Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The ancient sword box opened, and all seven swords flew out.

Wu Zhiyao was now fully aware of Lin Che's strength, and she had to use all seven swords, otherwise there would be no chance of winning.

"Broken Rainbow! Dark Frost! Tribulation Flame!"

Wu Zhiyao pointed with one hand, and three flying swords flew directly into the air, bringing up a powerful air wave, which made it difficult for ordinary warriors to open their eyes.

The three flying swords were still halfway there when the four flying swords of Xinghen, Wujiu (you brought this upon yourself), Longzhe and Guixu also broke through the air in no particular order.

Their trajectories are very special. Some pierce straight ahead, while others spin in circles, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Lin Che was still suspended in mid-air, not retreating at all, and holding no weapons in his hands. He just looked coldly at the first three flying swords that flew over.

"Are you still using this trick?"

BANG!!

He stretched out his hand and swept it, and the power exploded, instantly knocking the first three flying swords away.

At the moment when the flying sword was blown away, Lin Che grabbed it with one hand and caught the flying sword covered with frost on the spot.

Look at the words engraved on the sword, this is Mingshuang!

The Dark Frost Sword twisted wildly like a captured dragon, and the tip of the sword even tried to turn around and stab Lin Che.

"presumptuous!!"

Lin Che growled as he swung the Dark Frost Sword fiercely, creating a myriad of sword flowers.

Ding dang dang!

The Dark Frost Sword collided violently with the four flying swords stabbing from behind. Because they were all precious swords, the sound of their collision was deafening, and countless sword beams were stirred up.

Wu Zhiyao in front saw it all and felt so painful.

With such a violent collision between the swords, he could not accept any of the swords getting a crack.

At the same time, Wu Zhiyao showed a look of horror, because the few times Lin Che swung his sword just now were clearly sword moves that could injure the opponent.

Moreover, one still needs to possess the "Glass Sword Heart" to use it.

How is this possible?

Lin Che had indeed entered his Injury Palace last time, but not for a month. Later, Lin Che simply stopped going in.

Isn't it because he couldn't practice the Shangmen technique that he gave up?

But why is Lin Che now emitting the aura of "Glass Sword Heart"?

Boom!

While Wu Zhiyao was lost in thought, Lin Che had already slashed forward with his sword.

A sword beam hundreds of meters long condensed in mid-air and cut across as if to cut half of the sky in half.

At the moment when the sword light was about to hit Wu Zhiyao's body, a figure appeared in front of Wu Zhiyao out of thin air.

Boom!!

The sword light slashed on an invisible light shield, causing a huge explosion.

"How dare you, Lin Che, attack and kill your fellow disciples! I will capture you!"

Li Buyan's voice was filled with rage. He didn't know what kind of treasure was in his hand, but it could be injected with true energy and condensed into a huge light shield, like a wall.

However, now this light shield wall has been shattered into pieces.

"Why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake?"

Li Buyan said this and grabbed Lin Che in mid-air.

A giant withered hand instantly formed behind him, its five fingers spread out to a width of ten meters, and it enveloped the air.

"Huh? That's interesting!"

Lin Che's spiritual awareness had already been expanded, and he was surprised to find that the power emanating from this palm was very strange.

There is a force of destruction contained within it.

It’s like winter is coming, and the flowers, plants and trees will be deprived of their last bit of vitality.

When his spiritual consciousness approaches this dry big hand, part of it will be absorbed, just like the last withered leaf.

Although surprised, Lin Che remained unfazed. He fiercely thrust the Dark Frost Sword forward. With a whoosh, it pierced through the withered hand and stabbed directly into Li Buyan's head.

Swish!

The Dark Frost Sword pierced through the light shield wall in front of Li Buyan and stabbed towards his face.

Li Buyan exclaimed and turned his head to the side in a dangerous manner. The sword light almost passed by his cheek.

“That was a close call!”

Li Buyan swallowed subconsciously, his head was nearly pierced by the sword. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough.

Moreover, he believed that Lin Che would not be able to use a second move.

That massive, withered hand was incredibly powerful, and even a flesh-and-blood body would instantly turn to a skeleton. Even with Lin Che's incredible cultivation, half of his essence and blood would be absorbed, instantly weakening him.

If the three of them joined forces, they would definitely be able to kill Lin Che easily.

Lin Che, ah Lin Che, you're still too young, too arrogant. You know, there's always someone better than you... huh? Where are they?

Li Buyan was startled again. He reached down with his withered hand, but there was no trace of Lin Che.

"Your reaction is too slow!!"

Suddenly, Lin Che's indifferent voice sounded behind Li Buyan.

Li Buyan trembled all over and looked back almost instinctively, while his figure suddenly flashed.

But he was still too slow.

Lin Che had already kicked out, directly kicking Li Buyan in the face.

"ah--"

Li Buyan screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth, and flew backwards.

"You go down and lie down too!"

Lin Che kicked Li Buyan away, then turned his eyes and saw Wu Zhiyao, who had just remembered to run away, and slapped her.

Bang!

Wu Zhiyao was hit on the cheek and rolled dozens of times in the air before falling to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Until this moment, the sky seemed to become empty all of a sudden.

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