Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Chapter 616 Probing And Striking

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and almost none of the people present reacted.

Even Lin Yaowu never imagined that the young man named Sun Xiaokong would have such ruthless and decisive methods.

Shot is merciless.

"Go together! He is the same as your Realm, just now Lin Hui was so easily dealt with because he underestimated the enemy..." Lin Yaowu ordered the other attendants.

He doesn't want to make a move yet.

Because Sun Xiaokong's shot was too fast just now, he couldn't get to the bottom, and he was afraid that his own shot would also be damaged, and the gain would outweigh the loss.

"Yes, young master!" The attendants responded in unison, and then stepped forward at the same time, their aura burst out instantly, each of them was a Cultivation Base with a Mahayana middle stage.

Li Ruozhuo and Liu Qingshan were so terrified that they even forgot to run away and lost the ability to think.

After the opponent came out with a servant, the Cultivation Base was able to surpass their ancestors by nearly two Realms, and they couldn't hold on to such a situation.

Even the slight aftermath of the battle is enough to kill them countless times.

At the critical juncture, there was a kind of gentle force that pulled the two of them out from the vicinity of the battlefield, and restored their clarity with a magical method.

"Thank you for saving my life, my lords..." Li Ruozhuo and Liu Qingshan thanked at the same time.

Zhou Linger smiled sweetly.

"Big Elder, you are welcome, we have been bothering Tai Xuanzong for many days, and it is only right to help..."

Li Ruozhuo raised his head again at this time and recognized Zhou Linger's identity. He personally received the latter when they first arrived a few days ago.

At that time, I felt that this group of people was extraordinary, and I didn't dare to be negligent, but now it seems that I still underestimate it...

"What's more, Xiaokong really has a reason to make a move..." Zhou Linger looked up at the statue not far away at this time, and felt more like a fire senior.

"This..." Li Ruozhuo and Liu Qingshan looked at each other, both a little puzzled, but they didn't ask, thinking about the master's intentions, especially what they could easily guess.

The mid-air battlefield is about to explode.

Several attendants of Zhenwu Tianlin's family each sacrificed their spiritual weapons Magic Treasures, using their best secret techniques.

Although each of them's Cultivation Base is higher than Sun Xiaokong's by a small Realm, they dare not be careless, otherwise Lin Hui's untimely death just now will be their fate.

Bell chanting, sword mingling, sword light, stick shadow...

All of them are intertwined together, forming an impenetrable big net, roaring towards the golden figure in midair.

"A guy like you is equipped with a stick? Today, I will let the young master teach you what is called a stick!"

Sun Xiaokong shouted loudly, Ruyi Scepter Dinghai Needle shined brightly, broke through the large net intertwined by Spirit Power, and directly smashed towards the cultivator holding the Coiling Dragon Stick.

The latter hurriedly raised his stick to meet him, but it was meaningless.

Upon contact, the Coiling Dragon Staff was split into two pieces, and it was annihilated together with its owner in the golden light.

Seeing this, the rest of the people didn't dare to be careless, each occupied a position, and surrounded Sun Xiaokong.

Sword Qi came from different directions, palm prints and fist shadows covered the sky, a big bronze bell fell head-on, and the pressed void was shattered inch by inch...

But Sun Xiaokong didn't panic, his thin fleshy body hummed inwardly, his body swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a little golden man with a size of eight feet.

"Boom", Sun Xiaokong showed his fierce power, and grabbed the sky with his gleaming golden palm, and all the lights of Sword Qi burst into pieces, turning into nothing.

Immediately afterwards, Ruyi Scepter pointed the sea needle towards the sky, and the big bronze clock above his head was poked out a big hole and flew away.

The operator of the big clock was shocked by the huge force, he let out a muffled groan, spewed out blood, and his breath instantly languished.

Sun Xiaokong didn't give him any chance to breathe, he immediately chased him and swept him into a pulp.

Although the other people were only slightly injured, they were scared out of their wits. They all stood there in a daze, at a loss, and subconsciously turned their heads to look at their young master.

Lin Yaowu's face was gloomy, he didn't say a word, and he didn't say anything to tell the attendants to withdraw.

In his eyes, a servant is a servant, and once it loses its effect, it is not a pity to die.

"Bang bang bang", another three figures were beaten into blood mist by Sun Xiaokong.

In the end, the servant of the Lin family couldn't restrain the fear in his heart, and fled back in a panic.

"Young...young master, save me!"

But what was waiting for him was Lin Yaowu's cold gaze.

"Hmph, my Lin family doesn't need a gutless person like you..." Lin Yaowu snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and broke the attendant's neck.

"Hey, hey, why did you do it yourself? I haven't played enough!" Sun Xiaokong casually carried the Ruyi Scepter Dinghai Needle, laughing loudly.

Lin Yaowu's face sank like water, and he didn't answer. As soon as he let go of his hand, the corpse he was carrying fell freely from the air.

"Very well, you are very nice..."

"With your current strength, you are enough to be my opponent..."

I saw him grasping the palm of his hand, and an ancient and simple long sword grew out of his palm in an instant, with a cold light and green light shining.

"Today I will kill you here with this blue-patterned sword!"

As soon as the cyan long sword appeared, the temperature dropped sharply in a radius of ten thousand feet, so that the heavy breathing of the onlookers instantly turned into mist.

"That's the Lin family's Qingwen sword!" Many people exclaimed.

"I didn't expect Lin Yaowu to invite all the Qingwen swords out. It seems that the other party put him under a lot of pressure..."

"It is said that the blue-patterned sword is the natal spiritual treasure of an ancestor of the Lin family. It has been nourished for tens of thousands of years, and countless strong people have died on the edge of the sword..."

"The ancestor of the Lin family must belong to the line that Lin Yaowu belongs to, otherwise he would definitely not be able to invite him."

"The kid named Sun Xiaokong is dangerous now. The blue-patterned sword is extremely sharp. Even ordinary people have the power to split mountains and mountains, let alone Lin Yaowu, the pride of the Lin family..."

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"This blue-pattern sword is really extraordinary. Although it can't exert a little bit of power in the hands of a Mahayana early stage junior, it is also quite terrifying. It is difficult to find an opponent under the feather..."

Elder Zhuang beside Yaoyang frowned slightly. He had heard the reputation of this ancient sword, and he was a little worried.

Sun Xiaokong is a good friend of his young master, so he naturally doesn't want to see any damage to the former.

But Yaoyang always had a smile on his face, without any worries.

"Old Zhuang, don't underestimate Xiaokong, just a genius from the Lin family can't do anything to him..."

"Otherwise I wouldn't have ended in a tie with him after many confrontations..."

"Hmm..." Mr. Zhuang nodded slowly, he was naturally aware of his young master's ability, if it were the young master who made the move, then Lin Yaowu probably wouldn't be able to last for many rounds.

From this point of view, Sun Xiaokong should have no difficulty in defeating Lin Yaowu...