When the cultivators in hiding saw the cloud-splitting chariot, they looked up with widened eyes.
He did not want to miss any detail.
"He's here."
"It's really the Evil Sky Pavilion's cloud-splitting chariot."
"I'm slightly afraid. What if Old Villain Ji comes down with the Nine-leaf stage to kill me?"
"Scram."
There were also some cultivators at the foot of the mountain.
When Lin Xin saw the cloud-splitting chariot in the sky, he was stunned.
Then, he said in a clear voice, "You've come at the right time. All of you may leave."
"Yes."
The Taixu Academy's disciples kept retreating out of the circular board.
Only Lin Xin was left in the middle of the huge disk.
The cloud-splitting chariot moved swiftly. In just a few breaths, it had arrived at a more eye-catching spot.
Not long after.
The cloud-splitting chariot arrived above Dangyang Peak.
Lin Xin scoffed and raised his head. "Old Villain Ji, you're finally here."
…
In the forest, at the foot of the mountain, and in hiding, all the cultivators looked up with expectant expressions.
The cloud-splitting chariot came to a halt.
The flying chariot was silent.
It was as if time had stopped.
"Old Villain Ji … Let me have a taste of your Nine-leaf power!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Hu!
A spear shadow shot out from the flying chariot.
The spear shadow moved as fast as lightning, drawing out an arc of spear energy.
Lin Xin said disapprovingly, "With such methods, you won't be able to shake this old man in the slightest without using your Stellar Energy."
The armor came from a Nine-leaf cultivator, after all.
The intricacy of the runes on it was incredible.
Lin Xin studied it for an entire night before confirming that this armor was unique.
A Nine-leaf cultivator could trigger its unique power. Those below the Eight-leaf stage would have a hard time breaching its defenses.
Not to mention the gun in front of him.
Lin Xin did not dodge.
Puff –
When the spearhead touched Lin Xin's body, it suddenly spun like an electric drill. It moved forward at high speed and pierced through his armor.
"Not good —"
Lin Xin reacted very quickly.
The moment his armor was pierced, he forcefully unleashed his Stellar Energy and dodged to the side.
Unfortunately, the Conqueror Spear was too close. On this side, he only managed to avoid his vitals. In the end, the tip of the spear easily pierced through his waist.
The battle was over.
There was no Nine-leaf stage, no extravagant palm seals or energy seals, and no shocking battle scenes.
The spectators from the various sects were all stunned on the spot, as if they had been fed a catty of flies.
That's it?
…
Duanmu Sheng who was on the flying chariot had the same feeling as well.
Naturally, Duanmu Sheng liked to go all out when he attacked.
From the very start, he did not want to fall behind.
Therefore, he took the initiative and threw the Overlord Spear.
He did not expect the great Eight-leaf elite to be stabbed by his Overlord Spear.
Duanmu Sheng looked at his palm and thought to himself, 'I didn't know I've become so powerful after years of training.'
The spear struck an Eight-leaf cultivator.
Who the f * ck would believe this?
…
Lin Xin lowered his head, his eyelids constantly twitching.
The sun shone on his chest.
The Overlord Spear pierced through his waist and stabbed into the ground.
Fresh blood flowed down the Overlord Spear, onto the spearhead, and onto the round plate … Soon, a dark red meandering river flowed out.
The sun was very hot. It roasted the fresh blood, and scabs quickly formed.
How … how could this be?
Lin Xin took off his clothes.
Si —
How could there be any armor? It was clearly the armor worn by ordinary soldiers.
Fake, it's actually fake?
Lin Xin's eyes widened and his lips began to tremble.
With a single palm strike!
Bang!
The Overlord Spear was forced out from his waist.
Lin Xin did not care about the secondary damage to himself and forced out the Overlord Spear.
Duanmu Sheng leaped off the platform. He raised his hand and summoned the Overlord Spear into his grasp. Then, he landed on the round platform like a willow catkin.
On Dangyang Peak, the Evil Sky Pavilion's Mister Third, Duanmu Sheng, wielded his Overlord Spear with one hand as he looked at his opponent.
Lin Xin, who had suffered a second injury, staggered backwards.
In order to stabilize himself, he forcefully struck his acupoints to prevent himself from collapsing.
An Eight-leaf cultivator was an Eight-leaf cultivator, after all, even if he was old.
Seeing this scene, all the sects that were watching the battle were stunned.
After a long while.
Lin Xin clutched his chest and murmured, "I understand … hehe, I understand …"
"What do you know?" Duanmu Sheng pointed at Lin Xin.
"Everyone wants me dead. The Taixu Academy's elders, disciples, and the Crown Prince … All of them want me dead. Hehe … "
Duanmu Sheng said,
"You deserve to die."
"Yes, this old man deserves to die!" Although Lin Xin had forcefully stopped the bleeding, the spear had injured his internal organs. "I would like to speak to Old Demon Ji."
He looked up at the flying chariot.
There was a moment of silence.
On the flying chariot, Lu Zhou slowly rose to his feet. He stood beside the helm and looked down at Lin Xin. "Lin Xin, do you have anything else to say?"
When Lin Xin saw Lu Zhou, he felt invigorated.
"I've never been afraid of anyone in my life, but you, Ji Tiandao, are the only one. This old man doesn't wish to explain any further … "
Lu Zhou placed his hands on his back and said, "That's it?"
"If possible, I would like to exchange a few blows with you before I die!" Lin Xin's body erupted with vigorous Yuan Qi.
The vitality was getting richer and richer.
His aura was also clearly different from before.
He chose … to ignite his qi sea.
This was probably the best he could do before he died.
Everyone watching the duel was dumbfounded. From afar, it looked like Lin Xin was on fire.
They haven't even officially started fighting, but he's already igniting his sea of qi?
However, Lu Zhou said indifferently,
"You can't even defeat my disciple, and yet, you want to fight me?"
"…"
As soon as Lu Zhou finished speaking …
Lin Xin's eyes widened as he took a step back.
'That's right … You can't even block my third disciple's Overlord Spear. What right do you have to fight me?'
Duanmu Sheng stepped forward. He was not afraid of the Eight-leaf cultivator before him. Moreover, he was heavily injured.
Lin Xin looked at Duanmu Sheng and said, "If it weren't for this armor, you wouldn't have stood a chance."
"The weak only know how to find excuses."
Duanmu Sheng suddenly stepped forward as though he was flying.
Thousands upon thousands of spear shadows appeared.
Bam! Bam!
Bam! He stabbed at Lin Xin.
"Get lost!"
Boom!
Duanmu Sheng was sent flying by the surging power. He tumbled backward.
An Eight-leaf cultivator was extremely powerful!
The instant he unleashed his Primal Qi, the wound on the side of his waist suddenly tore open and widened.
Lin Xin grunted. It was also at this moment that all of his vital energy stagnated and dissipated.
"Patriarch!"
A silhouette rushed over.
Swoosh!
A cold gleam flashed across his chest and abdomen.
His sea of Qi was sliced open.
Lin Xin's eyes widened.
He looked at the figure who charged forward with a confident smile on his face. The figure wielded a weapon that resembled a saber and a hook.
Thick Primal Qi swirled around the weapon. It was restrained and did not spread out.
The two Taixu Academy disciples behind him did not move at all.
Lin Xin was the Taixu Academy's patriarch. He had lived for a long time, but he had never felt so aggrieved before. He felt as though he had fallen into another person's trap. There were so many tricks.
They were all f * cking tricks.
"Despicable!" Lin Xin cursed.
"I'm sorry, but being despicable won't allow you to live … You can't even defeat me, and you want to fight my master? Heh. "
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