Emperor Ya 'er's identity shocked Zuo Shuguang, Emperor Ye, and the others. Only Lin Wutian knew nothing about this person.
"Since I've revealed my identity, I have no intention of letting you leave alive! Emperor Ya 'er, you are courting death. Don't blame the courtyard! "
Emperor Ya 'er shouted angrily, and the Buddha's light grew brighter. The Buddhist robe on his body emitted an even stronger Buddha's light, suppressing the Staff of Power. The light covered and suppressed each other, and the Staff of Power lost half of its power!
Half! It was enough for Lin Wutian because he had the Spiritual Wooden Sword!
Hum!
The sword pierced through the clouds, and the sword turned into a bolt of lightning, rushing straight into the sky.
"Die!"
Whoosh!
Lin Wutian and his sword became one, piercing through the shackles and rushing toward an Upper Plane in the north. As long as he could break through him, he could escape with the others.
There were three Upper Planes in the north, one in the north, one in the northeast, and one in the northwest. Between them stood more than ten Middle Planes. Although their cultivation was suppressed, their momentum was stronger. When they saw Lin Wutian coming with a sword, they all rushed forward to stop him.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Lin Wutian's strength was at the same level as the Holy Son. Although he had not reached the Legendary Level, he was still not a match for ordinary Middle Planes. Moreover, their strength was suppressed by about half. Sword light flashed, and blood spilled over the mountains and rivers.
Ah!
Some of the Middle Planes only had time to scream before falling off the cliff. The sword light wreaked havoc, and no one could stop it!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Wutian had killed three Middle Planes and was closing in on an Upper Plane.
The Upper Plane looked at Lin Wutian with disdain, holding a sharp sword in his hand. His fingers were on the hilt, and the divine sword was ready to be unsheathed!
Zuo Shuguang, Emperor Ye, and the others stood behind Yar Sheng, blocking the attacks of the other powerhouses. They fought with the group of middle-level powerhouses. If it weren't for the suppression of the Staff of Power, they would have killed Zuo Shuguang in an instant!
Hum!
Emperor Ye played the zither, and the sound of the zither caused the world to roar. The withered leaves danced in the air, blocking everyone's sight.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound blade turned into a blade and flew through the air. The lower level martial artist was killed the moment he stepped into the battlefield. The divine power in his body was sealed by a special energy, and his life force was rapidly dissipating.
The Thousand Hand Buddha and Yar Saint fought against each other, using Buddhist chants to suppress the Staff of Power and using Buddhist light to block the Holy Light. Neither of them could fight against the other!
Three powerhouses were protecting the Thousand-Hand Buddha. Two powerhouses joined the battle to kill Zuo Shuguang and the others. Another three were defending the four directions. The remaining two looked at Lin Wutian with disdain.
A short while later, Lin Wu Tian had killed more than thirty middle-level and low-level cultivators from the north. Their blood dyed Lin Wu Tian red. His energy was rapidly approaching the high-level cultivators from the north.
Roar!
The upper level powerhouse had only pulled out half of his sword when the cold light pierced his eyes, causing him to be unable to open his eyes.
Suddenly, Lin Wu Tian's speed increased exponentially, and he disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. The strong man in the northwest was stunned. He thought that the flash of the sword had confused his vision, but when he looked at the strong man in the north, his whole body trembled, and the sword in his hand almost fell to the ground.
Roar!
Whoosh!
Lin Wutian appeared behind the upper level cultivator and stabbed back with the wooden sword.
"Backhand Sword!"
Puff!
With a muffled sound, the Upper Plane master in the north pulled out his sword halfway and froze on the spot. The wooden sword pierced through the back of his neck and came out of his throat. The terrifying power tore apart the life force in his body with a thunderous force.
Whoosh!
Lin Wutian pulled back the wooden sword and quickly hid it in his sleeve. Not even a trace of Sword Qi leaked out.
Suddenly, the encirclement was quiet. They all looked to the north, unable to imagine how Lin Wutian had achieved such speed.
Green Lotus Fairy Step Seizing the Heavens!
In a flash, it could reverse the order of the heavens. It was so fast that no one could react.
At this moment, Lin Wutian did not continue to fight. Instead, he held the divine sword and looked around. His eyes were like torches, giving people an irresistible pressure.
It was not that he did not want to move, but after taking this step, all the power in Lin Wutian's body had been exhausted. The wooden sword was psychic. That depended on the user's own cultivation. Green Lotus Sword Celestial could use 300 to 500 moves without any effect, but Lin Wutian was only in the middle level.
"I don't care if you are the Thousand-Hand Buddha or the Ten-thousand Hand Buddha. Take your people and get out of here quickly. Otherwise, the next sword will stab your throat!" Lin Wutian said coldly.
The Thousand-Hand Buddha stopped chanting and slowly stood up. His whole body exuded an irresistible Buddhist aura. He stared at Lin Wutian and recalled the footwork that Lin Wutian had used. It was so shocking.
"If that sword was really aimed at me, could I have dodged it?" The Thousand-Hand Buddha took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "I could have dodged it, but once I was restrained by the Yar Saint, I would have died without a doubt."
The Thousand-Hand Buddha gave an affirmative answer, but this answer sent a chill down his spine.
"There are no fluctuations of divine power in his body." The upper level cultivator standing in the northwest was the closest to Lin Wutian. He frowned and reminded him in a deep voice.
The Thousand-Hand Buddha suddenly understood. He sneered and said, "So you used a forbidden technique. You used all your strength to kill an upper level cultivator. Now that you are so strong, are you trying to trick me?"
Lin Wutian said indifferently, "If you don't believe me, you can come up and try. See if my sword really doesn't contain any divine power."
The Thousand-Hand Buddha silently glanced at the Yar Saint. He was most wary of Yar Saint. If he attacked, Yar Saint would definitely attack. If he made a mistake and Lin Wutian still had divine power, he would die without a doubt.
The Thousand-Hand Buddha didn't dare to take the risk. He looked at the upper level cultivator in the northwest and signaled for him to attack.
The upper level cultivator didn't dare to be 100% sure that Lin Wutian didn't have the power to resist. He could only signal to a middle level cultivator beside him and say, "You three, go up and try."
The three middle level cultivators' expressions changed. They looked at Lin Wutian with fear in their eyes. If one sword could kill an upper level cultivator, wouldn't they be courting death? However, they didn't dare to refute. They could only hold their divine swords and move closer to Lin Wutian.
Lin Wutian was anxious, but he didn't show any emotion on his face. Instead, he closed his eyes. The divine sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the sword's whistling sound echoed through the forest.
"Remember, when you are facing an enemy, you must first suppress them with your strength. No matter whether you can win or not, you must win with your momentum. If you are at the end of your rope, you must learn how to act tough and fight to survive!"
Ye Qinghan's words echoed in Lin Wutian's Sea of Consciousness, waking him up with a start.
Whoosh!
Lin Wutian opened his eyes. Instead of retreating, he walked toward the Thousand-Hand Buddha.
"Thousand-Hand Buddha, letting two weaklings come up to die is really damaging to your reputation as a Legendary Level cultivator. I'll let you have a taste of this move!"
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Lin Wutian stepped toward the Thousand-Hand Buddha, the divine sword in his hand shining brightly.
The Thousand-Hand Buddha's expression changed slightly. He shouted indifferently, "Everyone, stop the Yar Saint. Today, I want to see how strong the strongest cultivator of the Insane Sect is."
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