Chapter 10658

Hundred Styles Sword Festival!

These dozens of forces seemed to have sensed something was wrong, and wanted to flee immediately, but it was already too late.

Purely in terms of offensiveness, the Hundred Styles of Sword Sacrifice is far inferior to the second style of Sword Sacrifice, Jianshang, but in terms of attack range, almost no moves can match it.

Where Lin Yi is located, within a radius of tens of miles, unless he escapes into the void, there is no place that can escape the beheading of the Baishi Sword Festival.

Accompanied by a howl of misery, these dozens of forces turned into human forms one after another.

He is taller than ordinary humans, with slender limbs and strong aura. His face is painted with a terrifying mask of blue-faced fangs, and his skin shows a faint blue color against the blood underneath. He is a master of the spirit race!

However, because of the different power systems, their aura is completely different from that of human practitioners.

It is more subtle and less noticeable.

Judging from the strength of strength, these spiritual masters are roughly equivalent to the yellow rank Dzogchen Venerable among human beings.

But because they are born with the talent of concealing their own sense of existence, plus they can completely integrate themselves into the power, and they have no substance when attacking. In comparison, they are actually far more difficult than ordinary yellow-rank Dzogchen venerables. Much, much harder to deal with.

At this moment, these spirit clan masters endured the hundred-style sword sacrifice in a state of strength. Although they were not directly hacked to death, all of them were seriously injured.

They looked at Lin Yi with horror.

It's not that they haven't dealt with human masters before. In fact, the spirit race has never stopped attacking humans over the years, and they are well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of human cultivators.

But Lin Yi's strength far exceeded their expectations.

Lin Yi looked at them: "Can we talk for a while?"

The spirit clan masters looked at each other, but none of them opened their mouths. Instead, they turned into power again and attacked Lin Yi.

Lin Yi frowned slightly.

In this attack, he clearly felt the opponent's will to die!

Is there such a big hatred?

It was only the first time they met, but the attack on Lin Yi just now was understandable. After all, he broke into the territory of the Spirit Clan by himself. With the hatred between the two clans, it is understandable that he was attacked after being discovered.

But after failing to succeed in one blow, he immediately launched a decisive attack on the premise of knowing that the enemy is strong and we are weak, which really made him unable to understand.

What is the difference between this kind of behavior and taking the initiative to die?

Given the current population base of the Spirit Race, the dozen or so masters of the Spirit Race who are comparable to the Yellow Rank Dzogchen Venerables are definitely not dispensable powers.

Once it is used as cannon fodder, it will probably weaken the power of the entire Spirit Race.

"Why bother."

Lin Yi sighed softly, but he didn't hesitate to make a move, and immediately raised his hand to perform another hundred-style sword sacrifice.

Although so far, he has not made up his mind to destroy the spirit race, and he still intends to take a good look at it, but he will not let these masters of the spirit race attack him.

No matter what the reason is, as long as the opponent attacks, he is an outright enemy, and Lin Yi will never be lenient.

The strong cannot be humiliated!

These spirit clan masters had been seriously injured just now, and now they faced the overwhelming strangulation of the Hundred Style Sword Festival again, and all of them immediately spattered the sky with blood.

For a while, the scene was very tragic.

After a while, the spirit clan masters could no longer maintain the state of incarnation power, like a flock of wild geese swept by the rain of arrows, they all fell in embarrassment, and their breath became extremely sluggish.

"Tell me, why are you here to ambush me?"

As soon as Lin Yi said this, the eyelids of all the spiritual masters jumped, even the ghostly faces with blue faces and fangs couldn't hide their shock.

With just this reaction, Lin Yi already understood that these masters of the Spirit Race really came after him, even including the abandoned babies of the Spirit Race before, they might have set it up deliberately.

Madam Qing flashed across Lin Yi's mind.

Although emotionally he didn't believe Mrs. Qing would betray him, but combined with the other party's previous rather subtle abnormal behavior, he had to seriously consider this possibility.

Of course, it's not entirely certain yet.

Although Lin Yi's whereabouts are quite secretive, not one or two people know that he is coming to deal with the matter of the Spirit Race.

If it is a certain old enemy who wants to use the hands of the Spirit Race to get rid of him, and deliberately informs the Spirit Race in advance to make them sit on the sidelines, the possibility is not only not small, but very high.

Of the two possibilities, Lin Yi naturally prefers the latter.

After all, he has always had a good impression of Mrs. Qing, and he helped him a lot when he was in the sea area, and he has always trusted her.

There is nothing to say when the enemy trips you up, it's a matter of course.

But if Mrs. Qing really betrayed him, Lin Yi really didn't know how to face her for a while.

But a piece of news that made Lin Yi quite disturbed was that Mrs. Qing had disappeared.

The trip to the extreme island is destined to be dangerous everywhere, so the two have already prepared a plan to lose contact with each other. Lin Yi also specially planted the Yuanshen mark on Mrs. Qing. As long as the distance between the two does not exceed three thousand miles, It must be able to sense the presence of the mark.

However, at this moment, Lin Yi couldn't sense the Yuanshen mark at all.

In such a short period of time, it is impossible for Mrs. Qing to travel three thousand miles.

The only explanation is that Lin Yi's Yuanshen mark was blocked by some means, or even eliminated altogether.

Lin Yi turned his head and looked at the group of spirit clan masters: "I think you all know how to speak human language, so it's boring to pretend."

The Spirit Race naturally has its own language, but even if these Spirit Race masters are not the strongest group in the Spirit Race, they must be the best.

Based on the relationship between the spirit race and humans, elites like them must be proficient in human languages, and even include various customs and preferences. This is a compulsory course for them.

However, even though all the masters of the Spirit Race were seriously injured to the point of losing their ability to move, they still did not flinch in the slightest.

The eyes they looked at Lin Yi were full of grief and indignation, as well as deep-seated hatred.

"Okay, it's all hard bones, then I will do it myself."

Lin Yi didn't have the mind to spend it with them right now, so he immediately used his improved God-searching technique to find the answer by himself.

However, the physiological structure of the spiritual race is different from that of human beings. Although they also have the existence of a similar soul, they are not exactly the same as the souls of human practitioners.

It cannot be said that the divine search technique aimed at human primordial spirits has no effect at all when used on these spiritual masters. The information that can be obtained is all fragmented fragments that cannot be fully integrated.

But even just a few fragments are enough for Lin Yi to learn more about the Spirit Race.

For example, the residence of the Eldar.

"Spirit Emperor Palace?"