Standing in place, when Xu Lin's figure fluttered again, the corners of the monk's mouth had already outlined a wonderful arc.

With a blow in his hand, it seemed to drive the momentum of heaven and earth, and on the huge palm that burst out, the black smoke that was entwined was entwined.

In the face of such a situation, Xu Lin's eyes froze, and what about Mingru?

In front of him, there were suddenly ripples of smoke like water lines, but they were blue and transparent, but they brought a cold feeling.

The sword is like a circle, and the ripples follow Mingru's sword, as if to prevent it from attacking Xu Lin, but at the moment of contact, it evaporates in an instant, like water meets fire.

Facing Mingru, Xu Lin smiled, and then watched the huge palm quickly approaching him, Xu Lin roared up to the sky, and then leaned over, but he turned around and rushed into the military formation of the Jin Kingdom.

The giant ghost of the sky, although the body is big, but the speed is not slow at all, he didn't even pay attention to Mingru's meaning, and came straight to Xu Lin, when Mingru was slightly stunned, somehow in his mind, the first thing that came to mind was Xu Lin's previous smile.

Inaction!

Mingru clenched the cold hilt of the sword in his hand, looking at the figures of the two overlapping in the enemy formation of the Jin Kingdom, the scenes of miserable howls and flesh flying, and Xu Lin bowing his head and moving forward silently, all made Mingru's heart ache.

As a senior sister, as a master of the step void level, she has done nothing in front of this giant ghost, but Xu Lin has always played an absolute role, so what arrogance is there for the cultivation that she is proud of?

Glancing back at Chen Wanru and Mingli, who were still wrapped in the ice lotus, Mingru made a casual move with a frosty face, and the ice lotus immediately floated over and slashed out with a sword. The black qi that was still wrapped around the periphery of the ice lotus could not be dispersed, which made Ming Ru's brows wrinkle suddenly, could it really be that Xu Lin could not face that monster alone?

Just when Ming Ru was hesitating here, the enemy position of the Jin State attacking the city had turned into a situation of chickens flying and dogs jumping, and countless soldiers. Before he could react, his body was swept away by a burst of black gas, and when he was wrapped in it, it immediately turned into a corpse as dry as tree bark, without even having a chance to react.

At the head of the White Ancient City, the soldiers guarding the city saw this scene, and their hearts were shocked by the momentum of the giant ghosts, but at the same time, they were cheered. Even the old general who was the leader couldn't help but show a touch of joy on his face, but he also had a deep worry in his heart, because he really couldn't understand the strange situation in front of him.

On the other hand, in the camp of the Jin Kingdom, the first general is extremely embarrassed on his face, and he is extremely embarrassed about the origin of the giant ghost. He naturally knew it in his heart, but now it turned out to be a rake. On the contrary, he became the helper of the Great Song Kingdom, and his subordinates had already suffered a lot of casualties, so he couldn't continue there.

So when he waved his hand, from the black banner behind him, a charging team of 100 people had already appeared. Then, under the sound of the military drums that shook the sky, the infantry phalanx arranged in front scattered one after another, but it was like the diversion of the river and the sea, when it dispersed to both sides. A straight road has been formed in front of you.

Just when the general in black armor wanted to wave his hand and order the cavalry behind him to attack, a middle-aged man in red armor suddenly jumped out from his side and said, "Marshal Huyan, the other party is from the Holy Sect, isn't he afraid that the national teacher will be blamed for doing this?"

With a cold snort, the person known as Huyan Dashuai swiped his hand, and the drum and golden hammer in his hand immediately smashed on the top of the head of the person who spoke, and his brain burst and flowed, mixed with blood, and this person didn't even have a chance to react, so he fell to the ground.

When the handsome Huyan swept the cold light on both sides, no one dared to make a sound among the generals around him, and when the Huyan marshal looked at the giant ghost who was rushing towards him, he said coldly: "Kill!"

Hundreds of iron horsemen, in the sound of neighing horses, the pace roared like thunder, like a crossbow arrow, straight towards the Optimus Giant Ghost that was heading straight for him.

