Volume 16 Chapter 17

Emperor Yunqin turned around in silence and walked through the palace gate to the central road of the imperial city.

After all, this is Zhongzhou city. Before the founding of the state of Yunqin, before the appearance of Zhang Yuanchang in Zhongzhou City, this was the world of changsun family. So even after Lin Xi's appearance alone until now, everything was beyond his expectation, but he still didn't feel that he would lose this war here.

He slightly bowed his head. In the eyes of many people in Zhongzhou, it seemed to be a gesture of remorse and remorse. However, the golden brick on the bottom of his feet was a cold thought in his heart. Even if he died here after all, he must drag Lin Xi and qingluan college to die together.

The shadow master stood outside the Palace door. Even though there was the whole imperial city behind him, he could not feel any backing. Looking at his own Lin Xi, he had an unprecedented fear in his heart.

After all, he was a saint. He knew that he could not fear in this duel, so he took a deep breath and began to build up a strong confidence for himself: "last winter, I lost in your hands, just for two reasons. One reason is that you have the most powerful soul soldier in the whole world of practitioners. The other reason is that you hide your accomplishments and deliberately limit your accomplishments to the breakthrough point, so that I despise your accomplishments. "

"However, you are still only a practitioner of the great master level." With the narration, the expression of the shadow sage also became cold and powerful: "the distance between the grand master's rank and the saint's rank, even if it is the peak of the grand master, is still like a huge mountain, so you can't make me make mistakes in your cultivation judgment like last winter. So today, I can't lose. "

"If we make this a normal duel in Zhongzhou, we can talk more nonsense for the satisfaction of the audience."

Lin Xi smiled and said: "in fact, compared with the various saints who have come out of Zhongzhou city for so many years, you are still the least popular one, because you only dare to hide in the dark corner to assassinate. I'm afraid you are not comfortable with such a battle scene as today. Last winter, if you didn't die, you should leave Zhongzhou and spend the rest of your life. Now you dare to stand in front of me, you won't have any good results. "

The shadow master began to tremble again in a calm mood. He could feel that Lin Xi's words were not meant to be heard by him, but to ease the atmosphere of the people outside Zhongzhou city.

He didn't want to talk.

He felt that if he went on, his confidence would begin to melt again.

So he took Lin Xi and made a strong drink.

The strength from his mouth formed a straight white line in front of him.

A withered blade of sword light, falling from his sleeve, clinging to the ground, swept up countless white snow, instantly swept up countless snow fog, hidden in these snow fog.

The white snow fog is everywhere, but Lin Xi is still motionless, in the middle of these white snow fog.

There is snow in the world with one sword. Countless practitioners in the streets and alleys of Zhongzhou city are shocked. They think that the holy step is the holy step after all. It seems that even a hundred heavily armored Knights will be swallowed up in such a snow fog in an instant. What can Lin Xi do to defeat the despised holy master?

What makes all these practitioners more shocked is that in a huge snow fog, there seem to be countless white faces stretched out, forming countless white sword shadows protruding outwards.

These sword shadows are all the flying swords of the shadow master, which are rapidly punctured and formed.

Hundreds of thousands of white sword shadows, all facing the inside of Lin Xi, are like thousands of white flying swords, floating outside Lin Xi's body, no one knows which is the real flying sword.

All the practitioners who observe the war in the streets and alleys feel the horror of sword.

After all, the imperial court worship is the imperial court worship. Many practitioners who usually live in Zhongzhou city have their own pride, but at this moment, they are sure that they can't resist such a sword.

However, Lin Xi, surrounded by a real thousand swords, only slightly raised his head.

In the moment when he raised his head, the long sword behind him jumped up in the eyes of many practitioners without any reason. In a very light posture, he walked quickly in the space in front of him. In front of him, in an instant, there were countless crisscross transparent swords.

What's different is that these transparent swords, like the silk lights on the ice, are all real and gather real strength.

At the moment when these transparent sword lights were interwoven in front of Lin Xi, a white snow fog in the snow fog in front of him suddenly broke, and the flying sword with the color of withered leaves shot out of it and stabbed into the countless transparent sword lights.

There was a cry of surprise.

Before the sound of the cry, the face of the shadow master had become extremely pale. With a hiss, his right arm made another crack. The soul power that had been surging in his body was even stronger. The flying sword, like a dead leaf, accelerated again to stab the brow of Linxi in a more determined manner.

At the moment when his flying sword touched the first crystal like sword light, all these crisscross sword lights in front of Lin Xi suddenly lit up, and suddenly burst into a stronger force. Only for a few minutes, there were countless crystal swords and the flying sword of shadow master cut together.

