At this time, in the extremely fierce battle circle that seemed to be fighting on the field.

Lin Yu was already a little overjoyed.

After some battle, he had seen through all the ways of the thirteen artificial cloned warriors.

Even if they join forces, they already have the strength to even suppress ordinary half-step innate masters.

However, if you don’t enter the innate world, you will eventually become an ant.

Innate, and half-step innate.

There are always two levels.

It's like an adult fighting with a child.

At first, adults might have some interest in teasing children.

But if you continue for a long time, you will be in no interest.

The same is true for Lin Yu. The current fight has passed the warm-up period, and it is a waste of time to continue.

Thinking of this, he closed his joking smile coldly.

He picked up the sword and suddenly jumped into the sword shadow.

The dancing finger wind is like light and shadow, and seems gentle, but contains dense and dark power.

Within the range of the finger shadow, the space seemed to be broken and became a vacuum.

The sword fingers that pierced out were like the lightning flashing in the night sky, silently and swiftly.

The trembling and cold aura suddenly attacked the thirteen swordsmen in a moment.

The ultimate speed makes them unable to react.

A sword pointed, as if at the same time, it was pointed at the eyebrows of thirteen people.

The transformed finger shadows, each path is both virtual and real.

If you are empty, you are real, and if you are real, you are empty!

The truth and reality are all between Lin Yu's thoughts.

Puff...

The sound of flesh and blood piercing through is endless.

A shocking wound appeared between the eyes of the thirteen swordsmen and the center of their eyebrows.

Blood slowly flows along the wound.

But Lin Yu's expression not only did not become relaxed, but instead showed a touch of solemnity.

The figure immediately retreated.

Bang bang bang bang...

Suddenly, an explosion sounded in my ears.

Under the feet of the thirteen swordsmen, the hard bluestone floor turned into dust.

Gravel splashed and dust flew.

Lin Yu frowned and stared at the white swordsmen around him.

I saw a silver-white light deep in the wound between their eyebrows.

Looking closely, there was a layer of metal inlaid in the flesh and blood, replacing the position of the bones.

The force that Lin Yu hit just now was also removed by all the thirteen swordsmen.

"What the hell are you?"

Scanning the swordsmen around him, Lin Yu asked in confusion.

These thirteen swordsmen looked like humans, but they did not have the emotions that humans should have in their eyes.

The bones in the body are also replaced by an unknown metal.

You know, Lin Yu's finger is enough to penetrate the gold-killing stone.

But when it hit the thirteen swordsmen, it failed to hurt the root cause.

To deal with Lin Yu, those Americans took great pains.

"Mr. Lin Yu, don't waste your energy. We have already made all preparations to capture you."

General Emil laughed wildly, with a confident tone.

"Catch me? Just them?"

Lin Yu sneered and disagreed.

Although the strength of these thirteen swordsmen surprised him quite.

But the gap in strength between the two sides is like a gap.

Even Lin Yu, who had not broken through the innate world, could not be defeated by these thirteen people.

"With a tortoise shell on my head, do you think I can't do anything?"

A chuckle suddenly sounded.

Lin Yu's figure was like dozens of him taking moves at the same time.

A finger that popped out instantly was like a flash of lightning.

In the freehand painting, the sharpness is revealed.

The quick-witted finger wind penetrated into the eyes of the thirteen swordsmen.

Lin Yu wanted to see if their brains were destroyed, and whether they would still be as vague as before.

But this time, the thirteen swordsmen reacted surprisingly quickly.

Dingding Ding Ding...

The spiraling cross sword accurately blocked the attacking finger wind.

Thirteen swordsmen suddenly leaned against each other.

In the pair of blue eyes, the splendor was breathing, and the void was filled with electricity.

They waved the cross sword in their hands at the same time, and wisps of white light and shadow suddenly bloomed at the edge of the sword.

At the same time, General Emil's laughter reached his ears.

"Haha, you are known as the Dragon King of the Black Prison, which reminds people of the hell demon. Today, you will die under the light of the ruling of the Holy Church!"

At this moment, Lin Yu felt a force that emerged from nowhere to cover him.

The vast power is filled with sacred coldness.

His body was bathed in a white light and shadow.

It seems to be accepting the judgment of fate, the sacred verdict.

"If I get my life is all my fault, I can only plant golden lotus in the fire."

Lin Yu whistled up to the sky, pressed his feet lightly on the ground, and slowly rose from the ground.

A wisp of strong wind circled around him.

He ignored it and punched it out.

There is no word to describe the power and speed of that punch.

It seems that it has broken some kind of constraints in space and fully demonstrated the mystery of power.

He punched it, but there was no sound.

The sacred light and shadow suddenly gathered at the point in Lin Yu's fist.

Then, the white light suddenly bloomed.

Explodes, unparalleled dazzling.

The world is gone.

Caught off guard, General Emile could not stand the dazzling bright light.

For a moment, the eyeballs were so painful that they were covered in white.

Before he could close his eyes, suddenly, a slight coolness occurred on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the hissing blood blew clearly sounded in my ears.

Unfortunately, he opened his eyes as blind and could not see anything clearly.

The last trace of awakening remained, and I felt that my head seemed to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Lin Yu's spiritual punch collided with the divine power.

Endless, profound and unpredictable power.
To be continued...