Mu Xiuhan and the other two stood side by side, saw Lin Yun who was moving forward in the wind and snow.
A faint sarcasm emanated from the corners of his mouth, and he kept sneering.
But not long after, they couldn't laugh, on the white earth. The young man in blue appeared in his sight with his sword, clearly clearly and clearly approached in the wind and snow, but in the perception of the three
Gradually blurring.
His sword force dispersed quietly like a cloud, floating in a vague manner.
"Absent?"
Suddenly, the young man in green in the snow disappeared from the sight of the three of them.
The faces of the few people changed drastically, they were secretly alert, and their eyes were searching around.
clang!
The sword roared, and a purple sword light appeared out of nowhere and landed behind Bai Yue without warning.
Bai Yue didn't worry about it, and drew his sword out of the sheath, trying to block the sword.
Rumble!
The moment the sword blades were intersecting, the true energy was shaken. Bai Yue was shocked by a sword without any defense. His palm was numb, and he vaguely held the sword in his hand.
"Damn it, what power is this!"
A strange color flashed in Bai Yue's eyes. He had obviously been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu, but in terms of true essence and sword intent, he was better than the other party.
The two are superimposed, and the power of a sword is also created, but it creates a huge gap.
Lin Yun, who shook the other party, did not chase him deeply. He seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around and stabbed him with a sword. The tip of the sword was cold and shining like a little starlight.
The overwhelming cold air surged from the tip of the sword, Jing Jue who was preparing to attack from behind.
It looked like he was taking the initiative and rushing towards the Burial Flower Sword. When the cold light hit, his face changed drastically and he retreated with a bang.
Huh!
Moving a step between the ground, the green mountains were long sleeves like water, and the waves were surging. A sword light slashed from top to bottom, and it was Mu Xiuhan who was sweeping down from mid-air.
But the person was still in the air, but Lin Yun and the majestic sword light from top to bottom were pressed down.
clang!
With the sword on his body, Mu Xiuhan clenched his teeth and blocked the sword with some difficulty.
"Can you stop it?"
Lin Yun looked cold, his sword, like a wave of water rising from the lake, roared and then squirted and fell continuously.
Rush and rub!
While breathing, the sword light like a storm fell toward Mu Xiuhan.
Mu Xiuhan was cut down and only had the power of parry left, and he kept exploding in the continuous sword light.
After the forty-nine swords, Lin Yun suddenly increased the force and slashed Mu Xiuhan with one sword.
He shook his wrist and turned around and stabbed him with a sword.
call out!
The cold light at the tip of the sword was like a star, expanding in Jing Jue's eyes that were roaring. Its fierce flames suddenly silenced, and his face became extremely ugly.
It was this sword again, another turn, and he found his flaw.
What the hell is going on!
But this time, Lin Yun did not give him the chance to leave calmly. The tip of the sword was two inches above his shoulders, and his feet kept approaching forward.
It is impossible to describe Jing Jue's mood at this moment. He was sweating all over, unable to turn around and unable to move forward.
He could only keep retreating, but this sword followed like a shadow. No matter how many pieces he retreated, the distance from the tip of his nose was never more than two inches.
Jing Jue, who was forced into a desperate situation, roared. His right hand holding the knife slashed towards the sword with a thunderous momentum.
clang!
But Lin Yun seemed to have expected it, and as soon as the sword was lifted down, a stream of blood was scratched from Jing Jue's arm.
Amid the screams, Lin Yun took action like lightning, and the Burial Flower Sword kept igniting like a spear.
Jing Jue tried his best to dodge, but he still couldn't avoid it all.
With a sword, he stabbed his chest, and blood splattered, and he was knocked away fiercely.
The golden crow seal behind him shines, Lin Yun spreads his arms, and he runs like lightning of the golden crow.
Go out and soar into the air.
Bang!
