Chapter 1953                                                                                                                            �

The scene on the Fengyuntai was completely beyond the expectations of Shi Feng's half-saint.

In his opinion, even the semi-saint of Qingyuan Realm was enough to crush Ye Qingtian, who was in the seven-yuan Nirvana.

Once promoted to semi-saint, you will step into the holy path and become extraordinary and saint from then on.

Because the holy energy is too strong, even if you do not master the rules of the holy path, you can slaughter the monsters in the Nirvana realm at will with the holy energy alone.

For the genius champions, it is common for them to cross-border killing enemies along the way.

The opponent has the advantage of realm, but these geniuses have the advantages of martial arts, talent, roots and bones, and inheritance.

Especially when encountering casual cultivators or unfamous sect cultivators, it should not be too easy to kill them.

But at this level of the Holy Way, it seems extremely difficult.

Even if it is a semi-saint in Qingyuan Realm who has no foundation and is the top ten in the Human King List, it is unlikely to kill it.

On the other hand, it is relatively easier for the other party to kill them.

Jin Xuanyi is famous on the list of the Human Kings and is a legend because there are rumors that he has killed the semi-saint of Qingyuan Realm.

So Shi Feng's half-saint, when he saw the black-clothed half-saint appear, he was so scared that he ran away in an instant.

He was afraid that Ye Qingtian would be killed by the other party within ten moves, and he didn't even have a chance to rescue him.

But the scene in front of him made him stunned and completely stunned.

On the wind and cloud platform.

Lin Yun held the Burial Flower in his hand and calmly used the Firefly God Sword. He used this sword technique to the point of reaching the pinnacle.

The people who watched were dazzled and dumbfounded.

He seemed to have fought with the semi-saint for a long time, and never fought hard with the other party, and did not give the holy energy a chance to invade him.

Relying on his masterful swordsmanship, he fought and retreated on the Fengyuntai, drawing circles after circle.

The sword light began to bloom from the light of fireflies, then turned into the wave of dawn, turned into the red of the setting sun, and finally the moon was united, and the swords returned to one another, and turned into the fireflies again.

The saint energy of the black-clothed semi-saint was extremely powerful, and cracks had already appeared on the Fengyuntai, but he just couldn't touch Lin Yun.

The circle drawn by the Firefly God Sword constantly squeezes out the vast sacred energy in the middle of rotation.

It was like a tremendous effort to make a big move. After the sacred energy fell, countless strange phenomena were created on the wind and cloud platform.

The half-saint in black wanted to use his strength to destroy the cleverness and condense the holy energy in his palm, and wanted to use this to shatter Lin Yun's sword momentum.

But there were a little fireflies blooming in the center of the rounds on the platform. Although the flames were weak, they were connected to each other, as if they had life and were difficult to erase.

The fireflies were blooming, forcibly blocking the erosion of the holy energy.

The black-clothed half-saint not only failed to break the sword force, but was seized by Lin Yun, and bullied himself and turned into an offensive.

He soared up and down, and the afterimage changed, and the sharp sword light left several hideous scars on the black-clothed half-saint.

Blood was seen on the Fengyuntai, but this blood was not Lin Yun's, but the blood of the semi-saint.

No one expected this. In the martial arts arena, whether it was the leader of the six holy places or the master of the list of people hidden in the dark, they were all dumbfounded.

"How is this possible..."

Qu Duan was so disappointed that he looked extremely decadent, and said, "I've been in seclusion for two years. The world has changed too quickly. How could this be a swordsman who is rare in five hundred years?"

Li Yanxian swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva on the side and said powerlessly: "I'm afraid it's five hundred years old. It's too difficult, it's really too difficult, it's incredible."

"Since the sword shocked the sky, Donghuang has produced another thousand-year-old genius, but unfortunately..."

"What a pity?" Qu Duan asked.

Li Yanxian's face was bitter. What else could it be? It's a pity that it's not me!

Eighteen years ago, the sword shocked the sky and shook the ancient times, and it suppressed the six holy places. One person and one sword made all the holy places unable to raise their heads.

