When the silver spear was held in Leng Auroran's hand, the crimson turned into a blood-red color, and the crescent moon was hidden in the blood, like a beauty with red makeup on the table.
Strange, ghostly, terrifying.
Under such night, Lin Yun stood in the void, wearing a silver moon mask on his face. His body was filled with silver light, and his long silver hair was scattering, much longer than usual black hair.
Wow!
The silver hair rose slightly in the wind, and Lin Yun held the purple jade bamboo flute in his hand and fell on a broken ruin.
Burial of the Flower Boy!
Leng arrogantly stared at the other party, with strange blood flashing in his eyes and a smile on his lips. His appearance seemed very strange under the moonlight, as if he could twist people's hearts at any time.
A look can make people fall into the Shura purgatory environment, fall into it forever, and fall into madness.
"I saw my Xuantian heavy armor and knew that the holy soldiers fell in my hands. You dared to appear, which was really beyond my expectations." Leng Aoran smiled evilly and looked at Lin Yun unscrupulously.
When he had fought with Yan Teng and the other two before, he vaguely noticed that there was a gaze in the distance.
Leng Aoran didn't care, especially after getting the holy soldiers, he didn't care even more.
It would be fine if the other party didn't show up, but if it appeared, it would be a death sentence.
Burial of the Flower Boy?
Haha, just seeking death!
"Let's take action."
Lin Yun looked at the hole on his shoulder, blood was still flowing, and the man was not injured lightly. If he was in the peak state and held the holy weapon in his hand, Lin Yun would still be a little afraid.
But that's all. Now that I'm injured and know all the trump card, I have nothing to be afraid of.
"You guy, you really don't cry until you see the coffin. I'll see who it is under your mask!"
Leng Aurorang smiled and took a step forward.
His speed was very fast and disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly, but as soon as he took a step, the sound of the flute sounded immediately, and a purple kite flower bloomed as if it appeared out of thin air.
clang!
Leng Aoran waved the silver spear in his hand and shattered the flying purple furnish flowers, but he was forced to form a body.
clang! clang! clang! clang!
Before he could react, the continuous sound of flute sounds accompanied by the intent of Tongtian swords, kept ringing under Lin Yun's blow.
At the same time, Lin Yun's eyes closed, his blue shirt began to stir, and purple kite flowers burst out from his body.
After a while, snow fell all over the sky.
The sound of the flute is like a raindrop, visible throughout the sky, and the sound of the flute is like an endless sea of flowers, blooming with fragrance of flowers, and can be heard everywhere, and it also looks like a beauty like the moon, leaving the world independent, and it is fascinating.
The sound of this flute can be seen, heard, imagined, and the eternal sky, the wind and moon are all in the boundless wind and snow.
Majestic vision, magnificent and magnificent!
The face of the Thunder Demon Sword immediately became ugly. He wanted to kill him, but directly suppressed the other party with the silver spear in his hand and took off Lin Yun's mask.
But unexpectedly, after taking one step, he was knocked back by the flute sound.
Dangdangdangdangdangdang!
The silver spear in his hand was dazzled by his wielding eyes, purple kite flowers were shattered, and wisps of sword light were blasted.
But he couldn't get close to half a step, but instead, under Xiao Yin's forced, he retreated step by step.
laugh!
A petal flew away, the Thunder Demon Sword did not avoid it in time, and the cheek was stabbed with blood marks.
"Never end!"
Anger flashed in Leng Aaron's eyes, and he waved his hand and poured Xingyuan into the holy soldiers in his hand.
boom!
In an instant, hundreds of holy patterns bloomed, and a violent pressure suddenly arose. The holy soldiers were much stronger than Yanteng in his hands.
Kick!
I saw countless petals shattering in the void. He held a silver spear and drove straight into the wind and snow and petals all over the sky.
boom!
Lin Yun's long hair flew instantly, the sharp edge of his body bloomed, and the pleasant sound of the flute turned into a shocking long tone.
It was like a waterfall that was swept backwards in the wind and soaring into the sky. At the same time, his sword intent of Tongtian continued to soar, from Tongtian to Tongtian’s small success, to Tongtian’s great success, and then to Tongtian’s peak perfection.
Buzz!
The elongated flute sound made an extremely sharp sound, like a phoenix sound, reaching its peak at the same time as the Tongtian sword intent.
