A strong man like the Yellow Robe Daoist, I don't know how many battles he has experienced in this life, and when Lin Xi cut this wound, his eyes were full of extreme shock and disbelief, but he didn't even let out a miserable scream, almost when the first piece of blood flew out of his wound, his left hand had already pressed on this wound regardless of the pain to the bone, and a stream of soul power kept spurting out from between his palms and fingers, continuously squeezing this wound to prevent more blood from flowing out.
This chapter is updated for you by netizens He didn't make the slightest sound, but at this moment, the vast majority of people in the dozen or so carriages saw a patch of blood flying from his body.
All of them were shocked at this moment.
Qin Zhiyan also saw this scene from the gaps in the bodies of the two guards who were blocking the windows of his car, his mouth opened, and his whole body trembled even more uncontrollably.
He is also a cultivator, these years of calm have made his cultivation very slow, away from the dangerous fighting, and also made him forget how to fight as a cultivator, but after decades, the water drops through the stones, and he has finally reached the cultivation of the Great Soul Master, it is precisely because of his identity as a cultivator that he has confidence in his body, knowing that he can enjoy the glory and wealth for decades after he leaves office.
He could see that Lin Xi was only a cultivator of the same level as himself, and in his opinion, a cultivator of the same level as himself and Lin Xi would definitely be assassinated by a sword from the Yellow Robe Daoist, and he would not have any power to fight back at all.
However, the two sides fired a sword at the same time, Lin Xi was safe and sound, and it was the yellow-robed Taoist who was injured by the sword.
Because the battle group broke out between the first three carriages, several people in the rear carriage had already rushed to Lin Xi and the Yellow Robe Daoist at this moment, but seeing the blood spilled from the Yellow Robe Dao Man, the footsteps of these people involuntarily stiffened.
If even this yellow-robed Daoist couldn't kill and injure this green-robed young man, then what was the use of them going up Lin Xi rushed from the left side of the Yellow Robe Daoist's body in a posture that was extremely uncomfortable for his body, and he didn't expect the auspicious shot to be so perfect, but he knew very well that the strength of the Yellow Robe Daoist could not tolerate him because he was very aware of the strength of the Yellow Robe Daoist, so he took An Keyi's sword posture with this sword, just to ensure his own safety first, and he didn't have the heart to think that he could solve the opponent with a sword.
At the moment when he staggered past the yellow-robed Daoist, his body bowed, and he slid from behind the yellow-robed Daoist to the right, and at the same time, his wrist was extremely flexible and bent, like a boneless, with a gushing of soul power, slashing towards the back of the yellow-robed Daoist.
The reaction and speed of the yellow-robed Daoist were still above him, and the moment he pressed his left hand to stop the bleeding from his injury, the whole whole thing also turned sideways, and the long sword in his right hand stabbed towards Lin Xi fiercely.
If there were no accidents, his sword would still pierce Lin Xi's body and send Lin Xizhen out before Lin Xi's sword fell on him.
However, there are many accidents in this world.
Inside the sleeves of Lin Xi's wide robe, there was an auspicious one.
Lucky was pleased with his performance, so it babbled again, carefully using some of the power it had stored.
The pupils of the yellow-robed Daoist contracted instantaneously again, and the soul power in his body burst out again without reservation, at this moment, he had completely reacted, no matter what was in the sleeve of this young man in a green robe, but with such a thing, he would definitely not be the opponent of this young man in a green robe.
"Poof" Many broken ice crystals appeared in front of him again, and with a slight movement again, Lin Xi's frost-stained blade cut into his xiongkou because of his turn, dragging a long wound out of his xiongkou.
Hot blood spurted out of the yellow-robed Daoist's mouth and sprayed on the patches of ice in front of him.
For a while, these transparent ice hus were dyed blood red, as if there was a layer of red sè Xiaohu that spread rapidly between him and Lin Xi, and then disappeared due to the melting of the ice hu.
It was only at this time that people who were a little farther away saw that there was such an ice hue between Lin Xi and the Yellow Robe Daoist.
The soul power in Huang Pao's human body instantly surged even more violently, his already innocent cheeks looked even more shriveled at the moment, but the hoarfrost on his eyebrows and hair was all shaken into a finer powder, splashing out of his body.
A sharp roar came out of his mouth, regardless of the blood splattering from Xiong's mouth, his feet were on the ground, his left hand also left the wound, his big sleeves slapped forward, and the whole person flew out desperately, not wanting to fight Lin Xi at all, just wanting to escape from Lin Xi's side and kill the rest of the assassins first.
With Lin Xi's cultivation, it was not enough to keep up with the speed of the yellow-robed Daoist at this time.
However, Lin Xi still has Bian Linghan.
Even Lin Xi didn't know how many unique arrows Bian Linghan, who really had the talent of a Windranger, had brought out from Qingluan Academy.
At this moment, a black sè full-body jg steel arrow with a rotating vortex hit the back of the yellow-robed Taoist, and when there was still a distance of more than ten meters from the yellow-robed Taoist, the arrow of the black sèjg steel arrow suddenly cracked, and a small arrow of Wang Lan Sè shè out at a more sharp speed.
The long sword in the hand of the yellow-robed Taoist accurately slashed this small arrow with a speed that exceeded the limit of a normal person's gaze, and slashed this small arrow out, but it was only blocked by this, Lin Xi had already followed, and a sword cut into his big tui, picking off one of his big tui's arteries.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the yellow-robed Taoist howled like a wounded beast.
The strength of a cultivator is powerful, and the qi power that flows through the body and the soul power accumulated in the body can give the cultivator a power that is unimaginable to ordinary people.
However, the practitioner's body is weak.
