Three hundred and sixtieth chapters one sword thing
Chapter 363
Lin Yun suddenly appeared, surprised the two disciples of the Demon Flame Sect's eyes flashed, but he only had the early stage of the eighth level of Xuanwu.
The expression in his eyes immediately became arrogant and he snorted coldly: "The people from Lingxiao Jian Pavilion dare to do anything about our Demon Flame Sect."
"Get out quickly if you know the fun, otherwise you will break every inch of your bones, and then use the fire of the demon to burn every piece of your skin, so that you can taste all the torture methods of my Demon Flame Sect."
The two of them showed disdain, stared at Lin Yun, and smiled coldly.
The young man in gray-clothed clothes with a ninth level of Xuanwu in the rear had an unhappiness flashed in his eyes and said lightly: "A disciple of Lingxiao Jian Pavilion will kill him if he kills him. Why do you do so much nonsense? Just do it directly."
"Very good, I don't like nonsense."
Lin Yun's eyes had a sharp look, and half a step of the innate sword intent suddenly exploded in an instant.
The fallen leaves on the ground rose into the air for no reason, like sharp blades, whistling constantly. Under the flaunting sword intent and the wind storming, Lin Yun waved his hand and drew his sword out of the sheath. A sword light that could not be described in words,
It suddenly blooms among the fallen leaves all over the sky.
It was like the bright moon in the sky falling on Lin Yun, and it seemed that he was already a bright moon, now the dust was gone, illuminating thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers were like picturesque, and there was an ever-dispersed passion and passion in the painting.
Water Moon Sword Technique, the Light of the Bright Moon!
Under the sword light that was comparable to the bright moonlight, the two disciples of the Demon Flame Sect were so scared that their faces were pale on the spot. Without any time to react, under the light of the bright moonlight, they turned into blood mist on the spot and screamed in terrible ways.
It's too late to send it out.
The young man in gray clothes, a look of extreme surprise flashed in his eyes, and in a hurry, he quickly condensed his true energy to resist the sword light.
But the sword light roared away, with a dignified and upright, and the vast light shone with the moon. In an instant, it shook him away, and the condensed body-protecting true energy was crushed into powder by the sword light, and blood stains were overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
"hateful……"
The young man in gray stood up, furious, rushed towards Lin Yun quickly.
Well!
Only then did he barely take three steps, seven or eight sword lights burst out from inside to outside, his eyes wide open, and he fell unwillingly as the blood splattered.
Ling Yan, who is a fellow disciple, can block his bright moonlight and immortal, which does not mean that others can do it.
What's more, Lin Yun is no longer the Lin Yun who fought against Ling Yan that day. His strength is more than twice as powerful.
He took his sword back to the sheath and hid it in the dark to seal the wilderness. Seeing this scene, he was extremely shocked.
He could also kill the three people from the Demon Flame Sect, but Xiang Lin Yun raised his hand and crushed them without mercy. He asked himself that he could not do it.
With a moment of thought, he immediately lost his plan to fight Lin Yun. It would be better not to mess with this person.
Thinking of this, Feng Ye's face filled with smiles, he got up and jumped to Lin Yun, and said, "Boy, what are you going to do with this woman?"
Lin Yun turned around and saw Liu Yue, who was not covered in clothes, looking at him in panic.
There was a look in his eyes, a little astonishment, and a little disbelief.
call!
On the storage bag, Lin Yun threw out a coat to cover him.
"Go."
Turn around and pull Feng Ye and leave straight away.
"Boy, why are you pulling me to do? The uncle hasn't seen enough yet..."
Feng Ye had a pair of eyes, and he was roaring around Liu Yue, and was pulled away by Lin Yun and shouted in dissatisfaction.
Liu Yue stood up and grabbed Lin Yun's coat thrown by him, with a complicated expression, and after a while, she shouted: "Lin Yun!"
"What's the matter?"
Lin Yun paused slightly and did not turn around.
"Thank you."
The three simple words are extremely complicated for Liu Yue, and they are even a little difficult to say.
"What is the thanks for a sword?"