The silver spear that drove straight in was blocked by a strange phenomenon that evolved from sound waves and sword intent when it was two feet away from Lin Yun.
The tip of the gun is dazzling, with thunder and lightning like blood, dazzling.
But no matter how hard the Thunder Sword Demon exerts force, he can never break it in the face of such a powerful vision.
boom!
On the ruins, Lin Yun's eyes closed suddenly opened at this moment.
In an instant, Lin Yun's sharp flute sound suddenly became gentle. It turned into a wind dragon, turning among the clouds, turning faster and faster, sweeping the bloody night.
Wow!
The clouds clear and the mist dissipates, and the stars fall in the sky.
Lin Yun was wearing a silver robe and covered with starlight falling from the sky. His fingers kept twitching. This purple kite flying song was so unimaginable that it was, and the starlight falling on him seemed to be twisted.
Sword shadows burst out from his body, and a sword formation was formed in the blink of an eye.
The Zi Yuan Sword Formation is unparalleled!
The sword shadows formed a formation, and Lin Yunren rose into the sky on the ruins, carrying the boundless sword intent, wrapped in the sky with the starry light, and rushed forward as the snowflakes flew.
The face of the Thunder Demon Sword changed drastically. He put away the holy gun and waved his hand to replace it with the sword he had used before.
He was not comfortable with using a gun instead of a sword.
The sword light is in his hands
When you wave it, you can clearly see that every sword light of his body turned into a blood-electric dragon. The dragon was like a magic whip that was hundreds of feet long, constantly slapped the sword formation.
But the sword formation is like a mountain, and there is no flaw in the blessing of Tongtian sword intent and Xiaoyin.
The figure of the Thunder Demon Sword was constantly forced back by Lin Yun in full view of everyone.
"Nine Dragons Breaking the Sky!"
Leng Aurantan was extremely aggrieved and completely angry. He swung his sword and the sea of blood was filled with air. In the vast sea of blood, nine dragon shadows broke through the sea and roared towards the Zi Yuan sword formation.
At this moment, the world was dyed bloody, and everyone felt the madness of the Thunder Demon Sword.
Lin Yun was afraid at all. He suddenly became heavy like a storm and rain. Every sound of flute sound was like a mountain rising from the ground, as if the sky collapsed and the earth was sinking, making people's eardrums tremble and dizzy.
Zi Yuan Sword Formation, reverse!
Nine turns to one, the phoenix sings up to the sun!
The majestic sword formation reversed with a bang, and Lin Yun's already terrifying sword intent became more and more terrifying in the reversal. After the Nine Turns, he reached the terrifying sword intent close to the fourth grade.
Rumble!
The nine blood dragons flying over slapped on the reversed sword formation, and burst into dazzling light with the void.
Too scary!
Everyone was stunned to see all this, and they never expected that a person could push the Thunder Demon Sword to such an extent with just one flute.
clang!
Amid the dazzling and chaotic light, a phoenix sounded, and a rising sun rose behind Lin Yun.
Under the illumination of the rising sun, the blood light in the sky was dispersed, and Lin Yun walked out of the sun. He was handsome and handsome, with extraordinary weapons, like a god, shining.
Puchi!
The nine cold and arrogant blood-colored dragons were completely crushed by the sword formation, and they were spit out with blood, and they didn't have time to take a breath. There was an ice phoenix covered in the sword formation, swooping towards him.
The sound of the flute is slowly and endless, covering the ice phoenix spreading its wings with a layer of holy light.
Bang!
The Thunder Demon Sword flew out in the sky, and the whole person fell into the distance like a kite with broken strings.
Huh!
Deep in the forest clouds, the sound of flutes sounded into my ears, resounding through the world, as if colorful clouds were chasing the moon, leaving in the sky.
"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"
Just as everyone felt that the shaking Thunder Demon Sword would surely die, a terrible edge suddenly burst out on his body. A layer of black armor exuded a metallic luster, shining on the galaxy in the sky, and his body was extremely powerful. After all, the star realm.
Xuantian treasure mimic!
Everyone looked a little stunned, and suddenly remembered that this person was still a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and the strongest trump card was not used.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
The Thunder Demon Sword relied on Xuantian heavy armor and rushed over with Xiao Yin. His eyes were red and his whole body was trapped in a devil's madness.
