In those years, the cultivators we cut together

At this moment, in the half-ruined palace, drops of blood were falling intermittently on the ground, splashing scarlet blossoms.

Lin Xiaolu, who was covered in wounds and covered in blood, knelt on the ground with one knee, surrounded by several inhuman corpses.

He lowered his head, supported his knee with one hand wrapped around the Youzhou Great Lock, and held the Dageng bronze vessel stuck on the ground in the other hand. After a long time, he slowly raised his head.

At this moment, his hair was completely loose, his neck and forehead had wounds, his whole face was covered with plasma, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the monks in front of him.

The monks were also wounded, standing in a row, holding their own magic weapons, panting, looking at him with lingering fear.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly stood up, while the remaining Dongying monks also raised their weapons and shouted at him in Dongying language.

The two sides looked at each other for a long time, and the Dongying monks standing in a row suddenly roared, mobilized their spiritual power, and shot at the same time, and the boy's squinted pupils instantly expanded when he saw the other party rushing towards him!

"puff!"

After only one encounter, the injured Lin Xiaolu brought out a double image, instantly smashed the aura shield of a monk, and fought fiercely with the remaining Dongying monks.

In the ruins, he completely let go of the chain in one hand and the giant knife in the other. He resisted several monks by himself, but he didn't lose the wind. Several streaks of radiance smashed the dilapidated buildings around, dragging down all the alchemy in the field with his own strength!

"Boom!" A Japanese cultivator was shocked by his berserk power, and another monk immediately swung a knife, yelling curses in Japanese, but was blocked by Lin Xiaolu with a knife, and then wrapped in iron chains by him His hand grabbed his throat in the air and fell hard to the ground.

Lin Xiaolu, who was covered in scars, did not hold back his hands, and raised his hands to kill, but suddenly, two monks held his arms from behind, and another person fell from the sky, sacrificed a white doll, and pressed it on his head.

Blessed with spiritual power, Lin Xiaolu didn't react at all when the extremely heavy giant spirit doll was pressed down. He pushed it away with brute force, then let out a roar and threw off the crowd. Swinging out, a strong wind of the knife filled the air, with a touch of red light, it directly chopped off a monk's head!

Blood spilled all over the ground, and Lin Xiaolu, who beheaded another person, smiled coldly, and then fought again with a knife.

The Dongying monks hastened to stimulate their spiritual power, and several times of spiritual power surged at once, Lin Xiaolu was still not afraid at all, with the Da Geng bronze vessel lying in front of him, using a knife as a shield, he sprinted against them, and finally broke through them attack, and then swung the sword and shield horizontally, and punched out!

"Bang!"

One punch shattered an ancient mirror magic weapon, and the monk who punched it was also blown out with a muffled grunt, and crashed headlong into the ruins.

But when the monk was thrown back, Lin Xiaolu himself was hit in the face by a spiritual method, and several people stuck a talisman on his back.

"boom!"

Several talismans exploded at the same time, and the powerful impact sent him flying, and just as he flew out, a monk who had been prepared for a long time appeared at the place where he landed and swung his knife brazenly at him!

"Die!"

The light of the samurai sword galloped, Lin Xiaolu was in mid-air, he raised his hand to block but it was too late, the light of the knife directly slashed on his right hand holding the knife, a blood seam appeared on his hand instantly, the Da Geng bronze Also subconsciously let go.

"Ugh!"

The cultivator missed the knife, and with a strange cry, he slashed again. Lin Xiaolu lost the knife, glared, and raised his hand to hold the knife that fell off. Looking at it, even hot blood flowed everywhere along the blade.

The blade of Dongying cultivator was held, and he was about to pull it out with a yell, when Lin Xiaolu, who was holding the knife close to him, grabbed his throat and pushed him back!

"Ooooooooooooooooooooo~"

In the arena, the young man held the blade in one hand and pinched the monk's throat with the other. His eyes were absolutely ferocious. He grabbed the monk and rushed out. He broke through a palace and rushed out of the ruins. He raised his hand high above his head, drew a semicircle in the sky, fell hard on the ground, and then stepped down with his foot!

"Crack!"

The monk's head was instantly crushed like a watermelon, extremely bloody!

In the arena, the remaining Dongying monks flew over, and after seeing this scene, they all looked at this ferocious young man with fear.

It's so cruel, the boy in front of him has completely turned into a beast!

At this moment, Lin Xiaolu was covered in bloodstains, and was still holding the sharp katana sword in his hand, looking at them as well.

He smiled, raised his samurai sword, held the handle, and exerted all his strength!

"Clang!" With a crisp sound, the samurai sword was broken and turned into two pieces.

Afterwards, he threw away the samurai sword as if throwing garbage, then raised his bloody hand full of wounds, and made a move at the remaining monks.

Seeing this, the monks took a deep breath, a little scared by the boy's aura, but when they were still hesitating, Lin Xiaolu immediately moved!

In the ruins, he swung his left arm violently, and the Youzhou Great Lock instantly turned into a whip, and a monk raised his knife to block it, but the iron chain instantly entangled his knife, and then the monk felt a flood Juli, the whole person was directly dragged over!

In the arena, the monks were startled and angry, and they shot one after another, but the monk had already been pulled over by Lin Xiaolu. Facing the flying monk, Lin Xiaolu did not hesitate, stepped closer, and spun around to punch!

Tai Chi - move!bar!hammer!

"boom!"

The whole body of the monk was hit with a bow, and the spiritual energy of the body protection was directly shattered, and a blood hole exploded in the back waist. It is the boss who is wide open.

"call out!"

The cultivator had just died, and the next moment, several spirit techniques were released by the remaining Dongying monks. Lin Xiaolu directly carried the corpse, using the corpse as a shield to charge, allowing the corpse to be smashed by the spirit technique, and when he got close, he used it with his bare hands. Potential, direct hits.

At this moment, he was empty-handed and integrated all kinds of martial arts moves, Taijiquan, Bajiquan, Baguazhang, Li Sanjiao, the exquisite moves of the four kinds of martial arts were all integrated and displayed, and then he struck out with the power of a dragon.

But he is empty-handed after all, and it is still a bit difficult to deal with all the monks holding knives. After all, the light of the knives is diffuse, and the spiritual power is scattered. Every attack is a fatal attack. Even if Lin Xiaolu's speed is extremely fast, but facing This overwhelming rain-like offensive was still somewhat weak, and he was hit by several spiritual spells in a short time, adding further scars.

"呵呵!" With a strange cry, a monk raised his palm and slashed, and then he swung his knife and slashed. Lin Xiaolu grabbed the knife with his palm again, endured the pain of cutting flesh, and knocked him out with a slap, just about to raise his hand to strike Killed, the back was slashed by a monk close at hand.

"puff!"

The cold blade cut into the muscles of the back, and the blood was everywhere. The boy let out a painful roar, and fell to the ground with the monk on his back. He stared at the blood-red eyes, regardless of other people, and punched down, the bloody fist directly Hit deeply into the monk's face, killing him on the spot.

If you can kill one more, kill one more!

Before the boy got up, all the knives were swiped from all directions, he was still unafraid, he gritted his teeth and slid down

Baguazhang - mud step!