The uncertain figure of the void and reality, as inscrutable as a ghost in the drift, Xu Lin's body turned into a blood mist, and he had already noticed the changes in the enemy formation, changing the direction from time to time, until he noticed the soldiers who were fleeing to both sides, and suddenly felt a murderous aura rushing to the sky.

Unlike in the past, this murderous aura is very special, it is not a specific momentum, but something like a substance, as if facing a bloody sword, Xu Lin was a little inexplicable in his heart, but the painting monk was at this time, and suddenly reminded Xu Lin: "Hide, it's the martial artist condensing qi!"

Subconsciously, Xu Lin dodged and hidden, but what he had been thinking about in his heart was the word "warrior", a storage zài who had almost forgotten jì, but it was mentioned by the painting monk at this time, and he couldn't help but think of the scene when the warrior caught his head and faced the blood turtle.

And the murderous aura he felt at this time couldn't help but make Xu Lin feel shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he really couldn't think of what kind of realm it was to have such momentum.

The cultivation of the warrior can be divided into six realms: steel and iron bones, condensation of true qi, acupuncture points, true qi dissipation, release of gang qi, and the unity of heaven and man, as well as the final theory of man and god, which is only in legends.

Not to mention the unity of heaven and man, even the martial artists who are equivalent to the real human realm of monks are very few today.

Therefore, for the cultivation world, martial artists are looked down upon by cultivators. If you don't have the innate talent to feel the vitality of heaven and earth, you don't have the potential to cultivate, even if you can cultivate to the point where the Gang Qi is released, that is, the longevity of two hundred years, what is the use of practicing?

The peak of martial arts training can be, but it can't break the world. The human body has a limit, and it can be refined into steel, and if it is refined, it will be wasted.

But at this time, the aura that Xu Lin felt made his divine consciousness as a weak and strong person also feel deep fear, so what kind of realm did his cultivation reach, could it really be that there was a strong person equivalent to the real realm of a monk?

Xu Lin felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, but the painting monk reminded with a smile: "As long as you are not locked by this mad breath, you will be fine!"

"What's the explanation?" Xu Lin asked suspiciously as he dodged.

"That thing behind you has lost his mind, in the current situation, if you were the commander of the Jin Kingdom, what would you do?"

Xu Lin was stunned in his heart, and the painting monk sneered and said: "If you let that monster continue to run rampant like this, not to mention this siege, I'm afraid this army will also be submerged in it, if you change to a little monk, the first thing to get rid of is this giant ghost!"

Hearing what the painting monk said, Xu Lin was also a little relieved in his heart, and looked back at it, the giant ghost really lost his mind, and killed people when he saw them, regardless of whether they were enemies or me, this was indeed not a simple pursuit, but an unscrupulous and arbitrary killing.

"Is it related to the two Yuan Soul Bottles that were suddenly interrupted by himself?" Xu Lin only mentioned this idea, but the painting monk hesitated: "Not really, the formation of this play should be seen for the first time, so the principle of the mystery is only known to those who use this method." ”

Xu Lin laughed, the blood shadow body made it even more erratic, faintly, this speed under Xu Lin's full strength, it actually broke through the air and turned into a flickering red light, shuttling around in the enemy formation, this speed of galloping feeling, Xu Lin's heart, for no reason, a burst of coolness.

But at the same time, just a blink of an eye, a black iron stream, suddenly appeared in Xu Lin's eyes, the dignified murderous aura, the triangular stabbing formation, really like a streamer arrow, ruthless and ruthless evil aura, suffocating darkness, Xu Lin didn't want to turn his head and run.

This is a subconscious thought, and it is also the most correct way to do it, I would rather face the irrational Optimus Giant Ghost than face these thinking warriors.

Purposeful killing, and aimless primitive instinct, are completely different definitions, in the eyes of the painting monk, Xu Lin's approach at this time is definitely the most rational. (To be continued......)