The Demon Sword is Strange

The level of Jingyuan Martial Arts' strength has reached the divine realm and the innate late stage.

The gates of the heavens have reached 80%. If you go through a little bit of things, you can reach 100%, and you can open the door and leave here at any time.

Of course, the happiest thing is life span.

After washing the marrow and changing the meridians, he finally made up for the acquired life span defect, consolidated the foundation, and allowed his life span to reach the height of 130 years old.

Yang Lin's sense of urgency was slightly relieved.

With more than a hundred years of buffering, no matter how you do, you should be able to break through to the next level.

Let's add more life span.

This is hard to say, I can only say that I have a bigger hope.

Life is short, and you can see different wonderful worlds. If those extremely wonderful characters pass by a hundred years, they will turn into a handful of loess. It is also unwilling to think about it.

Therefore, Yang Lin has always waved his whip and rushed forward, hoping to see higher scenery and live longer.

This is worthwhile in this life.

Moreover, Yang Lin also found something to be happy about.

That's it.

He found that as long as some damage occurs inside his body, he can see it directly.

His own mental power seems to have turned into a line of sight, which can directly control the cellular level and repair the injuries suffered.

After practicing martial arts for many years, I have suffered more than a thousand hidden injuries. I was previously repaired by the strange energy one by one, but I did not do it perfectly.

At this moment, he thought and found that there were actually thirteen points of stagnation in the blood vessels of the Qi and the Blood.

It was a gunshot wound I had suffered before. Although it had recovered, there were still some capillaries that were damaged and did not recover directly.

Although it does not affect your sitting, lying and walking, the transmission of power is more or less affected. If the accumulation is small, these minor injuries will affect the complete power of your moves.

This was not noticed before.

At this time, the qi is connected and the blood flows, recovering all the hidden injuries in the body one by one. It is like taking a sauna, and there is indescribable comfort throughout the body.

"Very good, I know that some people won't let me improve my strength peacefully."

Yang Lin opened his eyes, his eyes were nothing but joy.

Sitting there, like a Buddha in the temple, with an indescribable grace, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When they heard the movement in the room just now, Zhu Jia and Cao Jingjing, who were pushing the door, opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but their eyes became terrified.

I saw a flash of light in the room. From the connection between the wooden walls of the window, a figure flowed into the house like flowing water, winding on the ground, just bounced and shrank, and then arrived in front of Yang Lin. The shadow rose against the ground, and a little cold light had already pierced Yang Lin's lower abdomen.

It turned out to be an attack from the underground, like a water flowing human body.

At the same time, the beam of the room moved slightly, and a palm stretched out from above the wood, and stretched downwards. A cold sword tip pierced Yang Lin's Baihui acupoint like lightning.

These two attacks were very strange and fast, and there was no sign in advance.

Zhu Jia and the other two looked at it, and before they could even scream, the tip of the sword had already stabbed Yang Lin's body.

"snort……"

Yang Lin sneered, and his hair hanging on the ground suddenly curled upside down like a waterfall.

Swish...

Thousands of hair like needles, like thousands of arrows, collapsed and collapsed...

The weird sword from top to bottom was passed through the hair and turned into scrap iron. At the same time, the figure that poked out from the roof beam also screamed, stabbed into honeycomb coal, and fell down with a bang, and turned into a blood gourd.

The sword that stabbed Yang Lin's lower abdomen barely stabbed his clothes and made a bang of steel clashing.

The sound is lingering and endless.

"How is that possible?"

The figure, which was like a flow of water, changed his expression and was about to retreat.

But I saw a big blue and black hand, like a devil's claw, quietly pinching the back of his neck.

Snap.

Yang Lin crushed the back of the neck bone with one hand, threw it aside, and smiled and said, "The shape hidden in the wood, and the body turns into water flowing. This is the method of the Five Elements Heavenly Ninja. It turns out that it was the Japanese. The Taoist tradition in the Central Plains has been cut off for a long time. Unexpectedly, I still have some fur left in a foreign country."

He clapped his hands and signaled Zhu Jia and Cao Jingjing to sit beside him, "Don't be afraid, this trick looks great, but in fact it can't hurt people. He is too weak.

However, there are still a few big ones hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to take action, but it is difficult to pass it off so casually. You sit next to me so that you will not be threatened by others and disrupt my will."

"Um."

Seeing Yang Lin's method like a god, Zhu Jia and the others felt at a loss.

I just feel that no matter what happens or what kind of enemy comes, it is impossible to be difficult for the man in front of me.

He is basically.

It's not human.

"Awesome, it's really amazing."

A strange voice like a man and a woman came from outside the house.

A feminine and bone-bone-bone knife intent penetrated into the heart.

Yang Lin did not react much, but Zhu Jia and Cao Jingjing shivered in their hearts, couldn't help but hug each other and looked at each other.

"I remember that although Sun Lutang and Li Xuwen were powerful, they did not have the murderous aura of yours, and they were so arrogant that they were really a hero."

As soon as the man finished speaking, another cough came from outside the house.

It seemed that he would cough to death when he was old, and a trembling voice also sounded.

"You are such a devil-level master in China, but you are still so young. You are about to be the best in the world and suppress the world.

Although we are almost dying, we have to go on a trip. While we can still move, we can eliminate such a great demon for His Majesty the Emperor, which is worthwhile in this life."

Although this sound is old, you can hear the soft and endless meaning in it, like a big river rolling day and night.

Yang Lin closed his eyes and let out a long breath. His breath was like a sword and a knife, stabbing it on the ground, and the wooden boards corroded a big hole.

This is the exhaust gas hidden between the chest and abdomen that has just finished practicing, and the energy is damaged and the energy is killed.

The stronger the strength, the more vicious the miscellaneous energy raised in the body will be.

At this time, his voice became clear and soft, and he smiled: "The first one to speak out was the demon sword ghost Cheito, neither male nor female, and his whereabouts were unpredictable. Seventy years ago, I didn't know how many heroes and heroes in our country were assassinated. Fifty years ago, I fought with Li Xuwen Yu Changbai, and lost with one move, dragged the knife and left for thirty years. I thought you were old and dead, but I didn't expect that you were still alive."

Zhu Jia did a lot of homework. After reading the rumors in the international news section, he knew that there were any possible targeting Yang Lin in the world, so he collected information from experts from all walks of life, especially Japan.
Chapter completed!