Click!
The Xuantian heavy armor on his body was approaching, and a vague crack exploded. But in the end, he rushed into the Zi Yuan sword formation, and the speed of the heavy armor rupture continued to accelerate, Leng Aaron ignored the slightest.
"Burning Flower Master, your death is here!"
Leng Ao Ran smiled grimly, and before he could finish his words, the sword light stabbed out.
He was very accurate. Lin Yun's purple kite flying song has come to an end. As long as he supports the most dangerous sword formation and kills the opponent near, he can solve the opponent with one sword.
Under the gaze of everyone, his sword stabbed Lin Yun directly into the heart, and countless screams of exclamations immediately sounded on the ground.
But Leng Aoran was immediately surprised to find that there were many holy patterns wrapped around the other party's heart, and his killing sword could never pierce through it.
Just as he was about to retreat, Lin Yun put down the flute and pointed it out.
One leaf, one Bodhi, one flower, one world!
The seven-layered sea of flowers bloomed and overlapped behind Lin Yun. When he pointed out, the majestic sword light penetrated like a dragon.
Puchi!
The Xuantian heavy armor on Leng Aoran's body collapsed instantly, with a terrifying hole in his body, and his whole body was directly bombarded.
His face was so pale that he could not imagine, and his breath was unprecedentedly weak. After landing, he did not dare to stay for a while and ran away wildly with his remaining body.
puff!
A bloodstained from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and slowly fell from the air. With the protection of the Silver Moon Mask, a sword failed to pierce his heart.
But he was also injured, but he was not as serious as Leng Auroran, and he still had the power to fight.
"Lin Yun, are you okay?" Xiao Bingfeng asked nervously in the sword box.
Lin Yun said lightly: "Don't worry, if you go after the Thunder Demon Sword, he can't run too far."
"Someone is chasing me."
"Don't worry, I know who it is, go chase after someone first."
"oh."
Lin Yun turned around, his body turned in the void, and in the blink of an eye, he fell cross-legged onto a huge rock.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Soon, three figures appeared first in his vision. Yanteng, Xuan Fei, and Lei Lan rushed over with their own disciples from the three sects with bad expressions and murderous aura.
Seeing Lin Yun sitting cross-legged and seeing the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, Yanteng's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.
This guy is indeed injured!
I knew that the cold and arrogant death-taking sword just now would definitely not be able to go so easily.
"Young Master Burial, I didn't expect it!" Yan Teng's mouth smiled, and a smug look flashed in his eyes. So what if you force the Thunder Demon Sword away, it will eventually fall into my hands.
He is now forced into a desperate situation, and the holy soldier was stolen by the Thunder Demon Sword and is a dog for the other party in public.
Returning to the Xuanwang Palace is a dead end, but if you take the head of the Huayou Duke back, the eldest brother may be able to spare his life.
"He has killed many evil cultivators in the past month, and his wealth is unimaginable!" Xuan Fei's eyes flashed with greed and licked his dry tongue and lips.
Lei Lan's eyes were burning and she said coldly: "Haha, this mask on his face is probably a holy weapon!"
Holy artifact!
Yan Teng's eyes instantly became hot. If they could be brought back, they would probably offset the loss of the sacred soldiers being seized.
"Kill him!"
Yanteng ordered the disciples of the Xuanwang Palace behind him, and Xuan Fei and Lei Lan gave the same order.
The three of them were seriously injured. Even though Lin Yun was assassinated, he had no power to fight and still did not dare to take too much risk.
Swish! Swish!
The eyes of the disciples of the three sects behind immediately fell on Lin Yun, and the murderous intent surged in his eyes, but he was a little afraid.
After a battle just now, the Burial Flower Prince was shocked in their eyes.
"Are you sure you are willing to work for him?"
Lin Yun's tone did not fluctuate, his eyes swept over and asked calmly.
"Kill him and divide the treasures equally!" Yanteng said with a cold look and gritted his teeth.
Huh!
A group of people suddenly stopped hesitating. The disciples of these three sects were not very good. On that day, the Qiu family hall also ridiculed and mocked Lin Yun in all kinds of ways.
At present, when I heard Yanteng’s treasures split, I soared into the air one by one, and there was no hesitation at all.
court death!