The killer moves Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue used each to fall into nothing. They bombarded the ground, and huge lifts out, rocks mixed with snowflakes, bursting wildly.
The light of the bright moon!
Before the two of them could withdraw, they saw a magnificent and domineering sword light falling down mercilessly in the air, like a bright moon burning in the blazing light.
The sword is like the bright moon, and the bright moon is like fire.
This sword light was incredible, and among the many people watching the battle, it slashed on Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue with incredible eyes.
Puchi!
The two of them had a shattering sword, their body-protecting true energy was crushed, and blood kept splashing out.
"this……"
"impossible!"
The two of them looked extremely shocked and could not believe that they could not even catch Lin Yun with a sword when they joined forces. Not only did they not catch it, but they were even broken in the body protection real energy, leaving several hideous and terrifying scars.
.
The other party is just a rising star in the ninth level of Xuanwu. No matter how strong he is, he should not defeat the two of them so easily.
He was not as strong as he was in the secret realm of Demon Lotus, and he was not as strong as so terrifying as he was on the ninth floor of the Treasure Palace.
What exactly did he experience on the tenth floor of the Treasure Palace and produce such a transformation?
"The light of the bright moon is burning like a flame. What level does his Water Moon Sword Technique have to be cultivated to achieve this level?"
"I'm afraid that the peak has been completed. This guy is really terrible..."
"No, not only that, except for the peak of Water Moon Sword Technique, his sword intent is probably already close to the complete innate sword intent."
"It must be like this. The sword intent that is close to the innate, blessed with the peak and perfect Shuiyue Sword Technique, is not an exaggeration to have such power."
During the chaos of the five sects, Lin Yun's sword was a shocking sword, which made many sects watching the battle lit up and shocked.
Shui Wuhen listened to the sect elders' comments, but he shook his head secretly. He felt that these people were right.
But I didn't say the key point...
Lin Yun must have experienced something in the tenth level. His sword was obviously much more confident. His realm and cultivation had not changed, but his inner temperament had undergone a qualitative change.
It is a kind of courage, a kind of indescribable one. Only swordsmen can understand courage.
During the chaos, the people of Jiange who were fighting with the four sects were also surprised to see this scene.
"The bright moon is like fire, this is the highest level of the Shuiyue Sword Technique, and the peak is perfect!"
"Lin Yun has practiced the spirit-level super-grade sword technique to the peak and perfect state. It's incredible."
"Hahaha, what a Lin Yun, it really went beyond my expectations."
"The sky clouds will not disperse, and the sword pavilion will not fall. Everyone, kill with me and strengthen my Lingxiao sword pavilion."
"Strengthen my Lingxiao Jian Pavilion!"
Shocked by Lin Yun's strength, the momentum of Jiange suddenly increased. For a moment, the four sects that joined forces felt deep pressure.
"Damn it, die for me!"
A storm blew the boundless wind and snow, but it was Jing Jue who was forced to retreat. In a rage, he did not care about the injuries on his chest.
The moment Lin Yun slashed out the light of the bright moon and landed, he killed him again.
His sword was extremely accurate.
Regardless of the blood surging in the wound on his chest, he had no idea of suppressing it. He just wanted to wait for Lin Yun to land. He cut it into half from behind. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he would fail three times.
call out!
But when Lin Yun turned around, the situation suddenly reversed, and Jing Jue had no time to shoot out the knife, and his arrogance disappeared.
It was because Lin Yun's sword hit his forehead.
There was even a drop of blood on the middle of the eyebrows, which was the tip of the sword pierced the skin.
Jing Jue's face turned pale, as if he fell into an ice cave, his whole body was cold and trembling slightly.
"In the rage, there are more and more flaws. Since you are determined to die, I will do what you wish."
"No……"
Puchi!
Lin Yun did not give Jing Jue a chance to argue, and he pierced his eyebrows with one sword.
Frost is thousands of miles away!
