Lin Yun is thinking. In the thunder swordsmanship, there is indeed no killing trick named Tian Lei Po.
There is no doubt that this sword, such as the light of the sky to tear the sky, and break the sword of the sky, it is indeed Bai Lixuan's own.
If Bai Lixuan, who has the Eucharist, is enough to make people feel scared, how strong is he who can create martial arts?
Around Longmen Square, countless eyes fell on Bai Lixuan, and his expression looked very shocked.
"In the ninth battle, Lingxiao Jiange Lin Yun, fighting against the Yunxiao Sword Pavilion Night Poster!"
Next to the Purple Throne, Princess Fenghua glanced at the two and said softly.
Her voice was clear and dynamic, surrounded by the entire Longmen Square, and everyone listened clearly.
The Longmen Square, which had just stopped for a while, rang the uproar, and a commotion rose there.
"Finally here."
"Lin Yun went to the night son, and Lin Yun killed his younger brother in the group stage. He hated Lin Yun. I wonder if Lin Yun had a chance to survive."
"At present, the master of the son -in -law is basically crushing the opponent, which is very strong. Lin Yun will abstain from the opening, and it will definitely die!"
"Interesting, see how he choose, this dragon gate is not better than him. He can go to the top 32. He is proud of himself, even if he abstains."
Everyone was looking forward to that just after watching the battle of focus, there was another focus of focus.
Well!
The two figures flew to the battlefield steadily.
The color of the Quartet is inevitable. He didn't say a word, but just looked at each other calmly.
The night son was in black, staring at Lin Yun, just like a monster staring at the prey.
The killing and hate in the eyes did not hide, and the eyes were sharp and terrible.
"Three days ago, I said that it was better not to encounter me, otherwise I would never spare you lightly. If you know it, you will admit defeat now, otherwise you can save you once you start!"
The night son flashed and mocked, and he laughed deliberately, and his voice was extremely harsh.
"This guy wants to deliberately irritate the younger brother!"
Xinyan frowned slightly on the stage, and at a glance, she saw the mind of the night son.
The referee glanced at Lin Yun, and his look in his eyes was obviously asking him if he had to abstain.
"Need not."
Lin Yunshen is indifferent, spit out two words.
The referee didn't say much. As soon as the figure flashed back, he said deeply: "Start!"
"snort!"
As soon as the words fell, the son -in -law sneered, and then a violent and sharp momentum on his body rolled up. He seemed to be a sharp sword with a sheath, with no sharpness, bright light, like a dazzling star in the night sky, like a dazzling star in the night sky.
, Don't hide from light.
Buw!
In the buzzing of the sword, the momentum of the night son is continuously soaring, and the virtual sword potential seems to be substantial, showing a deep and domineering cultivation. The entire battle platform, under such a violent momentum, seems to be trembling.
This sword wants the whole world to bow his head in front of his night son.
"So strong!"
"The realm of the half -step Zifu, with the sword -like sword -like sword, he wants to make a quick decision, and does not give Lin Yun any chance."
"Terrible. Dare not imagine what kind of pressure will you face in front of him, I'm afraid it is difficult to bear the Zifu realm."
"It is worthy of being a son -level ..."
Just showing his sword potential, the night son showed it, the terrible side of the son -level demon evil.
Buw!
When the sword climbed to the peak, the people echoed the sound of their swords and swords.
call out!
The flickering sword mang, like a touch of luminous flowing in the night, with the horrible sword potential of the night son, this sword is about to be fierce.
Lin Yun reached out and held a move, holding five fingers tightly
Buried the flower sword, facing the horrible sword of the other party.
Pulling the sword out of the sheath, the sword body passed by in front of his eyes, as if a dragon roared out.
clang!
When it was impossible to send it, it blocked a sword stabbing the opponent, and the battle platform was shaking violently.
Stop it!
What surprised everyone was that this sword was not only blocked by Lin Yun, but also did not retreat.
Boom!
The sword burst in the air, the night son frowned slightly, the real Yuan condensed, and the sword of the backhand pierced again.
Seven Xuanbu, people take photos!
Lin Yun moved in his footsteps, not panic or busy, and urged Qixuan to walk like Jin Wu's wings, which was extremely fast, just like shocking. Every time he took a step, he seemed to leave a painting, but the night son's sword was strong, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor, poor
In the unwillingness, each sword stir the paintings left by Lin Yun into powder.
In the blink of an eye, the two were in the rotation and moved to dozens of tricks.
The sound of the blade collision, more than continuous, the night son firmly suppressed Lin Yun with a strong cultivation, making people feel like he is a mountain. It is a huge, enough to easily press Lin Yun's mountains.
"Xiuwei is indeed deep, I am afraid that it is a strong person in Zifu, and you will not be cheap in front of you."
Lin Yun is thinking, and the other party's repairs are really terrible.
Wu Mohan was more scary than Wu Mohan he had faced before. Both were half -step Zifu, but they were not at all levels.
"Just know it, give me a good death!"
The night son sneered, stepped on the ground, and his sword suddenly made a sharp whistling sound.
"Be obediently? Think too much."
Lin Yun's face was expressionless, and the purple kite flowers like ice crystals in Dantian quietly bloomed, and the surging and thick real Yuan came out. Ten mysterious veins erupted, a sword potential that was not weaker than the opponent, and suddenly broke out.
"Xuanwu ten weight!"
"This is impossible ..."
