sword rhyme, a weird attack!" Makita's face changed drastically, and the pain on his face became stronger and stronger.

Makita's face turned pale at this time, what kind of attack is this? It was so domineering that he couldn't even dispel his own spiritual power.

The pinnacle of sword rhyme, is this the final form like this? Sword Soul Grass, is it the same thing!

There are more and more countless sword shadows, and at this time, with Lin Yuan's sword pointing at his heart, it is actually endless, spreading rapidly, the pain on Makita's face is more and more, his eyes are red, and he immediately gritted his teeth violently, made a sword with one hand, and the spiritual power surged, directly at the root of the arm, and slashed down fiercely.

Yes!

A terrible scream rang out from Makita's mouth, and the arm that had become a blur of flesh fell off, splattering blood gushing out.

At the moment when the broken arm fell, countless purple-gold sword shadows were faster, and in the blink of an eye, the broken arm disappeared quickly, and in just a few breaths, it turned into countless pieces of flesh and drifted away.

Makita's body was in the form of a wolf, his face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and his gaze staring at Lin Yuan became extremely frightened, that kind of attack was too terrifying!

Lin Yuan looked at this scene with a slight frown, and finally seized the opportunity to use this sword, which was also a move he had just comprehended, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful, but he didn't expect that Makita was so decisive, and when he found that the sword shadow was so domineering that he couldn't rule it out, he directly cut off that arm.

"Come again!"

Lin Yuan smiled indifferently, and his body swept out again, and that Makita was so shocked that he didn't dare to make a move with Lin Yuan anymore, and turned around and the wolf bèi fled away, and the angry roar spread throughout the sky with that space: "Lin Yuan, the revenge of the broken arm, I will definitely repay you!"

Lin Yuan smiled faintly when he saw Makita's panicked fleeing figure, and the purple-gold fingers returned to their original state little by little, and the purple-gold light disappeared in an instant.

He didn't go after the fleeing Makita, although he beat the water dogs, but now he has more important things.

He turned around and looked at the Sword Soul Grass that had been exuding sword rhyme in his hand, and under the feeling of his mind, he found that the sword rhyme contained in this Sword Soul Grass was far from enough for his own consumption.

The light flickered, and the Sword Soul Grass disappeared into Lin Yuan's hand, and then his body swept away, and he had to hurry up to reach the center, where it was his goal.

And although Lin Yuan injured Makita with one blow, he was also taken by surprise, plus Lin Yuan still had something, and he didn't want to delay, in case Makita had other means, Lin Yuan was not sure, so he didn't pursue it.

In addition, Lin Yuan also has a plan in his heart, which is to use Makita to attract more enemies and hone himself.

If people know what they think here, they will definitely be considered crazy and provoke the Supreme Sect, isn't this the rhythm of looking for death?

And Lin Yuan also has a plan in his heart, this ancient battlefield, since it is the battlefield of a new generation of disciples, then, even if the supreme sect is strong, there must be restraints, this is Lin Yuan's guess.

And this speculation, after Lin Yuan has been confirmed for so long, he has gradually discovered that this is indeed the case, if the older generation of martial artists of the Supreme Sect participates in it, then, who can be the enemy, of course, it is not excluded that they are really involved.

When the edge of the forest disappeared, in one place, a yellow streamer flickered rapidly.

Shout!

Above the sky, a light and shadow suddenly shot out, and his eyes immediately looked at it.

There, Makita fled in a panic, his face was pale, and he was soaked in cold sweat, and he looked like a wolf like a lost dog, how could he still have the proud momentum of the supreme sect at the beginning.

When Makita fell, some of the rest of the warriors also saw Makita who landed, and many people felt terrified when they saw the momentum he exuded.

"The powerhouse of the half-step soul realm, who is that?" someone guessed, and he didn't know Makita.

"Could it be a young warrior hidden in the ancient battlefield?"

Their gaze glanced at Makita, and finally stopped at the place where the broken arm was, and when the pupils of many people shrank sharply, their hearts swelled with deep horror.

This half-step soul realm martial artist was actually cut off with an arm?!

Who is it that is so powerful that Cheng dù not only defeated it, but also broke his arm?!