Chapter nine hundred and eighth timing
() The countless swords on him and the sword in his hand pierced into the wind and rain.
The huge dragon head rushed down.
The faucet squirted out a breath, then opened its big mouth and swallowed him into its mouth.
The old real person's state of mind has been completely calm.
At this time, he had already cut off his love for the world, and he only pursued no regrets, and his regret at this moment was just not perfect.
His attack was perfect for him.
He has done what he can do to the extreme.
However, at this moment, an unexpected emotion appeared in his eyes again.
Lin Yi's power is slightly worse than his power. This is a fact that he felt before, and there has been no change now.
Lin Yi's perception was even stronger than him, so Lin Yi's movements and responses were faster than he imagined. However, these slight gaps did not play any decisive role in the collision of the forces he dominated.
The endless wind and rain in this dragon and the dragon's body are not only manifesting his power, but also the transformation of his will.
In addition to power, his almost perfect blow was actually a battle of will.
Originally, in his opinion, no matter how talented a young practitioner is, at the level of will, it is impossible to compare with those who have practiced for hundreds of years like this. Strong will often come from experience, from countless years of patience and hard work.
Vicissitudes are also a kind of power.
He has experienced countless pains and countless lonely times, and even more than twenty years of retreat can endure. He feels that as long as the will of this young practitioner is dismantled, the other party's sword intent will naturally dissipate.
If you lose your edges and support, no matter how strong the opponent's body is or many secret techniques, it will be just a hardwood washed away by the big waves, rather than a reef that is standing in the river that breaks through the wind and waves and is still.
It's just that he was wrong.
He didn't know what Lin Yi had experienced.
The army of the Northern Wei Dynasty carried him like a storm in Zhongli, and beat him for many days but could not disintegrate his will. How could a person who walked out of the sea of corpses and blood and understood that his persistence would eventually make sense, succumb to his will.
Countless voices sounded in Lin Yi's body.
The endless wind and rain fought against countless swords, and countless slight wounds appeared in his body again. The constant pain continued to stimulate his sea of consciousness, but the sword intent on his body and the sword intent in his hand remained unabated.
With a bang.
The body of the dragon collapsed directly.
Its head shattered first, turning into countless crystal drops of water shot in all directions like arrows, and then its body began to break.
Some power rushed into the old real man's body, and several bloody mouths appeared on his body, and the blood began to soak his clothes.
But the expression in the old real man's eyes did not change at all.
He also foresaw such consequences before the dragon began to collapse, and for his attack, this was just an introduction.
With a sneer, a blue shadow broke through the chaotic wind and rain, passed through the shattered dragon's body, and fell on Lin Yi's body.
This is his natal magic weapon, the blue flag.
This big banner had already rolled up when it passed through this broken wind and rain. It was like a spear falling on Lin Yi at a terrible speed.
boom!
A wave of air exploded on Lin Yi's chest.
Countless red thoughts sprinkled out.
Most of them are broken mercury powder mist, and some are blood.
Lin Yi pursed his lips tightly, his body was shaking. Although there was no obvious scar, his face turned a little pale, and it was obvious that his internal organs were injured.
But his will was not shaken at all.
Because he had already sensed that the old real man on the opposite side was almost exhausted, which made him feel exhausted after succession.
He waved the sword in his hand and slashed towards the gun-like flag.
puff!
The flag, which was tightly wrapped around, instantly softened as a gun, but he was unable to cut off its power with one sword. At this moment, the flag turned into a sticky loach in the river, rolled on him, and then kept tightening!
While wrapping around him and tightening rapidly, the flag even swam rapidly!
In addition to the explosion of energy, Lin Yi's body instantly heard countless harsh friction sounds.
The corners of the flag were cut through his body like a sharp saw!
Lin Yi narrowed his eyes.
He shouted loudly!
He had almost no breathing since the beginning of the battle, but at this time, he exhale deeply and inhale, and his entire chest and abdomen instantly collapsed and swelled!
A snap sound was like a rope cracking.
This flag, which was constantly tightening like a rope and a saw, was broken open by the force gushing out of his body, like a big snake whose joints were shattered, jumping away from him.
Countless horrifying screams sounded.
The most cultivators in the Chaotian Palace are naturally concerned about their own life and death. Of course, they do not want to see the old real man defeated. They were shocked to see that while the banner was shaken off, it seemed that it had lost its last power, sliding down like a curtain.
However, at this moment, the old real man looked at Lin Yi and apologized, "Sorry."
The moment his two words were revealed, his body had disappeared from its original place.
A thunder sound of wind and thunder sounded between him and Lin Yi, as if it had transcended the boundaries of space and time, and then instantly fell on Lin Yi.
His right index finger and middle finger were pointed as swords, stabbing Lin Yi in the chest.
What he asked for was this moment.
When neither strength nor will determine the outcome, there is still time left.
He was indeed close to the end of the oil and the lamp was dry, his body was already overwhelmed and could no longer continue with such a powerful true energy output. However, he had already predicted that when Lin Yi was dealing with his natal magic weapon, he would definitely have aroused aura in his body, and he had no time to stop his attack.
He turned most of the power in his body into wind and thunder, pushing his body into absolute speed, allowing him to come to Lin Yi and seize the opportunity for this moment.
A "click" sounded softly.
His two fingers were broken.
A trace of pain flashed in his pupils, but with it, there was a more determined look. His broken fingers continued to move forward, and the broken bone stubble still pierced into Lin Yi's flesh and blood, rushing the only force into it.
Where he hits is the heart vein.
Even if he uses most of his power to push his body, if such true energy rushes into the other person's body, he can be sure that the other person's heart will break.
In his opinion, any practitioner with a broken heart vein will die, which is the legendary Three Saints of the South Heaven.
That's why he said sorry.
He felt that Lin Yi's rebelliousness was understandable. He felt that Lin Yi was a practitioner who seized the creation of heaven and earth, and his future was originally unlimited.
However, from the very beginning, he had been honest.
If possible, he should kill Lin Yi.
He felt that Lin Yi was bound to die.
Then he should have suffered serious injuries.
However, at this moment, his pupils shrank violently.
Lin Yi coughed up bleeding.
However, the aura on Lin Yi did not seem to have been cut off.
"Feel sorry."
Lin Yi coughed blood and said this to him.
Lin Yi stretched out his hand and pushed him away.
Lin Yi did not have much strength at this time.
His heart veins were indeed broken, but Jian Yuan, who returned to his body, forcibly suppressed the injury. His powerful vitality made his wound reborn rapidly.
Even though he didn't have much strength, his push at this time was already big enough for this old real man.
The old real man flew out toward the rear.
His back hit the stone wall below the high platform behind him.
The old real person's body was shocked.
He also began to cough up blood.
The difference is that he no longer has the strength to take action.
He has reached the point where he has gone out of energy.
“It’s really extraordinary…”
Chapter completed!