The dragon scale horse burst out with amazing momentum at a moment, and its golden hair shone brightly in a roar. The dragon scale guards on the horse's back each held a spear, which was breathing a bitter cold light.
The eight spears combined with the terrifying aura of the dragon-scaled horse burst out with sharp sharpness, just like eight crazy dragons.
As he broke through the air, the trembling sound of the spear tip was as sharp as a roar, extremely harsh.
Everything happened in a flash, and in just a moment, the horror of the Dragon Scale Guard was perfectly displayed.
According to rumors, eight dragon scale guards join forces to kill the purple palace!
Lin Yun's cold eyes were as lightning as lightning, and he gently patted the blood dragon horse's neck.
Faced with the shocking momentum of the eight dragon scale horses, the blood dragon horse roared like thunder, and its four hooves burst out with bright lightning, and its terrifying blood flames were burning all over its body.
The boundless evil spirit, like a violent flame, soared into the sky on its body.
boom!
The Blood Dragon Horse stepped forward and the snow half a foot thick on the ground suddenly exploded. The lightning flashed, and the strong wind trembled, just like the actual evil aura roared out with the roar of the Blood Dragon Horse.
A seemingly simple step, but when the blood dragon horse's front hooves fall, the wind and clouds change color and snowflakes dance.
Eight powerful dragon-scale horses suddenly became uncontrollable and rushed around in a random manner.
The Dragon Scale Guard on the horse's back suddenly changed his face, and the long spear like a roar of a mad dragon in his hand suddenly became chaotic.
The Blood Dragon Horse curled a disdainful smile at the corner of her mouth, and took a step forward and rushed like lightning.
Woo woo!
The whine sounded, and the eight blood dragon horses were trembling and crawling to the ground. The dragon scale guards were pulled down from the ground without any obstacles.
The sudden change caused panic to flash in the eyes of these eight dragon-scale horses.
Sitting down the dragon scale horse, but he would not be afraid of the vicious beasts in the purple palace. Under the pressure of the blood dragon horse, he could not even get up.
"kill!"
But these eight people were experienced in many battles. Almost as soon as they fell, they slapped the snow with a sudden palm.
boom!
Snowflakes splashed, and eight figures regained their power and headed towards the Blood Dragon Spurs.
Without the blessing of the Dragon Scale Horse, the eight people's voices became much weaker, but after joining forces, they were still strong and dare not underestimate them.
The blood dragon immediately flashed between Lin Yun's eyebrows, and the sword intent was integrated with the evil spirit of the blood dragon horse sitting down.
The already violent blood dragon horse's pressure added another sharp edge, and its voice surged. The eight dragon scale guards only felt the pressure falling, like a sharp sword wind, constantly slapped on their bodies, making their armor buzzing.
Under the shock, the qi and blood were churning, and his face looked very ugly.
"roll!"
Suddenly, Lin Yun pulled the reins violently, and the rushing blood dragon horse jumped high forelimbs. The war horse neighed, and its upper body swept out in the air, its hooves as fast as lightning and as thick as a mountain.
Accompanied by the terrifying power, eight dragon scale guards, together with their men and guns, were kicked away by the Blood Dragon Horse.
Bang!
When the blood dragon horse's hooves fell to the ground, the ground was trembling and burst out with a solid temperament. The eight dragon scale guards in the air spit out their blood and fell to the ground.
His face was pale and he kept rolling on the ground, but he could never get up again.
The wind and snow did not stop, Lin Yun sat down on the blood dragon immediately, and his eyes swept forward coldly.
The fear of quietness in all directions, and the dragon-scaled horse defeated so quickly was beyond the expectations of many people.
The warriors watching near the streets and in the pavilions all had an incredible look in their eyes. They looked at the blood dragon horse sitting down, and they all looked fear flashed in their eyes.
This horse is a bit too irritable.
The eight Dragon Scale Guards who fell to the ground were not good, slapped the eldest prince and others like a slap.
