In full view of everyone, the huge phantom behind Zhao Kunpeng, which was transformed from Kun to Peng, broke into pieces.

When the wind blows, all the phantoms pass by with the wind.

A dead leaf was swept by the wind and flew between Lin Yi and Zhao Kunpeng. In an instant, a crisp sound suddenly erupted.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the dead leaves shattered into millions, turning into a ball of dust, swept away by the wind.

There was a clang!

The Kunpeng sword in Zhao Kunpeng's hand was broken with the handle, and the sword body, which was as wide as a door panel, was heavily inserted on the ground.

There was only a hilt left in Zhao Kunpeng's hand, and the corners of his eyes trembled. He looked at Lin Yi in disbelief, and at his sword that he relied on for fame. He murmured to himself: "No...my Kunpeng Sword! He actually cut off my Kunpeng Sword! Damn..."

Suddenly, a severe pain came from all over his body, and a bloodline flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and then bloodline flowed out of his nostrils, the corners of his mouth, and the ears.

With a thud, Zhao Kunpeng fell to the ground. He gasped and stared at Lin Yi with a terrifying look on his face. His dry lips opened and he spit out a few words with great difficulty: "What a terrible sword technique... What kind of sword technique is this..."

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and everyone stared at the scene that happened in the center of the street.

At the doors of shops on both sides of the street, countless shopkeepers and shopkeepers were wide open, their mouths were so loud that they were breathing in the air conditioner.

The many monks who followed Zhao Kunpeng were all extremely excited to witness a fierce battle. However, they never dreamed that the battle suddenly ended just as they began, and ended in a way that they had never thought of.

"What's going on? Why did Zhao Kunpeng's giant sword break? The shadow of Kunpeng behind Zhao Kunpeng also disappeared without a trace. What happened?"

"Is it because of Lin Yi's sword? However, Lin Yi's sword looked light and had no momentum at all, and did not even have sword energy. How could it break the shadow of Kunpeng behind Zhao Kunpeng? How could it cut off the Kunpeng giant sword that Zhao Kunpeng relied on for his fame?"

"But if it weren't for Lin Yi's actions, why would Zhao Kunpeng bleed again in his seven orifices? He even knelt down for Lin Yi."

"It's not wrong. It must be Lin Yi's sword that shattered the shadow of Kunpeng and cut off the giant sword of Kunpeng. The powerful sword energy made Zhao Kunpeng bleeding in seven orifices and he couldn't get up."

"It's simply amazing! What kind of sword technique is this? It turns plain into magic, and it can be picked up easily, but it's so powerful that it makes people fear from the bottom of their hearts."

The monks whispered, all looking at Lin Yi with fear.

Lin Yi's face was as calm as usual, and the Ziyang sword in his hand pointed to the ground diagonally. The previous sword seemed to accidentally slapped a fly away, which was no big deal.

Lin Yi held the sword and spared by Zhao Kunpeng who was kneeling on the ground. Without even looking at him, he walked straight towards the alley.

After Lin Yi walked out twenty or thirty meters, a monk immediately rushed to Zhao Kunpeng and helped him up.

"Be careful! Don't move randomly! Oh no! Brother Kunpeng's whole body has broken all the tendons and veins..." a monk exclaimed.

As soon as this said, a sound of gasping air sounded around again.

"Lin Yi is so cruel! It would be better to kill Brother Kunpeng's meridians than to destroy him. For a monk, he cannot practice in this life, which is even more cruel than killing him. Lin Yi, you are so poisonous!"

Lin Yi didn't care about the buzzing of the flies and mosquitoes behind him. How could the lion care about the buzzing sound of flies and mosquitoes?

Lin Yi thought silently in his heart, thinking about the words Zhao Dachui had said before, thinking about how to regain his own dragon fruit and paper crane.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the guise on both sides of the street.

Lin Yi's hair was blowing so hard that Lin Yi's hair flew freely. Wherever Lin Yi passed, the shopkeepers and shopkeepers in the shops on both sides were all scared and shrank into the shop. They looked at Lin Yi's figure secretly, and their whole body was silent.

Along the way, there was a strong wind.

When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, a man wearing a hat blocked Lin Yi's way.

The man in the hat put his whole body in black clothes, revealing only a pair of slender eyes. He wrapped his hands around his chest and held a slender sword.

He looked at Lin Yi silently, his slender eyes were like the eyes of a poisonous snake. Being stared at such eyes gave people a wet and sticky feeling, and his whole body was very uncomfortable.

now.

Lin Yi felt this way.

The man in black at the entrance of the alley didn't say a word, and there was no murderous aura at the foot of the mountain, but Lin Yi could feel the determination of the man in black to kill him.

Lin Yi pointed to the ground with his long sword, silently looking at the man in black in front of him. The two men kept a distance of ten meters between them. This was the limit of a safe distance. If you move forward in a slight way, both of them might suddenly rise up and draw their swords!

The monks behind Lin Yi abandoned Zhao Kunpeng and gradually surrounded him.

"Who is that man in black? Lin Yi just flew Zhao Kunpeng, and he actually dared to challenge Lin Yi. Is he even more powerful than Zhao Kunpeng?"

"Shh! A little bit of a voice. Look at the man in black, ten | eight | nine are from the Bashan Sword Sect. The Bashan Sword Sect has always been petty. Sometimes, people accidentally say bad things about them, and they will corpse on the street the next day."

"Is it the most evil, cruel and inhumane Bashan Sword Sect in the rumor?"

"That's right. The Bashan Sword Sect became famous in the cultivation world decades ago, but because of its popularity, it has done too much, which has made everyone in the cultivation world beat him up. I heard that in recent years, the Bashan Sword Sect has defected to the Qinfeng Sect and is protected by the Qinfeng Sect. Now it is doing well in the cultivation world."

"Then this man in black wearing a hat must be very famous in the Bashan Sword Sect?"

"He should be the new genius of Bashan Sword Sect in recent years, the black hat of Bayinhu. He wore a hat all day long, as sinister as a snake and as powerful as a tiger. The famous Bayinhu of Bashan Sword Sect."

At the entrance of the alley, Ba Yinhu, a black hat, looked at Lin Yi coldly and suddenly spoke.

"Lin Yi, when I saw you, you were already dead."

His voice was sharp and harsh, like a rattlesnake shaking his tail, like two iron pieces rubbing violently, making it very uncomfortable to hear.

More than a dozen monks not far behind Lin Yi couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body when he heard Ba Yinhu's voice.

Lin Yi looked at Ba Yinhu and said lightly: "You want to challenge me too? Do you want to become the second Zhao Kunpeng?"

Ba Yinhu sneered disdainfully: "How can Zhao Kunpeng, that useless man, be comparable to my black hat? He is not worthy of carrying shoes to Ba Ye. But you, Lin Yi, you killed several Wuhou strong men from Qin Feng Sect during the catastrophe. I am very puzzled. With your weak cultivation, how can you kill those strong men? Could it be that there are experts behind you to help you and put a high hat on you? However, today you meet my black hat, which is your death date!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hat on his head suddenly flew towards Lin Yi!
Chapter completed!