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"Well?"

For the first time, Lin Ming couldn't help squinting. Indeed, at that time, there was already a hot breath on his face, which made him sweat on his forehead.

At the same time, he knew that the golden bell cover could not block the sword of Chilin.

The five colors of nature, not to mention.

At this time, if there is anything that can stop the Chilin sword, there is no other means except the Dragon Qi.

"Hum."

For a moment, Lin Ming's face sank, and the breath of dragon's pulse came out naturally.

"Boy, if you don't die this time, I'll write Zhang Wei's name upside down."

The Chilin sword in his hand is already with an incomparable hot breath. It turns into a red lightning and shoots towards Lin Ming. Zhang Wei naturally feels that Lin Ming is dead this time.

After all, the Chilin sword is not ordinary. It is one of the five treasures of Qingcheng sect, ranking second. It is one of the killing weapons carried by the leader of Qingcheng sect.

As far as he knows, as long as the leader of Qingcheng sect uses the Chilin sword, the enemy will not die.

"Well?"

But just as the Chilin sword was about to penetrate Lin Ming's body, Zhang Wei's face could not help changing, and his heart was inexplicably palpitating.

"What's the matter?"

Sure enough, next moment, next to Wu Ren is also a exclamation, dead looking at the sword.

It's true that at this time, I saw the big killing weapon of Qingcheng sect. It suddenly stopped in front of Lin Ming's eyes.

As for Lin Ming's bell jar, it has been broken by the Chilin sword, so at this time, the Chilin sword is very close to Lin Ming, just under his eyes, not more than ten centimeters away.

But at such a close distance, Chilin sword suddenly stopped.

"What's going on?"

For a time, Zhang Wei is also silly, a pair of misty look up, do not know what happened.

"This..."

Next moment, Zhang Wei's face is not changed.

It was true that he could see it very clearly, and then he saw that the red Lin sword suddenly trembled. First, there was a slight tremor, and then the amplitude of the tremor suddenly increased. It seemed that he was greatly surprised and trembled involuntarily.

"Zhang Wei, you don't have to play with this boy, just kill him."

Seeing such a scene at this time, Yi Siyang didn't think much about it, and he felt that Zhang Wei was just playing with Lin Ming.

It's true that Zhang Wei is not only a swordsmanship genius, but also has the strength of half step spirit. Lin Ming has no reason not to die just because of this Chilin sword of Qingcheng sect.

But at the moment, where can Zhang Wei hear what Yi Siyang said? His eyes are still wide open. He looks at the Chilin sword suspended in front of Lin Ming with incredible color.

"What's that smell?"

At this time, with Chilin sword shaking violently, finally, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren feel a trace of inexplicable breath.

This breath is coming out of Lin Ming.

For the first time, they also knew that it was this breath that resisted the Chilin sword.

"This kid is weird."

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren frown slightly.

Then, they look at each other with a tacit understanding. At the same time, with a cold hum, they flash and shoot directly at Lin Ming.

It's true that the golden bell cover outside Lin Ming's body has been broken by Chilin sword.

Since the golden bell cover, which is known as the strongest defense, has been broken, in their opinion, they might as well go forward and kill Lin Ming.

They have a good idea, and they think they will succeed.

After all, the two of them have the power to transform the spirit in half a step, while Lin Ming is only the ninth floor of the condensing atmosphere. Not to mention that they have joined hands, even if they are alone, they can directly shoot Lin Ming to death.

However, they underestimated Lin Ming and looked up at themselves.

"It's the breath of dragon's pulse."

At this time, Yi Siyang seemed to suddenly think of something. He exclaimed, and immediately got up in a dejected manner, muttering: "what's the matter? This boy is not a dragon clan, so why does he have dragon pulse in his body. Ah

Murmuring, he suddenly exclaimed again. It's true that he naturally thought of Lin Ming's extremely strange way of absorbing each other's breath.

For a moment, he couldn't help feeling that Lin Ming was more profound. Indeed, he searched all the ancient books of yinlongmen for thousands of years, and found no record of this strange method.

"Die

At this time, Zhang Wei and Wu Ren had already attacked Lin Ming from left to right, and a pair of fists also hit Lin Ming's head at the same time.

They didn't plan to keep their hands at all. They made full use of the strength of the half step spirit realm.

In their view, regardless of the strength of the Ninth level of the condensate gas realm, even the Lingwu people who transform the spirit realm will surely suffer from their siege.

"What..."

"This..."

But the next moment, two people can't help but look at each other stupidly, at the same time showing a look of astonishment.

Indeed, they could see very clearly that just when their fists were about to blow directly at Lin Ming's head, Lin Ming made a hand, and lightning made a hand, and caught their fierce fist.

For a moment, they still disdain it. Naturally, they feel that with Lin Ming's strength of only the ninth floor of the condensate gas field, how can a simple hand block their fists.

But the next moment, a very powerful breath came out of the palm of Lin Ming's hand, and the instant time also came to them.

This time, their fist was blocked by Lin Ming. Not only that, their bodies were unable to move.

In this way, they were not surprised.

"Well, what's the matter?"

"Why did the two great swordsmanship talents of Qingcheng school suddenly stop?"

Seeing such a scene, everyone else was at a loss. They couldn't believe that Lin Ming's easy hand blocked their close fists at the same time.

Naturally, not everyone has the insight of Yi Siyang, the elder of hidden dragon gate. He can feel the breath of dragon pulse coming out of Lin Ming.

At this time, Lin Ming looked at Zhang Wei and Wu Ren, and said with a smile, "you're amazing. You're the swordsmanship genius of Qingcheng school. You've got the Chilin sword in your hand. Don't you think you're going to eat me? Why, why don't you start now? Ha ha. "

When it comes to the end, Lin Ming is also a smile full of irony, which makes Zhang Wei and Wu Ren blush in an instant.

But they were helpless. They wanted to fight, but their fists were caught by Lin Ming, and their whole body was imprisoned by an inexplicable momentum. They wanted to move, but they couldn't move at all.

"Can't move?" Lin Ming joked, "you can't move, so I'll do it

I said that Liao Chaohan, the deputy leader of Qingcheng sect, and the swordsmanship genius all died in my hands, but you don't believe it

So that's what happens to you. "

Before the words were heard, Lin Ming's palm gave a little force.

Then, a sound of cracking came out, followed by a scream, which came from Zhang Wei and Wu Ren almost at the same time.

Indeed, at this moment, with a little effort, Lin Ming first crushed their fists.