Even the Dragon Empire has his name circulated, but unfortunately he passed away like a meteor.

Since then, the Donghuang Sword Dao has fallen into an era of silence between thousands of horses. There are many outstanding talents among the younger generations, but no one dares to be called a genius.

Li Yanxian is the top ten sword cultivator on the list of the Human Kings. He can see it clearly. Lin Yun relied on his sword skills to forcibly suppress the Black-clothed Half Saint.

As the saying goes, one force reduces ten goals!

But on the other hand, tricks can also break the power. As long as your skills can reach the pinnacle, everything is relative.

He Li Yanxian can do it, and even the Wan Jian Guiyi can barely achieve the goal.

But the same sword technique is more than ten times stronger than Lin Yun's hands.

Too exaggerated!

This is the real Firefly God Sword, just as the sword ancestor said back then, the light of firefly can also compete with the bright moon.

On today's storm, who dares to say that the seven-yuan Nirvana cannot compete with the semi-saint?

This is the style of our sword cultivator. Although Li Yanxian cannot be on stage, he yearns for it.

"Junior brother, step down first."

Jiuyang, who was entangled with Shi Feng's half-saint, looked extremely ugly after seeing this scene.

He tasted something wrong, and his junior brother's mood was completely distracted, and he might fall into a very dangerous situation if he continued like this.

He didn't care about much and immediately started shouting.

"It's just a pride, I'll kill it! The sun and the moon are in the sky!"

The black-clothed half-saint was so angry that he didn't listen at all. He suddenly retreated hundreds of meters, and his hands changed and used the killing move of Mingzong.

boom!

The sun and the moon were in the sky, turning into an ancient word "Bright" and falling from the sky covered the entire Fengyuntai.

"Go to die!"

The black-clothed half-saint was furious, his face distorted, and raised his hand to control the "Sun and Moon" and directly suppressed it.

Lin Yun looked up and knew that this palm could not be avoided.

He practiced with the Blood Crow Ancestor many times in Wanfen Valley, knowing how to deal with the holy energy and how to avoid it.

I have also been tortured by the holy spirit, suffered losses, and suffered defeats.

But now, he wants to give it a try!

Buzz!

Zanghua's entire sword body trembled wildly, and the sword light burst out with an extremely powerful fighting spirit while swallowing and spitting.

"I know my intention to bury the flowers."

Lin Yun smiled. What else can you ask for if you have this sword in your life?

He thought of what Tianxuan Sword Saint said when he was learning sword in Youlan Academy, "Can Yaoguang's lineage admit defeat once?"

He stood there without moving, looking at the ancient Ming characters pressed down on his head, he seemed extremely calm.

Lin Yun's smile was calm. He didn't reply at that time, but he had already had an answer in his heart.

Yaoguang's lineage will never admit defeat!

Lin Yun took a deep breath and took one step between the place.

Swish!

When he took this step, twelve afterimages burst out from his body immediately, each with one sword.

The afterimages gathered together, and from a distance they looked like fireflies walking out of their short life.

From the light of fireflies to the snow of Tianshan Mountain, to the color of silver, to the bright moon and silver...

Many afterimages surrounded it, forming a circle.

Lin Yun took another step and returned to the origin. Afterimages overlapped, all kinds of strange phenomena turned into fireflies and stabbed out with this sword.

Wow!

The lights of other fireflies floating on the Fengyuntai reflected countless figures of Lin Yun, and then the fireflies continued to escape into his body.

When the sword really stabbed out, the entire Fengyuntai trembled, and one sword made all the magic into empty space, and the ten thousand swords returned to one.

Bang!

The weakest part of the ancient Ming character was stabbed into the sword tip, the terrifying ancient Ming character, like a pierced balloon.

The holy energy continued to dissipate, and its pressure dropped wildly, and then it disappeared.

Rush!

A bloodstained from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and he was knocked back a hundred meters by the sword, but his face was full of excitement.

Success!

He returned to his own swords and blocked the half-saint's attack on the front. How happy he was.
To be continued...