"Retreat!" When Xu Lin's sword tip was pointed directly at the masked monk's throat, the painting monk suddenly screamed in Xu Lin's mind.

I didn't ask the reason, because I didn't have time to think about it at all, but chose Xu Lin, who believed in the painting monk. The sword blade deflected, and then this body was also sudden, Xu Lin was surprised to find that although the other party only had a pair of eyes exposed, they were red and shiny with blood.

Immediately after a burst of white smoke evaporated from the masked monk's body, Xu Lin's figure had already turned from real to virtual, but there was still a look of surprise in his eyes, and the monk in his mind was still urging: "Flash!"

It turns out that a person's body can also be self-ignited, just like the supernatural power that Xu Lin can now preliminarily master, burning soul and blood, but the temperature on the body surface of this masked monk is from the inside out!

A stream of scorching blood, suddenly bursting around, as if it was a red arrow, pierced the surrounding Jin State soldiers, pierced a pair, and there were many, which had already pierced into Xu Lin's incarnation into a blood shadow ghost, but it actually came out directly, without the slightest sense of blockage.

Sneering, Xu Lin flew back sharply, but the cold glint in his eyes kept flickering.

"What a vicious method!"

After listening to Xu Lin's words, the painting monk unexpectedly did not laugh at Xu Lin this time, but also grinned at the corner of his mouth: "It's a little interesting!"

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Xu Lin's voice revealed a sense of heaviness, and when he turned his eyes to look at the broken bottle on the ground, there was already a cruel taste in his eyes.

"Death and resurrection?" said the painter disdainfully.

"Leave yourself dead, let others live. This kind of behavior is really a fool, but in this world, there are many such fools. There are six more over there. ”

"Then make your sword faster!" the painting monk said, but he deliberately reminded Xu Lin.

There was really no good place to separate the soldiers who were crying and falling to the ground, and to see them being poured or stained by the hot blood. Then a lot of people died, all from the masked man's self-explosion.

Xu Lin flew straight into the air with an expressionless face, and then when he locked on the next target, he deliberately glanced at the direction of the sky above, the guy who seemed to be a giant ghost in the sky, his body had already condensed a lot, and there was not much time left for Xu Lin.

An ice lotus melted, just as Xu Lin was about to retract his gaze. It was his familiar breath, and then he subconsciously glanced back, only to see that Mingli and Chen Wanru were wrapped in ice-colored gas like lotus flowers, but the black gas on the outer layer of the body was blocked and had been cut off.

What about Mingru?

Her sword was pointed at the Optimus Giant Ghost, and with a deafening crashing sword groan. A sword slashed out again.

"It's better not to leave her alone, it's good for you. The words of the painting monk are somewhat meaningful.

And what about Xu Lin? The cold eyes in his eyes were introverted. The castration of the body remained unchanged, but in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed to the vicinity of the second Yuan Soul Bottle.

"It really doesn't matter?" The painting monk was surprised, because from Wang Tianyu's memory, the painting monk knew that the woman in front of him might be the one Xu Lin cared about more.

"She'll probably die!" the monk smiled. The voice is frivolous, and there is some meaning to look at the scene.

In silence, Xu Lin put a close Jin State general, and when he halved his sword, the temperature in his blood. Xu Lin laughed out loud, and then slashed back with a sword, and another soldier's head was cut off with a cool blow.

Stretching out a hand, Xu Lin lifted the man's head, looking at the stunned expression on his face, in Xu Lin's laughter, a sharp blade had already pierced Xu Lin's body.

But the blood qi of the gathering and dispersion was only a little trance, and the soldier looked at the hilt of the knife in his hand in disbelief, and then saw Xu Lin's shaky face, and the hospitable smile on his face.

It was not only this soldier who was immediately shocked, but also the soldiers of the Jin Kingdom who had already surrounded Xu Lin tightly in the middle.

"Monster!" This was the first thought in people's hearts, but it did not retreat immediately, and in those timid faces, Xu Lin saw a kind of insistence against his will.

This is the dictate of power and servility, the so-called orders from the superiors, so that these people cannot retreat, even if they know that they will die in the next moment, they cannot just retreat.

"Look at them!" Xu Lin sneered, and then when the blood sword collapsed, the blood mist churned, and from all around, from the outside of Xu Lin's body, one by one from the living body, it entered the blood sword, and not a drop was wasted.

"Very good bait and nourishment, for the sword weapon in your hand, there is nothing better than fresh blood food. ”

The painting monk's words made Xu Lin laugh, and then leaned forward, shooting straight out like an arrow from a string, and its target direction was the second masked monk holding the Yuan Soul Bottle.

"Are you really ignoring it?" The painting monk's gaze looked back at the air, the sword of Ming Ru was as sharp as a man, and in the black smoke cloud, it seemed to be a dazzling starlight and moonlight, shining and dazzling at the same time, but it seemed a little weak.

After all, in the black smoke, the body of that supernatural giant ghost was too big.

"If one person dies, he can save many people. When Xu Lin's words fell on the ears of the painting monk, it made the painting monk say "um" in some surprise.

"Then what if you have to die alone?" Xu Lin spoke very slowly, but in the heart of the painting monk, he was somewhat cold.

"You're tougher than I was!"

"It was I who suddenly understood. The corners of Xu Lin's mouth curled up, and when he stabbed the sword again, he learned the lesson of the last time, and the sword breath suddenly disappeared when he just left the tip of the sword, but the painting monk didn't care about this, he still looked at the figure in mid-air and said, "Can you really give it up?"

"Yes!" Xu Lin's answer was resolute and decisive, as if he had used the Void Hidden Sword Technique to suddenly condense the masked monk's sword breath, without the slightest hesitation, just in an instant, he had already strangled the masked monk who had not yet come back to his senses with a sword.

As soon as he took it, Xu Lin took the Yuan Soul Bottle that was about to fall to the ground in his hand, and suddenly a burning sensation hit his heart, but Xu Lin held it tightly.

"It hurts!" The painting monk chuckled, and then said: "Yuan Soul is addicted, this is not a joke, if you don't have great perseverance, you are not afraid of being ghosted?"

Without answering the words of the painting monk, when Xu Lin's body turned into a virtual and uncertain blood mist again, he ushered in a gaze!

It is far away and very close, and it gives people an elusive feeling in the erratic, but Xu Lin really feels the killing intent in it.

As resolute as he was.

Xu Lin didn't look at the giant ghost who had successfully transformed into a sky, but instead glanced at Ming Ru, his eyes were opposite, and that figure was so stubborn, just like the sword intent in her hand, the meaning in the coldness had never changed.

The strong burning sensation was gone, and the Yuan Soul Bottle in his hand drained the last wisp of black soul qi in the bottle, and then when it was about to die down, it was sealed by a gray Buddha seal, and the bottle was prevented from shattering.

"This thing may still be useful!" The painting monk's voice sounded in Xu Lin's mind, and the soul mirror in his arms also dimmed when it suddenly lit up.

But Xu Lin didn't hear it, he just threw the soul mirror into the storage bag casually, and his eyes were still on the woman's body, never leaving.

"The other bottles must have been broken, and the ghosts have turned into one, this momentum has been achieved, and it is better to leave early. ”

Xu Lin didn't pay attention to the painting monk's voice at all, and the gaze in his eyes flashed with an incomprehensible meaning, as if he had a hesitant look.

So the painting monk smiled, waiting for Xu Lin's choice in laughter, and he really felt a little interesting. (To be continued......)