When the silver spear was held in Leng Aoran's hand, the night turned crimson into blood red, and the crescent moon was hidden in the blood, like a beauty wearing red makeup.
Weird, spooky and creepy.
Under such darkness of night, Lin Yun stood in the void, with a silver moon mask on his face. His body was glowing with silver light, and his long silver hair was spread out, much longer than the usual black hair.
Wow!
Silver hair was slightly raised in the wind. Lin Yun held the purple jade divine bamboo flute and landed on a dilapidated ruins.
Bury the playboy!
Leng Aoran stared at the other person, his eyes flashing with strange blood, and his mouth was smiling. His appearance, under the moonlight, looked very strange, as if he could distort people's minds at any time.
With just one look, one can fall into a Shura purgatory-like environment, fall into it forever, and fall into madness.
"After seeing my Xuantian heavy armor and knowing that the holy weapon fell into my hands, you still dare to show up. It's really beyond my expectation." Leng Aoran had an evil smile on his face and looked at Lin Yun unscrupulously.
When he had fought with Yan Teng and the other two men, he had vaguely noticed that there were eyes watching from a distance.
Leng Aoran didn't care, especially after getting the holy weapon.
It's okay if the other party doesn't show up, but if he does show up, he's going to die.
Bury the playboy?
Haha, just looking for death!
"Let's take action."
Lin Yun glanced at the hole on his shoulder. Blood was still flowing. The man was not seriously injured. If he was in peak condition and had a holy weapon in his hand, Lin Yun would have to be a little more cautious.
But that's all. Now that he's injured and knows all his cards, there's nothing to be afraid of.
"You guys really don't shed tears until you see the coffin. Let me see who is under your mask!"
Leng Aoran smiled and took a step forward.
His speed was very fast, and he disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly. But as soon as he took a step, the flute sounded immediately, and a purple kite bloomed as if it appeared out of thin air.
clang!
Leng Aoran waved the silver spear in his hand and chopped the flying purple kites into pieces, but he himself was also forced out of his body.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Before he could react, the continuous flute sound accompanied by the sword intention of the Heavenly Sword continued to sound under Lin Yun's playing.
At the same time, Lin Yun closed his eyes tightly, his green shirt started to flutter, and purple kites burst out from his body one after another.
After a while, snow fell from the sky.
The sound of the flute is like dripping rain, which can be seen all over the sky. The sound of the flute is like a boundless sea of flowers, blooming with their fragrance, which can be heard everywhere. It is also like a beauty like the moon, isolated from the world, arousing people's imagination.
The sound of this flute can be seen, heard, and imagined, and it can be seen in the sky forever, and the wind and moon are all in the boundless wind and snow.
A majestic vision, magnificent and mighty!
Ben Lei Demon Sword's face immediately turned ugly. He wanted to kill him, but directly suppressed the opponent with the silver gun in his hand, and took off Lin Yun's mask directly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, he was repulsed by the sound of the flute.
Clang clang clang!
The silver gun in his hand was dazzled by his swing, the purple kites were chopped into pieces, and wisps of sword light were blasted.
But he couldn't get even half a step closer. Instead, forced by Xiaoyin, he retreated step by step.
laugh!
A petal flew away, but the Thunder Demonic Sword did not avoid it in time, and a bloody mark was stabbed on the cheek.
"No end!"
Anger flashed in Leng Aoran's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he directly poured the star essence into the holy weapon in his hand.
boom!
In an instant, hundreds of holy patterns bloomed, and a violent pressure surged up. The holy soldiers in his hands were far more powerful than Yan Teng.
Click, click, click!
He saw countless petals shattering in the void. Holding a silver spear, he drove straight into the wind, snow and petals.
boom!
Lin Yun's long, disheveled hair flew instantly, the sharp edge on his body bloomed, and the sweet flute sound turned into a long, earth-shattering tune.
Just like a ten thousand-foot waterfall rolling back in the wind, soaring straight into the sky, at the same time, his Sky-Breaking Sword Intent continued to surge, from a small sky-reaching achievement, to a sky-reaching great achievement, and to the sky-reaching peak perfection.
Buzz!
That elongated flute sound made an extremely harsh and sharp sound, just like the cry of a phoenix, reaching its peak at the same time as the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent.
The silver spear that drove straight in was stopped by a vision of sound waves and sword intent when it was still two feet away from Lin Yun.
