A top master with internal strength left the body, this is already the strongest killer move. {Chinese

in.｝The purple-shirted Dragon King attacked his palm as soon as he made a move. It is conceivable that the purple-shirted Dragon King had already become determined to kill him.

Lin Yi's heart was cold. He was not ready to fight with top masters. He never expected that the top masters of the Demon Sect would have such a strong murderous intent towards him. He was willing to put down the face of the top masters and took action himself to kill him.

If he is an ordinary top expert, Lin Yi still has hope of fighting. But his opponent is the Purple-shirted Dragon King

The Purple-Clothed Dragon King is the leader of the four dragon kings of the Ming Cult. Among the Ming Cult, its strength is only below the leader of the Ming Cult.

On the Tianlist, they are the top ten veteran masters.

He is strong, extremely wise and extremely witty.

If he doesn't take action, he will be ready with all his actions, and will never give the enemy any chance of escaping.

Since his debut, the person he wants to kill has never escaped his life.

Never had one!

What is really scary is not his strength, but his wisdom!

Now that such a terrifying top master is determined to kill him, Lin Yixin suddenly fell to his heart. The Demon Cult's patience with him has reached its limit. If it does not explode, it will really make him feel scared.

But the palm light is coming, and there is no possibility of hiding.

As soon as the purple-shirted Dragon King made a move, he cut off all his retreat. There was no other way out!

Lin Yi's heart sank, and he was afraid he would die here today.

Although he felt extremely desperate, he was not a surrender. Although he didn't feel good in his heart and had no hope of winning this battle, he still wanted to fight!

Even if you die, you will die on the battlefield!

I would rather die while standing than live on my knees!

With a muffled groan, he directly exploded the eighth and seventh layers of internal forces in the dantian!

boom!

A loud thunderous sound came from Lin Yi's body, and two layers of internal force exploded and burned quickly. It poured into the limbs and bones, and an extremely powerful force arose. The sword-lifting dragon king attacked him with a palm blocked it.

"snort!"

The purple-shirted Dragon King Han Lengxuan sneered contemptuously, although Lin Yi suddenly burst out with internal strength. It was strong and powerful. It had exceeded the power of a top master half a step, and it could even be said to have reached the level of a top master.

But these are not worth mentioning to him, the Purple-Shirt Dragon King.

No moves changed. I slapped it straight.

boom!

The palm light slapped the sword hard, like a thunder thunder on the ground, exploding for dozens of miles. Almost everyone could hear it clearly, as if it was exploded in their ears.

They looked at the place where the sound came.

I saw a slight sound, spitting blood from the mouth, flying straight backwards from the dust and mist. While flying backwards, I vomited blood and fell to the ground hard. I vomited a lot of blood again.

All the righteous people who fled for the death to escape were stunned when they saw the figure of this person being blown out, and their expressions changed drastically. They shouted: "Young Mr. Lin!"

"Young Master Lin!"

When Wang Yuluo saw the figure, his face changed wildly, his appearance was lost, and he screamed. He was about to pounce on Lin Yi, but was hugged by Huang Yiting in the waist and shouted: "Don't go!"

"I want to save Mr. Lin! Save him!" Wang Yuluo's eyes were filled with rain and she screamed.

"You go and die!"

Huang Yiting shouted coldly. His tone was cold, and he seemed to have no feelings, but a hint of sadness appeared on his cold face, helplessness, and even despair. Tears were contained in his beautiful eyes, which seemed to fall down at any time.

"Hahaha, the righteous bastards, aren't you very happy to kill? Come on, let me kill the old ghost of Blood Knife with you!"

A strange laugh was heard. A boiling murderous intent came over me, and the old ghost of Blood Knife laughed so hard that he came here.

"Run!"

Huang Yiting's face changed drastically, and he pulled Wang Yuluo away.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin"

Wang Yuluo looked dazed and his eyes were dull. He looked at the figure who had fallen to the ground behind him, struggling, but no one could save him. His heart was cut like a knife, and he was in great pain.

The three top masters of the Demon Sect laughed strangely, and they rushed towards each other quickly. The righteous people who were behind were killed by them one by one without any resistance.

The first-class peak master is now like an ant in front of these top masters, and is vulnerable.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten of the top 60 first-class masters were killed. These were not deliberately killed by the three top masters of the Demon Sect. They just went to kill wherever there were many righteous people gathered.

Every attack is a bloody storm.

The right way is defeated!

The losses were extremely heavy and they fled one after another. This was a massacre, with a depressed morale and no intention of fighting.

"Enough!"

Just as the thousands of elite soldiers who were attacking on the right path were nearly one-third of them killed, and more than one thousand people, a loud shout rang out.

The four figures, with golden light all over their bodies, came to the three top masters of the Demon Sect, and shouted coldly.

Four golden men, with light on their heads and everyone clasped their hands together, all of them were monks. They were the top masters in Shaolin!

Seeing Shaolin's top master emerge, the old ghost of Blood Sword laughed and confronted him from afar. The bloody sword intent soared into the sky: "Hehe, Shaolin monk, do you want to fight us so early?"

