"What a fast sword." Lin Yi, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help being surprised. In terms of speed alone, the little Sword God was actually a bit faster than the Shadow Warrior.
brush!
On the other side, Nangong Zheyue also moved, but he turned his hands over, and there were two sharp scimitars in each of his left and right hands.
Pupu~~~
Almost at the same time, his two opponents also fell under the scimitar.
"sharp."
Lin Yi nodded secretly, whether it was the Little Sword God Mo Ya or Nangong Zheyue, they were several times stronger than Situ sisters working together.
"Impossible, this is impossible, how could they be so strong!"
"No wonder Yemu died in his hands. Little Sword God's sword must be too fast."
"Monster, these two people are both monsters."
For a moment, everyone present was stunned, even the red-faced young man opened his mouth wide.
"kill!"
Nangong Zheyue's body moved, and the person had disappeared in place, and a bright light struck hundreds of feet across the sky. Blood flowers bloomed and dyed the sky, and three more warriors were bleeding under the double swords.
the other side.
chi chi chi~~~
The golden Flying Sword of Fate shuttled back and forth, and the heads of the rest of the fighters exploded. The last one who died was a red-faced young man, and the Flying Sword of Flying Fate pierced through his forehead.
After tidying up the battlefield, the two walked away. The whole killing process took less than three breaths.
Seeing the two leave, Lin Yi felt a little heavy in his heart. He also finally understood why Little Sword God and Nangong Zheyue dared to break into Yaoshan in such a big way.
At the same time, Lin Yi also summed up the attack methods of the two in his mind.
Little Sword God's sword is just one word, fast, extremely fast.
And Nangong Zheyue's physical body is very strong, and his sword skills are even more proficient.
These are the two most powerful fighters of the same generation he has encountered, and they can be called terrifying.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind, Lin Yi restrained his breath, and continued to follow the two of them.
"Mo Ya, Nangong Zheyue, you guys deserve to die." A deep voice suddenly sounded in the mountains.
"Mo Ya, Nangong Zheyue, you guys should die!"
Someone blocked the way of the two of them. It was a tall young man in black with a hideous appearance and an ugly scar on his face.
Behind the young man with the scarred face, fifty or sixty old disciples of Xianyin Valley followed, and all of them looked at the two of them with serious faces. The young man with a scar face is a warrior of the sixth level of Nirvana, but his vitality is so strong that it is far from being comparable to ordinary people.
"Earth Immortal-level genius." Lin Yi glanced at the scar-faced youth from a distance, and gave such an evaluation.
Such a person is terrifying, even at the first level of Nirvana, he can at least defeat ordinary warriors at the fifth level of Nirvana. Now his cultivation is at the sixth level of Nirvana, so one can imagine how strong he is.
"Who are you? Get out of the way." Nangong Zhe said, facing such an opponent, he did not dare to be careless.
"Presumptuous, what are you, dare to talk to our Senior Brother Yang like that." An old disciple of Xianyin Valley scolded like this!
"Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword." The little sword god Mo Ya's face was calm, and he looked at the scar-faced youth with burning eyes. He was tough enough to face so many disciples of Xianyin Valley without fear at all.
"Looking for death, little sword god Mo Ya, today is the time for your death."
"Hmph! If you dare to kill my disciples of Xianyin Valley, you must pay for your life today."
"It's ridiculous, two little dolls, they really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."
A group of Xianyingu's disciples spoke one after another, looking at the two with murderous intent. In everyone's opinion, the little sword god Mo Ya and Nangong Zheyue are just two juniors, so there is nothing to worry about.
"Set up and kill them." The scar-faced young man didn't talk too much nonsense, knowing that the two of them were not easy, he directly issued such an order.
"Sound Killing Formation."
Hush! Hearing the words of the young man with the scarred face, twelve warriors immediately jumped up high, took out various musical instruments, and formed a twelve-member formation in the air. instruments are not the same
, Sheng Guandi Xiao and so on.
"Twelve Laws Formation."
Seeing the positions of the twelve people, Lin Yi was slightly surprised. The twelve people were clearly arranged according to the positions of the twelve signs of the zodiac. Then with twelve different instruments, twelve variations from high to low.
This kind of formation is definitely a big killer. Just imagine, twelve people, twelve kinds of musical instruments, launching a soul attack on a warrior at the same time, what kind of concept is that.
If Lin Yi himself encountered such a battle, he would choose to run away immediately.
"kill!"
After the young man with the scarred face finished speaking, he started playing over there.
"Om~~~"
All kinds of notes come together to form a beautiful melody, which makes the listeners mesmerized.
One after another sonic attacks interweave and gather in the sky. Then it turned into a transparent knife and sword, and slashed at Little Sword God and Nangong Zheyue respectively.
The terrifying sound killing attack was almost substantive, and even Lin Yi, who was far away, could feel the tremor from the soul.
"Excellent." Lin Yi was terrified. He could be sure that he would definitely die in the face of such an attack.
The little sword god Mo Ya and Nangong Zheyue looked at each other, and they both saw horror in each other's eyes. They didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly circulated their stellar qi.