The tip of the spear shines brightly, with thunder and lightning as bright as blood, dazzling the eyes.
But no matter how hard the Ben Lei Sword Demon tried, he was still unable to break through such a powerful phenomenon.
boom!
On the ruins, Lin Yun's closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment.
In an instant, Lin Yun's sharp flute sound reached its peak and suddenly became gentle. It seemed to have turned into a wind dragon, spinning faster and faster among the clouds, sweeping away the blood-like night.
Wow!
The clouds have cleared, the fog has dispersed, and the stars have fallen all over the sky.
Lin Yun was dressed in a silver robe, covered with starlight falling from the sky. His fingers moved rapidly. This song of flying purple kites was so fast that it was unimaginable, and the starlight falling on him seemed to
Been twisted.
Sword shadows burst out from his body, forming a sword formation in the blink of an eye.
The Purple Kite Sword Formation is unparalleled!
The sword shadows formed a formation, and Lin Yunren soared into the sky from the ruins. Carrying the boundless sword intent and the stars in the sky, he pushed forward amidst the flying snowflakes.
Ben Lei Demon Sword's face changed drastically. He put away the holy spear and replaced it with the sword he had used before.
Using a gun instead of a sword was a bit uncomfortable for him after all.
The sword light is in his hand
As he swung his sword, he could clearly see that every ray of his sword light turned into a blood-electric dragon. The dragon was like a magic whip hundreds of feet long, constantly slapping the sword formation.
But the sword array is like a mountain, and with the blessing of the Heavenly Sword Intent and the sound of the flute, there is no flaw at all.
The figure of Ben Lei Demon Sword was constantly being forced back by Lin Yun in full view of everyone.
"Nine dragons break the sky!"
Leng Aoran was extremely aggrieved and became completely angry. He swung out his sword and the sea of blood filled the air. In the vast sea of blood, nine dragon shadows broke out of the sea and roared towards the Ziyuan Sword Formation.
At this moment, the world was dyed with blood, and everyone felt the madness of the Thunder Demon Sword.
Lin Yun was not afraid at all. He was like the sound of the flute that was constantly pounding in a storm, suddenly becoming heavier. Every flute sound was like mountains rising from the ground, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. It made people's eardrums tremble.
dizzy.
Purple Kite Sword Formation, Reversal!
Nine turns into one, the phoenix sings and the sun rises!
The majestic sword formation suddenly reversed, and Lin Yun's already terrifying sword intent became even more terrifying during the reversal. After the ninth turn, it reached a terrifying sword intent close to the fourth level.
Boom!
The nine flying blood dragons slapped on the reversed sword formation, and a shocking and dazzling light bloomed in the void.
How terrible!
Everyone looked at all this in stunned silence, never expecting that one person could force the Thunder Demon Sword to such an extent with just a flute.
Clang!
In the bright and chaotic light, a phoenix chirped, and the sun rose behind Lin Yun.
Under the illumination of the morning sun, all the bloody light in the sky was dispersed, and Lin Yun walked out of the sun. He was handsome and handsome, with extraordinary appearance, shining like a god.
Phew!
Leng Aoran's nine bloody dragons were completely crushed by the sword array, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. Before he could even take a breath, there was an ice phoenix covered in brilliant colors in the sword array, swooping towards him.
The sound of the flute is slow and continuous, covering the ice phoenix spreading its wings with a layer of holy glory.
Bang!
The Thunder Demonic Sword flew out in the air, and the whole person fell into the distance like a kite with its string broken.
Whoops!
In the middle of the sky deep in the forest clouds, the sound of the flute reached my ears and resounded throughout the world, as if colorful clouds were chasing the moon and flying across the sky.
"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"
Just when everyone thought that the crumbling Thunder Demon Sword was certain to kill him, a terrifying edge suddenly appeared on his body. A layer of black armor exuded a metallic luster, shining across the sky and the stars, and the pressure on his body was infinite after all.
Xuantian Baojian!
Everyone looked slightly startled, and suddenly remembered that this person was still a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and he still had the strongest trump card that he had not used.
Click! Click! Click! Click!
The Ben Lei Demon Sword relied on Xuantian's heavy armor and rushed over with the sound of the flute on his shoulders. His eyes were blood red and his whole person fell into a daze.
Click!
