The Goddess's Super Son-in-Law

Jiuyu trembled, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

He also wants to fight.

He knew that once Lin Yang died, he would not be able to escape.

But all the energy channels in his whole body were abolished by Palace Master Qinglian, and his cultivation base was lost. At this moment, he is no different from a disabled person, and he cannot pose a threat to Palace Master Qinglian at all.

But even Yu Bihong couldn't hurt Palace Mistress Qinglian.

Now, what else is possible?

The situation on the scene is hopeless.

Palace Mistress Qinglian glanced at Yu Bihong coldly: "Don't worry, bastard, I won't kill you! I will transform all of you into my faithful dogs, and let you guard my house for me. Of course, you The role of the dog is not just as simple as being a dog! I have worked so hard to raise you, but you still betrayed me! Before I transform you into a dog, I will throw you to them. I think they must pay attention to your cultivation. very interested!"

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Hearing the sound, the Qinglian palace servant at the door was overjoyed: "Thank you, master!"

"Take these two useless dogs down first!"

Palace Master Qing Lian sneered, then stopped being polite, and slashed at Lin Yang over there.

She wants to end it all!

Whoosh!

Fingers down again.

The nail blade seems to split the void.

The terrifying blade energy shredded the wall behind Lin Yang.

But... at the moment when the blade energy was about to fall on Lin Yang's head.

clang!

A more swift and fierce sword glow suddenly struck.

Pooh!

Palace Mistress Qinglian trembled violently, and her face froze.

The attack on Lin Yang stopped abruptly.

And...she only felt that her wrist was empty, no, she couldn't feel her palm anymore.

Looking down, his hands were cut off, and blood was already gushing out!

Looking at Lin Yang again, he is holding a long sword like a writing brush in his left hand...

Although the shape of this thing is weird, it can be known from the flickering edge of the pen sword that this pen sword...is extraordinary!

Look at Lin Yang again.

He has put his hands down.

The wound on the neck has healed.

Not only that, under the action of Tiansheng Dao, the scars all over his body are healing quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yang had recovered to his original state.

Palace Master Qing Lian didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly backed away, took out the silver needle she carried with her, stabbed it on her arm, and made her palm grow, and at the same time swallowed the elixir hidden in her teeth to help recover from the injury.

This sudden drastic change made everyone a little unbelievable.

"Your knife...is so amazing! It looks like I won't be able to kill you unless I completely destroy your mobility!"

The Mistress Qinglian said ferociously.

"That's right, but you know it's too late."

Lin Yang shook his head.

"You said it's all right?"

Palace Mistress Qinglian was startled.

But Lin Yang suddenly shook his hands.

The sword painting pen and the natural knife unexpectedly all turned into a ray of light and disappeared in his palm.

Palace Mistress Qinglian couldn't help but stare blankly.

He doesn't even use these two grotesque magic weapons?

Why?

Could it be that... he has even more terrifying means?

Thinking of this, an extremely bad feeling emerged in the heart of Palace Mistress Qinglian.

But seeing Lin Yang slowly raised his hand, a golden light was blooming in the palm of his hand, and a blueprint slowly appeared indistinctly.

"Palace Master Qinglian, do you know why I dare to come here alone...to see you?"

"Why..."

Palace Master Qinglian said dryly.

"Because I know...I can kill you!"

Lin Yang said coldly, his eyes suddenly turned red, and then he shook his hands.

boom!

The golden light exploded.

A slender picture scroll floated behind him.

The picture scroll was unfolded, and countless imprints of the divine sword appeared...

"Ten Thousand Swords Picture?"

The lord of the palace is as if struck by lightning.