Lin Yun was defeated by the master of the half-step Tianpo, not to mention the secret treasure Xuanyin Bell.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Yun is already in a desperate situation and has a dead end.

Under the space where the Xuanyin Bell was blocked, Lin Yun's body was filled with blood and blood. His handsome face was as cold as a demon. This death situation was something he had never encountered before.

In the past, Tian Po also attacked him, but it was angry and had no arrangements. There was always a glimmer of hope.

But at present, it was Chen Ziyu who joined hands with the master of Half Bree Tianpo to make arrangements in advance and block all his life paths.

With such a large formation and such careful layout, there was no way out for survival. Lin Yun was ignited with rage in his heart. He really underestimated the shamelessness of this group of people and underestimated Qing Ruoyou's influence.

It's ridiculous. He thought that he had won the Purple Yao Divine Stone openly and gave him a chance to fight with him.

If he loses, he will be willing to quit.

With the other party's identity, it is not so narrow-minded. After all, he is not wrong, and Lin Yun did nothing wrong.

But obviously, the woman was not only narrow-minded, but also extremely hypocritical. She forced herself into a dead end without saying a word. I am afraid that after his death, the man's reputation would increase a lot.

If it is spread, it will definitely become the feat of Tianling Qixiu being angry and killing the sword slave of the Qin Dynasty. Lin Yun will only be regarded as a clown, adding another topic of conversation to her beautiful beauty.

Bitch!

Lin Yun rarely curses in his heart, but this time he is really angry.

He had already come here to die, but he was really unwilling to die so frustrated!

"Do you dare to fight me in a dignified way?"

Lin Yun looked at Chen Ziyu and others coldly, shouting in a deep voice. He was a swordsman with his own sharpness, and his heart towards the sword was always fearless.

Even if the other party's seven people joined forces to fight him and died, he would not be at all unwilling to accept it.

As long as his sword releases his own style and shines with the light belonging to Lin Yun, he will die without losing his life. However, he was suppressed by a master of half-step Tianpo and died of aggrieved with a secret treasure. His sword and his people are unwilling to accept it!

"Do you dare to fight Lin?"

Lin Yun shouted again, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

Chen Ziyu and others remained silent, their faces were cold, and there was a mockery at the corners of their mouths, as if they were looking at clowns.

That expression was exactly the same as the day when the sun was clear and sweet, and it was clearly full of three words, and you are not worthy!

In anger, Lin Yun snorted coldly, his body was filled with blood and his sword intent was turbulent. The clanging sound of the sword accompanied by the roar of the Canglong, constantly impacting, and an invisible barrier appeared out of thin air within a radius of hundreds of meters.

The barrier consists of ancient spiritual patterns hanging down, with dense characters written on them, shining with a cold and cold light.

Lin Yun's feet were a little heavier on the ground, and his powerful body was rushing like a wild beast.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

But every time he was bounced back hard, Lin Yun's bones could crack, and the ancient bell hanging above his head remained motionless. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Puchi!

He vomited blood from his mouth again, and Lin Yun's face turned pale and calmed down.

Such a tragic situation was extremely happy in the eyes of Tianling Qixiu and others. The sarcasm in their eyes was even stronger and their expressions were ferocious. This was their normal picture.

A mere sword slave should be so embarrassed and pitiful, and they are struggling but can do nothing.

This is the courage that Tianling Qixiu should have. A sword slave jumped around and jumped to the top of the cloud and spoke nonsense, and put on his nose and face, how can it be!

Where is their face?

The few people felt extremely happy, and they didn't even realize the injuries on their bodies. A faint smile appeared on the corners of their mouths.

Lin Yun glanced at the old man in black on the mountain in the distance and said coldly: "The Chen family in Leizhou is not inferior to the nine overlords. Is it so shameless? He even let the elder who has half a step to take action against me, and he really respects Lin.

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Such mockery is quite harsh.

After all, Lin Yun is just a perfect existence at the peak of Yang Xuan Realm. He is only eighteen years old, and the other party has been in his age and has a natural spirit. If it is spread, it will definitely be a big joke.

But the old man in black was neither happy nor sad. He showed a faint smile on his face and said softly: "Don't get me wrong, my friend, I didn't attack you, I just happened to pass by at the bell."

It's indeed a family, and they're shameless.

This doesn't count as taking action, I have to end up in person, just slap myself to death?

Lin Yun had no expression on his face, which was considered to have seen it.

"Brother Chen, since he is asking for a fight, you can help him. Humph, let him die willingly, don't let him think that no one in Tianling City can control him."

Chu Muyan suddenly spoke and said lightly.

"That's what it means."

Chen Ziyu's face was as frost as ice, and a faint mist was covered with his body. Just one look made people feel like they fell into an ice cave.

He looked at Lin Yun coldly and pondered: "Don't think that the sword intent is great, just be invincible. Even if he is as strong as Nangong Wanyu's last dragon feast, he is only in the top ten and has not entered the top three. Before, if he hadn't been worried about hurting the demon-transforming fruit, I could destroy you with one finger on the demon-refining tree!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the martial arts pressure that belonged to the perfect Yin-Yang realm broke out on Chen Ziyu.

