Lin Yi unleashed a peerless sword storm that swept through the six demons of the Yin Ghost and forcibly crossed the level to kill in seconds.

The six demons of the yin ghost are also considered to be the characters with heads and faces in the flood wilderness, the six people are perverse and violent, and they have acted without scruples for a hundred years, and there have been several Jindan monks who have joined forces to strangle them, but they have not made any contributions, but have been injured by them. Once, he was chased and killed because he angered a Yuanying monk, but the six of them still escaped together and returned to the sect.

Now it is only because of the battle for the famous sword, but it has fallen under the sword of a little-known foundation building monk.

This time the fall is not to blame for the six evil spirits, the nearly 100 Jindan monks present, except for the Jindan consummate monks, who are facing Lin Yi's sword storm, can only end up in a situation where they fall and disappear.

It can only be blamed, Lin Yi's mastery is too rebellious, and he even crossed several levels and killed six people for no reason.

The Six Evil Spirits of the Yin Ghost Sect can also be regarded as the top power of the Yin Ghost Sect, but they don't want to end up like this, which can't help but make people sigh.

The power of the blade storm is staggering, but the energy consumed is not something that a foundation cultivator can afford. Lin Yi originally competed with the two Immortal Island monks, but he consumed nearly half of his spiritual power, and at this time, he released his trick again, and almost fainted from exhaustion.

The body was shaky, the meridians and bones all over the body were in unbearable pain, and the body was torn apart by the high-speed rotation of the sword storm. Lin Yi trembled all over, and could only barely support his body with the giant sword.

The cultivation of the foundation building perfection is released from the peerless learning, and the damage to the body is too heavy, and it is close to the state of collapse, that is, the immortal sword body is strong and can withstand this pressure.

The cold wind blew the long hair in front of Lin Yi's forehead, and only a pair of eyes revealed a resolute gaze.

Lin Yi was no longer able to fight, there was no trace of spiritual power flowing in his body, and just a trace of spiritual power was born in the dantian, and it instantly penetrated into the body, repairing the veins and bones, and the speed was extremely slow.

At this rate, with the powerful repair ability of the immortal sword body, it would still take about ten days to fully recover. Before this, Lin Yi no longer had the strength to fight with others.

Originally, Lin Yi still had the power of the stars to use, but now that his body was in tatters, it was difficult to even move, and the power of the stars could only aggravate the injury, and it would not have the slightest effect.

Not only that, but the divine consciousness consumed by the peerless learning was also unimaginable, and after this move was released, Lin Yi's purple 'color' primordial spirit in the sea of knowledge also became dim, and he sat cross-legged in mid-air, slowly recovering.

Lin Yi secretly smiled bitterly: "The lethality of the blade storm is indeed amazing, but the consequences are really strict. It seems that if your cultivation is not improved in the future, you must use this trick with caution. Wound 1,000 enemies, 800 self-inflicted, and put yourself in danger. ”

Lin Yi looked at the ill-intentioned eyes around him, and smiled self-deprecatingly, in the current situation, he has no combat effectiveness, and there must be no future.

Many Jindan monks also felt Lin Yi's state, and most of the monks looked at him with a somewhat complicated look.

"Boy, I have to admit that you are indeed rebellious enough. Under the age of twenty, you have such a record, and it can be said that since the war of gods and demons, almost no monk can achieve your record. ”

"Yes, but it's because you hold the Juque Sword, and your sect's power is too small, and there are no sect seniors to respond, which is also doomed to your only ending. ”

"Alas, I can only blame you for being young and vigorous, too impulsive, even if you build a foundation and cultivate for the sake of winning the Juque Sword, the Eight Desolations Famous Sword is not something you can control at all. ”

After hearing Hua Li's story about what happened in the Land of Sword Shrines, the mid-stage Jindan monks of Qingyu Valley couldn't help but sigh, stood up and said in a deep voice: "In the Lower Qing Feather Valley Wang Yan, fellow Daoists, listen to me. The Eight Desolation Famous Swords all have spiritual "nature", although this son is only building a foundation and cultivating, but he has obtained the Juque Sword, I think this is also his chance. What's more, if there is no such son, in the Land of Sword Shrines, all the elite disciples of the sect sent by us on this trip will be killed by the Immortal Island monks. For this reason alone, I think this son is qualified to wear the Juque Sword. ”

After a pause, this Wang Yan said again: "Although this son only has the foundation to cultivate, but the combat power that erupted can kill the Jindan Dacheng monk, all of you present, who dares to guarantee that one-on-one can defeat him? ”

It was really rare for Wang Yan to stand up and speak for Lin Yi in this situation, and Lin Yi couldn't help but glance at him gratefully.

Wang Yan's words are reasonable, but he still underestimates the greed and jealousy of people's hearts.

A Jindan monk said in a strange manner: "What do you mean, our group of people came from a long journey just to see the excitement?

"That's right, the Juque Sword is under the noses of nearly a hundred of our Jindan monks, if it is taken away by a small Zhuji, and this matter spreads, won't our major sects be laughed at to death?"

"Although the Juque Sword is now his, it is still unknown who will end up with the flowers, how can this be regarded as his chance, hehe, it doesn't work. ”

None of these Jindan monks responded positively to Lin Yi's rescue of their sect disciples, but instead avoided the important and argued a few words.