A cold look flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and the purple jade divine bamboo flute was placed beside his lips, and the sound of the flute sounded instantly.
He played the sword!
One sword cuts the floating clouds, and one sword cuts the nine heavens.
One sword swept the eight wildernesses, and one sword shook the four seas.
Floating clouds and nine heavens, eight desolates and four seas!
The sound of the flute is like a wave, one wave is higher than the other, and the storm is strong, and the waves soar into the sky. The storm comes quickly and goes quickly. The short and violent sound of the flute shakes the sky, and lightning breaks through the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The disciples of the three sects who flew over, had just flew into the air and were shaken by Xiao Yin in the air.
Blood splattered everywhere, and everyone bloomed like fireworks, and the picture was sad and cruel.
Yan Teng and the other two looked pale. Seeing the horrifying scene in front of them, they felt their legs and feet weak and their bodies were trembling.
Is this the strength of the burial flower dude?
Is this the pressure that the Thunder Demon Sword is facing just now?
Thinking about it this way, the Thunder Demon Sword could last for so long and almost stab Lin Yun to death with one sword. His strength was even more terrifying than the three of them imagined.
But the person in front of him is even more terrifying!
On the huge rock, Lin Yun suddenly stood up and looked at the three of them with cold eyes. The three of them were shaking the aftermath of the flute sound, and blood kept overflowing from their mouths, and the sound of the domineering sword seemed to be echoing in their ears.
"Do you really think I was so hurt that I didn't even have the power to fight? I'm going to be you!" Lin Yun said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.
Yanteng said in horror: "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Have you forgotten so soon?"
Lin Yun laughed and took off the mask from his face. The handsome and handsome face immediately presented it to the three of them.
Lin Yun!
The Burial Flower Master was just Lin Yun from the Tianpo Realm. The three of them were so shocked that their chins almost fell off.
How is this possible?
Lin Yun tied the purple jade bamboo flute around his waist, flashed and came to the three of them, staring at Yan Teng, making the latter feel unimaginable fear.
He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but his legs trembled and he was not in control.
"Since your legs are not easy to stand, don't ask for them!"
Lin Yun called out the burial flower, the sword light flashed, Yan Teng's knee was instantly shattered, and he knelt down with a plop.
"Lin Yun, you are looking for death!" Yan Teng was heart-wrenching in pain. He glared at Lin Yun fiercely and said angrily: "You bastard, if you dare to kill me, the Fuyun Sword Sect will be devastated!"
"You like to be arrogant, so you shouldn't want it!"
Lin Yun slashed another sword, and Yan Teng's eyes were wiped out in an instant, and blood kept gushing out of his eyes.
"My eyes!"
Yanteng panicked in pain, he covered his eyes with his hands and kept trembling.
"Since you like to bully others, it's better not to do it!"
Lin Yun waved two swords, the sword light flashed, and blood was like a spring, and Yanteng's arms immediately flew out.
"No! No! No!"
Yan Teng roared in despair. He felt so regretful that he had no idea that a Tianpo, who was humiliated two days ago, would be revenge in such a cruel way two days later.
"Burn my demon pet and insult my dignity. You can get rid of your head. Don't be a human being in the next life!"
Lin Yun flew over with a sword, and Yan Teng's head flew out alone.
Dead silence!
Xuan Fei and Lei Lan had been scared to death. They watched all this in a daze, and opened their mouths and couldn't make a sound no matter what.
What kind of existence did they provoke?
thump!
The two of them knelt down and said tremblingly: "Lin...Lin Yun, he is the mastermind, Yan Teng... is the mastermind, and we really never thought of being an enemy of you."
"I am the most fair person. You both gave me a palm, and I will give you a sword at night."
Before the two of them could finish their words begging for mercy, Lin Yun swung his sword and put his sword back into the sheath.
clang!
Blood suddenly splattered around the two of them. They tried hard to cover their necks, but they could not stop the blood that kept gushing out.
Lin Yun wore a mask and his silver hair was radiating in the wind.
In the eyes of other disciples of the sects who came, he was playing the flute, wearing the moonlight, playing tunes that no one could understand, singing with his sword, and walking away with the clouds.
A heartbreaking song is heartbroken, where can I find a soulmate in the world?
A chaotic world is a world of chaos, so we are not a thing in the pond. This sword body is extraordinary!
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