Qin Yu held his five fingers on the armrest of the carriage and kept tugging. Although he did not say a word, everyone could feel the gloomy murderous intent on his body.
On both sides of the carriage, Han Gang of Xuantian Sect, Wang Feng of Shuiyue Villa, Ji Wuheng of Hunyuan Sect, Tang Jie of Qintian Academy, Bai Lixuan of Lingxiao Jian Pavilion, and these Qingxuan masters all had a cold murderous intent on their bodies.
"Let me do this waste."
Without waiting for the others to come forward, Xuantian Sect Han Gang walked forward with a slap in the war horse.
His eyes fell on Lin Yun, who was on the blood dragon horse, and said coldly: "The useless man who cut off his own mysterious vein dares to make trouble at the eldest prince's wedding. I think you are really impatient."
In the past, at the Qiongtai feast of the princess's house, the other party deposed his junior brother Bai Yu, so he had already made him want to kill.
Unfortunately, not only did he fail to kill this kid, but he was defeated by Xin Jue, which made him feel ashamed. Now, his cultivation has improved greatly, and his cultivation of the Demon Subduing Fist has reached its peak and perfection. His strength is no longer the same as before.
I originally thought that in the Longmen Competition, I would defeat Xin Jue and avenge my previous shame.
But I didn't expect the opponent to be gone.
But although Xinjue died, Lin Yun was still alive. Now it is undoubtedly a great opportunity to torture the other party.
He trespassed the prince's wedding and injured the Dragon Scale Guard. Each one was enough to make him die without a place to bury him.
A series of golden lights suddenly burst out from his body. His fierce and domineering Buddha power, coupled with his irritable murderous intent, was like a Buddhist Vajra walking out of a picture album.
The mighty Buddha power, endless confusion, thunder and violent aura prevented the wind and snow.
"Demon-subduing Fist!"
"Han Gang's Demon-Subduing Fist is said to have been cultivated to the peak of perfection, but Lin Yun has cut off his mysterious vein and has not advanced but retreated. This battle is probably a very miserable defeat."
"Han Gang probably won't leave any living habits. After all, his junior brother was deposed by Lin Yun in the princess's mansion."
Many warriors who knew the grudges of the two spoke one after another.
thump!
When Han Gang's power reached its peak, he could no longer bear it while sitting down on the war horse and collapsed to the ground. Han Gang suddenly rose up, punched in the air, carrying the wrath of the demons, and headed towards Lin Yun with the wrath of subduing demons.
He blew down hard.
Under the power of the fist, the snowflakes floating in the air were crushed on the spot and no longer existed.
Suddenly, there was no wind or snow between the two, and the clear and clear sky was clear.
"Die!"
As Han Gang fell into the air, his true energy was swelling, condensed with the secret seal of Buddhism, causing the power of this punch to burst out with amazing oppression.
"What a strong breath!"
The crowd looked like Han Gang falling from mid-air, like a Buddhist vajra, as if even the mountain could be broken.
Lin Yun, who was on the blood dragon horse, looked extremely small under his vast power of fist.
"You are afraid you don't have the ability..."
The blood dragon immediately rose into the air, stretched out his hand and held the Burial Flower Sword that popped out of the sword box tightly.
The moment when the five fingers held the hilt of the sword, half a step of the innate sword intent surged from him. This sword intent was pure and sharp, ethereal and outspoken, not as good as the world, but he was overbearing and looked down on all directions.
He did not have a strong cultivation level, but at the peak of the eighth level of Xuanwu, but after this sword intent exploded on him, his aura was equal to Han Gang, fearless and full of sharpness.
Go forward to the heart of the sword!
"Sword Intention?"
Han Gang frowned, but then he sneered.
"Without the support of cultivation, how powerful your sword intent is, it is just a castle in the air, and it is just a sign of it!"
All ten mysterious veins in his body were activated, and the majestic true energy surged, urging his own Buddha power to an amazing level. The fist roared, and the powerful aura dissipated, forming a violent hurricane that disrupted the wind and snow.
"Is there anything wrong with it?"
