After the words fell to the ground, Yao Xianxian's body seemed to tremble slightly, and the footprints that fell again were obviously a little shallower than the previous ones.
Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes. Yao Xianxian's move seemed easy, but in fact it took a lot of internal energy.
He mixes his internal energy into the sound waves, and using the sound waves to fend off the enemy can certainly shatter the enemy's heart. However, if he kills one thousand enemies, he will suffer eight hundred losses. Over time, he will inevitably suffer the backlash of the loss of internal energy.
Yao Xianxian did not stop, but continued walking forward.
"I submit to you not because I am afraid of death, but because I want to find an opportunity to rescue Feifei and the others. Now, this opportunity has finally come to me. With Sect Leader Lin here, there is no one who cannot be saved."
"So." He slightly raised the corners of his lips, with a cruel and cold smile: "Those who stand in my way will have no choice but to die!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, Yao Xianxian's raised foot suddenly hit the ground hard.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, like a giant thunder from the sky, shaking the sky.
The bonfire in front of Lin Chu jumped, and the roasted deer riding on the fire jumped with it. If Lu An hadn't been quick and quick, a deer leg would have fallen into the fire.
At the other end, there was a commotion in the team of men in black. After that sound, most of the people were so frightened by the sound waves that they bleed from their seven orifices and had their heart veins cut off.
The lifeless human body suddenly fell down.
Lu An was stunned when he saw it, and a smile spread across his cheeks the next moment.
This Lord Yao looks very gentle, but his attacks are really ruthless! How can he kill so many people in just a few steps?
How come Mr. Lin sent such a wonderful talent to the Shui Si Yamen for free? What a waste of resources!
Yao Xianxian finally stopped, and the last step seemed to drain all the strength from his body.
It was clearly a severe winter weather, but his clothes were as if they were fished out of water, soaking wet inside and out.
Yao Xianxian's body shook, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood. He was about to fall down. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand to touch the corners of his lips, sat down on the ground, crossed his legs and adjusted his breathing.
The adjutant Jie Jie smiled strangely, his eyes shining brightly.
He was not shocked to death by the last blow, but he was seriously injured. At this moment, his face was full of joy.
"You can't do it anymore."
He twitched the corners of his lips: "I still have many brothers. After I die, none of your sweetheart and her friends will survive!"
"It's so noisy!" Yao Xianxian frowned: "You don't have that chance."
He exhaled and slowly opened his eyes: "Have you forgotten that the Black Witch Xiao family was once a great family. If you touch their head, don't you need to pay the price?"
The adjutant's expression changed, and he suddenly felt the pain in his limbs and bones, like ants gnawing at him: "You poisoned me? How is that possible!"
"How is it impossible?"
Yao Xianxian smiled and said many more words, almost gushing out a mouthful of blood that had just been suppressed.
He could only tighten his lips again: "I replaced the poison you put on the arrowheads. Xiao Yinchou secretly gave this medicine to me when I came here. You have held it in your hands for so long, and you don't feel any discomfort at all?"
"That man... is obviously going to die..."
"Just because you're about to die doesn't mean you're already dead." Yao Xianxian glanced at him: "Have you forgotten the black witch Xiao's best skill?
"Catch..." The adjutant trembled: "Catch the corpse?"
"Exactly." Yao Xianxian nodded: "They live with the dead every day, how many ways can they bring back to life?"
