Chapter 610

"You still have spare energy?"

Musashi Twelve Lang held the chrysanthemum-patterned knife, stared at Lin Yin, and stepped back with a look of vigilance on his face.

Beads of sweat were dripping down on the forehead of this tycoon at Qianjidao Headquarters.

He was flustered and had lost the confidence he had in dealing with Lin Yin at the beginning.

After a hard fight, Musashi Twelve Lang's internal strength has been exhausted, and he is not in the peak state of heyday, and he can't even exert the power of his moves.

I thought that the three people's siege and consumption could drag Lin Yin down abruptly.

But in the end, Lin Yin still maintained absolute fighting power, but they were gradually losing their support...

"It's not bad for you to consume me for such a long time." Lin Yin said lightly, walking slowly towards Musashi Twelve Lang step by step.

In the weak period, Lin Yin's martial arts strength has dropped to the level of the Tianbang, and his state fluctuates, and he doesn't have the explosive power to kill Musashi Twelve Lang and others in one go.

However, this kind of martial arts strength is still an existence that can disdain the world.

It is quite extraordinary that Musashi Twelve Lang and others can forcibly exhaust themselves to this point.

"You..." Musashi Twelve Lang stepped back step by step.

"Today, you are superior in skill. However, don't think you have won. Even if I didn't kill you, I have achieved my goal!" Musashi Twelve Lang said with a cold light in his eyes.

"At the Tianlong Summit, the Xu family has already taken care of everything. You missed the best opportunity!" Musashi Twelve Lang sneered, "Lin Yin, the future is long. One day, you will die in the hands of Qianjidao."

"Heh." Lin Yin sneered, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, "Do you think you can still get away?"

"Hahaha!" Musashi Twelve Lang laughed wildly, "You want to stop me? You are still far behind!"

Swish!

The moment the words fell, Lin Yin's figure was already raging away like a tornado, and his momentum was quite frightening!

"kindness?"

Musashi Twelve Lang's face was startled, and in a hurry, he swung his sword to cut the wind, the slender chrysanthemum pattern sword reflected the cold light, the light of the sword separated the shadow, and the sharp cold lights spread out like a storm!

boom!

A muffled sound resounded, and the explosion sent broken rocks flying everywhere, and dust and mist drifted around. The place where the two of them stood seemed to be in the center of the impact force vortex of the explosion of a bomb of several hundred kilograms.

buzz buzz.

The chrysanthemum-patterned sword held by Musashi Twelve Lang in both hands was trembling crazily.

Lin Yinkong held the white blade, pinched the chrysanthemum-pattern knife expressionlessly, and the inner strength that vibrated the air and blasted the sound waves pierced through the blade.

"Well……"

Musashi Twelve Lang roared in a low voice, his facial expression was contorted, his eyes were painful, his hands were trembling constantly, and blood even burst out from the tiger's mouth.

"How is it possible! You still have such a background!" Musashi Twelve Lang said with a face full of disbelief, "Lin Yin, what level of expert are you?"

Musashi Twelve Lang's eyes were full of fear, and he wanted to escape, but his whole body seemed to be sucked by an invisible force, and he couldn't move a bit!

This situation is too weird.

Judging from his previous fight, Lin Yin's combat power should be infinitely close to the Tianbang, so he has the confidence to consume Lin Yin to death.

However, Lin Yin's background seems to be endless, even more exaggerated than the masters of the Tianbang level. No matter how many rounds of fighting, he still maintains his strength.

This is a situation that Musashi Twelve Lang has walked in the rivers and lakes for decades, killed countless people, and has never encountered a situation...

Lin Yin looked stern, ignored Musashi Twelve Lang's words, and spit out a word coldly.

"die!"

boom!

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yin's wrist shook, and a sound wave that could pierce the eardrum erupted immediately!

A violent internal force surged out, instantly shattering the extraordinary chrysanthemum-patterned knife in Musashi Twelve Lang's hand, turning into a trace of dust and falling on the ground.

"ah!"

Musashi Juroro let out a scream, and his whole body was like a deflated ball, which flew tens of meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

"You! You... cough cough!"

Musashi Twelve Lang looked at Lin Yin with horror in his eyes, and wanted to say something, but suddenly spit out several mouthfuls of blood from his mouth.

His body was shriveling crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, crackling, and the bones were broken into pieces.

"Well!"

Musashi finally let out a desperate and painful voice, his eyes were full of remorse and unwillingness, and he fell heavily to the ground, completely cutting off his vitality.

A generation of tycoons of the Qianji Dao died just like that.

Until his death, he couldn't figure out what level of existence Lin Yin was.

Why, he would carelessly despise such an unpredictable master like Lin Yin!

If he was given a chance to start over, he would definitely not collide with Lin Yin head-on...

It's a pity that his life has been ended...

"Ahhhh!"

He Sanjin made a terrified voice, looked at Lin Yin with horrified eyes, trembling crazily, completely terrified by the scene in front of him.

Lin Yin at this moment is too scary...

With expressionless face and cold eyes, Lin Yin walked up to He Sanjin step by step.

"No, don't kill me! Young Master Yin, I, I just can't help myself!" He Sanjin panicked incoherently, "You also know that there is nothing the Jianghu people can do! I have no grievances or enmity with you, it was not on purpose If you want to feel sorry for you, there is nothing you can do to help the Xu family!"

"Please spare my life!"

He Sanjin kept begging for mercy, already scared to death by Lin Yin.

In his eyes, the mysterious man standing in front of him was like a demon king, unrivaled.

"Are you from Shen Fenggu?" Lin Yin said expressionlessly,

"Yes! Young Master Yin, I am from Shen Fenggu, and my master is the old man Shen Feng! I beg you, for the sake of the old man, give him a way to survive, and don't make things too extreme..." He San raised his forehead Sweating and talking, the desire to survive is quite strong.

"Old man Shen Feng, I have dealt with him before." Lin Yin said casually, "What if I don't give that old man face?"

Old man Shen Feng is a prestigious old antique in the hermit circle, a peerless master who has been on the celestial list.

It's just that, for some reason, his strength was greatly damaged and he was knocked off the list.

At the beginning, when young Lin Yin slaughtered the Tianbang, this old man Shen Feng was one of the defeated ones.

"You, you know my master?" He Sanjin said with a puzzled expression, as if he had seen the hope of survival, "Master Yin, if you let me go today, I will report to my master, and Shen Fenggu will surely repay you in the future ..."

"If you really don't give my master this face, then it won't do you any good. If my master has such a good face, if you kill me, he will definitely pursue you for revenge." He Sanjin's voice trembled Said, "You don't want to be targeted by a peerless master at the Tianbang level, do you?"