Mu Xiaodemon couldn't bear it anymore, and stood up and said loudly: "You people still have to be shameless, and they are still Jindan monks one by one, aren't you ashamed!"

Although the wooden demon is scolding, his voice is still pleasant.

Many Jin Dan knew that she was the little princess of the demon clan, so they didn't argue with it, and snorted lowly.

Lin Yi looked at the faces of this group of Jindan monks, and with a burst of disgust in his heart, he shook his head and chuckled: "Let me ask you a question, if I hand over the giant sword today, will you let me go?"

As soon as Lin Yi said this, the atmosphere around him suddenly became extremely depressing, and many Jindan monks had gloomy faces, looked at each other, and were silent.

Needless to say, this attitude has already been shown to be a qiē.

The thoughts of many Jindan monks are easy to understand.

This time, once they took away Lin Yi's giant sword, they formed an indelible hatred with Lin Yi. And Lin Yi is only building a foundation and cultivating now, but his combat effectiveness is so against the sky, if he really lets him go, it is tantamount to returning to the mountain. Really wait for Lin Yi to recover from his injuries and cultivate to the Jindan stage, there are nearly a hundred monks present, who can beat him?

For a monk like Lin Yi, either he is not an enemy, or if it is really a feud between the two sides, he must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, otherwise the next time they meet, it is likely that you will be suppressed by him.

Most of the Jin Dan present had lived for hundreds of years, and their eyelashes were empty, and they thought about the stakes almost instantly.

Lin Yi obviously saw through the false faces of this group of Jindan monks, and couldn't help laughing, and said, "Since you want to kill people and grab swords, why do you pretend to be righteous and awe-inspiring, who will you show it?"

One of the Jindan monks "revealed" impatience in his eyes, "touched" the pill weapon, pointed at Lin Yi and angrily reprimanded: "The dying man is in vain!"

Almost at the same time, a group of golden pills sacrificed their pills one after another, staring closely at Lin Yi in the center of the venue, and they were about to make a move.

Qingyu Gu Wang Yan could only sigh, now that the situation was out of control, he stood up to speak for Lin Yi, and he had done his duty. Besides, he is weak, even if he forcibly comes out, he will definitely not be able to make a wave.

At this moment, two figures fluttering in their clothes suddenly rushed into the crowd and flashed to Lin Yi's side, it was Mu Xiaoyou and Mu Yi.

The wooden demon supported Lin Yi's trembling body, and hurriedly sent a fragrant pill into the latter's mouth.

Lin Yi instantly felt a stream of heat surging in the dantian, warm, exuding bursts of heat, and the original pain was reduced a lot.

Mu Yi stood with his hands in his hands, blocking in front of Lin Yi, wearing an emerald green robe, with a handsome face, showing an unusual and bewitching beauty.

Mu Yi smiled slightly, and raised his voice: "Fellow Daoists, stop, this person is protected by my demon clan, and none of you should touch him!"

Many Jindan monks frowned slightly, and one of them said loudly: "Mu Yi, what do you mean! The Juque Sword is in the hands of this person, everyone has their own means, do you want to swallow the Juque Sword alone when you put on this posture!"

Mu Yi chuckled and said: "Daoyou is serious, I am an old friend with this person, since I am here today, I can't watch you bully more and less, if you sell my demon clan a thin face, just stop." ”

Mu Yi's words played a trick, and he kept moving out of the demon clan camp to deter the monks present. If it was surrounded by the four major royal families or the three major sects, they might not take Mu Yi's words to heart, but the sect of this group of monks could only be regarded as a first-class force in the wilderness, and it was still incomparable to the power of the demon clan.

The Yuanren faction sent three Jindan monks this time, and one of them was Jindan Consummation, this monk snorted lightly: "Mu Yi, do you think you can stop our nearly 100 Jindan? No matter how extraordinary the body of the dead wood of the demon clan is, it can't withstand our siege, you better think about it!"

Mu Yi said without humility or arrogance: "Fellow Daoist, if you start a war with me, it is tantamount to declaring war on the demon clan, you also have to think about it carefully!

The monk looked up to the sky and laughed, and said in a deep voice: "Mu Yi, you don't pretend here, our group of Jindan represents dozens of sects in the flood wilderness, if your demon clan dares to descend on the army, the four royal clans and the three major sects will never sit idly by! Big deal, the two sides are fighting a race war!"

"Yes, you Mu Yi can't protect this person today, we are bound to get the giant sword!"

"We have nearly a hundred Jin Dan, Mu Yi, can you stop it! Quickly retreat, otherwise the Monster Pill will have no eyes!"

Mu Yi's expression remained unchanged, his eyes became colder, and he said softly: "Then there is nothing to talk about?"

Lin Yi whispered on the side: "Little goblin, let's go, there are too many Jindan monks on the other side, there is no need to get involved." Your brother is only Jindan Consummation, how can he be worth nearly a hundred Jindan monks. ”

Mu Xiaoyou looked at Lin Yi, whose face was pale, a touch of pity flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "You idiot, you still think about others like this." ”

After a pause, Mu Xiaoyou smiled and said: "Idiot, don't worry, this group of Jindan monks can't withstand my brother's, don't think that you are a genius, my brother was called a demonic monk back then." ”