Grassroots Immortality

Seeing He Shouyi's appearance, it was obvious that he was pretending.

All the disciples of Kaitian Sect looked unhappy.

Hao Jianren's expression was the most intense, and he said to Lin Xian: "Brother Jianren, don't give me face. If you can kill him, don't let him get seriously injured. This is the principle of our Kaitian Sect."

Hearing Hao Jianren's words, He Shouyi looked angry.

However, because the previous two games of their Dali Sect ended in failure, and the two genius disciples had become minced meat, He Shouyi didn't say anything big.

He just stepped into the square and swung his heavy sword at Lin Xian.

Suddenly, a heavy breath appeared out of thin air and shot towards Lin Xian.

Lin Xian dodged He Shouyi's attack with a flash.

At the same time, Lin Xian punched out, and a more powerful energy shot towards He Shou's abdomen.

He Shouyi blocked with his sword, and a huge force immediately hit the giant sword.

A clang sounded, and He Shouyi's sword-holding hand suddenly felt numb, and the whole person retreated several feet.

In just two breaths, the two of them fought back and forth.

At this moment, He Shouyi's face became very solemn.

It was no accident that this boy could kill two genius disciples.

He Shouyi's giant sword offset a lot of power to block the previous attack, but he could still feel such a strong force. It can be imagined how powerful the opponent's punch should have been.

In close combat, the loser will die, and He Shouyi certainly did not dare to hold back.

The heavy sword in his hand swung flexibly, and the sword energy kept shuttling in the square.

Lin Xian's figure was like lightning, and his speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

The fist force and sword energy intertwined, and the battle between the two was indeed much more intense than the previous two games.

The heavy sword has both offense and defense, and He Shouyi is very skilled in it.

A set of heavy sword swordsmanship is quite good.

Lin Xian had never learned any boxing techniques, and he only relied on his powerful strength to hurt the enemy.

But He Shouyi's heavy sword was obviously not an ordinary treasure.

If it was an ordinary treasure, it would have been smashed to pieces by Lin Xian's iron fist.

But the two had been fighting for a cup of tea, and the heavy sword was intact, with clear lines on the surface, and it was releasing a faint luster, without even a trace left!

Seeing this scene, Lin Xian's eyes lit up.

His figure flashed, and he punched again.

At the same time, Lin Xian quickly condensed a soul-breaking fist in his mind and blasted it towards He Shouyi's sea of ​​consciousness.

The soul-breaking fist blasted into He Shouyi's sea of ​​consciousness, and He Shouyi's mind swelled slightly, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy, but it immediately recovered.

The soul-breaking fist had almost no effect on He Shouyi!

The Yuanshen of a cultivator in the Shenhua period is already relatively solid, and if the soul attack is not particularly powerful, it will not have much impact on it.

Lin Xian's soul attack was like a speck of dust falling on a calm lake, without any effect.

He Shouyi relied on his treasured heavy sword and was almost evenly matched with Lin Xian.

Although Lin Xian's attack was powerful, he was easily blocked by the heavy sword every time, and the heavy sword was not damaged at all.

In this way, as long as both sides did not use new powerful means, it would be difficult to determine the winner.

Although He Shouyi could not kill Lin Xian, if he could tie with him, he could at least save some face for the Dali Sect.

On the square, the two figures flashed quickly, and the fierce battle continued.

Lin Xian also understood the situation at the moment. His eyes were slightly red at this time, and he would not think more.

Seizing the opportunity, a golden light flashed, and the Zhenyue stick appeared in his hand.

He Shouyi originally thought that Lin Xian would continue to fight with fists, but he did not expect that this person would also offer weapons.

Even if both sides used weapons, He Shouyi's confidence in the black heavy sword would not be shaken at all.

Lin Xian's right hand, which was originally swinging his fist, tightly grasped the Zhenyue Stick. He did not inject a trace of Yuanli into it.

At this moment, the Zhenyue Stick was like an ordinary weapon, without a trace of breath escaping.

Lin Xian's right arm was throbbing with blue veins, and it was conceivable how much strength he had used.

The Zhenyue Stick was extremely heavy, and this black heavy sword was definitely far behind.

The next moment, the Zhenyue Stick finally hit the black heavy sword.

A loud noise made the ears of the monks watching the battle buzz.

Lin Xian grabbed the Zhenyue Stick with his right arm and swept it horizontally. He Shouyi used the black heavy sword to block it again in a hurry.

The moment the Zhenyue Stick hit the black heavy sword, He Shouyi knew his fate.

He Shouyi only felt a huge force coming, and he immediately spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The black heavy sword was directly smashed into a V shape by the Zhenyue Stick, and the Zhenyue Stick also hit He Shouyi's chest firmly.

There were constant sounds of bones breaking on his body. He Shouyi knew that he had failed to save face for the Dali Sect. Even if he didn't die, how could he face his master?

The heavy sword slipped out of his hand, and He Shouyi flew backwards. Lin Xian flashed and caught up with the flying He Shouyi, grabbed his neck and pressed it to the ground.

Then he punched He Shouyi's body more than ten times before stopping.

He Shouyi's fate was not much different from the previous two.

The ground was full of blood, broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and the bloody smell in the air became thicker again.

The Zhenyue stick appeared for less than a breath, and people didn't see what kind of treasure Lin Xian was using.

When attacking He Shouyi, there was only a flash of golden light, and then He Shouyi vomited blood and flew backwards. Then Lin Xian followed and hit more than ten punches, and He Shouyi was beaten into a pulp on the spot, and his life was lost.

"You bold boy, dare to openly kill my beloved disciple, and your murderous heart is so strong. It is also a scourge to stay in the world. Let me remove this scourge for the Vajra Domain Channel."

Luo Dali's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot. His voice was still floating in the air, and he was close to Lin Xian.

Lin Xian only felt a huge force coming towards him, and this huge force could smash him to pieces in an instant.

A sense of crisis arose from his heart, and at this moment, Lin Xian's eyes had returned to normal.

Lin Xian wanted to move his body, but his body could not move a step.

Just when Lin Xian was considering whether to enter the Qiankun Mirror, a figure appeared not far in front of him and blocked Luo Dali's attack.

At the same time, his body could move at will.

Yang Dingtian!

It was Yang Dingtian who rescued Lin Xian!

"Fellow Daoist Luo, with your strength, you actually attacked a new junior disciple. If this matter gets out, you won't be afraid of losing face for the Dali Sect!"

"Ah! Sorry, I was wrong. You Dali Sect has never had any face to speak of. As the sect leader, it is normal for you to do this!"

"Is Fellow Daoist Luo itching to show off your skills? How about Yang accompany you to spar with you? Exercise your hands and feet?"

Hearing Yang Dingtian's words, the disciples of Kaitian Sect all laughed.

It seems that the Kaitian Sect, from top to bottom, is almost the same.