Chapter 83: Sweep (top)

Ling Li Jianyi swayed, Lin Tian pumped back the sword, kicked in the waist.
With a bang, Mokong fell back and flipped a few laps in the air, barely holding his body. Falling on the ground, staring at Lin Tian, ​​Mo Kong's face became gloomy.
Holding a long sword, Lin Tianli is on the high platform and looks at everyone indifferently.
"come together!"
His cold road.
In front of the black dance, this moment, he stood there, like an immortal sword god.
Many of the disciples of the disciples were shocked by these momentums.
"Good posture!"

Do you really want to fight twenty-four people alone?

"This……"
Many people are stunned.
In the distance, Mu Qing and Shi Dong stared at Lin Tian's figure, and it was also a fascination.
"This guy."
Su Shuzhen, Lin Tian’s strong posture, she was not the first time she saw it, but she was still a little scared at the moment.
After all, this moment is a pair of twenty-four, and there are three refining bodies and nine strong players.
"One person wants to fight twenty-four people, not self-reliant!"
Lu Sheng is cold.
Not far from the rockery, several insider disciples flashed in the eyes.
"This Lin Tian is really not ordinary. Under such circumstances, there is still such a war, so strong and discouraged!"
"Unfortunately, discouragement cannot create miracles."
"What about that! No matter whether you can enter the house, this fight is that he wins!"
Several people carry their hands.
......
On the high platform, looking at Lin Tian, ​​who is independent of the sword, many of the 24 people are moving.
At this moment, the kind of momentum on Lin Tian has caused many people to tremble.
Mokong glanced at everyone, and said: "There are many fists and four legs. We are many people. He is not an opponent! Let's go together!" After he finished, he first rushed up, and the thousand spirits and swords were exhibited. It’s full of knives.
"Hands!"
Rong repaired his voice and pressed it with a long gun.
At the same time, Hua Yongchang exhibited the finest martial arts of the refining body and held the long line to Lin Tian.
When the three men moved, the others suddenly moved.
"boom!"
In an instant, twenty-four tyrannical and violent real forces were surging, and all kinds of martial arts were intertwined on the high platform.
These people are at least seven days of refining, and dozens of people are surrounded by attacks, almost forming an impenetrable attack barrier.
Staring at this scene, many spectators are tempted to in the air. These attacks are just a little scary. Who can block them? Looking at the high platform, everyone's eyes could not help but fall on Lin Tian.
"Can you block it?"
Someone muttered.
Facing these intensive martial arts attacks, Lin Tian’s eyes looked calm and indifferent.
The next moment, Lin Tian moved, like a lightning bolt, actually rushed directly toward twenty-four people, as if he did not see the joint attack of twenty-four people.
This action makes everyone change color.
"Is he crazy!"
Someone called.
Not only these spectators, but even the pastoral and Shidong are moving, and taking into account the cultivation of their peaks, Lin Tian’s action is undoubtedly irrational.
The intensive martial arts light swelled, and in an instant met with Lin Tian, ​​who rushed to the front.
Many people stared at this scene and their eyes were rounded.
"Hey!"
A flash of light flashed, Lin Tian's degree suddenly became faster, facing the intensive sword knives, his body flashed through the gap between the sword and the sword, directly rushed into twenty-four people.
"This……"
"I actually avoided such a dense martial arts attack. How did he do it?!"
"impossible?"
Many people’s eyes are straight. Twenty-four people are attacked and killed by martial arts. The attack light curtain is almost unmovable. However, Lin Tian is rushing into the encirclement of twenty-four people from the gap between these intensive attacks. What kind of keen judgment and what a terrible degree can this be done?
Most of the twenty-four people are as stunned as many spectators.
Just then, Lin Tian had already forced one of them.
This is a seven-fold disciple of the refining body. Seeing Lin Tian appearing in front of his eyes, his face suddenly changed, and his long sword smashed toward Lin Tian.
Lin Tian is expressionless, sideways to avoid, and his left hand clenches his fist.
With a scream, the figure of this man was flying by a boxing ball and rolled directly down the high platform. He fell to the ground and couldn’t stand up for a while.
"Good!"
There are spectators who exclaimed.
Unexpectedly rushed into twenty-four people, and actually slammed one person in an instant, this war force committee really made many people tremble.
Such a scene naturally makes other people on the high platform move.
This powerful, many disciples shake their bodies.
"Don't be chaotic."
Mo Kong and low drink, said, he appeared in front of Lin Tian, ​​Qian Ling knife show, dense knife knives down.
Lin Tian's faceless expression, the spirit of the day, the unprecedented enhancement of perception, keenly capture the trajectory of each boring knives, and smash it with a long sword in one hand.
"you……"
Mo Kong is discolored, and no one has ever been able to cope with the Qian Ling knife.
Jian Xiao reverberated, Lin Tian’s sword broke out.
Mo Kong discolored, and quickly lifted a long knife to meet.
The swords intersected, and a slamming sound, a strong force from the hands of Lin Tian in the hands of the sword, will be a few steps back.
"No need to worry, I will leave you to the end, let you see with my own eyes that I will smash the rest of the people one by one, and then you will know how stupid and self-righteous you are."
