Chapter 3574

A sharp sword light shot down from the sky, the crimson sword light carried fierce murderous intent.

Feijian came at the right time, just at the same time as Lin Yi killed Pang Ran.

It was An Xin who made the move. She didn't know when she quietly flew high into the sky.

Sensing the crisis, Lin Yi stepped back quickly, and for a moment, he saw an extremely beautiful flying sword passing by in front of him.

The whole body of the flying sword is glazed, brightly colored, like blood-red coral.

It flows so beautifully that it looks more like a work of art.

But Lin Yi felt a deadly killing intent from the flying sword, which was more lethal than the space attribute flying sword he encountered last time.

Compared with Xiang Yilong's golden flying sword, it was even more clumsy.

boom!

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the flying sword taps lightly on the ground, bringing out terrifying lethality.

On the hard rocky ground, a deep pit of tens of feet was punched out. Countless rocks flew and splashed.

"Indigenous! Today I will kill you."

An Xin is ethereal like a fairy, standing in the air, looking down at Lin Yi.

Above her head, the bright flying sword quietly floated, it was very quiet, very beautiful, but also very terrifying.

"Yellow-haired girl, the tone is not small, you will die in the end." Lin Yi said calmly.

"snort!"

An Xin snorted coldly, with contempt all over her face, "Ignorant native, this lady is a martial artist in the Divine Sect Realm, and can fly in the air, why do you kill me?"

She knew that she must not be Lin Yi's opponent because of her close combat ability, but as long as she didn't get down in the air, she could easily crush her opponent with the flying sword.

This is the natural advantage of sword cultivators. At her level of cultivation, the hardness of the natal flying sword has long surpassed that of ordinary low-grade spiritual weapons.

She is a specially recruited disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, and the flying sword inheritance she has obtained is of course not comparable to Xiang Yilong's low-level ones.

Therefore, as long as her flying sword is not damaged, the opponent can't even hurt her hair.

"Can the Qiongshan boy still beat his opponent this time?"

"Of course not. If he is a martial artist at the Tongxuan Realm, if he has the cultivation of the Divine Sect Realm, he might still be qualified to fight against Miss An Xin."

"Hahaha! That's right, Miss An Xin is sure to win, that kid can't fly, no matter how strong his body is, he can't survive."

"The little native, even if he really has the cultivation base of the gods, he is not a match for the lady. He will never know how powerful Miss An Xin's flying sword is."

The warriors here are discussing, but no one is optimistic about Lin Yi. Because Yukong cooperates with Feijian to restrain him to death.

Everyone even thought that if Pang Ran hadn't been careless for a while, he could have killed the Qiongshan boy.

"Anxin's flying sword has been tempered to the level of a middle-grade spirit weapon. There is no suspense in this battle." The one who spoke was the silent boy in black from the Divine Sword Sect.

His name is Xiao Tian, ​​and he is the strongest among the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect. His physical body is stronger than most of them.

Although his physical body is inferior to Pang Xiaomeng, but in terms of overall combat power, he is definitely not inferior to the latter.

"What? A middle-grade spiritual weapon."

Except for a few people from the Divine Sword Sect, all the people present were moved when they heard the words, even Xiang Feiyan and Zuo Fei frowned.

A middle-grade spirit weapon is more than ten times harder than a low-grade spirit energy. Xiang Yilong's is also a martial artist at the Divine Sect Realm, but his flying sword is only a little harder than a low-grade spirit weapon. There is no comparison with the middle-grade Lingbing.

"This kid will be defeated! Unless he also has a middle-grade spiritual weapon." A disciple of the Divine Sword Sect said firmly.

"Boy! Now you understand the gap between us, you only need a sword." An Xin sneered.

"There's so much nonsense, are you afraid?" Lin Yi frowned, and took out a rusty kitchen knife.

Can a kitchen knife withstand a mid-grade spirit weapon? He is not absolutely sure.

"Fuck! What did I see, Kitchen Knife. Is he going to use this to collide with the flying sword?"

"Natives are natives, even weapons are so bad."

"Hahaha! Is he here to be funny? Could it be that this kid used to be a cook?"

"Hahaha……"

A group of people laughed, Lin Yi's kitchen knife looks really bad, not only rusty and cracked, but also without any spirituality.

The broken kitchen knife and the flying sword with bright colors and transparent glass formed a sharp contrast.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, Miss Ben will help you."

Seeing Lin Yi's weapon, An Xin looked even more contemptuous.

As she spoke, her mind moved, and the natal flying sword turned into a red light, which flashed down, so fast that it was unbelievable that before everyone could react, it had already reached Lin Yi's head.

It seemed that the next moment, he could be pierced through.

brush!

Lin Yi drew his knife instantly, and the rusty broken kitchen knife slashed precisely on the tip of the opponent's sword.

The speed is astounding.

Although An Xin's flying sword is fast and hard, it is not a flying sword of space attribute after all, and there are traces to follow.

Click!

When the two collided, the flying sword stopped, and the beautiful glazed flying sword seemed to be struck by lightning, with small cracks appearing on it.

