As soon as he finished speaking, the Scar disciple raised the sword in his hand above his head.
Immediately afterwards, a large amount of immortal energy shot out from his body and merged into the sword in the blink of an eye.
And after this sword blade was integrated into the immortal energy, it actually floated in mid-air, vibrating continuously.
"Haha, this is my holy martial spirit - Fen Yujian. Are you scared to death?" Scar's disciple immediately mocked Lin Yun when he saw Lin Yun motionless.
"Hahaha, I'm afraid the trash coming from the Alliance Martial House has never even seen a saint-level martial spirit, so it's natural." The bald boy sneered: "Brother, kill this trash quickly!"
The Scar disciple nodded, then raised his left hand, put the two fingers together, moved his palm slightly, and then pointed towards Lin Yun.
Almost at the same time, the branch sword above his head shot directly towards Lin Yunbiao with lightning speed.
When the sword blade was less than one meter away from Lin Yun, Lin Yun turned his body slightly to one side and easily dodged the sword.
"What a quick reaction!" Scar's disciple also frowned, but he was not discouraged. He slowly hooked his two fingers in the air, and the sword made a half circle in mid-air, and continued to move towards Lin.
Cloud's back stabbed.
Lin Yun's face was expressionless, and he even had his hands behind his back. When the sword blade was only one meter away from him, he dodged it again.
"You guy!" The Scar disciple saw Lin Yun's contemptuous eyes and couldn't help but his eyes were splitting. He hurriedly controlled the Fenyu Sword and launched dozens of attacks on Lin Yun.
However, every attack was about to hit Lin Yun, but Lin Yun easily dodged it.
Such a thrilling scene, even Qing Yi and Xia Houxuan couldn't help but sweat for Lin Yun.
"This kid has a problem. Come together and solve him." The man wearing a gray turban said.
Immediately afterwards, he released his martial spirit, which was a heaven-level martial spirit in the form of a shadow of a human silhouette.
After releasing his martial spirit, the man's figure trembled suddenly, and suddenly his body split into three and turned into three shadows.
Then these three shadows quickly transformed into human forms, becoming exactly like him.
"Death!" The three gray-turbaned men drew their swords out of their sheaths at the same time, and attacked Lin Yun from three different directions, forming a situation where they were attacking from all sides with the Scar disciple.
Faced with attacks from all sides, Lin Yun seemed to have no escape.
At this moment, Xia Houxuan and Qing Yi both drew their weapons at the same time, preparing to assist Lin Yun.
"It's too late!" The Scar disciple sneered. In his opinion, the dust has settled now and Lin Yun will definitely die.
However, the horrifying scene that followed caused the bald boy who was about to take action to freeze on the spot.
Qing Yi and Xia Houxuan, who were about to help, stopped instantly.
Lin Yun's body suddenly moved when the four figures approached him.
Lin Yun reached out with his right hand and snatched the sword from the turbaned man's hand. Then, he raised the sword again and dropped it neatly.
At the same moment, Lin Yun clenched his fist with his left hand and punched backwards, directly knocking the Scar disciple's body away and causing him to vomit blood while flying backwards.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Yun was unable to dodge the attacks from two other men in turbans.
And when the attacks of these two figures landed behind them, they dissipated instantly like stones falling into the water.
The entire battlefield was silent, and now one could clearly hear the heartbeat of everyone.
Everyone had expressions of disbelief on their faces, looking at Lin Yun in shock.
I saw that what Lin Yun was holding in his right hand was the sword that the man in the turban held previously.
And this sword has now penetrated the chest of the turbaned man and penetrated his heart.
As for Scar's disciple, he was like a soft sponge, lying two hundred meters away, bleeding from all his orifices, and all the meridians in his body were severed.
Just, just a palm!
The turbaned man looked at the sword on his chest in disbelief. He had calculated everything, but he never expected that one day, he would die in the hands of his own weapon.
"Why...why do you know where my entity is?" The turbaned man used his last breath and asked the thing he couldn't understand the most.
His martial soul can create two clones for him, which are also controlled by him. This can be used to confuse the opponent, so that his true body can launch a surprise attack.
Logically speaking, the breath and everything between him and the two clones were exactly the same. He didn't understand why Lin Yun could see through all of this.
"Very weak." However, Lin Yun did not bother to answer his question. In front of his spiritual consciousness, such a clone still seemed too immature.
And these two disciples of the Sword Sect are also very immature.
Although Lin Yun's current state is only at the level of the fourth-level Martial Queen, his real strength in normal conditions can already match that of the ninth-level Martial King.
As for the normal state here, this is a state where the Demonic Core Crystal is not used, no martial soul is activated, no bloodline power is used, and the Demon-Slaying Sword and the Blood Evil Spiral Dart are not used.
The "strength" here does not include Lin Yun's defensive power, because Lin Yun has now cultivated the "Immortal Divine Body" to the final stage. He himself can already defeat the Martial Saint without using any defensive means under normal conditions.
Unscathed by the attack.
This scarred man is only a sixth-level Martial Emperor, so it is normal for him to be unable to catch Lin Yun's palm.
Greenhouse flowers like this have never experienced a life-and-death battle, even if they are at a high level and enter the battlefield, they will only die.
After hearing Lin Yun's words, the turbaned man's eyes widened and he spurted out a large amount of blood. He fell on his back and died here.
Lin Yun pulled out the sword from his chest, and then with a wave of his hand, the sword penetrated the sky, and without any bias, it was inserted into the head of the Scar disciple two hundred meters away.
All this happened in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, time seems to have stopped.
The bald boy, Xia Houxuan, and Qing Yi all held their breaths and looked at this scene with dull eyes.
The time between the sudden death of the turbaned man and the death of the Scar disciple was less than two seconds.
Within two seconds, Lin Yun killed two sixth-level Martial Emperors.
Is this still the fourth-level Martial Emperor they know?
Although Qingyi and Xia Houxuan were ready to accept Lin Yun's power, they never expected that Lin Yun could be so powerful, which was shocking!
It wasn't until a few seconds passed that Xia Houxuan reacted and couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Qing Yi also shuddered. Only now did he understand that Lin Yun was just playing tricks on the enemy from the very beginning of the battle.
With Lin Yun's current strength, it would be too easy to kill these enemies.