As he said that, his scarlet tongue stretched out, licked his lips, and smiled strangely with excitement: "A top battle, old ghost, I have long wanted to fight!"

"Enough, this is not the time for me to fight. At that time, I must subdue demons and eliminate demons!" A monk shouted, speaking with a righteous and unintentional desire to fight.

Standing there, he confronted the three top masters of the Demon Sect, but had no intention of taking action.

The old ghost of Blood Knife snorted, curled his lips, looked at the Purple-Shirt Dragon King, and smiled strangely: "Monkey Shaolin, why don't you stop the Purple-Shirt Dragon King? Could it be that you, the most famous genius, the Deadly Sword Immortal Lin Shao Hero, will you not save it?"

"The good guy in Lin Shaoxia has his own appearance. He has always been a person who creates miracles again and again. I believe that he will be able to create miracles once and again." The Shaolin monk said calmly without changing his expression.

The Blood Sword Old Ghost laughed and pointed at the four top masters of Shaolin. He wanted to say something, but couldn't speak. Finally, he laughed: "I'm convinced, the old Ghost is convinced! You Shaolin monks are just thick-skinned. If you want the Deadly Sword Immortal to die, you are so righteous. I really admire you!"

"However, you think that the Deadly Sword Immortal died, and we also think that the Deadly Sword Immortal died. Our goals are the same. Since that's the case, the group of little bastards, the old ghosts will not be killed. Let's watch the show here? See how the Purple-Shirt Dragon King abused and killed your No. 1 genius in the Righteous Road!"

The four top Shaolin masters remained unchanged and still smiled: "He will be no longer there soon."

The old ghost of Blood Sword was stunned, and then he couldn't help laughing coldly. The laughter spread throughout the battlefield, making all righteous people hear it clearly

"What's going on? Why don't Shaolin people save Mr. Lin?" He had just escaped and was not relieved. Wang Yuluo found that Shaolin's four top masters were still standing still, confronting the top masters of the Demon Cult, without any intention of taking action. Not to mention the intention of saving Lin Yi, he couldn't help but shout anxiously.

"The people in Shaolin want Mr. Lin to die. How could they save Mr. Lin?" Huang Yiting said coldly, looking at the people in Shaolin, full of coldness.

"How can this be done? Mr. Lin killed so many demons in Kaifeng City, but he is doing things for Shaolin!" Wang Yuluo shouted in disbelief.

"Now the battle in Kaifeng City. The war has ended. Mr. Lin has no value to the people in Shaolin. I wish I could let Mr. Lin die as soon as possible!" Huang Yiting clenched her fists, and her voice became colder. Looking at the people in Shaolin, her beautiful eyes were filled with ridicule and disdain: "Shaolin used this trick to kill people with a knife, but she was familiar with it."

"How could this be the case?" Wang Yuluo was still unbelievable

"What a Shaolin man, who is so despicable and shameless. I'm so eye-opening!" Mu Ziyan shouted angrily.

"Senior Brother!" Chu Yaoyin's eyes were filled with tears and cried bitterly. Haotian, Mo Xiaoyao, and Pan Rong were also full of sadness.

"Shaolin, I, Linghu Feng, remember this account!" Linghu Feng grabbed the hilt tightly, his fingernails penetrated his palms, and blood flowed out along the hilt, with a cold face. Looking at the figure who was chased by the top master of the Demon Cult in the distance, Linghu Feng was in great pain, but powerless, helpless and desperate.

I couldn't draw my sword to help, so I could only watch the person who called him Junior Brother Linghu one by one, was slapped away again and again, vomiting blood and his breath became weaker and weaker.

"Senior Brother Lin Yi, I hope you can still create miracles and escape your life!"

"You can't die. Huashan needs you, and the Five Mountains Sword Sect needs you!"

"If you really die, one day I, Linghu Feng, broke into the Ming Cult with one sword, broke into Shaoshi Mountain, avenged you and killed your enemy!"

"How can this be done?"

"Why don't Shaolin people save Shaoxia Lin?!"

"Oh my God, is Young Master Lin going to die here? Shaolin's trick of using a knife to kill people is so cruel! The bridge is being destroyed when crossing the river, it is really obvious!"

"Poor Young Master Lin, he offended Shaolin, is a great genius. Is a legend in the righteous world going to fall here?"

"Young Master Lin, you must escape your life. You must live, live! We are still waiting for you to lead us to kill demons and eliminate demons!"

"Sister Mr. Lin!!!"

Among the righteous people, there was almost a boiling feeling, and everyone looked at the figure who was knocked away again and again, vomited blood, and was severely injured. They were full of worry and kept praying in their hearts.

He even glared at the Shaolin people and was extremely angry and dissatisfied. However, the Shaolin people turned a blind eye to all this, looking at the battle in the distance with kindness.

puff!

He was knocked away again, his blood boiled, his internal organs almost shattered, and Lin Yi spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body was covered with bruises, his clothes were stained with blood, and he almost became a bloody person.
Chapter completed!