The terrifying nature of the True Yuan Heavy Armor lies in its strong defensive capabilities and its own weight.

It is like a weapon that purely adds weight and inertia in itself, but the practitioner himself only needs to pay the same amount of true element.

For example, if this cultivator is using a knife now, then this Jinpeng heavy armor is like turning into an extremely heavy knife.

The delicate components of the armor, the runes on its body, are not much different from the flesh and blood and meridians of the cultivators.

When the cultivator inside slashed out with a single sword, the power that the cultivator's True Yuan could bestow, plus the power that this True Yuan Heavy Armor could burst out, all poured into this knife.

Even for a cultivator of the Divine Thought Realm, I am afraid that he will pay a lot of price if he adopts the method of brute force fighting, let alone a cultivator like Lin Yi who does not know how far away from Divine Thought.

Therefore, this cultivator wearing the Jinpeng Heavy Armor felt that it was too ridiculous.

Since he had already used this method to prevent Lin Yi from receiving the Sword Pavilion, it was naturally impossible for this cultivator not to dare to really kill Lin Yi.

His feet slammed into the ground.

There was a crack, and the originally muddy ground was directly tamped by the terrifying force, and it actually made a sound like bluestone being trampled on.

The golden long knife paused slightly, and slashed towards Lin Yi.

The wind is howling.

It's just a knife, but it's terrifying how many times more terrifying than a boulder thrown by an ordinary catapult.

The clothes on Lin Yi's body were hunting.

The golden light on the knife was still expanding, like a golden sun in the night.

Compared with this knife, the twin swords in Lin Yi's hands were slender and terrifying, but under the strong golden light, there was no trace of frightened clarity on his face, calm and indifferent, and even gave people a strange taste.

The twin swords in his hands really slashed at this knife like this.

Qi Zhuji's eyes narrowed.

He didn't think Lin Yi was crazy, and he didn't have time to think about what Lin Yi wanted to do.

He could only watch with full attention, not wanting to miss a single detail.

The two swords fell, but there was a sequence.

Lin Yi's right-handed sword came first, and with a bang, it was like two giant bells colliding, although even his body was too slender compared to the Jinpeng heavy armor, but there was a terrifying power that also gushed out of his body.

His body froze violently, and his hair was shattered and fluttered behind him.

Blood flew out of his palm, and the sword came out of his hand.

But at the same time, his left sword also fell.

There was another dull loud bang, and his left hand sword also flew out of his hand, and the long hair that had been scattered was blown out of his back with the agitated energy, like a living thing.

The golden long knife shook, and the light on it fluctuated like ripples.

The cultivator in the Jinpeng Heavy Armor had an even more solemn expression.

His sword-wielding arm had a sour and numb meaning that was difficult to describe in words, there was no sense of penetration of the true element, only the purest power to collide, he had never seen a young cultivator who could burst out with such pure power in his body.

But the more this was the case, the more he felt that Lin Yi was dangerous, and the more he felt that the Sword Pavilion falling into Lin Yi's hands would lead to unimaginable consequences.

He would not allow bright flowers to bloom in the ruins.

So his killing intent suddenly froze.

He would never allow Lin Yi to survive tonight.

Although his sword momentum was suspended, Lin Yi no longer had a sword in his hand, and Lin Yi was still in front of him.

There was a violent shout.

With this shout, the cultivator bowed his body slightly, stepped forward, and at the same time that he slammed into Lin Yi, the knife in front of him also dragged forward.

Snort.

The small cyan sword in Li Moxiao's hand flew out and landed towards the cultivator's face.

At the same time, Li Moxiao caught a sword that flew out of Lin Yi's hand like a ghost, and slashed towards the cultivator's back with all his might!

There was no flaw in the moment when the Jinpeng armor was bowed, but he felt that something had to be done to stop this man.

However, the cultivator in the heavy armor didn't care about him at all.

When attacking in such a position, the cultivators inside this heavy armor were ready to withstand all the attacks of these people.

When the little cyan sword landed on the slit between his visor's eyes, he didn't even close his eyes.

In the face of such an attack on him, everyone felt that Lin Yi should retreat.

However, he did not retreat.

In a more reckless posture, he jumped up directly, jumped towards the slashing knife, and then roared at the same time: "Rongyi!"

The pupils of the cultivators in the heavy armor shrank slightly.

He saw that Lin Yi's hands actually fell directly on the knife in his hand.

Before he had time to think about it, Lin Yi's hands had already grasped the blade of his knife.

......

Li Moxiao's flying sword and the sword in his hand fell on the Jinpeng Heavy Armor at the same time, but they only splashed two sparks, and did not have the slightest impact on the cultivators in the Heavy Armor.

Lin Yi's hands began to exert force, and his feet also kicked towards the body of Jinpeng Heavy Armor.

The cultivator inside the heavy armor narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Yi actually wanted to grab the knife.

The umbrella shield in his left hand was slightly retracted and smashed directly towards Lin Yi, at the same time, he exerted his strength, and the blade continued to move forward, pressing towards Lin Yi's body.

The blade was pressed to his chest, and Lin Yi knew very well that the other party would press all the weight on his body in the next step, even if this heavy armor was just pressed like ordinary people wrestling, he couldn't avoid the result of skin rot and fractures.

But he was not intimidated.

He didn't even bother with the umbrella shield that fell on one side, he just pressed his feet on the heavy armor and pushed as hard as he could.

The simplest and most simple force.

The power in every flesh and blood in his body burst out, falling on the knife as if it were endless and endless.

There was a sound of swords.

Eight swords left the dirt and flew at the same time, stabbing at the umbrella shield that the cultivator had smashed.

Obviously, it was only eight slender swords, but at this time, it had an endless taste, as if it was involved in a big net, entangled in this umbrella shield.

The state of mind of the cultivators in the Golden Peng Heavy Armor did not fluctuate in the slightest.

He knew very well the source of the power carried on these eight swords.

The one holding these swords was none other than the young cultivator, the descendant of the Nine Palaces True Person.

His umbrella shield continued downward.

The power on the eight swords quickly shattered, and Rong Yi felt that he had lost control of those swords, and his face turned slightly pale.

However, at this moment, the cultivators in the Jinpeng Heavy Armor also felt that the power on their swords was rapidly draining.

Or more appropriately, the true yuan gushing out of his body, his power, could not reach the blade smoothly.

Between his armor and the hilt of his sword, it felt like an extra layer of thick moss, a layer of slippery and thick moss.