All the seventy-one purple kite petals bloom in Lin Yun's dantian, and the eighteen levels of light white light patterns around the purple kite flowers fluctuate at the same time.
With the blessing of the power of time, his eight mysterious veins were crystal clear and burst out with brilliant spiritual light.
boom!
The true energy is stirring, and the momentum of the eighth level of Xuanwu continues to rise and surge out. The loud sword sounds, and the sword is half an inch, and the cold light flashes, dazzling and dazzling, making Han Gang's eyes hurt.
The eyes trembled slightly.
He saw a sense of artistic conception on Lin Yun that he had never seen before, half an inch of sword light, cold and arrogant. Han Gang, who had a cultivation level of two levels higher than the other party, felt panic at this moment, just like
It is in the face of a bright moon, and it looks extremely small.
clang!
The sword body passed by Lin Yun like flowing water, and all the Burial Flower Swords were unsheathed, with the majestic sword intent and the buzzing sound.
Han Gang's heart suddenly trembled, and a crack appeared in the Buddha's power under the infiltration of this extremely sharp sword intent.
"How is this... possible..."
Han Gang suddenly seemed a little panicked, and his confidence began to shake, "Damn it, pretend!"
A ferocious look appeared on his face, Han Gang roared and roared, his facial features were twisted, urging his fist light to the limit.
The fist clenched with his five fingers burst out with a trace of violent black aura, as if it had broken into a fierce and ferocious monster, which seemed even more terrifying.
"Don't be done, Lin Yun is really going to die."
Outsiders could not see the panic in Han Gang's heart, but only saw the horror after his punch fission, and sighed for Lin Yun in his heart.
There is no suspense anymore...
Bang!
But when the fist light and sword light collided, a scene that no one expected appeared, and a shocking sound came from mid-air. The two were in the air, with equal matches and evenly matches. In my imagination, Lin Yun was killed by a punch.
The picture didn't happen at all.
Without giving outsiders time to surprise, Lin Yun's body flashed and he drew six swords in a row.
Spring breeze turns into rain, and all rivers flow together!
With a sword coming out, the vast sword intent turned into streams, and all rivers merged. In the silent breath, there were shocking waves that soared into the sky.
View the sky with water!
The Shuiyue Sword Strength was spreading, and Lin Yun in the air seemed to be in a lake. The vast sword was majestic and boundless, magnificent, and the snowflakes floating in the air seemed to become thicker under the sword Strength.
Bang bang bang!
Hangang's fist roared, and the Demon-Subduing Fist evolved to the extreme, but he could never crush the sword force.
The smoke and water are vast!
Strands of ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and a vast mist of water quietly emerged. This sword was filled with smoke and mist.
The waves are surging!
Sword lights were in the air, like waves, emerging endlessly, swords were like waves, and waves were like swords.
The situation reversed in an instant. Han Gang, who was originally aggressive, was completely suppressed by Lin Yun's sword force, and could only be scored by passively being beaten.
"No!"
Han Gang's momentum plummeted, and he had an illusion that he was facing a master of the Purple Palace and had no power to fight at all.
Bang!
After the six swords, Han Gang was full of Buddha power, with holes and no momentum in the Demon-Subduing Fist.
"Break me!"
Lin Yun shouted coldly, and the flowers buried in his hand were like a lonely and arrogant moon, dominating the world and admiring himself.
This sword transformed Yue's arrogance into the ultimate domineering aura.
Everyone was stunned. Such a powerful sword force completely surpassed their understanding.
"stop!"
Angry shout suddenly sounded in the eldest prince's team. On the left side of the carriage, the figures of other masters of Qingxuan Association suddenly rose into the air and flew over.
But the sword has already come out, how can it stop?
Puchi!
Blood splattered, and the ribs on Han Gang's chest were cut off under this sword, and his body was hit hard on the snow by the momentum contained in the sword light.
"The realm of transformation! This is the legendary realm of transformation!"
There was an old man in the crowd, trembling in his voice, looking at Lin Yun, extremely incredible.