The prince in the carriage smiled and gently buckled the car window.

The coachman understood and drove towards the direction of the palace. The two of them had a quick battle just now. This was the first time that the prince saw Lin Changfeng's strength. He had such strength in the Golden Dan realm alone, which was really enviable.

"Tsk tsk... The Golden Dan Realm has such strength. It seems that he is right. My balance has indeed been broken."

Lin Weizhi looked at the place where the two disappeared and thoughtfully said, "Since I was asked to come to Kyoto, I think he knew my situation at this time, but he just didn't know what your response was."

After a look at the direction of the palace, Lin Weizhi looked at the direction Lin Changfeng was chasing out. After hesitating for a while, he sighed helplessly: "Since we are all here in Kyoto, she will not be in a hurry. Let's go and take a look first.

How about Lin Changfeng…”

The body was filled with blood and blood, and Lin Weizhi might have a blood mist and swept directly towards the outside of the city.

Standing above the inner city, the leader of the Wujian Sect looked at the direction where Lin Weizhi left, frowned and said sternly: "Hmph! This Lin Changfeng is actually related to the Twelve Demon Caves. He really has the name of being a genius."

As the sect leaders of the four major sects, they all know many forces in the atrium. They can tell at a glance that this is the inheritance of the blood demon.

The Blood Demon has always been the public enemy of the righteous monks. As long as the successor of the Blood Demon is discovered in the atrium, he will almost never hold back. Among the twelve demon caves, even the demon capital that still exists in the world does not have many evil devils.

How can they tolerate the growth of each other when a profession needs to absorb the blood of a cultivator to improve their cultivation? Therefore, every blood demon cannot live long, and the best realm is only the peak of the fourth grade, and then they are jointly killed...

So at this moment, they couldn't help but shake their heads when they looked at Lin Weizhi who was mingling with Lin Changfeng.

"Sect Master Liu, we don't need to worry about this matter. If the blood demon appears again, the power of the atrium will definitely be noticed. We just need to wait and see."

The person talking was a beautiful woman. She had a plump and graceful figure. Her long legs were walking under the slit long skirt. Her delicate jade feet stepped on the void. The red rope on her ankles emitted a slight red light.

, dazzling and gorgeous.

The moment he saw the beautiful woman, the expression on the sect leader of Wujian Sect slightly restrained his face and chuckled, "We can't afford to offend the power of the atrium, and we can't do anything other than wait and see."

After saying that, he turned his head and prepared to leave, but he couldn't help but reminded him: "You have to know when it is now. The matter in Yancheng is just a warning. I hope you don't choose the wrong one, Mingle."

Hearing this sentence, Mingle, the leader of the Zhaihua Sect, sighed, looked at the direction where Lin Changfeng left, and said helplessly: "He is a good little guy, but it's a pity that I don't have the backing of the Ming King, so I can't be so indulgent."

After saying this to herself, she chased the leader of Wujian Sect. Her jade feet stepped gently in the void, and figures appeared behind her, and then she appeared directly outside the palace.

"Don't bully people too much!"

A hoarse voice sounded directly outside Kyoto City. The monk was no longer very brave to speak. His skin began to appear cracks. This was not a sign that he was about to break, but more like... being cut out by a sharp thing.

Scratches.

The most fatal scar among them is the location of the chest. Where the gold color has begun to become transparent, a trace of red blood can be vaguely seen.

Lin Changfeng did not use a sword, just a simple finger, but he could leave sword marks on his body without a single moment. This is an extremely terrifying sword practice.

This was the first time he was so embarrassed in so many years. Lin Changfeng was like a monster, which made him panic and panic, and at the same time he thought of the most terrifying force in the atrium...

Xianmen!

This is a legend. No one knows how much energy there is in the Immortal Sect, but every time the Immortal Sect appears, the top forces such as them begin to tremble.

"It's too much to deceive people?" Lin Changfeng heard the monk's words, and then smiled indifferently, "What can you do if you deceive people too much?"

The energy of the body suddenly expanded, Lin Changfeng did not

With the slightest restraint, the surrounding space began to shake, and the flowers, plants and trees that were reaching out began to tremble.

Then they were infected by the sword intent on Lin Changfeng's body, and it seemed that they gradually began to turn into swords. They were like sharp swords, and their sharpness made the monk's eyebrows pound.

Lifting his fingers little by little, Lin Changfeng withdrew a sword finger, looked at the monk coldly, and said indifferently: "Guess this sword, can you kill you..."

This is not about asking the monk, it is more like provoking the other party.

The monk's eyebrows were beating, and his instinct told him that this sword might have cost him half his life. He wanted to swallow his saliva, but his throat seemed to be stuck in a blade. Just talking was like a blade was slashing.

I didn't dare to swallow my saliva at all.

When he felt that this sword might be able to withstand, the plants and trees behind Lin Changfeng began to wither quickly, as if they had lost their essence. Then a stream of blood condensed directly into the sword formation around Lin Changfeng.

The blood-colored sword was wrapped with endless blood and blood. Just by taking a look, the monk almost became confused. For some reason, he noticed a trace of crisis. This was his sense of crisis that was about to die...z.br

The blood color condensed into a long sword. Lin Changfeng pointed his sword lightly, and then all the blood swords condensed from the blood color penetrated and overturned the land. He hit the monk's chest with an invincible posture.

Seeing such a terrifying sword attacking at a speed that surpassed his reaction, the monk no longer chose to dodge and stood there and activated the Vajra magical power on his body with all his strength.

The dazzling golden Buddha light covered the monk's body surface, and the qi and blood on him surged rapidly, and then the golden color of the skin on his body gradually became dazzling.

The blood-colored sword hit the monk's chest. The sword did not penetrate directly into his chest, but instead retreated with the monk's body. His feet plowed out two ravines on the ground, and after retreating nearly a hundred meters,

The golden light on his body suddenly dimmed.

The divine light was broken, and the monk had no intuition in his body. His energy was consumed hugely. His face became much older. He looked down at his chest and sneered:

"I...is not dead..."

Even now, he has no major problems to solve. He doesn't believe that Lin Changfeng can do such a sword again, so... he won.

Shaking his hands, Lin Changfeng looked at Lin Weizhi and said coldly: "I have a blood gun."
Chapter completed!