On the top of the little sword god Mo Ya, a small square tripod shone with light. Quietly floating above his head, the small cauldron rose in the wind, and instantly turned into a big one meter square, buckled upside down on top of his head, twirling around.
brush!
Nangong Zheyue turned it over casually, and a small and exquisite octagonal tower appeared above his head, and it became like a meter or two, protecting his head.
This is also a weapon for soul defense, and it looks even more miraculous than the Sifang Ding.
"Soul Defense Spirit Soldiers!"
"My God, where did they get the soul defense spirit soldiers?"
"No wonder you dare to trespass on Herb Mountain. It turns out that you have such a trump card!"
"They must be slaughtered, and the soul defense spirit soldiers must be obtained."
A group of people in Nirvana showed greedy expressions one after another. There are not many spiritual weapons for soul defense, even if they are from Xianyin Valley, they can't produce a few. As a disciple of Xianyin Valley, who wouldn't want to have such a weapon. You must know that the battles between the disciples of the big forces are very frequent, and almost everyone in Xianyin Valley is proficient in rhythm. If there is such a magic weapon for protection, it is no different
a life.
Dangdang!
The saber and sword slashed, and the attack landed on the Fang Ding and the Octagonal Exquisite Pagoda, making people's ears ringing.
Taking another look at Nangong Zheyue and Little Sword God Mo Ya, the two lived in peace. It's just that their faces were a little pale, and even though there were soul defense spirit soldiers, the souls of the two were still affected. After all, it was twelve people who launched sonic attacks on them.
"Hmph! Do you really think that the soul defense spirit soldiers can protect your lives? Naive, kill them for me." The young man with the scar face was full of disdain.
chi chi chi~~~
More sonic attacks formed, and the sonic attacks turned into various forms of sharp blades, slashing at Nangong Zheyue and the little sword god Mo Ya.
Dangdangdang~~~
The terrifying sonic attack made the bodies of the two tremble, and even the spirit soldiers who were defending against their souls suddenly felt overwhelmed.
Little Sword God Mo Ya and Nangong Zheyue looked ugly, they were too conceited, after all they underestimated the strength of these old disciples of Xianyin Valley.
"Kill them."
As soon as the scar-faced young man gave an order, warriors immediately killed the two of them.
"Run~~"
Apart from anything else, Little Sword God Mo Ya and Nangong Zheyue chose to run away. They were extremely fast, bypassing everyone in a flash, and fled towards the depths of the medicine mountain. Facing the Twelve Rhythm Lu Yin killing formation of the disciples of Xianyin Valley, they could only protect themselves and had no way to fight back. Especially the little sword god Mo Ya, his natal flying sword is controlled by his soul, but in the current situation, how can he have a chance?
Will use the soul.
"Chasing! They must be slaughtered, and they must not let Senior Brother Yun miss the important event."
clatter~~
All the people from Xianyin Valley chased them out. Under the pursuit of everyone, Little Sword God Mo Ya and Nangong Zheyue were in a panic, but fortunately, they were fast enough, so they were not caught up immediately.
Everyone here left, only the young man with the scarred face stayed where he was. He glanced at Lin Yi's direction, and smiled involuntarily, "There is also a little miscellaneous fish."
"It was discovered." Lin Yi couldn't help frowning. After he realized the dark attribute, his ability to hide became even stronger. He followed all the way, and even the two little sword gods didn't find him. The youth found out.
"Get out." Glancing at Lin Yi's hiding place, the young man with a scarred face spoke calmly.
"Hehe! It's really boring to be discovered."
Lin Yi shook his head, and immediately walked out from the dark.
"Lin Yi? It's you."
The moment Lin Yi appeared, he was recognized by the scar-faced youth. The latter looked at Lin Yi with sharp eyes, showing a thoughtful expression.
"Exactly."
Lin Yi nodded calmly. He is not an unknown person. It is not unusual for people in Xianyin Valley to recognize him.
"Yaoshan is a forbidden area, who told you to come here?" the scar-faced youth asked. "Hehe! Senior brother, I need some elixir. I can't get it anywhere else, so I have to come to Yaoshan. Who knows that I met you people. It's just the right time, so don't make a fuss." Lin Yi smiled, of course not tell yourself
positive purpose.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the scar-faced young man, but he didn't want to confront the people from Xianyin Valley in the open.
"Picking medicine? It's a joke, you killed the night scene!" The young man with the scar face was talking, with a flash of light in his eyes. Before he met Lin Yi, he always thought that the night scene was killed by the little sword god. When he met Lin Yi After the exchange, the scar-faced youth changed his mind.
"How can it be?"
Lin Yi was calm on the surface, but he couldn't help being surprised in his heart. He secretly thought that this young man with a scarred face was not simple, but his thoughts were so meticulous.
Of course, the other party didn't make random guesses, it's probably because he hid it deeply. That's why it was deduced that Ye Mu was killed by himself. The young man with a scarred face said: "I still want to quibble. Although the little sword god is powerful, he still doesn't have the ability to kill Yemu. Yemu is a shadow fighter, especially in the night. He is a natural killer. Only those with excellent concealment skills can have a chance Get rid of him, am I right, Mr. Lin Yi?"
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