Venda let out a muffled snort of pain.

The so-called control of spiritual telekinesis is also the communication between the true yuan in the body and the external heaven and earth vitality, and under the reversal of the true element, this backlash also directly acts on his spiritual telekinetic world.

The subtle blood veins on his forehead were shattered, the black and hard skin was broken like glass, and extremely fine blood beads continued to ooze, flowing up and down his forehead, and because they were too small, they were instantly frozen by the cold wind around him, which looked extremely weird.

The pupils of his eyes were also blood-red, and the blood covered the whites of his eyes, giving people the feeling that they were even oozing out of his eyeballs.

However, compared with these visible wounds, the impact on the tiny nerve endings in his brain was more severe, and the tiny nerves that controlled all human perception were almost instantly destroyed, and what entered his brain was not only pain, but also countless kinds of torture that seemed to be nailed directly into the depths of his mind, and then spread out in his flesh and stirred up.

Even though the years of penance and even challenging the things that ordinary people are least willing to do make this tantric master's state of mind as solid and thorough as glass, the instant backlash of such a devour still leaves the lama's body in an unbalanced and unspeakably manic state.

With this painful snort, his right hand stabbed towards Lin Yi angrily.

His hands had been hanging low at his sides, but when he reached out and stabbed forward, everyone looked at the sudden burst of shadows, and realized that his hands were also extraordinarily long.

His hand was almost at least two feet longer than an ordinary person, and he held a three-edged demon pestle in his right hand, although he was frantic and moved, he hardly had any tricks, but because he was extraordinarily long, the thorn was still terrifyingly fast.

It's just that he is facing Lin Yi, who is gathering momentum.

His perception was not affected in any way, and even because of the crazy flow of qi and blood in his body, all his perceptions became keen, and the power accumulated in his body became more violent.

The moment the stream of light from the demon-slaying pestle fell to his throat, his entire body slammed sideways for several feet, and his right fist slammed out, hitting the Venus Master's right arm.

There was a click.

Guru Wenda's right wrist was broken directly, and his right hand was like a piece of rotten wood on his right hand

With a random flick, the demon-slaying pestle also flew out.

At the moment when everyone's exclamations sounded, Master Wenda's chaotic and vibrating body suddenly fell to the ground like a giant tower, and this powerful tantric master took advantage of this moment to control the qi in his body, he didn't take a step back, and his left hand smashed towards the tip of Lin Yi's nose like electricity.

Lin Yi smiled.

His smile seemed strange at this point.

There are very few high-level cultivators who like to fight in close quarters, but he is an exception.

The tantric master fought back in such a tight time, but it was also his favorite way to fight.

His body froze violently, his knees not bent even slightly, but his spine shook like a whip again.

The newborn power in him was like a living thing, penetrating his left hand and driving it to throw it out.

His left hand slashed out like a quick knife, slashing at the opponent's left arm.

Guru Wenda didn't dodge.

This moment of fighting, like the world he has demarcated the rules, it is impossible to change it.

The manic True Yuan in his body swam wildly in his meridians, and finally continued to converge on his left hand.

There was a bang.

Countless Dao Qi exploded around the two of them.

The ground under the feet of the two of them was shattered, debris flew away, and their bodies were also faltering, but at this moment, Master Wenda's blood-colored eyes were instantly filled with endless consternation.

He felt like a piece of his left hand was missing.

For a cultivator like him, who could even ignore the physical body, even a broken hand would not give him such a strong sense of shock.

Lin Yi's left hand was like a giant beast, directly devouring the true element of his left hand.

He didn't have time to think about what kind of secret technique Lin Yi was cultivating at this time, but the breaking of his right hand made him very clear that after losing the protection of True Yuan, his left hand might also be broken in the next moment.

It's just that he doesn't want to retract his left hand.

The true yuan in his body was still surging towards his left hand, buying himself a moment, but his whole body suddenly relaxed, and the muscles and flesh in his body became extremely soft, even giving people one

It was as if the bones had disappeared from his body, and his whole body was like a softened cow tendon.

With a snort, his arm suddenly stretched out a few feet, and the whole arm was bent extremely softly, and his left hand snapped and landed on the back of Lin Yi's neck.

An exclamation was only then heard.

This exclamation was caused by the breaking of his right hand before, but when this exclamation sounded, his left hand was already weak and boneless, like a snake wrapped around and whipped, and it was drawn on the back of Lin Yi's neck.

The back of the head and the back of the neck were among the weakest parts of any practitioner, and in the eyes of this tantric master, even if he had lost most of his true strength, the speed of his left hand, the power of his flexible and powerful flesh that had been cultivated over the years, could still deal a fatal blow to this cultivator.

There was a muffled thud.

Such as defeating the leather.

Lin Yizheng's body that was being shaken back was halted by this blow, and anyone could feel the weight of this blow, but the tantric master's breathing completely stopped.

He suddenly felt very vulnerable.

This feeling of vulnerability is like the feeling of his immature hands on the yak when he was a child and had not yet begun to practice.

Lin Yi's skin and flesh were like an incomparably thick layer of leather armor in his perception at this time, and there was a thick oil film inside.

The power that is enough to make a normal cultivator lie down in an instant is as decadent and powerless as a twig whipping a yak.

Lin Yi didn't feel much.

He just felt a slight sinking of the back of his neck and his entire skull, and a slight tingling pain between his cervical vertebrae.

His right hand clenched into a fist and slammed it towards the tantric master.

Boom!

Guru Wenda's chest and back rang out like a beating drum.

His chest sank, and the large amount of True Yuan that poured into his chest didn't play much of a defensive role.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood shot out of Guru Wenda's mouth, and his tall and lanky body flew straight behind him, crashing into a group of ascetics behind him who were already completely stunned in a shocking exclamation.

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