Qin Nantu's mood at this time was completely opposite to Lin Yi's relaxed freehand painting. He became more and more frightened as he fought.

As the battle continued, he had already used 80% of his combat power and all his methods were used, but he was surprised to find that Lin Yi was not defeated at all.

However, Qin Nantu was not panicked because he believed very firmly that he must be the final winner.

Because he is a descendant of Yang Sheng, he still has many trump cards that he has not used. Thinking of this, Qin Nantu suddenly shouted: "Rock Thunder!"

In an instant, a buzzing sound in the void, and an endless black cloud covered Lin Yi and Qin Nantu’s heads.

Among the clouds, lightning flashed, thunder rolled, and countless huge rocks of the size of houses rolled down from the clouds!

Dozens of thunderstorms with beams as thick as houses were ferociously twisted and bombarded Lin Yi.

The rolling stones in the sky were like meteorites falling, roaring towards Lin Yi.

"[Qiankun Qinyang Fist]! The sect leader finally used the astonishing boxing technique created by the Saint Ancestor. This time Lin Yi will die!"

On the top of Qinfeng Mountain, all the elders of Qinfeng and all the disciples of Qinfeng were extremely excited.

In Qin Feng Sect, there is an unwritten rule that if you do not encounter a great enemy of life and death, you must not use the boxing skills created by Yang Sheng. Qin Yang's descendants will use the boxing skills of the Saint Ancestor at will, which is regarded as an insult to the Saint Ancestor.

At this moment, Qin Nantu used the Saint Ancestor's boxing skills. For all Qin Feng disciples, they were both happy and frightened.

Lin Yi was so terrifying that he forced the sect leader to use the Saint Ancestor's boxing skills. He must be suppressed today, otherwise, in time, this kid will become a major trouble for Qin Feng Sect!

Lin Yi looked at the thunders attacking from the clouds and the huge rocks sweeping over the sky, and he suddenly laughed.

He stopped in the void without moving at all. He looked at Qin Nantu with a playful look and said with a smile: "Is this the [Qiankun Qinyang Fist] founded by Qin Yang? It doesn't look very good either. He is strong on the outside but fucks on the inside, has momentum and lacks attack power."

After saying that, Lin Yi gently raised his right hand and gently wiped it in the air.

In an instant, all the rasers disappeared, and all the huge rocks rolling from the sky disappeared, and the clouds that covered the sky and the sun disappeared without a trace.

"how so?"

Qin Nantu's mouth trembled, and he pulled his beard and shook.

All the elders and elite disciples of Qin Feng Sect who were shouting were petrified on the spot.

They never dreamed that such a thing would happen.

Lin Yi waved his hand casually, as if he was wiping a crystal, and the rasp and huge rocks all disappeared.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it if they were beaten to death.

Such a scene appeared on the projection arrays of major sects in various holy places, and everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

"The boxing skills that Qin Nantu used were created by Yang Sheng. How could Lin Yi easily resolve them with a wave of his hand? It's simply incredible."

Xia Yuhe, the king of the Great Xia royal family, stared at the projection array, and was shocked.

At this moment, countless people in the entire Shengwu Continent's cultivation world were shocked by this scene.

Lin Yi, one of the parties involved, was calm and composed.

He looked at Qin Nantu with a shocked face, smiled faintly, and said, "What other means do you have? Even if you use it, I will learn Qin Yang's boxing skills."

"Bold! How dare I mention the name of my Saint Ancestor openly, Lin Yi! I must kill you!"

Qin Nantu was so angry that he was glaring at him, and he was no longer known as the eight winds.

He roared and suddenly shouted: "The rays of light are shining!"

In an instant, countless rays of glows were ejected above his head, and these glows enveloped Lin Yi in an instant.

"[Qian Kun Qin Yang Fist] The second style is full of rays! What a terrifying rays. It is said that this rays are second only to the realm. Once they are shrouded by rays, they will be like falling into a quagmire pool. They cannot move at all and have to be slaughtered."

Bai Wuji looked at the sky that enveloped Lin Yi and said in surprise.

Unexpectedly, Lu Fangliang frowned and pondered for a moment and said, "How come this move used by Qin Nantu is a bit like the third brother's talent, the Splendid Flame King Lin Jiutian?"

After hearing what he said, Shi Biao, Li Jiale, Lin Xiaoya, and Lin Xueer nodded and said yes.

They have seen Lin Yi show his talent countless times.

That kind of scene is absolutely dazzling and can't even open your eyes.

And Qin Nantu suddenly showed up, and the rays of light were shining, which was weaker than Lin Yi's talent vision.

When the sky was shrouding Lin Yi, Qin Nantu shouted again: "Fight the tiger across the mountain!"

He suddenly punched Lin Yi!

This punch was so powerful that it poured into Qin Nantu's 90% combat power, which could shatter a stretch of mountains.

But it was very strange. The terrifying fist wind hit Lin Yi, and Lin Yi didn't move at all.

When the sunset dissipates, everything returns to peace.

Everyone looked at Lin Yi in shock, and saw Lin Yi step out, smiled coldly at Qin Nantu, and said, "Is the skills of Qiandu exhausted? Do you want me to teach you the fourth style of moving flowers and connecting wood? The fifth style of Qiankun is also in your chest. Why don't we start directly from the sixth style."

"Hold the world."

Lin Yi opened his mouth and uttered four words gently. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, and lightning and thunder suddenly flew out of the void. These iron fists were like mountains, and wherever they passed, they tore the void to pieces!

"This...this...this...this is impossible!"

"How could you... know the Holy Ancestor's boxing skills of our Qin Feng Sect?"

Looking at the iron fist roaring from all directions, Qin Nantu was confused for the first time.

No matter what, he never expected that Lin Yi would have such an understanding of [Qiankun Qinyang Fist]. Not only did he report the name of the move, but he also used the sixth move.

How could Qin Nantu not be shocked? Even if he had already broken through to Emperor Wu, he had only practiced the first five styles of the Saint Ancestor's boxing. However, Lin Yi flipped it casually and performed the sixth style of the Saint Ancestor's boxing.

Qin Nantu was stunned!

Facing the iron fist whistling from all directions, he shouted loudly and suddenly activated the protective layer of energy on his body surface.

Immediately afterwards, a crackling sound came from the void.

The light blue protective cover on Qin Nantu's body disappeared, and his aura was obviously weaker, and his gray beard looked particularly old.

He stared at Lin Yi tightly and said with a voice: "Why? Why is it? I can't understand why you have the boxing skills of my Qin Fengzong Saint Ancestor?"

His voice was like a lone wolf roaring in the moon, like a owl crying in the night, full of unwillingness and confusion.

This matter is not only confused by Qin Nantu, but also by the entire cultivation world of the Holy Martial Continent.

All over the mountains, everyone was staring at Lin Yi in the sky.

All the holy sects and countless powerful people were staring at Lin Yi in the projection array.

They are desperate to know an answer.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!