A strong man like Taoist Huangpao has experienced countless battles in his life. When Lin Xi opened this wound, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief, but he did not even let out a scream.
, almost as soon as the first piece of blood flew out from his wound, his left hand was already pressing on the wound regardless of the bone-piercing pain, and streams of soul power kept spraying from between his palms and fingers.
Come out and squeeze the wound continuously to prevent more blood from flowing out.
He didn't make the slightest sound, but at this moment, most of the people among the dozen or so carriages saw the blood flying from his body.
Everyone was shocked and stunned at this moment.
Qin Zhiyan also saw this scene from the gap between the bodies of the two guards blocking the window of his car. His mouth opened and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He is also a practitioner. The tranquility of these years has made his practice very slow, away from the dangerous fighting, and has also made him forget how to fight as a practitioner. But after decades, as water drops penetrate stone, he has finally learned it.
When he reached the level of a great soul master, it was precisely because of his status as a practitioner that he had confidence in his body and knew that he could enjoy decades of glory and wealth after retiring.
He could see that Lin Xi was only a practitioner of the same level as himself. In his opinion, practitioners of the same level as himself and Lin Xi would definitely be assassinated by the yellow-robed Taoist's sword and would have no power to fight back.
However, both sides fired swords at the same time. Lin Xi was unharmed, but it was Taoist Huangpao who was injured by the sword.
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Because the battle group broke out between the first three carriages, several people in the rear carriages had already rushed close to Lin Xi and Huangpao Taoist. However, seeing the blood spilled on Huangpao Taoist's body, these people's footsteps were
He stiffened involuntarily.
If even the yellow-robed Taoist cannot kill or injure the green-robed young man, then what's the use of them going up there?
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Lin Xi rushed past the left side of Taoist Huangpao's body in a position that made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He did not expect Ji Xiang's shot to be so perfect, but he knew very well that Taoist Huangpao's strength did not allow him to be happy.
...It is precisely because he is very aware of the strength of Taoist Huangpao that he did not use An Keyi's sword force with this sword. He only focused on ensuring his own safety first, and did not think that he could kill his opponent with one sword.
The moment he passed Taoist Huangpao, his body arched and he slid around from behind Taoist Huangpao to the right. At the same time, his wrists bent extremely flexibly, as if they were boneless.
The surge of soul power slashed towards the back of the yellow-robed Taoist.
The yellow-robed Taoist's reaction and speed were still superior to his. The moment he pressed his left hand to stop the bleeding, his entire body turned sideways, and the long sword in his right hand stabbed Lin Xi fiercely.
If there were no accidents, his sword would still penetrate Lin Xi's body before Lin Xi's sword fell on him, and send Lin Xi flying out.
However, there are many surprises in this world.
Inside the sleeves of Lin Xi's broad robe, there lay an auspicious figure.
Jixiang was very satisfied with his performance, so he purred again and carefully used some of his accumulated strength.
The pupils of the yellow-robed Taoist shrank again instantly, and the soul power in his body burst out again without reservation. At this moment, he had completely reacted. No matter what was in the sleeves of the green-robed young man, there was such a thing.
If the thing exists, he will definitely not be the opponent of this young man in green robe.
"puff!"
Many broken ice crystals appeared in front of him again. As his movements slowed down slightly again, Lin Xi's frost-stained sword edge cut into his chest as he turned around, dragging a long line across his chest.
Wound.
Hot blood sprayed out from the yellow-robed Taoist's chest and sprayed on the ice flowers in front of him.
For a moment, these transparent ice flowers were stained with blood red, as if a layer of red flowers spread quickly between him and Lin Xi, and then disappeared as the ice flowers melted.
It was only then that people from a little distance could see clearly that there was such an ice flower between Lin Xi and Huangpao Taoist.
The soul power in the yellow-robed Taoist's body instantly surged even more violently. His already fleshless cheeks now looked even shriveled, but the white frost on his eyebrows and hair was all shaken into finer powder, splashing from his body.
Shoot out.
A sharp scream came from his mouth. Regardless of the blood flying on his chest, his feet hit the ground alternately, his left hand also left the injured area, and he slapped forward with his big sleeves. He flew backwards with all his strength, completely
He didn't want to fight Lin Xi anymore, he just wanted to escape from Lin Xi's side and kill the other assassins first.
Lin Xi's cultivation level was not enough to keep up with the speed of Huangpao Taoist when he was working hard.
However, Lin Xi still has Bian Linghan.
Even Lin Xi didn't know how many unique arrows Bian Linghan, who truly had the Windrunner talent, brought out from Qingluan Academy.
At this moment, a black fine steel arrow with a rotating vortex hit the Huangpao Taoist's back. When he was still more than ten meters away from the Huangpao Taoist, the arrowhead of this black fine steel arrow
Suddenly it cracked open, and a small blue arrow shot out at an even faster speed.
The long sword in Huangpao Taoist's hand accurately hit the small arrow with a backhand that had exceeded the limit of normal human vision, and forced the small arrow to fly away. However, it was only blocked by this, and Lin Xi had already
He followed up and cut his thigh with a sword, severing an artery in his thigh.
Blood spurted out like a fountain, and the yellow-robed Taoist howled like a wounded beast.
The power of a practitioner is powerful. The energy flowing through the body and the soul power accumulated in the body can give the practitioner power unimaginable by ordinary people.
However, the body of a practitioner is also weak.
If there is too much blood flow, the body's functions will drop sharply, and the person will die quickly.