The Xuantian heavy armor on his body had faint cracks exploding as he kept approaching. But he finally rushed into the Ziyuan Sword Formation, and the speed of the heavy armor cracking continued to increase, and Leng Aoran didn't care at all.
"Young Master Burial, your death has come!"
Leng Aoran laughed ferociously, and before he could finish his words, the sword light pierced out.
He calculated very accurately that Lin Yun's song of flying purple kites has reached its end. As long as he survives the most dangerous sword formation and reaches the opponent, he can kill him with one sword.
Under the gaze of everyone, his sword stabbed directly into Lin Yun's heart, and countless exclamations immediately sounded from the ground.
But Leng Aoran was immediately surprised to find that there were many sacred marks wrapped around the opponent's heart, and his killing sword could never penetrate it.
Just as he was about to retreat, Lin Yun put down his flute and pointed over.
One leaf, one bodhi, one flower, one world!
Seven layers of flowers bloomed and overlapped behind Lin Yun. When he pointed out, the majestic sword light passed through like a dragon.
Phew!
The Xuantian heavy armor on Leng Aoran's body instantly fell apart, a terrifying hole appeared in his body, and his whole body was blown away.
His face was unimaginably pale, and his breath was unprecedentedly weak. After landing, he didn't dare to stay for a moment, dragging his body and running away like crazy.
puff!
Blood stains spilled from the corners of Lin Yun's mouth, and he slowly fell from the air. Protected by the Silver Moon Mask, the sword just now failed to pierce his heart.
But his injuries were also serious, but not as serious as Leng Aoran's, and he still had the strength to fight.
"Lin Yun, are you okay?" Xiao Bingfeng asked nervously in the sword box.
Lin Yun said calmly: "Don't worry about it. Go after the Thunder Demon Sword. He won't be able to run too far."
"Someone is chasing me."
"Don't worry, I know who it is. Go chase them first."
"oh."
Lin Yun turned around, his figure rotated in the void, and in the blink of an eye he landed cross-legged on a boulder.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Not long after, three figures appeared first in his field of vision. Yan Teng, Xuan Fei, and Lei Lan, carrying three direct disciples of the sect, rushed over with evil expressions and murderous intent.
When he saw Lin Yun sitting cross-legged and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Yan Teng's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.
This guy is really injured!
I knew that Leng Aoran's fatal sword blow just now would never be followed so easily.
"Young Master Burial Beauty, you didn't expect it!" Yan Teng raised a smile on his lips, and a look of pride flashed in his eyes. Even if you forced the Thunder Demon Sword away, it still fell into my hands in the end.
Now he was forced into a desperate situation. The holy soldier was snatched away by the Thunder Demon Sword, and he was made a dog of the other party in public.
Returning to the Xuanwang Palace is a dead end, but if the buried beauties' head is brought back, the senior brother may be able to spare his life.
"He has killed a lot of evil cultivators in the past month, and his net worth is unimaginable!" Xuan Fei's eyes flashed with greed, and he licked his dry tongue and lips.
Lei Lan's eyes were burning and he said coldly: "Haha, the mask on his face is probably a sacred weapon!"
Holy weapon!
Yan Teng's eyes instantly became fiery. If he could take it back, he might be able to offset the loss of the holy weapon.
"Kill him!"
Yan Teng ordered the Xuanwang Palace disciples behind him, and Xuan Fei and Lei Lan gave the same order.
The three of them were seriously injured. Even though they were sure that Lin Yun was stabbed in the center and had no strength to fight, they still did not dare to take too many risks.
Swish! Swish!
The eyes of the group of disciples from the three sects behind him immediately fell on Lin Yun, with murderous intent surging in their eyes, but they were somewhat fearful.
After the battle just now, Young Master Burial was astonishing in their eyes.
"Are you sure you are willing to sacrifice your life for him?"
Lin Yun's tone did not fluctuate, his eyes swept over, and he asked calmly.
"Kill him and the treasure will be divided equally!" Yan Teng said with cold eyes and gritted teeth.
Whoops!
The group of people immediately stopped hesitating. The character of these three disciples was not very good. That day, Lin Yun was ridiculed and ridiculed in every possible way in the Qiu Family Hall.
Now, after hearing Yan Teng's words about dividing the treasure equally, they all jumped into the air without any hesitation.
court death!
