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White lotuses floated out from between Lin Tian's eyebrows and floated in the air like lotus rain. An Old Drunkard was moved and his eyes sparkled for the first time. However, a smile soon appeared on the old drunkard's face.
"Buzz!"
The white lotuses flew and made a buzzing sound.
Zuo Shang and Ling Ye's expressions instantly changed when they saw this scene, especially Ling Ye. A few days ago, he had personally suffered the attack of these white lotuses. Just a single patch had caused him so much pain that he wished he was dead. However, at this moment, there was a dense pile of them!
Ling Ye immediately retreated and dodged quickly with Zuo Shang.
Lin Tian looked cold and indifferent. He took a step forward and crossed the distance.
Clang!
The long sword in his hand shook and the Thunder Flame Sword swept across and swept the two of them over.
Intense pain came from his chest from time to time, but Lin Tian's face was expressionless. Only his eyes were cold. At this time, he did not have much True Core Strength in his body and his injuries were worsening. Therefore, after summoning the white lotuses, he directly used the Yin Yang Puppet and waved the spiritual sword in his hand as fast as he could.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The long sword continued to clash with Zuo Shang and Ling Ye. Although the two of them were not weak, and their battle prowess was not bad, they were in a very difficult situation at this moment. Firstly, they had to dodge the white lotuses around them, and secondly, they were suppressed by Lin Tian's powerful battle intent.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, there was a scream. A lotus petal floated into Zuo Shang's mind.
Although it was only one petal, it was enough to make Zuo Shang suffer. He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
A cold light flashed in Lin Tian's eyes. He squatted slightly and then shot out, brushing past Zuo Shang.
Poof!
Blood splattered in the air and Zuo Shang's scream came to an abrupt end.
With a bang, Zuo Shang's body fell to the ground. There was a bloody wound on his throat and blood was flowing out.
The Sword of Lightning had cut his throat!
"So fast!"
"Even with such a heavy injury, he can still do this!"
"Really …"
Many people were shocked.
This level of strength was truly too freakish!
"You are the only one left!"
Lin Tian tilted his head and looked at Ling Ye.
Facing Lin Tian's cold gaze, Ling Ye's heart trembled. Even though he was at the peak, he couldn't help but take a step back.
Lin Tian's fighting spirit was too strong!
"Die!"
Ling Ye roared angrily. His True Essence vibrated as he slashed out an extremely tyrannical sword aura.
Lin Tian narrowed his eyes and quickly retreated, dodging the sword. However, in the next moment, his expression changed slightly. This was because after Ling Ye slashed out with this sword, he did not charge over. Instead, he ran in the direction of the experts of the Hundred Refinements Workshop.
"Seniors, save me!"
Ling Ye shouted.
Lin Tian's expression was very cold, and his fighting spirit was shockingly strong. Ling Ye was scared and completely lost the courage to fight.
"Trash!"
Lin Tian was disdainful.
However, he had to admit that Ling Ye's actions made him feel much more relaxed.
At this moment, he mobilized all the True Essence in his body, and the space between his brows lit up once again. The white lotus petals floating in the air quickly gathered in the middle, and in an instant, they condensed into a short sword about five inches long.
"Kill!"
Lin Tianleng said.
With a whoosh, the short sword was like a bolt of lightning. It arrived in an instant and directly pierced into the back of Ling Ye's head.
Ling Ye immediately screamed and fell to the ground with a bang. He kept rolling and twitching as if he had gone mad. He kept tearing at his hair and even tore off a lot of his scalp. The scene could be said to be a ghastly sight. However, gradually, Ling Ye's screams became weaker, and his movements became smaller. In the end, he completely stopped moving.
The Lotus Sword had shattered his sea of consciousness!
"They're dead!"
"Chu Xuan, Zuo Shang, Ling Ye …"
"It seems that only about a hundred breaths have passed since he killed those three people."
"This guy, with such heavy injuries, actually killed those three traitors so quickly?"
"This …"
Seeing the scene in front of them, all the disciples of the Burning Sun Sect were dumbfounded.
"Good kill!"
Tu Bei roared. He was happy and sad at the same time, with an indescribable emotion.
In the distance, the leader of the Burning Sun Sect and the others stared straight at Lin Tian. Such a young man, how many in the world could there be?
"Cough!"
Lin Tian coughed up blood. Using the spirit sword to support his body, he squatted down.
Using his True Essence to kill three Sea of Consciousness cultivators in a row with a heavily injured body, his injuries had become more serious than before. Even his vision had become blurry. However, even so, his face revealed a smile. He looked at An Old Drunkard not far away. "Old man, I've taken care of this."
An Old Drunkard laughed heartily. A drop of wine floated out from his gourd and was directly flicked into Lin Tian's mouth. "Kid, this thing is very precious. You've wasted two drops today." An Old Drunkard turned around and looked in the direction of the Burning Sun Sect's Elder Luo Yu. "The disciple has done the disciple's job. Now, as the master, it's up to you to clear the field."
An Old Drunkard had a smile on his face. He stepped forward step by step, in the direction of the Seven Mysteries Pavilion's Yi Zhengxing.