The crowd was shocked. Three days ago, Lin Yun, who was rebuilt for Xuanwu Jiu, was soaring now to Xuanwu Ten.
And the repair is stable, unlike the first entry of Xuanwu ten weights.
"Sword Division Double Month!"
The waves of waves of Shuiyue swords began on Lin Yun, as if two rounds of bright moon appeared under this sword. There was a round of the sky, and a round of the ground.
The funeral sword in Lin Yun's hand, under the shining of two rounds of moonlight, erupted the bright sword light.
Cut! Cut! Cut!
Holding the funeral flowers, Lin Yun's strong counterattack, sword mang waving, a round of shattered the sword of the other sword.
Qixuanbu, Jinwu showing wings!
Taking advantage of the messy moment of the other party, Lin Yun's arms showed it, as if Jin Wu was swinging out, and the next moment suddenly appeared in front of the other side.
Without hesitation, the funeral sword broke out of the bright sword, and it fell towards the night son.
"court death!"
The son of the night was furious, and the boy dared to bully himself, but he did not know how to die.
"The Light of Stars!"
Zhenyuan was irrigated on the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword suddenly bloomed with bright light, and then the outbreak was exploded, like a stars burst.
"The light of Haoyue!"
Lin Yun's face was cold, and the corner of his mouth sneered.
As if a round of bright moon rising, the moonlight on the sword was burned like a flame, and the bright moon was like fire, like light, like my sword, burial flowers, and buried people.
Alas!
The moonlight and the starlight exploded, and the real Yuan was stunned in the air, the sword was broken, and a chaos was chaotic.
Boom!
The terrible explosion sounds like waves, one wave of waves, and constantly sounds. In the human ear, it is like thunder and fried ears, buzzing in the mind.
"Are you dead?"
Looking at the sword standing on the stage, the night son in black, everyone couldn't help worrying that the half of the air was covered by Yu Bo.
Lin Yun.
In Yu Bo, Guanghua was scattered, the sword mang was stunned, and it was confused.
Click!
Suddenly, the sound of a mirror rupture sounded, and then a ray of moonlight was shot in the surplus waves in the air. Then the moonlight was like the flood of the embankment, and the surging outbreak came out.
Oblied.
In the light of that month, Lin Yun's handsome and handsome face, Leng Ruon frost, he was wearing a blue shirt, holding a funeral flower, like a round of bright moon falling in the world.
"Do you dare to compete with Hao Yue?"
boom!
The vast swords of the moonlight fell, crushing the other sword potential, and in the unbelievable eyes of the night son, he hit him again.
"The so -called boy, but that's it."
Lin Yun fell to the ground, watching the night son who was shocked by himself, and said lightly.
"Arrogant!"
"Is it arrogant? What about it!"
Looking at the annoying night son, Lin Yun browed his eyebrows, and the fantastic sword -like sword body shook slightly, pointing directly at the other party. His eyes followed the sword tip, and he fell coldly on the other side.
Frost Han!
Without waiting for the night son to respond, the blue shirt was touched, and his long hair was Zhang Yangzhong, and Lin Yun's sword was suddenly cold.
To the cold to the cold, the highest is arrogant, where the eyes are, the frozen everything!
The cold sword is like a frost. With the sword of the sword, it is like the wind, sweeping the entire vast battle platform.
The night son's complexion was slightly changed, and he felt invisible and horrible sword potential, like a monster who wanted to swallow the whole person.
At the moment, the real Yuan Yong was surrounded by the sword.
Knite!
I heard the crisp sound of the glass like a glass crack. On the vast battle platform, the sharp ice fell on the ground.
The night son was white, the earthquake flew for several meters, and the corner of the mouth spit out blood.
Well!
The audience shook and raised his eyes. Since Lin Yun launched a counterattack, his potential was out of control, and the night was injured at the moment.
The people were buzzing in their brains, and they were completely unbelievable.
I even doubted whether I saw it wrong, it was Lin Yun, not the night son vomiting blood and injury.
"I admit something to look at you ..."
The night son wiped the blood in the corner of his mouth, his face was cold as ice.
When I raised her eyes, the night son swept away, and the sky suddenly fell into a sword to cover him. Then the sword potential of the whole body was condensed into a vertical sword mang.
At the time of Mang, the night son suddenly broke out of dazzling light.
The sword of the whole body, straight into the clouds, seemed to pierce everything, making people dare not look directly.
"But I said, if you don't admit defeat, there is only one ending, that is to die!"
The sound of gritted teeth spit out from the mouth of the night. When the cross sword mang was crossed, he stepped out.
boom!
The vast sword is like an angry ocean, rolling up, annihilating everything, and the people who watch are frightened.
"Cross seal, this is the eighth sign of the luminous sword tactics!"
"After the egg, this sword tactics can be cultivated to the eighth, and can actually have a kendo cultivation that is completely comparable to or even surpassing Zifu."
But the exclamation of the crowd had not yet fallen, and Lin Yun suddenly bloomed the magnificent purple kite flowers, stirred the wind, and then stabbed out.
Knite!
The night son's sword -like sword, under the power of this sword, collapsed. The night son showed an incredible look. He reached out and touched his eyebrows, looked at the blood in his hand, and said speechless.
In the name of the sword, I order the flowers!
Boom, the magnificent sword was crushed, the eyebrows had been penetrated by a sword.
"From now on, among the eight dongs of the Qin Empire, there is no name for your night son."
Lin Yun's sword returned to the sheath, and the eyes were swept away.