What kind of eyes is that, calm, dark, deep, and lofty, but also contains the indifference of ignoring life and death, like a god overlooking the world.

Lin Chong was lying on the ground, but Li Xingtian felt that his eyes were coming from the clouds of the nine heavens.

call!

A breeze blew by, and Lin Chong disappeared out of thin air.

boom!

Li Xingtian grabbed the ground with both hands, and his internal strength was like a mountain torrent that erupted. He grabbed a large pit about meter in diameter on the ground, and gravel and soil sputtered everywhere, and then the aftermath of the overflowing energy was shaken into powder.

The entire Heshan seemed to be trembling under the power of Li Xingtian, and gray-white smoke and dust were flying all over the sky.

However, Li Xingtian was not happy at all. Instead, his pupils tightened, his heart beats violently, and his adrenaline surged.

Because he knew that he was facing the biggest crisis in his life.

In the midst of lightning, Li Xingtian opened his mouth, took a deep breath, exerted force with both hands and feet at the same time, and was about to soar into the sky and escape from the big pit.

Bang!

But as soon as his body moved, his head was pressed by a light golden palm.

The palm was slender and covered with blood, and seemed weak, but Li Xingtian was stunned and unable to move.

How is that possible!

Yan Bin, who was following behind Li Xingtian, opened his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost, and made a strange cry, stopping the sweeping forward and falling from the air.

Bang!

Yan Bin's feet were deeply trapped on the ground, his body was filled with blood and blood, his back was covered with cold hair, his eyes were staring straight ahead, his muscles were tight, and he was posing in a defensive position.

As the smoke and dust disappeared, Lin Chong's figure appeared quietly.

He stood beside the big pit, stretched his left hand flat, pressed Li Xingtian's head, his face was still bleeding, and white bones were faintly visible on his forehead. However, as his eyes opened and closed, a faint and ruthless divine light appeared.

Why?

Li Xingtian's face was distorted and full of disbelief. He raised his eyes with difficulty, looked up at Lin Chong's face, and asked with a hissing: Why can you still move?

Lin Chong remained silent and had no intention of answering this question.

I don't believe it! You must have pretended!

Li Xingtian gritted his teeth, and his expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He forced his internal strength to activate his forehead, and his blue veins bulged, trying to break free from Lin Zhong's control.

But, it's useless.

Lin Chong's palm was as heavy as a mountain. Even if Li Xingtian tried his best, he could not shake it at all.

Could it be...I'm going to die here?

Li Xingtian's body suddenly trembled, and he finally realized what a terrible situation he was in. Life and death were all in the thoughts of others.

Lin Chong looked down at Li Xingtian with a deep eyes, with no joy or anger.

The sound of fighting around disappeared at some point.

Everyone looked at Lin Chong, Veronica Qin, calligraphy and painting, and others felt relieved, while Xie Xu, Gregory, Fang Jinglei and others looked gloomy, as if they were facing a great enemy.

Lin Chong was in a mysterious state at this time, his perception was completely relaxed, covering his body ten feet in a radius.

Within this range, no movement can escape his ears.

Li Xingtian's face changed, he was confused, confused, hatred, anger, and ashamed... all kinds of emotions were mixed, and eventually they all turned into fear of death.

However, before he could beg for mercy, Lin Chong had already gathered his five fingers and exerted force.

Click!

A crisp sound.

Li Xingtian's head was pressed into his chest, like a turtle with his head, looking quite ridiculous.

But no one can laugh.

Under the alchemy power, they are like ants.

This sentence is not an exaggeration, but a simple fact.

The Warrior of Huajin is already one of the best masters in a thousand, calling for the wind and rain, and having a prominent position. However, in front of the Grand Master of Danjin, he is not much better than the native chicken and tile dog.

A large stream of blood flowed out of Li Xingtian's mouth. He stared at Lin Chong tightly. Even if the resentment in his eyes was poured out, it would be difficult to clear the water from all over the world.

Lin Chong raised his palm expressionlessly and bounced his fingers.

Bang!

Li Xingtian flew out like a scarecrow.

His body rolled in the air, flew seven or eight meters before stopping. Blood was oozing out of his eyes, nose and ears. His eyes were wide open, and he was truly dying with his eyes open.

The whole audience was dead silent.

Gregory swallowed, slowly retreated, his heart filled with the joy of escaping from death.

At this point, how could he not understand that Lin Chong was actually pretending to be dead and led them to the trap.

What kind of monster is this guy?

Gregory moved his sight and quickly swept over the wound on Lin Chong's forehead, neck and waist. His inner shock was simply indescribable.

Such a serious injury, if anyone else had lost his ability to move, but Lin Chong seemed to be unaffected at all.

Miscalculated.

Fang Jinglei clenched his fists, his arms were exposed, and his internal strength was rapidly moving, thereby resisting the huge pressure from Lin Chong: Unexpectedly, he still had the strength to fight...

For Fang Jinglei, this is the worst result.

If Lin Chong is not dead, then all his calculations are castles in the air.

Xie Xu's reaction was similar to Fang Jinglei's face. He looked extremely solemn. He put the long sword in front of him, seized time to adjust his internal breath, restore his strength, and prepare for the next fierce battle.

With Li Xingtian's strength, he actually killed him with one move?

Yan Bin's eyelids twitched, absurd feelings surged into his heart, and his mind was in chaos.

He couldn't understand even if he was beaten to death. Lin Chong was seriously injured in the duel with Xue Xuanyuan, so why did he still have such a powerful force?

With one finger, Li Xinghun looked around Lin Chong.

Hurry!

The surrounding members of the Hundred Ghost Sect and the Gods Society retreated far away, each of whom looked like a earthy face, as if they were lost.

Lin Chong walked towards Xue Xuanyuan, his spine a little hunched, and his steps were slow and firm.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Lin Chong seemed unable to control his strength. Every time he took a step, the ground would shake, leaving footprints about an inch deep wherever he passed.

Fang Jinglei happened to be blocking Lin Chong's route. His face changed a lot, and in the end he chose to make way for the truth.

He dared not gamble.

Because if you bet wrong, you will end up like Li Xingtian.

Xie Xu's hand holding the knife kept exerting force, and even the handle of the knife was deformed, his eyes flashed, and there seemed to be a fierce conflict in his heart.

Until Lin Chong walked past, Xie Xu's feet were still firmly nailed to the spot without moving.

Xue Xuanyuan was lying on the ground, his eyes closed and his breath was as bright as a fucking silk. If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still undulating, he would be no different from the dead.
Chapter completed!