Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four Even if I Can't Beat Me, Still Want to Fight with My Master?

Seeing the cloud-piercing flying carriage that seemed popular, the hidden practitioners raised their heads and widened their eyes.

Don't miss a single detail.

"coming."

"It's really the cloud-piercing flying chariot of Motian Pavilion."

"I'm a little scared, what if Old Demon Ji drives down Jiu Ye and kills me?"

"roll."

There are also some practitioners at the foot of the mountain.

Lin Xin was stunned for a moment when he saw Chuanyun flying in the air.

Then he said loudly: "It's just right, you wait to step back."

"Yes."

The disciples of Taixu Academy kept retreating and exited the disc area.

In the middle of the huge disc, Lin Xin was the only one left.

The speed of Chuanyun Feilong was very fast. From the moment it appeared in the field of vision, within a few breaths, it flew to a more conspicuous place.

Soon.

Chuanyunfeiran came to the top of Dangyang Peak.

Lin Xin snorted softly, raised his head and said, "Old Demon Ji, you are finally here."

...

In the jungle, at the foot of the mountain, and all the hidden practitioners raised their heads one after another, revealing the color of anticipation.

Chuanyunfeiran slowly stopped.

The chariot was so quiet.

It's like it's stopped.

"Old Demon Ji...Let this old man experience your nine-leaf power!?"

The voice just fell.

call!

A shadow of a gun was thrown from the chariot.

The spear shadow was as fast as lightning, bringing out the arc-shaped spear gang.

Lin Xin disapproved and said: "With such a method, you can't shake the old man even if you don't open your qi."

This armor is from Nine Leaf after all.

The fineness of the pattern above is astonishing.

Lin Xin researched all night before confirming the uniqueness of this armor.

Nine leaves can trigger its special power, and it is difficult to break through its defenses below eight leaves.

Not to mention the gun in front of him.

Lin Xin did not dodge or evade.

puff--

When the gun head touched Lin Xin's body, it suddenly spun, as if it had turned into an electric drill, moving forward at high speed, piercing through his armor.

"not good--"

Lin Xin's reaction was extremely fast.

At the moment when the armor was pierced, he forcibly erupted and evaded sideways.

However, the Overlord's gun was too close, and on this side, he just avoided the key point. After all, the gun head easily passed through his side waist.

The battle is over.

There are no nine leaves... no gorgeous palm prints, and there are no earth-shattering fight scenes.

The people watching the battle from various factions froze in place, as if they were fed a pound of flies—

That's it?

...

The same feeling was produced by Duanmusheng on the flying chariot.

Duanmusheng naturally likes to go all out.

From the very beginning, don't be left behind.

So, he preemptively threw the Overlord Spear.

What he didn't expect was that the dignified eight-leaf master was just stabbed by his overlord spear.

Duanmusheng looked at the palm of his hand and thought to himself, with the accumulated training, how could I be so powerful?

One shot hit the eight leaves.

Who do you say this to, who believes it?

...

Lin Xin lowered his head, his eyelids kept beating.

The sun shines on his chest.

The Overlord Spear passed through the side waist and then stuck on the ground.

The blood flowed down the Overlord Spear, to the spear head, and onto the disc... Soon, a red meandering river flowed out.

The sun was hot, scorching the blood, and it quickly scabbed over.

How... how could this be?

Lin Xin took off his clothes.

tear--

Where is there any armor, this is clearly the armor worn by ordinary soldiers.

Fake, turned out to be fake?

Lin Xin's eyes suddenly opened,

Lips quivered.

One palm shot!

boom!

The Overlord Spear was forced out from his waist.

Lin Xin didn't care about the secondary damage to himself at all, and forced out the Overlord Spear.

Duanmusheng jumped down, raised one palm, sucked the Overlord Spear into his hand, and landed on the disc like catkins.

On Yangfeng, the third Mr. Duanmusheng from Motian Pavilion, holding the Overlord Spear in one hand, leaned behind him and looked at his opponent.

Lin Xin, who was injured twice, staggered backwards.

In order to stabilize his body, he forced acupuncture points without falling down.

Eight leaves, after all, eight leaves... even if he is old.

Seeing this scene, all the sects watching the battle were stunned.

After a long time.

Lin Xin clutched his chest and muttered, "I understand... Hehe, I understand..."

"What do you know?" Duanmusheng pointed at Lin Xin from a distance.

"Everyone wants the old man to die. The elders of Taixu Academy, the disciples, and the prince... all want to see the old man die. Hehe..."

Duanmusheng said:

"You deserve to die."

"Yeah, this old man deserves to die!" Although Lin Xin forcibly stopped the blood, the gun pierced through and really hurt his internal organs, "This old man wants to talk to Old Demon Ji."

He raised his head and looked at Fei Nian.

A moment of silence.

Above the flying chariot, Lu Zhou slowly got up, stood beside the helm, overlooking Lin Xin: "Lin Xin, what else do you want to say?"

Lin Xin was shocked when he saw Lu Zhou.

"This old man has never been afraid of other people in his life, and you, Ji Tiandao, are considered one person. There are too many, and this old man doesn't want to explain..."

Lu Zhou folded his hands and said, "Is it gone?"

"If it is possible, before the old man is dying, I would like to have a few tricks with you!" Lin Xin's body burst out with strong vitality.

The vitality is getting more and more prosperous.

The atmosphere is also obviously different from before.

He chose... to burn the sea of ​​air.

It was probably the best he could do before he died.

This move burned a sea of ​​energy, and everyone watching the battle was stunned... From a distance, Lin Xin seemed to be on fire.

Haven't officially fought yet, and start to burn the sea of ​​​​gas?

However, Lu Zhou said indifferently:

"You can't even fight against the disciples of this seat, and you still want to fight against this seat?"

"..."

When the words fall.

Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

That's right...you didn't even block the three apprentices' guns, so what qualifications do you have to fight with them?

Duanmusheng stepped forward, not afraid of the eight leaves in front of him, not to mention, he was seriously injured.

Lin Xin looked at Duanmusheng and said, "If it wasn't for this armor, you wouldn't have a chance."

"The weak will always make excuses."

Duanmusheng stepped forward suddenly, walking like flying.

Thousands of gun shadows appeared.

Bang bang bang!

He stabbed Lin Xin.

"Go away!"

boom!

Duanmusheng was volleyed into the air by the surging force and kept flipping backwards.

How powerful is the eight leaves!

At the moment of the burst of vitality, the wound on the side waist suddenly cracked and the opening became larger.

Lin Xin snorted, and at this moment, all his vitality stagnated and dissipated.

"Grandpa!"

A figure rushed over.

Chi!

Hanmang flashed across his chest and abdomen!

The sea of ​​air was opened.

Lin Xin's eyes widened...

He looked at the passing figure with a confident smile, holding a weapon that looked like a knife but not a knife, like a hook but not a hook.

There is a strong vitality lingering on the weapon, which is restrained but not scattered.

And the two disciples of Taixu Academy behind him didn't move at all.

Lin Xin is ashamed to be the grandfather of Taixu Academy. He has lived for a long time, and he has never been so aggrieved like today. He feels that everything has fallen into the trap of others, one set after another.

It's all a trick.

"Despicable!" Lin Xin cursed.

"I'm sorry, being mean can't keep you alive... You can't even beat me, and you still want to fight with my master? Haha."

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