The yellow-robed Taoist could no longer run, so he had to stop to stop the bleeding. He crushed a medicine bottle with his left hand and pressed the eruption of soul power on the thigh wound.
His fierce and bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lin Xi, but what made him fall into despair was that he discovered that this young opponent had a calmness and combat experience that were completely inconsistent with his age... He understood that this
The cultivation of a young man is not something that some big shot crams into his mind, but is truly honed through life and death battles.
Even at this moment, this young opponent still maintains absolute patience, making every move with a reserve of energy, just thinking that he can kill him while trying his best to ensure his own safety.
"Who the hell are you!"
Qin Zhiyan didn't know that the yellow-robed Taoist who followed him also had secrets that he didn't know. When he left Lucheng to welcome his new life, the yellow-robed Taoist felt the same way. He just felt that there was a brand new curtain.
Pulling away in front of him, he knew at this moment that he could not escape from this young man's hands. The fleshless yellow-robed Taoist was extremely unwilling and let out a desperate roar.
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Lin Xi did not respond.
Even with Jixiang's help, opponents who have surpassed the level are still too dangerous for him.
The oppression that Taoist Huangpao brought to him with each previous sword strike was unimaginable to others. It was a real suffocation of death, so his mind was always tense, and he was in a state that he could never achieve during his usual practice.
Every dodge he made and every sword move exceeded the limits he could usually achieve.
Under this situation, his consciousness even directly isolated the roar of Taoist Huangpao. In his mind, he could only think of Taoist Huangpao's sword and every movement of his body.
His sword pierced the left side of Taoist Huangpao's abdomen. At this moment, according to his judgment, that was the place where he was most likely to succeed.
Jixiang also took control again in time and used some of his own strength.
The yellow-robed Taoist's body was slightly stiff.
Everyone saw that the Taoist robe on his body was bulging. The dark green sword in his hand slashed past Lin Xi's head and cut off several strands of Lin Xi's hair. The long sword with flowing silver light in Lin Xi's hand pierced him.
The left side of his abdomen was pulled out very quickly, and he bent down and rushed past him in a posture that was almost like falling down.
The yellow-robed Taoist roared sternly, turned around and waved his sword.
His sword still failed to hit Lin Xi, but instead a crack appeared on his neck, and then a bloody arrow shot out.
Falling like a mountain.
The yellow-robed Taoist knelt forward and pressed his left hand firmly on his neck.
Lin Xi ignored the yellow-robed Taoist and moved towards several warriors who were stabbing with spears, forcing Jiang Xiaoyi to roll on the ground.
He knew that with so many wounds on his body and blood gushing out like this, even if the yellow-robed Taoist did not die, he would not have the strength to stand up again.
"laugh!"
A warrior saw Lin Xi rushing towards him from the corner of his eye. Before he could feel fear, he saw a light blue sword tip emerging from his chest.
Then his body was like being hit by a high-speed carriage, making countless bones cracking sounds. He flew up and hit a warrior next to him who had no time to dodge. The warrior groaned after being hit.
Sit down and slide out.
Jiang Xiaoyi's pressure eased, coupled with her absolute trust in Lin Xi, she took the opportunity to grab an impending spear with one arm. She took advantage of the situation and raised her whole body sideways, stepping on the warrior holding the gun with both feet.
The chest of the warrior who was kicked by him was dented, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell back. The spear was snatched away by Jiang Xiaoyi.
There was also a warrior on one side, almost subconsciously, exploding all his strength, holding a gun and stabbing Jiang Xiaoyi, who was lying in the air with no way to dodge.
But at this moment, Lin Xi had already bumped into him.
The warrior in front who was knocked away by Lin Xi did not cause any hindrance to Lin Xi at all. Lin Xi's body was not huge, but at this time, it was like a rampaging giant lizard. In just one breath, in front of him
The two warriors were knocked away as easily as two leaves.
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Bian Linghan kept controlling the strings and shooting with an expressionless face.
Under the rapid and full force of the shot, her right arm that controlled the strings was extremely sore and swollen. She knew very well that her arm muscles would be strained if this continued, but the battle situation at this moment was extremely clear in her eyes. Originally, Qin Zhi
Yan Yan had an absolute advantage in the number of warriors and practitioners among the twelve carriages. However, due to the shock of Lin Xi and the yellow-robed Taoist's battle, and the suppression of arrows from her and the short-haired young man beside her, the five or six carriages behind her
Invisibly disconnected from the front, the battle between the carriages in front had become completely one-sided. She knew that as long as she persisted for a few dozen more breaths, the battle would end without any suspense.
The "Cold Wolf" next to Bian Linghan turned pale inexplicably. His arms were shaking completely, so that he could not shoot continuously, and he did not dare to shoot arrows at the battle group where his own people were, because he could no longer
Ensure the accuracy of your archery.
His real name is Xie Xijian. Although he is not a practitioner yet, he is an iron-blooded soldier who is extremely loyal to the empire. He has also seen some practitioner archers and knows that even if practitioners have the relaxation and mediation of soul power, they are constantly casting
After shooting, the muscles cannot recover quickly, and the soreness will remain so that it is difficult to shoot.
He knew that Bian Linghan's arrow speed was far faster than those of the cultivator archers he had seen before, but so many arrows fell... Although there was a painful expression on her eyebrows, she continued to shoot.
This kind of will made him frightened, but also felt deeply shocked and admired.
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(Finally I can add more...praise myself...everyone should also praise...)