Lin Yun waved his hand and continued to walk forward.
Although Liu Yue and him had some grudges, they were a woman. When they encountered such a thing, they should stand up immediately and not hesitate.
Then, then
When a man is in the world, the word "open" is the most important thing. A slut can kill him.
Liu Yue behind her, hearing this, her face was slightly stunned, a sword.
Or, many humiliation and grudges that seem to be huge in his opinion are nothing more than a sword.
I feel sorry for myself, but I can't get entangled and hold an unforgettable grudge.
But she didn't expect that when she was most desperate and helpless, she would have rescued her like she could never have imagined.
A few days later, the distance from the black lotus light column became closer and closer. The number of disciples of the sects I met on the road gradually increased, and everyone was wary of each other and had no intention of taking action.
He seemed very cautious, and obviously he was unwilling to have conflicts before the opening of the Black Lotus Palace and wasting energy.
It would undoubtedly be extremely stupid if the temple was opened and dragged in with a seriously injured body.
After getting closer, I found that this black beam of light was shrouded on a vast cold lake. The lake surface was unremitting, the water waves were not alarming, and it was a little scary.
Under the shroud of light, you can only see the outline of a throne and see any details.
!!
Seeing that in two days, a group of people rushed towards Lin Yun and Fengye.
After getting closer, I realized that they were all not disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect. Like Feng Ye, they looked rough and were burly and stubborn.
Feng Ye grinned and said, "My disciples from the Hundred Beasts Sect are indeed powerful. None of them died in this secret realm of Demon Lotus."
The Demon Lotus Secret Realm has a very high mortality rate. I don’t know how many sects have all been wiped out, and no one of them died.
It is indeed not easy to keep all the members intact.
"Senior brother, who is this kid?"
Several disciples from the Hundred Beast Sect greeted Feng Ye excitedly, and their eyes fell on Lin Yun in confusion.
A light flashed in Feng Ye's eyes and he smiled and said, "This is the senior brother, the newly acquired younger brother."
"Tsk tsk, senior brother, you have no idea what you think. It doesn't seem that your strength is good?"
"It's really not that good. I'm just at the early stage of the eighth level of Xuanwu. What's your name? Let me tell us."
Several people looked at Lin Yun carelessly and unscrupulously.
Feng Ye saw Lin Yun's face with a smile on his face, and quickly stopped him, looking at Lin Yun, "You kid, hurry up, Black Lotus Palace, it's best not to meet me."
He was looted by Lin Yun, and he felt a little unhappy after all.
At the moment when the same sects gathered, they thought of the scene where Lin Yun killed three disciples of the Demon Flame Sect with one sword, and he was still a little upset and did not dare to act rashly.
Lin Yun looked at Feng Ye with a deep meaning, smiled indifferently, and turned around and left.
Feng Ye was quite tactful and didn't attack him, otherwise he would have to start a big killing.
At present, the Black Lotus Palace is surrounded by leaders. The brothers of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion are probably also nearby, so they just happened to take this opportunity to meet with them.
By the vast Heilian Lake, disciples from various sects were raising their energy, waiting for the black light to dissipate and the treasure palace appeared.
Even if there were any grudges between each other, they were temporarily patient and did not take action.
But there was still a fight on the shore that was happening fiercely, attracting attention from all parties and watching with interest.
Three disciples wearing Hunyuan Sect costumes besieged one, with their fists storming and sword shadows scattered.
The person surrounded was extremely good at sword skills, and his sword was extremely sharp. He had a hand of burning sun sword technique, and his voice was amazing. The sword light bursting all over his body was like the scorching sun, and the sword light condensed, dazzling and dazzling.
Even if it is placed in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm where masters are like clouds, this kind of strength is enough to run rampant Wuji and kill all directions.
Unfortunately... the three people who beat him up were equally amazing.
They are all core disciples of the Hunyuan Sect, and their cultivation is the ninth level of Xuanwu. Their qi and blood are churning, like an ancient beast, and the fist light explodes, like an ancient war cauldron colliding violently.
