Zong Wu: I'm going to stand up and brush up my favorability

The wind is silent and the clouds don't move.

Drops of blood fell on the ground, forming a pool, and occasionally yellow and white things could be seen.

Lin Beiwang's hair stood up all over his body, and he was just a little bit short of dying here.

When the old emperor appeared on his back, he had already noticed it.

But in that situation, no matter how fast you are, you can't resist it.

The golden bell cover has just been broken, and it can't be condensed again for a while. Although his body is strong, the short sword in the emperor's hand is a peerless magic weapon.

If he was stabbed in the back by the sword with all his strength, even if he didn't die immediately, he would be seriously injured by him.

But fortunately, in the end, he was only pierced by an inch of muscle by the old emperor's dagger.

However, the old emperor was unable to stab forward anymore, a hole was cut on his forehead, and the blood from the back of his head flowed down from drops to streams.

No one could have imagined that Lin Beiwang would be able to fight back under such circumstances.

Everything around became quiet, only the purple flying knife was still flying in the air.

The old emperor's eyes were wide open, and the pupils were already dilated, without any light.

The smile is still fixed on the face, but the person has no life.

The old emperor was waiting for the moment when Lin Beiwang showed his flaws, so why not Lin Beiwang?

Others don't know the methods of the old emperor, so how could Lin Beiwang not know?
Before the old emperor made a move, Lin Beiwang knew that he was preparing his perfect move.

Just when the old emperor was most proud, it was also when he showed his biggest flaws.

Lin Beiwang's Ziyou in the Sea of ​​Gods was already ready to go. Just when the dagger was about to pierce through the skin, Lin Beiwang's Ziyou pierced through the old emperor's head at an extremely fast speed, destroying his brain in an instant.

Seeing the old emperor die, Hattori Hanzo felt like retreating, his seriously injured body turned into a puff of smoke, and he was about to leave.

How could Lin Beiwang let people leave so easily.

Ziyou started, aiming at a direction and flying out.

In the distance, Hattori Hanzo's body fell in the air, his life lost.

Running away in front of Lin Beiwang who had the Ziyou knife was courting death.

Two of them were solved in an instant, and the other one, Yagyu Yijian, lost his fighting power. Lin Beiwang looked at Huangying and Miyamoto Musashi with a relaxed expression.

Huangying and Miyamoto Musashi's complexions became more serious.

Miyamoto Musashi has a long golden sword in his right hand and a short blue blade in his left hand, and the golden and blue auras continue to extend.

In Huangying's body, there are seven kinds of breaths of chaos, sorrow, arrogance, ignorance, tranquility, coldness, and anger, and the whole body is surging.

The two unanimously launched a full blow.

The blue qi formed a cross knife qi, the air was cut into four quadrants like butter; Road ripples.

Lin Beiwang clenched his fist with his right hand, and punched out the Pofa Fist, smashing Miyamoto Musashi's golden blue sword with the momentum of overturning mountains and rivers.

The two fingers of his left hand clamped Jingji Daogang in the void.

With the addition of these two forces, Lin Beiwang's feet sank into the hard ground, and the bricks and stones on the square shattered.

Huang Ying held the Jing Ji Dao with both hands, and swiped it vigorously in the air.

Lin Beiwang saw that the pressure on his left hand was increasing, he retracted his fingers and turned into a fist, and hit it hard.

The stellar energy surged, and the palace walls of Wushenjue Palace were dented by this surge of stellar energy.

Dao Gang and Fist Gang disappeared in the void, and Lin Beiwang's figure disappeared in place, appearing in the sky above Miyamoto Musashi, with a palm print.

Miyamoto Musashi was pressed down by Lin Beiwang's powerful palm and couldn't move. He looked up and opened his eyes.

A huge and extremely fine palm print was sunken in the ground of the square, and Miyamoto Musashi was lying in the center of the palm print, dying.

Yu Huangying was the only one who put the Jingji knife across his right arm, closed his eyes and concentrated.

The Jingji knife trembled slightly, Huangying aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face was covered with wrinkles in an instant.

The blade of Jingji Dao exuded a blood-colored light, and a sense of extinction shrouded the square of Wushenjue Palace.

Lin Beiwang frowned, not daring to be careless.

He couldn't see through Huang Ying's current state.

However, there is no need to see through.

Stellar energy surged, golden bells circulated, both hands clenched into fists, waiting for Huangying's move.

Huang Ying's hair turned white completely, and then fell off, and then the skin, muscles, and even bones were slowly turned into powder.

The Jingji knife stopped in the air, and the tip of the knife looked towards Lin Bei. The terrible evil spirit combined with the vitality and stellar energy of Huangying's whole body formed a more powerful force.

Huangying disappeared, but the Jingji knife was still there.

The knife pierced the void, and the tip of the knife pierced into the golden bell jar.

The golden bell stopped circulating, and the blade pierced slowly but firmly. Lin Beiwang seemed to see Huangying's figure on Jing Ji Dao.

Stellar energy surged, the golden bell shattered, and the Jingji knife was fixed for an instant. Lin Beiwang lowered his body and narrowly avoided the Jingji knife.

The Jing Ji Dao turned in the air and slashed across.

The [-]-foot solid knife gang cut towards Lin Beiwang.

Lin Beiwang clenched his fists with both hands, and the Gang Qi was attached to the fists, extremely solid.

As soon as he punched out, the sound of gold and iron clanging sounded, blocking the blade of Jing Ji Dao.

Before the Jing Ji Dao attacked again, Lin Beiwang's figure appeared at the handle of the Jing Ji Dao, holding the handle with both hands.

Jing Ji Dao let out a burst of saber sound, struggling fiercely.

The uncontrolled Jing Ji Dao couldn't get rid of Lin Beiwang's enormous strength.

Lin Beiwang's whole body's stellar energy poured into the inside of the Jingji knife, aimed at the distant mountain peak, and slashed hard.

Jingji Dao sent out a hundred-foot-long blade and flew towards the mountain peak.

People are so insignificant under this knife gang, this shocking knife directly cuts into two sections of the mountain more than three hundred feet high in the distance.

Yagyu who was lying on the ground was stunned with a sword, and absolutely terrified. Miyamoto Musashi was unconscious in the palm print, but he couldn't see such a scene.

After Lin Beiwang forcibly delivered this blow, Jingji Dao let out a weak whine, and fell silent.

Lin Beiwang took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly.

The wound stabbed by the old emperor on the back slowly healed, and only the broken clothes and the blood on the clothes proved that he had been injured in this battle.

Turning his head to look at Liu Sheng Yijian, Lin Beiwang stretched out his hand, and the Gang Qi turned into a giant hand in the air and lifted it up.

Liu Sheng Yijian knew that his own death was approaching, but he kept a calm face, closed his eyes and waited for death.

A suction force sucked out the abundant power from Liu Sheng Yijian's body and poured it into Lin Beiwang's body.

After all the skills were absorbed, Lin Beiwang mercilessly turned Liu Shengyijian into an ice sculpture, then held the giant hand, and the ice sculpture turned into powder, blowing away with the wind.

In the center of the palm print, Miyamoto Musashi also stepped into the footsteps of Yagyu Ichiken.

The five celestial beings on the bright side of the island country were killed on the spot in the square of Wushenjue Palace.

Lin Bei looked at Jue Wushen, with an intriguing smile on his face.