This large waterfall is not an ordinary waterfall, but a liquid made of solidified immortal energy, which is the so-called liquid immortal energy.
Tens of thousands of sword energy stirred up a large amount of water splash when they touched this waterfall, but all the terrifying power was washed away by this huge waterfall.
Lin Yun was still high in the sky, and when he was about to take action, the waterfall suddenly seemed to have a life of its own, bursting out hundreds of tiny water columns.
These water columns moved extremely fast in the air, entangling Lin Yun in an instant.
"Ha! You've been hit by my "water restraint", do you still want to escape?" Jian Yu slowly walked out from behind the waterfall and looked at Lin Yun with a proud look on his face.
"Really?" Lin Yun's voice suddenly sounded. However, this voice did not come from the tied up Lin Yun, but from behind Jian Yu.
"I'm careless!" Jian Yu gritted his teeth. Within his field of vision, he saw Lin Yun, who was bound by his "Water Bound", turned into an endless stream of light. It was just a shadow!
This is not because Lin Yun is much faster than him, but because "Rain Waterfall" can block Lin Yun's sight, it can also block his sight.
Lin Yun has already predicted his next move in advance!
A ray of sword energy penetrated the sky, and the hair on Jian Yu's body exploded. Feeling a fatal threat, he suddenly turned around and wanted to resist, but he couldn't react at all.
Blood mist shot up from his shoulder, and with a groan from the sword rain, Lin Yun had already killed him.
Bang bang bang——!
The sound of violent explosions rang out one after another, and the whole courtyard was filled with wind and clouds. Lin Yun's sword was more powerful than the other. Every time he slashed with the sword, the sword rain had to be done with all his strength.
In a short period of time, these two men had already wielded thousands of swords.
The sonorous and violent sounds of gold and iron clashing sounded one after another, like thunder on a dry day, which captured the heart and soul.
Outside the small courtyard, screams, wails, and calls to kill could be heard endlessly, and heads kept rolling down, accompanied by fierce collisions.
In an instant, there were piles of corpses left at the entrance of the small courtyard.
A large amount of water continuously overflows from the small courtyard and mixes with the blood on the ground. This is a real river of blood!
In a short period of time, the ground was littered with mutilated limbs, thousands of heads, and the bodies of the elite soldiers of the Sanctuary Alliance, one after another.
This sight shocked the group of soldiers. Everyone shuddered and looked at the three bloody men not far away in shock.
"It's such a happy life, who dares to come again!" Ye Shenghui's face was ferocious, and his whole body was covered in blood. Of course, most of the blood came from the soldiers he killed.
This loud roar shocked the elite soldiers of the Holy Alliance to change their colors and they couldn't help but take a step back. Even the ten martial saints were frightened when they saw Ye Shenghui like this.
Ye Shenghui, Alchemist Murong and Yasuo were all fighting with all their might, regardless of their own lives or deaths.
The benefits of this were very obvious. Even though there were only three of them, they still frightened the tens of thousands of troops.
However, fighting like this will also consume a lot of money on themselves.
After fighting in a short period of time, the three of them were already out of breath and somewhat exhausted.
"I won't be able to hold on if I continue like this." Yasuo groaned, his arms dripping with blood, and he almost didn't have the strength to hold onto the Purple Flame Demon Sword.
Compared to Alchemist Murong and Ye Shenghui, he is just a Martial Emperor. Although he is protected by these two Martial Saints, there will inevitably be times when he is unable to do what he wants.
"Murong, how long do you have to wait?" Ye Shenghui asked.
Alchemist Murong glanced at him and said helplessly: "It still needs some time."
Although there was no explanation, the three of them knew each other well.
Just now, Alchemist Murong and Lin Yun looked at each other and smiled before the battle. They both knew what that smile meant.
This is the last big mountain blocking them from returning home. As long as the mountain is knocked down, they can all survive.
"Get them!" Finally at a certain moment, these ten martial saints took action together.
They are not weak, there are five second-level Martial Saints, five first-level Martial Saints, and 30,000 elite soldiers to help out.
At this moment, both the soldiers and the martial saints were firing on all cylinders, with all kinds of energy fluctuations flying around, killing the three alchemists Murong at the same time.
Murong stood up first. With the "Holy Beast Body" activated, his strength had surpassed that of a third-level martial saint.
The sharp claws of the Eight-clawed Huoli waved, and the air instantly burned, rolling up thousands of phantoms of sharp claws.
The first-level Martial Saint who rushed at the front was immediately hit by the sharp claw shadow. His entire chest was torn open and blood flew out.
Ye Shenghui formed a seal with his hands and used trace elements to create hundreds of daggers, flying and slashing at the group of soldiers.
However, even though they were powerful, they could not withstand so many strong men. In the blink of an eye, they were overwhelmed by the sea of people.
Lin Yun, who was fighting in the small courtyard, was also anxious. Although Jian Yu was not as strong as him, he was still an eighth-level martial saint after all. He could no longer activate the Shura form, so he could not defeat Jian Yu in a short time.
For them now, time is the most precious thing.
They must leave the Sanctuary Alliance before the battle on Lord's Peak ends.
Unfortunately, in the "Mantle Prison", Lin Yun had to activate his Shura form in order to deal with Qiu Cao.
Otherwise, now that he has three forms activated, he will definitely be able to kill Jian Yu in a short time.
"You can't escape, the sect masters will be here soon!" Jian Yu wiped off his own blood and said coldly: "Even if I can't defeat you, as long as I hold you back, you will definitely die!"
Jian Yu stood on a huge rock and looked in all directions.
As Jian Yu said, as long as a martial master-level sect leader arrives, he may really die here.
Twelve sect leaders, one is stronger than the other.
Even if he forcibly activates the fifth form of the Demonic Core Crystal, how many sect leaders can he deal with?
The worst outcome is that he is forced to use the Ancient Demon God. If that moment comes, whether he can leave the Holy Alliance or not, once his identity as the "Eternal Martial Emperor" is exposed, there may no longer be a place for him in the entire Divine Domain.
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Thinking of this, Lin Yun stopped thinking about it.
In any case, the most important thing is to resolve Jianyu as soon as possible.
The World-Destroying Divine Sword Technique—The Third Form!
Lin Yun waved one hand, and the Netherworld Holy Sword disappeared instantly, leaving only countless fleeting afterimages, criss-crossing around his body to form a dense network of swords.
The sword net was overwhelming and headed directly towards the sword rain.
Jian Yu knew very well how powerful Lin Yun was, so he never tried to challenge him. Instead, he increased his speed to the extreme and tried his best to avoid Lin Yun's attack.
While Jian Yu was retreating, Lin Yun took a big step forward, and his figure was as fast as lightning, shooting towards Jian Yu.
Jian Yu was not surprised by all this. He was well aware of Lin Yun's urgency, so he immediately placed his right hand on his left hand and pointed his palm at Lin Yun.
Water cannon!
With a dull and violent sound, a large water cannon shot directly from Jian Yu's palm.