With three to one, the advantages are very obvious.
"Hehe, he is a disciple of Hunyuan Sect and Lingxiao Jian Pavilion..."
"These two sects are really dead
Head, the Black Lotus Palace is about to open, and after meeting, we still have to fight."
"The swordsman seems to be Chen Xuanjun from Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. This sword technique in the hands of the Yang sword is probably already complete."
"But it's still hard to escape death. The Hunyuan Sect can't survive in a group fight."
The disciples of many sects were happy to see the two core masters fighting each other. It would be best if both sides were injured and died together, so that the opening of the temple would invisibly lose several competitors.
"Zhang Yan, Zhao Quan, Xiao Ming, are you all the people from Hunyuan Sect so despicable? You like to fight less so much, and have the ability to have one-on-one with me!"
Chen Xuanjun's face was gloomy and shouted coldly.
"Hehe, Chen Xuanjun, don't talk too much. What morals do you need to talk about when dealing with the people from Lingxiao Jian Pavilion?"
"One-on-one? Chen Xuanjun, what you think is pretty."
"Don't blame me for being ruthless, blame you for being too ruthless, blame yourself for not being good at learning!"
The three core disciples of the Hunyuan Sect showed disdain and ignored Chen Xuanjun's provocation at all, and did not fall for him.
Why bother one-on-one if you can solve the problem of siege? Wouldn’t it be a big loss if you die under the other party’s sword?
The three of them calculated this transaction quite clearly.
"Burning Yang Sword, the Light of the Great Sun!"
Facing these three, the core disciples of Hunyuan Sect who were only slightly inferior to their own strength, Chen Xuanjun moved his true energy to the extreme. The vast sword momentum condensed around him, and a dazzling sword light burst out like the sun, and the sword light was surging.
, it feels like a great sun suppressing it.
A surprise flashed in Zhang Yan and the other two's eyes. Obviously, they didn't expect that Chen Xuanjun's strength was so strong.
However, they were not panicked, and they sneered and stood together.
When the sword light was about to fall, the ancient dragon and elephant power filled the whole body, and at the same time it started to roar.
The flames of the flames burn!
The three of them were filled with the power of dragon elephants, burning without warning, condensing into a vast sea of clouds. The powerful fist power was like an angry and violent flame, burning endlessly and boiling.
When the three of them soared into the air, they actually evolved into the galloping force of dragon and horses, and rushed straight to the dazzling sword light.
Bang Bang!
The violent fist light hit the sword light, shaking the sky and burst into pieces. A few cracks appeared in the bright sword force, and gradually cracked.
Click!
After a moment, the sword light shattered, Chen Xuanjun spit out blood and was shocked.
With one's own strength and true energy competition, the gap is too big after all.
Even though his sword skills are amazing, there is nothing to do to make up for it, and he is unable to make up for it.
Zhang Yan and the other two looked cold, and their eyes were filled with coldness: "Chen Xuanjun, you are unlucky today. If you didn't meet Lin Yun, you can only take surgery on you first. Don't worry, when you die, your junior brothers and sisters will go down to give it to you.
Be with you.”
"Don't think about it!"
Chen Xuanjun was furious, but as soon as he got up, he punched him again, and his ribs were broken.
"Go to die!"
A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Yan soared into the air and wanted to punch another time.
Surlock!
Just in the midst of the lightning, a long sword pierced through the air and turned into a terrifying geese and fell.
Alas!
Zhang Yan's fist light hit the sword, and the vast sword intent rushed him to the point of shock.
Clamp!
The sword ended half an inch into the ground, and the sword body kept trembling. The sharp and deafening sound of the sword sound continued to echo everywhere.
"What a strong sword!"
Not only the three people from the Hunyuan Sect, but also the disciples of other nearby sects, heard the sound of swords that kept ringing, and their eyes were shocked.
Who is it?
The few people quickly looked up and saw a young man wearing a long robe and carrying a sword box slowly walking under the dim sky.
The young man raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. On the wasteland where the yellow sand was endless, there seemed to be a rising sun, rising like fire.