The flying sword that the shadow master wants to gallop is slowed down by the hard cutting and stabbing, and countless bright and small flames burst out on the sword.

The soul force converging on the sword body collides, making the soul force in the shadow master roll up, making his body begin to shake violently. However, he and many practitioners who observe the war at the same time find that in such a collision, Lin Xi's body does not vibrate at all.

"Heaven man sword?"

The shadow master reflected in an instant, and these three words came to mind. Then he shouted out more clearly and correctly: "Twilight sword!"

Lin Xi smiled.

His flying sword had once again scattered twilight in front of him.

In the sound of the shadow master's shrill voice, the shadow master's withered leaf color flying sword carries countless tiny fireworks like fire light, from the cutting of transparent silk light, just like a swimming fish breaking through the binding of fishing.

However, in the space around this flying sword, there are countless transparent silks.

There are still countless flames on his flying sword.

After breaking through the sword formation with a sword mark, his flying sword fell into a new sword formation.

There are countless transparent swords all the time, cut on his flying sword and blocked in the space between his flying sword and Lin Xi.

The shadow master can't control the six twilight of Lin Xi, but he can't control the flying sword. When the blood from his concussion surges to his throat, he knows that he can't control his flying sword any more.

When a blood gushed out of his mouth, he gave up his flying sword in horror.

He lost his flying sword. In an instant, he became a dead leaf flying in the vertical and horizontal sword light. He was cut to fly and fell to the ground.

Ding's sound, in the moment of his flying sword inserted into the snow and falling to the ground, all the practitioners in Zhongzhou city can't believe their eyes.

All people thought that Lin Xi must have control, but all people did not think that Lin Xi relied on other means of the college, but purely on the means of flying sword to flying sword, directly shot down the flying sword of the shadow master.

The shadow master's flying sword falls behind Lin Xi.

In many unbelievable eyes, Lin Xi grasped the hilt of his flying sword and began to move towards the shadow master.

The shadow master subconsciously withdraws one step, but he has no way to go.

So he picked up his spirit again and grasped a thing in his sleeve.

Lin Xi's figure turned into a stream shadow, and within the time of counting interest, it was less than ten steps away from him.

As soon as his sword shook in his hand, it seemed that it would fly again.

At this time, the shadow master's right hand stretched out from his sleeve. In his hand, he tightly held a small purple sand metal hand!

This small metal hand is about the same size as the "tickle hand" which the Yunqin people often use to tickle the back, but the fingers are extremely delicate and beautiful, like picking flowers in the void.

Resident hand!

This is the most powerful soul soldier who used to stay in the family!

In the moment of pouring his own strength into the resident hand, the shadow master, who was standing still, began to pedal on the ground with unimaginable speed.

In his coming, as long as Lin Xi's flying sword is locked by the residence hand that emperor Yun Qin got from Wen xuanshu, Lin Xi still can't defeat him. After all, Lin Xi can't compare with him in perception, reaction speed and soul power.

However, at this time, a small black claw, with some sinister gesture, stretched out from Linxi's cuff.

A more dense fog appeared between him and Lin Xi.

The shadow master snapped, but filled his whole body with soul power, and still stretched out his residence hand.

In his perception, Lin Xi's flying sword has bullied his left side. Under the cover of the ice fog, he began to weave the sword marks vertically and horizontally.

"Poof!"

The impact of the ice fog and the soul force densely distributed outside his body made him form a layer of white ice chips. At the same time, a strange wave of vitality broke out in the residence hand held by his right hand. Under the gushing of his soul force, it suddenly contracted, and with a clang, it locked Lin Xi's flying sword firmly in the palm. The gold and iron rubbed, and a fire burst out!

If Lin Xi's sword is locked successfully, in this kind of close combat, it is equivalent to firmly locking the winning opportunity.

Even if Lin Xi wants to retreat, with his speed and strength, he can also cling to him. It is impossible for Lin Xi to pull away from him.

In the shadow master's subconscious at this moment, Lin Xi only relies on the flying sword, but does not take a small black bow and arrow, which is a fatal mistake!

However, in this moment, his body was stiff because of the cold attack and the cold from his heart.

Because he felt that the resident hand was like a dead object.

Lin Xi's strength, before the residence hand locked the sword, had already separated from the sword!

At this moment, two bright, pure and dazzling beams of light came out of the ice fog and pierced his eyes accurately!

He knew that Lin Xi had used his power on the light, but his body was still moving fast, so Lin Xi could not do it at all