The other people in Tianling Qixiu had a strange look in their eyes. They had long noticed that the other party's cultivation was terrifying, but they did not expect that they had been promoted to the Yin-Yang Realm and had been perfected.

The Yin-Yang Realm is the last realm of the three major realms of Zifu. Small success, great success, and perfection will bring great changes every step. Every step you take is one point closer to the Tianpo Realm, and your strength will be doubled.

When you reach the Yin-Yang realm, it has become extremely difficult to improve your martial arts cultivation.

Unless it is a monster like them, it is almost impossible to ascend to the sky to praise the realm of killing. If a monster with the same talent is separated from one realm, there is almost no way to win.

Lin Yun is an exception. He has mastered the innate sword intent, and his sword intent is so strong that it is against the will of heaven.

In the huge ancient Nanhua domain, the person who can be better than him in terms of sword intent can be said to be a phoenix-haired swordsman, which is still the case where the older swordsmen are included.

But even so, the gap in cultivation is too big, and how much sword intent is against the will of heaven is useless. For example, now, Chen Ziyu and him are different, one in the sky and the other in the earth.

"Ziyu, you are injured!"

The old man in black on the distant mountain frowned slightly and said.

Although Chen Ziyu said that he was a separate family, his strength and talent were ranked among the top three in Leizhou. Otherwise, the family would not have looked at his face and deliberately brought out this Xuanyin bell to suppress Lin Yun.

“It’s okay.”

Chen Ziyu smiled lightly, and when the smile disappeared, a terrifying chill burst out from him.

Under that chill, Chen Ziyu's clothes emitted a faint jade light. His sharpness made people afraid to look directly at this moment, making people feel extremely difficult to breathe.

"Ice Will!"

Gu Yang and others' expressions changed, and their eyes were extremely surprised.

His cultivation level was promoted to the perfection of Yin and Yang realm. Although everyone was surprised, they were expected. After all, they all felt it. But he actually awakened his will to martial arts and mastered the will of the ice, which has always been a rumor.

It is extremely difficult to awaken the will of martial arts under the heavenly soul, but once it awakens, it will be quite against the will of heaven.

The feast of dragons, why is the sword intent invincible? It is because of other monsters who awakened the will of martial arts in the Purple Palace realm, which is enough to compete with the sword intent.

It was the first time Gu Yang and Qin Xu and others saw Chen Ziyu showing their martial arts will. They felt a little disappointed. It would be difficult to be ranked alongside the other party in the future.

Soon, their minds became active.

Gu Yang smiled first and said, "Brother Chen is so sad that we are hiding. He actually has mastered the will of ice. This time, there will be a place for the top 30 people in the feast of dragons!"

"Hehe, I was a little worried about Brother Chen before, but now it seems that Brother Chen is where is it

If you want one finger, you may be able to kill the other person with half of it.”

"Hahaha, please ask Brother Chen to let this sword slave give up. Don't say that there is no one in Tianling!"

Their tone became quite complimentary, and invisibly, they took the initiative to lower their identity in front of Chen Ziyu.

The old man in black who controlled the Xuanyin Bell saw this scene and looked overjoyed and immediately raised his hand.

The spiritual patterns that blocked the space were slightly loose and kept cracking. He was not afraid that Lin Yun would take advantage of this to escape. With his half-step Tianpo, it was easy and meticulous to control the Xuanyin Bell.

One person can be easily locked out of thousands of troops. As long as Lin Yun dares to move rashly and the bell rings, the other party can know what torture means!

The moment the spiritual pattern completely cracked, Chen Ziyu's body flashed and fled in.

He and Lin Yun were both shrouded under the Xuanyin Bell. He wanted to crush Lin Yun himself and humiliate the other party with ruthless and cold means.

"It may be a bit exaggerated to kill you with one finger, but within three moves, I want to kill you, it's like crushing a dog to death!"

Chen Ziyu snorted coldly, and his whole body was filled with coldness. He burst into Xiaocheng's ice will to the extreme. The true energy was stirred up and he raised his hand and slapped it out. Suddenly, the endless cold air rolled out like a thunderbolt in the mountains and seas. The palm light hidden in the coldness shone even more, like a cold star.

Bury the flowers!

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held the hilt of the sword, and merged into the power of the Canglong sword in a flash. Facing the terrifying palm light, he did not retreat but advanced, and took three steps in a row.

After three steps, his body was filled with domineering aura, and the pressure was so strong that he swallowed the mountains and rivers.

clang!

The burial flower was unsheathed, and the bright light was as dazzling as the sun, dazzling. His sword was extremely neat. With the blessing of the Domineering Sword Heart Technique, the hole penetrated into the void, piercing the layers of cold tsunami condensed, and facing the sharp palm light like a cold star.

Instantly beautiful, a thought of flowers blooming!

The purple flora bloomed in Lin Yun's body, and the aura on his body suddenly surged. In the blink of an eye, he forced the opponent's perfect pressure of the Yin-Yang Realm back.
To be continued...