If there is more blood, the same body function will drop sharply, and the same will die quickly.
The yellow-robed Taoist couldn't run anymore, so he could only stop stopping the bleeding, pinched a yào bottle with his left hand, and pressed the eruption with soul power on the wound of Datui.
His fierce and bloodshot eyes stared at Lin Xi, but what made him fall into despair was that he found that this young opponent had a cold and combat experience that was completely inconsistent with his age, and he understood that this young man's cultivation was not filled in by some big man, but was really sharpened through life and death battles.
Even at this moment, the young opponent still maintains absolute patience, leaving room for every move, just thinking that he can kill him while trying his best to ensure his safety.
"Who the hell are you?"
Qin Zhiyan didn't know that this yellow-robed Taoist followed him and also had secrets that he didn't know, when he went out of Fangcheng to welcome his new life, this yellow-robed Taoist was in the same mood, he only felt that a new curtain was being opened in front of him, and at this moment he understood that it was impossible for him to escape from this young man's hands, this yellow-robed Taoist with no cheeks was extremely unwilling, and desperately let out a roar.
Lin Xi did not respond loudly.
Even with the help of auspiciousness, it is still too dangerous for him to overstep the ranks.
The oppression given to him by each of the previous swords of the Yellow Robe Daoist was unimaginable to others, it was real death suffocation, so his mind was always tense, and he was in a state that he could not achieve when he usually practiced by himself.
Every dodge of his and every sword he struck out were beyond the limits of what he could usually achieve.
In this case, his consciousness even directly isolated the roar of the yellow-robed Daoist, and all he had in his mind was the sword of the yellow-robed Daoist and every movement of his body.
His sword stabbed into the left abdomen of the yellow-robed Daoist, and at this moment, in his judgment, it was the position where he was most likely to succeed.
Ji Xiang also controlled again in time and used a little of his own power.
The body of the yellow-robed Taoist was slightly stiff.
Everyone saw that the Dao robe on his body was bulging, and the dark green long sword in his hand slashed over Lin Xi's head, cutting off a few strands of Lin Xi's hair, and the long sword flowing with silver light in Lin Xi's hand pierced into his left abdomen, and it was extremely fast, and in a posture that was almost falling, he bent down and rushed past him.
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The yellow-robed Taoist roared violently, turned around and swung his sword.
His sword still failed to hit Lin Xi, but a crack appeared in his neck, and then a bloody arrow rushed out.
Dumped like a mountain.
The body of the yellow-robed Taoist knelt forward, and his left hand pressed on his neck.
Lin Xi didn't care about this yellow-robed Taoist anymore, and swept towards several martial artists who were holding spears and stabbing Jiang Xiaoyi underground.
He knew that with so many wounds on his body and blood gushing out like this, even if this yellow-robed Daoist did not die, it was impossible for him to have the strength to stand up again.
"Snort" A martial artist saw Lin Xi coming wildly in the corner of his eyes, and before he could feel fear, he saw a pale blue sword tip emerge from his mouth.
Then his body was like being hit by a high-speed carriage, which made countless bone cracking sounds, flew up, and crashed into a warrior next to him who didn't have time to dodge, knocking the warrior into a muffled snort, sitting down and sliding out on the ground.
Jiang Xiaoyi's pressure was light, coupled with his absolute trust in Lin Xi, he took the opportunity to clamp a spear with one arm, and his whole body took advantage of the situation to rise sideways, and his feet stepped on the martial artist with the gun.
The warrior Xiong who was kicked by him had a dent in his mouth, blood spurted wildly in his mouth, and he fell backwards, and the spear was snatched away by Jiang Xiaoyi.
There was also a martial artist on one side, almost subconsciously, bursting out with all his strength, holding a gun and stabbing at Jiang Xiaoyi, who was lying in the air and had no way to dodge.
But at this moment, Lin Xi had already bumped into him.
The martial artist in front of him who was knocked into by Lin Xi did not cause any hindrance to Lin Xi at all, Lin Xi's body was not huge, but at this time, it was like a rampaging monitor lizard riding.
In just one breath, the two warriors in front of him were easily knocked out like two leaves.
Bian Linghan kept controlling the strings expressionlessly, and Shi shè.
Under the sharp exertion of the shè, her right arm, which was controlling the strings, was already unusually sore.
She knew very well that her arm muscles would be strained if she continued like this, but the battle situation at this moment was extremely clear in her eyes, originally Qin Zhiyan had an absolute advantage in the number of martial artists and cultivators in this column of twelve carriages, but because of the shock of the battle between Lin Xi and the yellow-robed Daoist, coupled with the suppression of the arrows of her and the short-haired young man beside her, the five or six carriages behind were invisibly disconnected from the front, making the battle between the carriages in front of her completely one-sided, and she knew that as long as she held on for dozens of breaths, The battle will end without any suspense.
The face of the "cold wolf" beside Bian Linghan turned pale inexplicably, and his arm was completely trembling, so that he couldn't use the shè continuously, and the arrows didn't dare to go to the battle group with his own people at all, because he couldn't guarantee the accuracy of his shè arrows.
His real name is Xie Xijian, although he is not yet a cultivator, but he is an iron-blooded soldier who is extremely loyal to the empire, he has also seen some cultivator archers, and knows that even if the cultivator has the relaxation and mediation of soul power, under the continuous shè, the muscle rou will not be able to recover quickly, and it will be sore.
He knew that Bian Linghan's arrow speed was even far faster than the cultivator archers he had seen before, but although there was already a painful expression between her eyebrows when so many arrows fell, she was still shrewing, this kind of will made him feel deeply shocked and admired at the same time.
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