The moment the sword was drawn out, accompanied by the splash of blood, Lin Yun turned around and sprinkled the killer move of the Shuiyue Sword Technique.
The boundless sword force, wherever it passes, all things are frozen.
Under this sword, the vast snow and Bai Yue and the others who were struggling to get up were frozen, and time seemed to have stopped.
The snowflakes did not move, and the two ice sculptures could not move either.
Click!
The next moment, when the ice sculptures shattered, Bai Yue and Mu Xiuhan exploded into countless debris, the snowflakes flew again with the dissipating sword force.
Between still and motion, two monsters fell, blending with the snowflakes in the sky, and their corpses remained.
"Dead?"
All directions were frightened, and no one expected that Jing Jue, Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue would die under Lin Yun's sword at the same time.
Even if he thinks he has the strength to defeat him, he may not dare to kill him.
But no one expected that Lin Yun not only dared to kill, but also did not hesitate and was extremely decisive.
Such a scene was deeply shocked by the major sects in the Sifang Camp.
"this……"
"Oh, the swordsman's killing method is truly reflected in this person. How can a swordsman dare not kill? The Shuiyue sword technique is really powerful in his hands. It is as powerful as his will, as if he wants, like a pointing his arm.
.In the future, I will surely shine in the Longmen Competition.”
"Can he say he has the strength to challenge the Eighth Master at the end of the year?"
"The young master has the ability to kill the Zi Mansion, so he probably can't do it, but it may not be impossible to reach the top ten."
"If he could be promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu by the end of the year, maybe..."
"Stop it, how difficult is the breakthrough of the tenth level of Xuanwu? This time he did not break through to the tenth level of Xuanwu in the secret realm of the Demon Lotus. Within two years, it is probably difficult to be promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu. How can there be so many adventures in this world...
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Indeed, there are few rapid progress in the late Xuanwu practice.
Unless you encounter an adventure similar to the Demon Lotus Secret Realm, the Demon Lotus Secret Realm only appears once every twenty years.
Outsiders were just shocked, but the elders of the Demon Flame Sect, Blood Bone Sect and Seven Quarter Castle were furious.
The three sects held up and down the Jian Pavilion, as if they were creating opportunities for Jing Jue and the other two. But even if they wanted to break their heads, they all died under Lin Yun's sword.
revenge!
The eyes of the elders of the three sects were filled with murderous intent, and they no longer had the intention to compete for treasure.
All he had was the boundless murderous intent. Even if the entire sect was destroyed, Lin Yun would have to be killed.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart.
"Hold on the formation and don't let these people rush over."
The situation suddenly changed drastically, and the three major sects were no longer delaying with Jiange, and rushed towards the sword formation set up by Lingxiao Jiange.
The battle turned into a bloody battle at this moment!
Elder Zhijian, Luo Feng and others fought desperately, but the number of people in the four sects was too large. Immediately, seven or eight deacons from the half-step purple mansion broke through the sword formation and fought towards Lin Yun.
"Boy, come on your life!"
These more than ten deacons from the half-step purple palace were red in their eyes, and they were filled with evil spirits, which was extremely scary.
call!
With his sword closed and returned to the sheath, Lin Yun gently patted it in the storage bag. The moment the red blood battle flag appeared, he was tightly held by his hands.
Kick!
The flag condensed a bimoon blood sickle as thin as a cicada's wing, and a hideous and sharp triangular inverted hook popped up at the end, and the true energy surged and continued to inject it into it.
The monstrous evil aura contained in the treasure immediately burned like blood flames, spreading in every corner of the Red Flame Battle Blade.
Lin Yun, who was holding the battle blade tightly, raised his eyebrows and looked coldly at the seven deacons rushing towards him.
Under the influence of the evil spirit of the Red Flame Battle Blade, the world in his eyes was scarlet, both real and illusory.
If killing is destined to be inevitable, then let endless blood and corpses be buried on the peak of my Lin Yun.