To remain unchanged, respond to changes.

Or don't move.

As long as it moves, the dragon will ascend to heaven and the sky will change in color!

Seeing that Li Wuxin, who used the Sun-Blocking Palm, was forced back by a junior.

The spiritual monk Wanmiao, who was watching quietly next to him, and the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Palace, couldn't help but change his face slightly, and his heart was shocked.

The most shocking thing is that the two of them collided with each other.

No slight power was released.

Even the floor under your feet did not appear at all.

The vast power contained in the fist and palm was completely controlled by them, and it was not wasted at all on the other party.

If you didn’t know Li Wuxin’s identity and temperament.

I'm afraid people will think that they are deliberately letting go.

Just when the spiritual monk Wanmiao and the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Palace were amazed.

Suddenly, there were muffled groans around him.

The children of the secret realm who were dancing and jokingly suddenly stopped moving.

A strange smile frozes on the face.

Then, their faces flushed and blue veins bloomed on their necks.

Qi and blood flow backwards and rush straight into the throat.

His mouth opened and a stream of red blood spurted out.

Under the gorgeous crystal light, blood sprayed, and crystal beads of blood refracted into blurred colors.

Plop...

Those children in the secret realm fell to the ground one by one.

Hands and feet twitch, eyes are dull, and breath is disordered.

Seeing this, the Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Palace shouted in a deep voice: "If you have not yet achieved your cultivation, you can force yourself to observe and don't want them to get into a devil, just knock them out quickly."

As the sound rang out, the children of the secret realm who could still remain awake around quickly jumped forward.

Bang bang bang bang...

One by one, one after another, another, a series of hits.

Those secret realm children with twitching bodies were stunned by their fellow disciples.

But those who are still able to remain sober, after rescuing their fellow disciples, hold their knees one by one and gasp in big mouths.

I took action in a hurry just now, and the qi and blood were restless, and the internal breath became weak.

At this time, the spiritual monk Wanmiao suddenly put his palms together and recited Buddhist scriptures with his mouth.

Sanskrit chanting, and it sounded melodiously in the banquet hall.

In the peaceful voice, there is a strange power that makes people calm and concentrate.

The secret disciple who bent down to hold his knee gradually calmed down the restlessness in his body and slowly stood up straight.

At this moment, their faces were filled with horror with lingering fear.

After just a moment of observation, I almost got into a devil.

From this we can see how mysterious and profound the battle between Lin Yu and Li Wuxin just now was.

A warrior with poor cultivation and insufficient concentration is not even qualified to watch.

If you are not careful, you will be at risk of death.

Li Wuxin is extremely powerful and has long been famous.

But the terrifying strength Lin Yu showed was far beyond their imagination.

How could this young man have such a terrifying cultivation?

No wonder, I was able to kill two holy land elders in a row before.

Under the great reputation, there is no vain man.

The Holy Son of the Nine Heavens Palace, who has always been above the lower eye, also had a little more admiration when he looked at Lin Yu.

The monk who looks peaceful on the outside but is actually arrogant on the inside can't help but feel a hint of admiration in his heart.

genius!

This bad word is highlighted in everyone's minds.

Even the elder Li Wuxin, who punished Qiyao Island, couldn't help but be amazed.

This son's cultivation, talent, talent and character are all rare in his life.

If it takes time, it will become a great man.

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Good cultivation and good skills!"

Li Wuxin said word by word, his voice getting colder.

Being forced back by the young juniors in public made his face feel dull.

The heart is in full bloom, and the murderous intent is boundless in my heart.

On the surface, the breath is calm and calm.

In fact, deep down, I had already gone wild.

"Stay on the move!"

Lin Yu's tone was very calm, as if he was drinking tea and chatting, and the atmosphere became leisurely and leisurely.

It is like a banished immortal who has seen through the world, with high talent and a pure and unrestrained life.

There was no trace of arrogance in the faint voice.

But, there is a kind of extreme rebelliousness.

Even when facing such a powerful enemy, he is still so calm.

In a nutshell, it seems that he has never taken his opponent to heart.

Just by raising weightlessness, it is enough to make people feel disappointed.

Among the children present in the secret realm are the magnificent saint of the Nine Heavens Palace, the talented descendants of the sect, and the first genius in the history of Fahua Temple - the spiritual monk Wanmiao.

But these noble martial arts geniuses have become Lin Yu's foil at this moment.

His own style is overwhelming the audience.

The stars are dotted, reflecting the bright moon.

How can the light of fireflies compete with the bright moon?

He seemed to be a born king, destined to shine with brilliance that was highly anticipated.

The extremely arrogant domineering is deeply restrained in the depths of the soul.

Decisive and decisive as he can, he has the potential of eternal heroes.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by Lin Yu.

That calm and indifferent face seemed to contain a strange magic.

As the eyes open and close, the flowing light is cold and the world is cold.

Seeing this, Li Wuxin became even more angry.

Hurry!

The right palm is opened, and the five fingers are stretched out, and the palm is collapsed.

A stream of air rotates in the sky, as ethereal as a cloud.

In the vortex of the airflow, there was a rumbling sound, as if it was thunder.

The hissing and roaring sound was even more strange.

Like the ferocious mouth of the sky, I was trying to choose someone to eat.

Inside the vortex of Qi, an irresistible force surged.

At the same time, Li Wuxin chanted for a long time, and his left fist slowly pushed out, crawling like a snail, with a very slow sequel.

But this slow punch, the energy condensed the soul and was vast, as if thousands of miles of land were triggered by a punch.

It gives people the feeling that the Yellow River surging, carrying thousands of miles of quicksand rushing down.

In the stagnation, it is as heavy as thick soil and earth.
To be continued...