The broken kitchen knife was intact. It wasn't that Anxin's flying sword was not as hard as the spatial attribute flying sword, but that the latter's attack was too stealthy. Lin Yi couldn't carry out an effective attack, so he could only defend with the broken kitchen knife.

puff--

An Xin was crumbling, coughing up blood. Her complexion changed drastically, she never expected this to happen.

"impossible?"

This was the voice of everyone present, no one would have imagined that a broken kitchen knife without spirituality could destroy An Xin's flying sword, which was a middle-grade spiritual weapon.

"It's not true, I don't believe it." Xiao Tian's expression changed.

"Hahaha! Why did we know each other before? My brother, you are really surprising that there is such a treasure?" Zuo Fei's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Get out of here!"

Lin Yi shouted loudly! The sound shook the heavens, like thunder exploding. With this loud shout, he used endless energy to target the peace of mind in the air.

"boom!"

An Xin, who was already injured, had a blank mind, lost even Yukong's ability, and fell directly from the sky.

call out!

Lin Yi's body sank, then he rose from the ground, jumped into Changtian, and grabbed An Xin's neck.

"you……"

An Xin's face turned pale, and only then did she react from the state of confusion. Just as she was about to use the flying sword to attack, she saw a big clean hand zooming in on her eyes.

Snapped!

He slapped her heavily on the face, and the terrifying force made her brain ache.

Her mind went blank again, and even the Flying Sword of Fate couldn't control it.

With a puff, the beautiful flying sword fell from the air and plunged deeply into the hard rocky ground. It is so sharp that the rock is softer than tofu in front of it.

"My mother! What's going on?"

"Miss An Xin was slapped in the face by a native?"

"this……"

The onlookers were stunned one by one, the battle changed so fast that no one expected it.

"Damn it!"

The faces of all the members of the Divine Sword Sect were darker than the last.

"Uh..." Xiang Feiyan and Zuo Fei had strange expressions on their faces, they didn't expect that Lin Yi could settle the battle with just a broken kitchen knife.

"Damn aborigine...you dare to hit me!" An Xin's face was full of anger, and she still didn't realize that her life was in the hands of the other party.

In her mind, Lin Yi was just a lowly native. Being slapped in the face by such a person, with her arrogance, how could she endure such humiliation.

Snapped.

Lin Yi smiled, didn't say a word, and just slapped his hands. Of course, he didn't use much force, otherwise, An Xin's little head couldn't withstand his slap.

There was another clear palm print on her fair face.

"Damn..."

Snapped!

An Xin went crazy, before she could finish her sentence, she was slapped again. This palm hit was quite heavy, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"The natives court death!"

"presumptuous!"

"stop!"

A series of angry shouts came from the mouths of the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped……

Lin Yi's big slaps stirred up the wind, and he slapped more than a dozen times in a row. An Xin's originally fair melon-seeded face was congested with blood, and was completely beaten into a pig's head.

"You humble native! You..." Her eyes were filled with anger, mixed with endless resentment.

"This... what's going on?"

Seeing An Xin turned into a pig's head, everyone in the square had weird faces and looked at Lin Yi in fear. In the eyes of most of them, An Xin was a supreme genius and an unattainable figure.

At this moment, he was beaten into a pig's head, and everyone couldn't let go.

clap clap...

Lin Yi smiled, but still didn't say a word, the crackling sound of slapping the face sounded again, which directly interrupted An Xin's words.

"Ah~~ah~~ Indigenous..."

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped.

As soon as An Xin opened her mouth, she was greeted with a burst of big ear punches, which made her dizzy and the corners of her mouth split.

Her combat power was completely suppressed by the big slap, and even the thought of using the flying sword was thrown out of the sky.

"Indigenous..."

clap clap...

...

After more than a dozen slaps, An Xin's face was bloody and bloody, with some openings and blood gushing out, making her look like a ferocious monster.

An Xin opened her mouth to speak, but when she saw Lin Yi's smile, she suddenly felt shuddering. Although the young man was smiling, his eyes were calm and deep, which made people shudder.

"Are you happy?" Lin Yi still smiled.

"No, please don't hit me anymore, please forgive me!" An Xin was subdued, but a venomous look flashed across her thin pupils.

call out!

A crimson light flew out from the ground and attacked Lin Yi's back. It was the natal flying sword that was transparent.

After a moment of respite, An Xin launched an attack.

Click!

Lin Yi spat out the energy in his palm, and broke An Xin's neck, and she died on the spot.

The Liuli flying sword paused, slowed down, drew an arc in the air, and then landed on the ground.

Ding!

Click!

After the flying sword landed, it didn't pierce into the rock, but immediately fell apart.

"Miss An Xin is also dead." Someone said, with an expression of disbelief.

"Do you want to continue?"

Lin Yi raised his head and looked at Pang Xiaomeng and others on the steps. The latter's expression remained unchanged, and there was no ripple in his dreamy eyes. It seemed that the death of the two of Pang Ran did not affect her at all.