More than a dozen second-rate experts rushed forward and drew their swords, their blades flashing.
In an instant, more than a dozen long swords, like a whirlwind cutting through the moon, slashed fiercely towards Lin Xiaofei's body.
"You few martial artists are no match for me."
As he spoke, Lin Xiaofei smiled slightly, and a surge of internal energy flowed from his body as he began to circulate the Body Tempering Golden Body Technique.
In an instant, an astonishing aura of internal energy emanated from his entire body, enveloping him as if an amazing aura was flowing around him.
More than a dozen second-rate peak experts drew their swords together, about to strike Lin Xiaofei.
Lin Xiaofei's eyes flashed, and although he slowly raised his hand, it was extremely fast for these second-rate experts. He turned his palm into a blade and struck head-on.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
His palm, like an extremely hard weapon, shattered the three long swords that were the first to strike, producing a series of loud sounds.
"What? His hand could actually cut through our precious sword, and he wasn't even hurt?"
A martial artist exclaimed in surprise, his face filled with disbelief.
In the blink of an eye, a hand, as fast as lightning, slammed into his chest.
"You can't even withstand the force of one of my palms, you're too weak."
Lin Xiaofei casually swung his palm, which to these second-rate experts was like a huge rock hitting an egg, leaving them powerless to fight back.
Bang!
The second-rate expert's chest caved in completely, and his body was thrown out violently. He died without even letting out a scream.
At the same time, Lin Xiaofei turned around and swung his hand to slash at the long sword that was attacking from behind.
Click! Click!
The longsword struck his palm repeatedly, producing a series of booming sounds. The longsword shattered, and then anyone struck by his palm seemed to be sent flying by an astonishing force from the longsword in their hand, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood and dying.
Two second-rate experts who were about to attack Lin Xiaofei saw the scene before them, their pupils constricted, and a trace of fear rose in their hearts. They turned around and tried to retract their long swords.
However, their speed was far too slow compared to Lin Xiaofei's.
In an instant, they were slashed and sent flying.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Lin Xiaofei's eyes flashed as he sensed the attack from two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Feeling a sense of danger, he decided not to use his physical body to fight them anymore.
A flying knife, like a sharp arrow, shot out with astonishing speed, heading straight for him.
The little cat beast beside it also sensed something was wrong. It opened its mouth wide, and a flash of black light shot towards the flying knife magic weapon.
However, the black light net missed its mark, clearly indicating that the little cat beast was not yet proficient enough in its spells.
Of course, after all, it was a magic weapon released by a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, not something a small cat beast that had just transformed into a low-level demon beast could deal with.
Without hesitation, Lin Xiaofei unleashed his spiritual energy, turned his palm, and a spell was formed.
A black palm print flew out from the hand, transforming into a huge black palm print that appeared before their eyes.
Without hesitation, he waved his hand, and the giant black handprint shot out with lightning speed.
The Mountain-Climbing Demon's Clutches!
boom!
A sound like a mountain collapsing echoed out—BOOM!
The flying knife, a magical artifact, struck the black palm print and instantly flew back thirty or forty meters, piercing through a tree as thick as a water bucket.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light, like a shooting star from outer space, moved at an extremely fast speed. It seemed insignificant at first glance, but its aura gradually grew stronger as it flew.
In an instant, it seemed as if this sword light was about to obliterate everything.
"Flowing Light Flying Sword, go!"
At this moment, Chen Jing shouted and threw out a spell.
This time, he was invited by Zhao Zhong to obtain two pieces of Water Insect Crystal Grass and to curry favor with the Zhao family, so he planned to deal with Lin Xiaofei.
At the same time, another flame shot into the sky, like a fiery cheetah, extremely fast and ferocious, as if it were chasing its prey.
"Soaring Leopard Flame Technique, go!"
Another loud shout rang out; it was Wu Qingzhang who shouted it.
"Good timing!"
Lin Xiaofei's eyes lit up. He used his Illusionary Eye Technique to see the strength of the newcomer. He shouted something, then turned his hand and sent out a palm print.
In the blink of an eye, the palm-sized black handprint transformed into a handprint at least ten meters long, its imposing presence astonishing.
"This spell..."
Chen Jing's gaze sharpened as she sensed that the aura of this palm print spell was stronger than the spells she had released, causing her to be startled.
As the palm print rapidly approached, he suddenly exuded an overwhelming aura, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on everything, giving off an extremely dangerous vibe.
With his heart pounding, he dared not be careless. His spiritual energy surged wildly, like a mountain torrent bursting forth, and he once again condensed an even more powerful Flowing Light Flying Sword, which broke through the air.
A stunning sword flew down from the sky, like a divine sword descending from heaven and slashing down with a single stroke.
boom!
The sword strike, as swift as a stream of light, slammed into the black palm print, instantly shattering it. The palm print, however, remained intact and then struck the head.
puff!
In an instant, Chen Jing's head was blown away by the palm print, blood gushing from her neck, and her lower body was thrown into the woods, where she died.
"This Mountain-Turning Demon Palm, I haven't even mastered the basics yet, and it already has such powerful strength, it's terrifying."
However, this palm strike also consumed thirty percent of my spiritual energy.
Lin Xiaofei glanced at the palm strike and was quite satisfied with its power.
The opponent was only a cultivator at the early stage of the ninth level of Qi Refining. Killing him with the Mountain-Turning Demon Palm was also a test of the power of this palm technique.
Of course, if the opponent is a cultivator at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, this palm strike would not be so easy to kill, and could even be easily broken.
With a single palm strike, Lin Xiaofei killed Chen Jing. He then leaped into the air, his spiritual energy surging forth once more, allowing him to dodge the Soaring Leopard Flame Technique.
Immediately afterwards, he spun around, and the long sword at his waist flashed away like a star.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Cold Light Sword trembled slightly, tearing through the void at an extreme speed.
puff!
Wu Qingzhang's eyes widened as he felt a hole appear in his chest, pierced by a sword, with blood gushing out from the wound.
Instantly, his face turned pale, he opened his mouth but could not make a sound, and he was filled with terror.
Wasn't Lin Xiaofei only at the early stage of the ninth level of Qi Refining?
He thought it was an accident when he killed Chen Jing with a single palm strike, but who would have thought that the other party would throw a sword that he was no match for. His body was pierced through, and he was about to fall down.
Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, he turned to run away, only to find his entire body feeling utterly powerless.
Before he could take a step, a small blue sword, like a sharp arrow, arrived in front of him and beheaded him in one stroke.
puff!
Blood splattered, a head fell to the ground, the body stiffened, and then the person fell to the ground.
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