Chapter 10735

Of course, when that time comes, it will be difficult to say how many of the 100,000 killers will be left.

However, even if Lin Yi has been using the Hundred-style Sword Festival, it does not mean that he can sit back and relax until his energy consumption bottoms out.

It is indeed difficult for ordinary killers to resist the strangulation of sword energy, but there are a total of 100,000 killers on the scene, and there is always a group of people who can break through the Hundred Styles of Sword Festival. Even if the number of people is not so large, it is not so easy for Lin Yi to deal with it.

Even if it is possible to strike one palm, but considering that the Hundred Styles Sword Festival must not stop, even Lin Yi is quite troubled by the extreme test of rhythm.

And this is not the most important thing.

The really terrible thing is that Lin Yi discovered to his horror that every time he made a move, the luck on his head would be consumed abnormally.

Under normal circumstances, such things as luck do have fluctuations.

But unless you use the storm method that consumes a lot of luck like when you were against the Linghuang, there is a clear upper and lower limit for normal fluctuations.

And now this kind of consumption is obviously very abnormal!

Every time the luck is consumed, it is obviously consistent with the moves.

Every time a move is made, one point of luck will be consumed, but the power of the move will not be improved at all.

Combined with the fact that since he came in just now, he felt that there was a sense of pressure on his body. Lin Yi made some guesses in his heart, and after a little verification, he immediately came to a conclusion.

The source of all this really came from the Hall of Ten Killers!

"This Hall of Ten Kills is getting more and more interesting."

Lin Yi was secretly speechless.

From the integration momentum at the beginning, to taking away the 100,000 troops under his command out of nowhere, to the current consumption of luck, the surprises brought by the Ten Killing Hall can be said to be endless.

The Killer Association has such a super-large treasure, no wonder it has nothing to fear!

It was only now that he finally understood the real intention of the other party forcibly summoning 100,000 killers.

Knowing that killers are not suitable for frontal combat, they still have to use this method of forcing their heads to be cannon fodder. The opponent has only one purpose, which is to consume Lin Yi's luck!

Lin Yi's heart moved, and he immediately tried a few more tricks.

As a result, after careful quantification, it was found that every move would indeed consume luck, and the amount of luck consumed was relatively fixed.

Although the amount is not too much, if one hundred thousand killers are consumed like this, even if these are cannon fodder that all die, it is enough to completely consume the luck on the top of one's head!

Lin Yi knows what will happen once the luck is exhausted, no need to be reminded.

As a result, the situation is already a dilemma for Lin Yi, which can be called an overwhelming disadvantage!

Fortunately, because of the continuous strangulation of sword energy just now, the bloody atmosphere was so strong that it was almost substantive, which made the killer cannon fodder on the opposite side a little stunned, and they all lingered and dared not approach.

But this is only temporary.

Since they were thrown in, it meant that they were in the same situation as Lin Yi, and there was absolutely no way out.

If you want to quit halfway and become improper cannon fodder, there is no way.

Sure enough, just as Lin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, the ten powerful auras on the opposite side had already chased away ducks, forcing all the killers to continue the siege.

It was obvious that the opponent wanted to carry on the war of attrition to the end!

At the same time, the ten powerful auras representing the Xuan-rank venerables were also rapidly approaching, cruising around Lin Yi from a distance, ready to strike at any time.

They are all venerables at the early stage of the Xuan rank, and Lin Yi's previous terrifying record is there. They both know that once they forcefully jump out and attack Lin Yi, they are very likely to be killed by Lin Yi in an instant!

However, if they seized an opportunity to sneak in in this kind of scuffle with crushing numbers, even if they were as strong as Lin Yi, they would have to pay a heavy price.

None of the venerables of the Xuan rank is Yi Yu's generation, even the venerables of the early stage of the Xuan rank.

This is common sense that is deeply rooted in the land of God.

Lin Yi had no choice. Facing the driven killer cannon fodder, he had no choice but to use up his luck and clear the field again.

But this time, at the same time when he made the Hundred Styles Sword Festival, the two nearest powerful auras attacked at the same time without any warning!

On one side is the wind, at first glance it looks like an ordinary wind blade, except for the overwhelming number, there is nothing unusual about it.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that each wind blade echoes and complements each other, forming a huge sickle invisibly, like a god of death waiting to be harvested.

On one side is the fire, raging and blazing, even if it is only at the outermost periphery, you can feel the terrifying high temperature rushing towards your face.

Many killer cannon fodder who couldn't escape, just touched the outer edge of the flame, and instantly turned into coke, and then gasified on the spot!

One wind and one fire happened to completely block all of Lin Yi's escape routes.

The most frightening thing is that the wind assisted the fire, and the combination of the two made a super-giant flame sickle, and Lin Yi was under the deadly blade of this flame sickle.

Not only that, the other eight powerful auras are not idle either, they are approaching rapidly, ready to add insult to injury!

What will happen next, Lin Yi can predict it without thinking too much.

Even if he can take over the deadly flame sickle head-on, he will inevitably encounter wave after wave of combined attacks, and under these continuous and powerful attacks, his luck will quickly bottom out .

Now it is no longer a question of what choice he made, what is in front of him is a proposition.

No matter how Lin Yi chooses, he is doomed to die in the end.

The outside world can't see this scene, and can only rely on their own brains to make up everything. However, there are several places in the Divine Kingdom on land where they can clearly see what is happening right now.

For example, Kong Shenglin's study.

In the study at the moment, Kong Shenglin and Kong Shu and his son were sitting opposite each other, with a chessboard in the middle.

However, what appeared on the chessboard was not what it should have been. It was a scene overlooking the interior of the Hall of Ten Kills. At this time, Lin Yi's every move, even every subtle change in his eyes, was in front of the father and son. Unreserved, crystal clear.

Kong Shu chuckled and said, "Lin Yi seems to be in a bit of trouble."

Speaking of Lin Yi's fall into this field, in fact, he still has the credit.

Whether it was the ten Xuan-level venerables participating in the battle, or the entire set of interlocking and exquisite layouts, there was his shadow of participating behind the scenes.

Having said that, if he, as the spokesperson of the behind-the-scenes funder, is not deeply involved in such a big matter right now, then there is something wrong with it.

Kong Shenglin's expression was noncommittal: "Don't rush to make a judgment when something happens, hold your breath, and read on."