Forged Sword Villa. ｛｝

The Immortal Island monks were shocked by Lin Yi's methods, and finally couldn't bear the pressure, they were frightened, and fled into the distance.

But at this moment, nearly a thousand Honghuang monks who were still stranded here, under Lin Yi's order, surrounded them and made a brazen attack.

The Honghuang monk, who was originally regarded as an ant in their eyes, dared to attack it, which made the Xiandao monk unacceptable for a while, and they all pulled out their long knives to meet the enemy, wanting to kill a gap.

But the remaining immortal island monks of less than a hundred people witnessed Lin Yi's various anti-heaven methods, and were intimidated by his momentum, and now they knew that Lin Yi was behind them, and they were already terrified, like a thorn in the back, and it was already good to be able to exert seventy percent of ten successful powers.

In addition, the remaining more than 1,000 Honghuang monks already have some means, carefully figuring out how to deal with the long knife of the immortal island monk on the side, come prepared, take advantage of the victory and pursue, and the ten successful forces can exert a twelve-percent effect, which is naturally not the same.

As a result, one side fled, and the other side was in high spirits, causing the immortal island monks to be unable to win one-on-one in the face of ordinary flood monks, but to be in danger.

What's more, there were a large number of Honghuang monks, ten times that of the remaining Xiandao monks, and almost at the moment when the two sides fought, the Xiandao monks fell by nearly half again.

Originally, there were nearly a hundred people, but now only a few dozen are still stubbornly resisting.

This result greatly lifted the spirits of the Honghuang monks, and they now knew that the original Xiandao monks were not so terrifying, if they were familiar with their exercises and dared to fight, the Xiandao monks would be nothing more than that.

On the other hand, there are only a few monks who have built a perfect foundation and practiced the art of concealment, and when they saw that the shape was not good, they immediately hid their bodies and fled to the periphery.

But the other Immortal Island monks were not so lucky, and they were gradually drowned in the spells and spiritual weapons of the Honghuang monks, and fell on the spot.

The few immortal island monks who had hidden their bodies failed to attract the attention of the Honghuang monks, and even if they noticed it, it was difficult to force them to show their shapes, after all, not all of them had Lin Yi's strong spiritual sense and keen perception.

After this battle, more than 1,000 Immortal Island monks who came into the Land of Sword Shrines, counting Song Xia, who was the first to escape, were lucky enough to survive less than ten people in the end, and they were almost wiped out. Originally, the battle of the trapped dragon was set up to wipe out the Honghuang monks, but because of the appearance of one person, there was a shocking reversal.

One person, one sword, turned the tide when the monks of the flood were desperate, and suppressed the fairy island with one enemy and a thousand. Kill their liver and gallbladder, trample on their dignity, and break their myth of invincibility.

It can be said that if there is no Lin Yi's appearance, all the Honghuang monks will be beheaded here, the blood-stained Sword Casting Villa, the place where the soul is broken sword mound, more than 9,000 people, it is a great luck to be able to go back alive to one thousandth.

Lin Yi didn't make a move, and stood quietly in place. Holding the giant sword in his hand, his face was slightly pale, his body trembled slightly, the mist on his head was steaming, and his clothes were wet with sweat, which was obviously a sign of exhaustion.

Although it is easy to say that it is easy to face one enemy against a thousand, it is difficult to reach the sky when it is really faced.

After all, he is also a foundation building monk, no matter how strong Lin Yi's physique is, he will have a bottom line, and his spiritual power is not inexhaustible, but fortunately, with the support of Juque Kendo, he can persevere. If he didn't care about the consumption of spiritual power and the sword qi storm kept flicking, I am afraid that Lin Yi would have already exhausted his spiritual power and be submerged in the long knife of the Immortal Island monk.

Lin Yi did not participate in the pursuit of the remnants of the Immortal Island cultivators, but slowly absorbed the sword qi of the Sword Shrine Land to restore the spiritual power. There is a crisis everywhere in the sword shrine, although the biggest threat of the fairy island monk has disappeared, but the puppet is not guilty, and the giant sword is still in his hands after all.

I don't know when, when the nearly 1,000 Honghuang monks were chasing and killing the Xiandao monks, hundreds of Honghuang monks gradually gathered around Lin Yi, and these people were all monks who fled in a hurry when Lin Yi and the Xiandao monks were fighting.

These hundreds of Honghuang monks did not go far, after seeing Lin Yi fighting the immortal island monks, they were almost exhausted, and they couldn't help but move in their hearts, looking at the giant sword in Lin Yi's hand, greed rose again.

At this moment, this group of people wants to take advantage of the fire to rob and fall into the well, and they will take revenge.

At this moment, they forgot that it was because of Lin Yi that they were able to survive.

At this moment, only the giant sword was left in their eyes.

Lin Yi obviously also felt the hostility and murderous intent of these Honghuang monks around him, a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

The scene of Lin Yi's bloody battle on Immortal Island was too shocking, although these monks felt that his spiritual power was consumed, they still didn't dare to make a rash move, and they looked at each other, and they all saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, and Lin Yi's spiritual power was slowly recovering.

The longer he waited, the more beneficial it would be for Lin Yi, and the Honghuang monks who surrounded and suppressed the remnants of Immortal Island over there also noticed the movement here, and some monks had already rushed here.

The hundreds of monks who surrounded Lin Yi would lose their last chance if they waited any longer.

Lin Yi remained silent, lowered his eyes, and didn't seem to notice anything strange around him.

Finally, a monk from the Yuanren Sect in the crowd couldn't bear it anymore and made a brazen move!

Suddenly, a black light flashed in the air, like a devouring black "color" lightning, and went straight to the back of Lin Yi's head.

Lin Yi didn't seem to notice it, but the black hair on his forehead fluttered back gently.

Seeing that the black light was about to penetrate Lin Yi's head, the eyes of the group of monks of the Yuanren Sect lit up, and a flash of joy flashed.

Suddenly!

The black mang paused in the air, clenched tightly by a crystal clear palm.

Lin Yi seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and with a light dip back, he easily grabbed the black light in his hand, and his palm was unharmed.

"Shhh

The onlookers gasped, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes.

Lin Yi turned his head suddenly, but the black hair dancing on his forehead couldn't cover his eyes with a chill, and they were so bright that no one dared to look at him.

The monk of the Yuanren faction was stared at by Lin Yi's gaze, and suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, his hands and feet were cold, and the surrounding fellow disciples were intimidated by Lin Yi's momentum, and subconsciously took a step back.

The monk was about to say something when he suddenly felt a flash of blue light in front of him.

His heart seemed to be tightly grasped at this moment, and just as he was about to open his mouth to call for help, he felt that he had lost all his strength, his consciousness collapsed, and he no longer felt the slightest feeling.

"Poof!"

Like the sound of a watermelon breaking, the onlookers could see clearly that this person was close to Lin Yi, and his head was blown off with a punch, the spirit was shattered, and his body disappeared.

"Ahh

The other monks of the Yuanren faction exclaimed in surprise, only to feel that their breath was short, their faces were pale, and they retreated backwards again and again, and they were in a mess.

The moment Lin Yi made a move, these surrounding monks felt a thick bloody aura rushing towards their faces, and they couldn't help but feel slightly suffocated, and their hearts beat faster.

Lin Yi picked up the giant sword with one hand, his eyes were like electricity, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, he looked around, and said coldly: "Who else wants to take the sword?"