Lin Yun's eyes flashed with indifference. He placed the purple jade sacred bamboo flute to his lips, and the flute sounded instantly.
What he plays is Ba Jian!
One sword cuts the floating clouds, one sword cuts the nine heavens.
One sword can destroy the whole world, and one sword can level the world.
The clouds are floating in the sky, and the world is deserted!
The sound of the flute is like waves, one wave higher than the other, the storm is violent, and the waves are rushing into the sky. The storm comes and goes quickly. The short and violent flute sound shakes the sky, and lightning cracks the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The three flying sect disciples had just taken off into the air and before they got close to Lin Yun, their heads were shattered by the sound of a flute in mid-air.
Blood splattered everywhere, everyone bloomed like fireworks, the scene was poignant and cruel.
The faces of Yan Teng and the other three turned pale. Seeing the horrific scene before them, they felt their legs and feet were weak and their whole bodies were trembling.
Is this the strength of the buried playboy?
Is this the pressure Ben Lei Demon Sword was facing just now?
Thinking about it this way, the Thunder Demon Sword could last for such a long time and almost stab Lin Yun to death with one sword. His strength was more terrifying than the three of them imagined.
But the person in front of me is even more terrifying!
On top of the boulder, Lin Yun suddenly stood up and looked at the three of them with cold eyes. The three of them were shaken by the aftermath of the flute sound, and blood continued to flow from their mouths. The lingering sound of the domineering sword seemed to still be echoing in their ears.
"Do you really think I'm so injured that I can't even fight? I'll wait for you!" Lin Yun said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.
Yan Teng said in horror: "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Have you forgotten so soon?"
Lin Yun laughed, took off the mask on his face, and his delicate and handsome face immediately appeared completely in front of the three of them.
Lin Yun!
The buried beauty was actually Lin Yun, who was in the Tianpo realm. The three of them were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
How is this possible?
Lin Yun fastened the purple jade divine bamboo flute to his waist, and stepped in front of the three of them. He stared at Yan Teng, making the latter feel unimaginable fear.
He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but his legs were shaking and wouldn't obey his orders.
"Since you're such a loser, you can't stand still, so don't take it anymore!"
Lin Yun summoned the funeral flower, the sword light flashed, and Yan Teng's knees were instantly chopped into pieces, and he knelt down with a thud.
"Lin Yun, you are looking for death!" Yan Teng was heartbroken in pain. He glared at Lin Yun and said angrily: "You bastard, if you dare to kill me, the Fuyun Sword Sect will be destroyed!"
"You have such doggy eyes that you like to be arrogant, so you'd better stop doing it!"
Lin Yun slashed with the sword again, and Yan Teng's eyes were instantly destroyed, and blood kept pouring out of the eye sockets.
"My eyes!"
Yan Teng was in pain and panicked. He covered his eyes with his hands and trembled uncontrollably.
"Since you like to bully others, it's better to stop using it!"
Lin Yun swung two swords, the sword light flickered, blood flowed like a fountain, and Yan Teng's arms immediately flew out.
"No! No! No!"
Yan Teng screamed in despair. He felt extremely regretful. He never thought that a Tianpo who was humiliated two days ago would come back with such a cruel revenge two days later.
"You hurt my demon pet and insult my dignity. You can get out of here and don't be a human again in the next life!"
Lin Yun's sword flew past, and Yan Teng's head flew out alone.
Dead silence!
Xuan Fei and Lei Lan were frightened. They looked at all this with their mouths wide open and couldn't make a sound no matter what.
They... what kind of existence did they provoke?
thump!
The two of them knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Lin... Lin Yun, he is the mastermind, Yanteng... is the mastermind, we really have never thought of being your enemy."
"I am the most fair person. You both gave me a slap in the face, and I will give you a sword in the evening."
Before the two of them could finish their plea for mercy, Lin Yun swung out his sword and sheathed it.
Clang!
Blood suddenly splattered on their necks. They tried their best to cover their necks, but nothing could stop the blood from pouring out.
Lin Yun put on a mask, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.
In the eyes of other disciples of the sect who came over, he was playing the flute, covered in moonlight, playing tunes that no one could understand, singing with his sword, and walking away on the clouds.
A piece of music breaks the heart and intestines, where can I find a close friend in the end of the world?
A song has caused chaos in the country, how can we be like an object in the pond? This sword body is extraordinary!
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