"Li Changfeng, you …"
"Clang!"
The sound of a sword rang out. Yi Zhengshang was directly sent flying, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.
An Old Drunkard's face didn't have the slightest killing intent. From start to finish, he maintained a faint smile. "When you were in the Imperial City, you tried to kill him. I didn't want to lower myself to your level, but I didn't think that you would kill your way to the Burning Sun Sect. Repeatedly attacking other people's disciples, have you ever thought that your master would be angry?"
Yi Zhengshang stood up, his face extremely ugly. "You …"
"Clang!"
Another ear-piercing sound of a sword rang out. Everyone only heard the sound and didn't see An Old Drunkard swing his sword. However, Yi Zhengshang was once again sent flying. A large amount of blood splattered in the air, causing everyone's scalp to go numb.
Such a scene caused even the pupils of the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder to shrink.
Yi Zhengshang climbed up in a sorry state. There were two glaring sword wounds on his chest, and one could even see the shadow of his ribs.
"You … you have been deceiving everyone! You haven't been decadent! "
Yi Zhengshang's face was ashen.
"Bang!"
Just as Yi Zhengshang finished speaking, he was once again sent flying. A clear footprint appeared on his chest.
"Whether I am decadent or not, what does it have to do with you?"
An Old Drunkard indifferently said.
While speaking, An Old Drunkard's steps were very gentle as he approached step by step.
Yi Zhengshang stood up again, but he didn't dare to speak again. Instead, he retreated step by step until he was behind the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder. "Senior." An Old Drunkard's strength caused Yi Zhengshang's heart to tremble. He had been injured twice and sent flying once, but he didn't even see An Old Drunkard's movements.
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The Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder nodded. Yi Zhengshang was an elder of the Seven Mysteries Pavilion. This time, he had come to help the Hundred Refinements Workshop. He naturally wouldn't watch Yi Zhengshang suffer. Taking a step forward, he looked at An Old Drunkard and said coldly, "It seems that everyone has underestimated you. However, junior, don't be too arrogant."
An Old Drunkard still had a smile on his face. He didn't care about the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder's words at all. "The people I want to kill have never been able to live. It was so in the past, now, and in the future." As he spoke, An Old Drunkard continued, "Get out of my sight. I'll settle the score with your Hundred Refinements Workshop later."
An Old Drunkard's voice was very calm, causing the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder's expression to turn cold. "Insolent junior, this old man wants to see how far you, the peerless genius from back then, have grown!" As soon as he finished speaking, the dozens of weapons that had been shot down earlier trembled again and floated into the air, buzzing.
"49 Combined Slash!"
The Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder said in a deep voice. He controlled the 49 weapons and pressed down on An Old Drunkard.
However, in the next moment, the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder's expression changed because An Old Drunkard's figure had disappeared. He had silently disappeared from his sight.
"I said, get out of my sight."
A voice sounded beside him.
The Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder was shocked. He looked to the side and saw that An Old Drunkard had already appeared beside him.
"You …"
Slap!
An Old Drunkard slapped the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder with a backhand slap. The Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder was immediately sent flying and crashed into the Duty Hall.
"Lord Elder!"
The expressions of the Hundred Refinements Workshop's powerhouses changed, and they could not help but feel a chill run down their spines.
At this moment, everyone's eyes widened in shock as if they had seen a malicious spirit.
A single slap had sent a ninth-level Imperial Sky Realm expert flying!?
"This old fellow is so powerful?"
Lin Tian trembled. Back in the imperial city, Yu Wushuang had once said that An Old Drunkard was not much weaker than the Burning Sun Sect's Grand Elder. But now, it seemed that Yu Wushuang had still underestimated An Old Drunkard's combat strength. The Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder and the Burning Sun Sect's Grand Elder had the same cultivation base. Now, An Old Drunkard was able to send the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder flying with a single slap. His combat strength had clearly surpassed the Burning Sun Sect's Grand Elder by a lot.
At this moment, the expressions of the Burning Sun Sect's members could be said to be extremely excited.
"That was a good slap!"
Tu Bei roared.
Further away, the Burning Sun Sect's Grand Elder could not help but cry. The man he had once forced to leave the Burning Sun Sect was still as outstanding and monstrous as before after so many years. He felt very gratified.
At this moment, only Yi Zhengshang's expression was the most unsightly, and his eyes were instantly filled with fear.
"You, you …"
Staring at An Old Drunkard, Yi Zhengshang staggered back.
Even the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Grand Elder could be sent flying with a single slap. How could such a person resist? How could they fight?
An Old Drunkard walked in front of Yi Zhengshang and calmly raised the Heart Spirit Sword.
"Time flies. After so many years, I finally took in a good disciple. It can be considered the only meaningful thing in my life. I have a lot of expectations for the future." An Old Drunkard's voice was very lazy. "It's just that you old fellows just had to jump out and bully him. To be honest, I'm really not very happy."
Yi Zhengshang trembled slightly. "I just …"
"Pfft!"
A head flew up into the air, rolling on the ground for over a hundred feet away.
An Old Drunkard turned around and looked at the Hundred Refinements Workshop's Master and the others. "Next, it's your turn."
(End of Chapter)
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