Chapter 1120 This sword is extraordinary!(1/3)
Chapter 1,120
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!
To be continued...