Lin Tian is indifferent.
"Hey!"
The knife rang, and it came from behind. Someone took a broad knife and squatted from behind.
This is a refining eight strong, strong and powerful.
Lin Tian's face is expressionless, and his eyes seem to be long behind his body. Immediately, he extended his left hand to grasp the wrist of the disciple, and pressed hard to the next pressure, suddenly the sound of broken bones.
"what!"
The disciple screamed.
Lin Tian lifted his leg and pulled out.
With a bang, the disciple with the knife flew, and he coughed up in the air and fell out of the main platform.
The second person was smashed down!
"Go together!"
Someone shouted.
The opening is Zhao Lin, repaired in the eight peaks of the refining body, ranked sixth in the foreign government.
In time, other people responded and attacked Lin Tian.
Intensive attacks are pressed together, and the shadows of the fists, the leg forces, the knives, the swords, the tactics, the martial arts, and the martial arts are endless, and they are pressed against Lin Tian.
Facing these attacks, Lin Tian’s expression was calm. When the spirit of the day was up, his perception became extremely sensitive. After that, he stepped on two steps and flashed like twenty people.
"Hey!"
The piercing sword rang, and Lin Tian’s sword in his hand rose, and the sword of shattered swept out.
"what!"
"what!"
"what!"
The screams sounded one after another, and a little bit of blood was floating in the air.
Lin Tian had already cultivated the stunned swordsman to Dachengjing. At this moment, he used the refining body to rebuild the first type of shattered sword. It also showed the powerful power of these martial arts. Lost fighting power.
Feeling these terrible swords, many people are moving.
"Stunning swordsman? He actually cultivated this martial art!"
There are internals disciples frowning.
The horror sword is notoriously difficult to cultivate. There have been no people in Wufu for several years to choose this martial art. Several internal government disciples never thought that Lin Tian chose this martial art and has already cultivated such extraordinary martial arts. degree.
On the high platform, after Lin Tianyi broke out the sword of destruction, his body did not stop. After the slashing of the rifle, he avoided the black scorpion swept by Hua Yongchang, his left hand clenched his fist and swung it out.
"fire punch!"
He is cold.
In an instant, eighteen fire fists appeared, cross-border.
"Glyphs!"
Mokong shouted.
Thousands of knives smashed the light and pressed against the eighteen fire fists.
At this moment, Lin Tian’s figure appeared in front of him and his leg was pulled out.
Mo Kong discolored, hurriedly lifted a long knife across the chest.
Lin Tian’s right leg squatted on the knife body, and Mo Kong only felt a strong force like a mountain and sea. The strong force was transmitted to him along the blade, and the slamming sound shook it.
Then, the screams of panic almost sounded at the same time.
Someone was fired by Lin Tian’s fire boxing. The flames of the real Yuan dynasty ignited the man’s clothes and made the person turn into a torch in a blink of an eye.
The man screamed and screamed, but he accidentally stepped on the air and fell from the main platform.
"what a shame!"
There are spectators who are despised, and dozens of people are working together to besiege one person, but they are so unbearable.
When the people once again set their sights on Lin Tian, ​​their eyes could not help but become awe, especially the many new students, full of adoration.
Fighting twenty-four people alone, in the blink of an eye, the six people lost, this is how powerful!
"This little guy is really interesting!"
In the distance, Shi Dong smiled.
Mu Qing nodded, and his face was smiling, watching Lin Tian on the main platform, the more satisfied he was.
On the main stage, Lin Tian did not stop after flying in the air, and his foot was moved, and the sword in his hand swayed to the other person next to him. With a bang, the weapon of this man was shot by Lin Tian, ​​and the abdomen smashed Lin Tian’s fist, and immediately fell to the ground softly, and the painful cheeks were distorted.
Lin Tian did not look at this person, lifted his leg and directly pulled it out of the main platform.
On the main stage, the rest of the people's faces became hard to look.
It’s only half a quarter of an hour, and twenty-four people besieged Lin Tian together. At the moment, there are seven people who have lost!
Lin Tian Li is in the center of seventeen people, his clothes are light and dancing, calm and calm.
"Time is still early, let's take it slowly."
He faintly said.
Such an attitude, such a speech, suddenly makes these people discolored.
"嚣 !!"
"Hurricane!"
Rong Xiu and Hua Yongchang both shouted.
At the same time, more than ten other people also showed the color of anger.
"Let's go together!"
"Take him down!"
"No need to show mercy!"
Many people shouted.
The people who can stand here are the elites in the foreign government, all of them are talented, and the talents are naturally very proud. At this moment, they are surrounded by one person, but the other is so attitude, it is completely look down on them, and they are not in the eyes, so naturally these people are angry.
"boom!"
In an instant, more than a dozen people exploded at the same time, and the tyrannical real Yuan was on the whole platform.
Against this power, Lin Tian’s expression did not change at all.
Holding a long sword, the clothes screamed against the wind and waves. He was alone, but he was forced to move toward a dozen people step by step: "With you, you are not worthy of being my opponent."