Chapter 940 I Will Not Enter the Underworld to Wait for Lin Jiuxuan

"Who is this person..."

Seeing the person coming, He Yunxiao and the others trembled in their hearts. They, the rich boys, were still immersed in getting the Jiangnan Sword for a second. From then on, they were lucky to join the Jiangnan Sword Sect, and they were able to shine on the lintel of the 'family', and they would be able to brag for a long time when they went back.

In the next second, because of Lin Yi's appearance, their hopes were completely shattered, and they felt that their lives were in danger.

But seeing this mysterious man in black robe now, they felt even more utter fear in their hearts.

"I don't know, I've never heard of Jiangnan Jianzong having such a number one person."

Everyone here is panicked.

Ding Daoming and the others over there also looked blank.

The black-robed man in front of him gave people the impression that he was a dead man through and through, and the lonely smell made people feel uneasy.

"I don't know, who are you!"

Ding Daoming, who had lost an arm, was still the suzerain of the Jiangnan Sword Sect after all. He suppressed the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart, looked at the person who came, and asked a question.

"Do you know why I created this sword sect back then?"

The man in black glanced at Ding Daoming's face, but in the end he didn't stay on him at all, instead, he finally locked on Lin Yi's body.

He held the blood-stained wicker in his hand, and after playing with it for a few minutes, he threw it on the ground.

His words sounded like he was talking to everyone around him, but at the moment, it seemed more like he was asking Lin Yi in front of him.

"Create this sword sect?"

"Isn't Jiangnan Jianzong a few hundred years old?"

"Is this person insane, or is he crawling out of the grave, the patriarch of the Jiangnan Sword Sect?"

He Yunxiao and the others whispered.

"Damn it, this bull is broken, this Lin Jiuxuan blows up all the patriarchs buried in other people's graves?"

Their faces were ugly, and now they were huddling together to keep warm, so they found an opportunity to scramble for a while, keeping a little distance from the people waiting here, and looking at the man in black over there.

It's not that they didn't want to find a chance to leave, but there was only one way for Qian Jianzhong to come, and they were still standing at the moment, so they couldn't run if they wanted to.

"You are... Patriarch!"

Ding Daoming was stunned for a while, then suddenly startled, and shouted out, his tone was quite shocked.

He just came out of the underground secret room just now, and what he saw at that time was just the mummified corpse of the ancestor of the Jiangnan Sword Sect who was pierced through the lute bone by an iron hook. How could he have imagined that such a short time would really be a corpse!

"Is it really the Patriarch..."

His body was pierced by Lin Yi's willow sticks, and he was still bleeding continuously. He held his breath, and General Swordsman Dai, who was already weak to the point of failure, managed to take a look, and then coughed again and again.

"The patriarch has not died yet! It's really my sword sect's luck!"

"It exploded, it exploded, and now the patriarch has jumped out of the anger of this kid. It is really unreasonable for him not to die!"

"It's so terrifying. It is rumored that the ancestor of our sect is a master who can open mountains with swords! This young man, this time is cold."

"If you violate my sword sect, you will be killed!"

The four elders who had been frightened by the sword array before and were afraid to fight, blowing their beards and staring, clapping their hands again and again, looking at that side with burning eyes, very excited.

"The reason why you created this sword sect has nothing to do with me. I only know that I came here to break the sword of your sword sect, and your time is not long. How many years have you hanged in one breath, waiting for me?" come to kill you?"

Lin Yi looked at the man in black robe in front of him and sneered.

The black-robed man in front of him is different from the imprisoned emperor he met in Jingnan Mountain before.

At any rate, the emperor had a mouthful of four spirit blood pools, and was in the great formation of forging the underworld, so he was able to live forever for thousands of years.

And this black-robed man was full of death energy, and the power of 'yin' was strong. If he hadn't taken an extra breath before he died and entered a state of suspended animation, he might have died and turned into ashes by now.

"I haven't entered the underworld for so many years, of course I'm waiting for you, Lin Jiuxuan!"

The man in the black robe had a hoarse voice, and the eyes under the black robe were even more serious.

"wait for me?"

Lin Yi frowned slightly.

Lin Jiuxuan is his title in the Xianwu Continent, and the person in front of him is obviously a guy who should have died in the loess hundreds or even thousands of years ago.

How could he know his name!

Could it be that, hundreds of thousands of years ago, there was also Lin Jiuxuan on the earth?

Lin Yi's eyes showed some thought.

The man in black walked over there slowly, and stood in front of Ding Daoming's severed right arm. His blood-stained arm lay horizontally on the ground, and in the palm of his arm, he was still holding on to the Dunqing handle.

He bent down slowly, took out the Dunqing sword from his palm, and held the hilt with one hand.

"you know me?"

Lin Yi looked at him and asked a question.

"I don't know you, but I know Lin Jiuxuan!"

The black-robed man suddenly cleared his hand, and his voice was a little false.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he turned slightly sideways, tapped his left foot lightly, and in the next second, he was already in front of Lin Yi!

"What a speed!"

"I can't tell when he moved!"

"This is fake, I can't even see a shadow!"

The speed of the black-robed man was extremely fast, and everyone else was surprised and shocked.

He held the sword of Dunqing, Dunqing, in his hand, it was white and dazzling, and in the next second he had turned his backhand, and the sword pointed at Lin Yi's neck.

Lin Yi's face was flat, and he stretched out a finger, and the fingertip firmly touched the back of the sword, and directly flicked away the seemingly inevitable sword.

Ding.

This finger looks plain, but the power contained in the fingertips is extremely strong.

The right hand of the man in black robe holding the sword did not hold back the slight tremor, but he had no intention of retreating, his eyes became more stern, and he stabbed out again with the sword.

He thrust out a sword, which seemed to be only one sword, but in fact, in just a few breaths, he had already thrust out a total of seventy-two swords, and each sword made a sound of howling wind, as if to completely split the air .

Those sword winds left deep sword marks on the ground every day.

Seeing this scene, He Yunxiao and others were thrilled, while Ding Daoming and others were full of enthusiasm.

However, the extremely powerful sword style of the man in black seems to be difficult to touch Lin Jiuxuan!

He is like a fish swimming in the sea, like a dragon playing with a phoenix, easily dodging countless sword moves.

"Who is Lin Jiuxuan you're talking about?"

Lin Yi leaned sideways, his eyes were cold, he dodged left and right, occasionally stretched out his fingertips, tapped on the clearing point, and flicked away the sword pose.

Prime Minister beheaded the black-robed man in front of him directly, and Lin Yi wanted to know why he knew the three words Lin Jiuxuan a hundred thousand years ago.

"Lin Jiuxuan is Lin Jiuxuan! If your name is Lin Jiuxuan, then I will kill you!"

The voice of the black-robed man was cold, and his sword style was stronger.

"In the world, there are countless Lin Jiuxuan, but there is only one Lin Jiuxuan who can open the 'gate' of heaven."

"Lin Jiuxuan you are waiting for, if it is really me, then you have waited for thousands of years in vain, wasting your journey of reincarnation."

Lin Yi shook his head, laughed at himself, and his tone was somewhat bleak.