You have a good chance, I accept it.

As Ye Lin threw the sun in his hand, the golden palm on his head was instantly smashed into pieces by the sun.

"No way."

The little bald man's eyes widened in disbelief. That was the Buddha Kingdom in his palm, the supreme law that he was most proud of. How could it be broken so easily?

He knew that Ye Lin was very strong, but no one told him that Ye Lin was so strong.

He was simply too strong to be reasonable.

"Die."

In the blink of an eye, Ye Lin came in front of him, and the Emperor Blood Drinking Sword in his hand fell without hesitation.

"Amitabha."

The little bald man chanted the Buddha's name, and a layer of golden light floated on the surface of his body to protect him tightly. The Emperor Blood Drinking Sword chopped on the golden light and made a loud noise.

The golden light was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You three come and help me."

The little bald man put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, and the golden light on his head kept breaking. If this continued, the golden light would soon break.

Seeing this, he was no longer calm, and turned to look at the three people watching the show in the distance.

These three people have been watching the show, and no one cares about his life at all.

He really deserves to die.

"Do you really not take me seriously?"

Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his left hand slapped the sword body violently. A huge force was transmitted from the sword body to the golden light below. At this moment, the golden light shattered.

The Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang chopped the golden bald head without any hindrance.

"The sun is near the abyss, suppress it."

Ye Lin stretched out his left hand to summon the sun and smashed it violently, and the golden head was instantly smashed into pieces.

"You three, come together."

Ye Lin turned slowly with the Blood Drinking Sword of the Emperor Shang, and his left hand exerted force violently, and a transparent soul was directly crushed by Ye Lin.

A Tianjiao among the stowaways was killed so easily by Ye Lin.

The whole process was extremely easy, more like killing a pig.

"Isn't this guy too strong?"

The young man who had not taken action was silent for a long time and finally said softly, that bald guy is about the same strength as them. I thought that even if he is not Ye Lin's opponent, he can resist a little, right?

However, the fact is that the guy has completely fallen.

Even his soul was ruthlessly crushed by Ye Lin.

Such strength makes them even more frightened.

"Should we continue?"

The young man holding the green fan said softly. In just a few breaths, a good friend was gone, which made them have a very clear understanding of Ye Lin's strength.

Even if the three of them work together, they may not be able to hold on under Ye Lin's hands, right?

"Oh?"

In the distance, Ye Lin looked at the three people in front of him with interest. What are these three people still talking about? When he was trying his best to kill the little bald guy just now, these three people didn't do much.

At this time, Ye Lin looked down at the battlefield below, and saw that Gu Dufeng and Du Zun were killing like crazy. Those so-called geniuses were not their opponents.

That group of big guys was even more brutal, and their attacks were extremely simple and rough. Ye Lin saw with his own eyes that a genius was torn apart by their hands.

Such fighting power and brutality were beyond Ye Lin's imagination.

However, from the overall situation, the balance of victory was tilting towards them.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder Sword Art, Thunder Gathering."

Ye Lin whispered silently, and the Emperor Shang Blood Drinking Sword in his hand was filled with thunder power in an instant, and thunders were jumping on the Emperor Shang Blood Drinking Sword.