Lin Yun landed next to Ye Ziling, his cheeks hidden under the mask felt chilly, and his eyes were cold.
The endless vitality was quickly disappearing from Ye Ziling's body. She was like a withered flower, slowly withering away.
This woman can obviously leave!
Not daring to delay at all, he took out a Nirvana Pill and quickly bent down and put it into the other person's mouth.
The moment the pill entered the mouth, Ye Ziling's face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. But the Nirvana Pill, which is said to be reborn from the ashes and can instantly return to its peak as long as there is a breath, only stopped the opponent's injuries.
Her tightly closed eyes showed no sign of waking up, and her consciousness was still in a deep sleep.
It can be seen how badly she was hurt after Lin Yun and others left.
"Boss, he is the Young Master Burying Flowers... a ruthless man who has recently become famous in Cangxuan Mansion. He killed the Ben Lei Demon Sword directly in front of everyone in the Tianxing Pavilion of Cangxuan Demon Realm!"
Xiao Kun saw where Lin Yun was coming from, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and he struggled to get up in embarrassment.
The remaining evil cultivators all had a look of horror on their faces and quietly retreated a long distance away.
The Playboy has been quiet recently and has only appeared a few times, but his past deeds have long been known to everyone, and in the eyes of evil cultivators, he is as good as a murderous god.
In mid-air, Thunder Eagle stared at Lin Yun, his expression derived from the black and white face mask extremely gloomy.
"The rumors seem to be true. You are indeed a direct disciple of the Fuyun Sword Sect!" Lei Ying looked at Lin Yun with a ferocious expression. The majestic murderous intention was not concealed in the black and white faceband.
"It has nothing to do with you, be prepared to pay the price!"
Lin Yun looked up and looked at the thunder eagle in the distance, his voice was cold and ruthless.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, stop pretending to be a ghost in front of me. Your little tricks to save the beauty in front of me are not enough. Others are afraid of you, but I, Thunder Eagle, have never taken you seriously!"
Thunder Eagle is dressed in a raincoat and a black and white scarf under the bamboo hat, covering his face, making him look mysterious and weird.
There was a hint of sarcasm on the face mask that changed like ink. He had always looked down upon the so-called buried beauties.
It's just a matter of mastering some music, and that's why a small place like Cangxuan Mansion would make such a fuss.
Whoops!
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a thunderbolt and flew away through the air. The thunder and fire on his body condensed into extremely terrifying black magic flames, and soon his whole body was wrapped in it.
Boom!
One after another, lightning nearly ten feet long tore through the void on his left side, evolving into large demonic vultures condensed with lightning; wisps of flames condensed into groups of firebirds on his right side.
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Firebirds and demonic vultures, accompanied by the advance of thunder eagles, instantly blocked the sky and the sun, and the entire sky was a strange phenomenon derived from thunder and flames.
This kind of vision alone is enough to easily severely damage a strong man in the Dharma Realm. Thunder Eagle dares to be so arrogant, so he naturally has the confidence and capital.
Buzz!
Under Lin Yun's mask, the sword cocoon hidden in the center of his eyebrows trembled and buzzed. Under these changes, the silver mask bloomed with an unprecedented gorgeous light.
The entire mask was like a lake formed by the reflection of the silver moon. For the first time since he broke the bottleneck, he activated the sword cocoon between his eyebrows.
The majestic and vast sword intent surged in Lin Yun, and he whispered softly, "There are clouds beyond the clouds, and there is a sky beyond the sky!"
Click!
His voice was ethereal, but each word was as heavy as a mountain, opening up the world. When all eight words were finished, the sky shrouded in thunder and fire exploded with cracks in an instant.
countless
The light seeped out from the cracks and fell on Lin Yun.
That is the light of the sun above the floating clouds, that is the sword intention above the sky, that is the glory and legend that belongs to the swordsman.
Bang!
The Thunder Eagle, which was attacking fiercely, was caught off guard and was shocked. It took three steps back in mid-air. The coir raincoat on its body flashed with luster and rippled, and it suffered an unimaginable sword attack.
The wind! It rose behind Lin Yun!
His silver shirt was fluttered, his silver hair was messed up, and the cheeks covered by the silver moon mask were hidden by strands of silver hair. His face was completely invisible, only those eyes, with the sword light lingering and murderous intent rising into the sky.
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The blood in Lin Yun's body boiled, and all the Star Demon Flowers burned crazily. He shouted angrily: "God is in the sky, my sword turns into the sky!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Violent explosions resounded in the sky, and swarms of firebirds and thunder vultures were all ready to be chopped to pieces by the sword intent above the floating clouds.
At this moment, Lin Yun was like a god, and his words echoed between heaven and earth like fairy sounds.
At this moment, the sky was completely clear again, and all the light and sword intent fell on Lin Yun without hesitation.
A dazzling silver light bloomed from his body, and as he looked, Lei Ying spat out a mouthful of blood and was directly knocked away.
"Shenxiao Sword Intent?!"
The sarcasm on Thunder Eagle's face mask disappeared in an instant. He knew very well what Shenxiao's sword intention meant. It was a sword intention that even those in the Dragon Vein Realm could not easily master, and it was extremely rare even in the ancient realm.
wrong!
If it was really Shenxiao's sword intention, he had just struck, and in his current condition, he would have been at least half dead, not to mention dead.
But even so, it's not far off.
Xiao Kun and many other evil cultivators were all frightened when they saw this scene. With just a few words, the thunder eagle was blown away by vomiting blood. This was too terrifying.
Although this Thunder Eagle is definitely not in peak condition, he first fought against two great magic pills, then fought against Ye Ziling, and even risked his own astrology.
But after all, he is Thunder Eagle, with a cultivation level of half-step to the divine elixir realm, a ruthless man who can kill Qin Feng with just one slap, and the number one evil cultivator in Ku Xuan Hai.
Ahem!
Thunder Eagle landed on the ground, hunched over and coughed violently. The blood dyed the black and white scarf on his face a dazzling scarlet red.
"Tsk, tsk, the tiger fell to the plain and was bullied by the dog..." The thunder eagle monster laughed a few times, and an extremely powerful aura slowly spread from its body.
Just a moment ago, the momentum that was severely damaged by the half-step of Shenxiao's sword energy gathered again.
And he was still racing wildly. His foundation was so powerful that Lin Yun felt a little difficult to breathe. His face gradually became serious. This Thunder Eagle was by no means an ordinary evil cultivator. He belonged to the demonic sect he belonged to back then.
, the reputation is probably extremely exaggerated.
"It's a pity that you don't look good enough in front of me after all. Haha, I don't care where you come from. If you go against me, there is only one result: death!"
Thunder Eagle sneered and suddenly pulled out the purple weapon. It was a lightning blade shining with lightning.
"Hahaha!"
The hoarse-voiced Thunder Eagle laughed wildly. He held the thunder blade in his hand and released all the pressure within it.
That knife... Xiao Kun's pupils shrank sharply. Boss Lei was really pushed to the edge. He couldn't even remember the last time the other party used that thunder blade.
Holy soldier?
Lin Yun's eyelids twitched, he put the purple jade divine bamboo flute to his lips, and quickly started playing without any hesitation.
"Die!"
The Thunder Eagle held the holy weapon in its hand and fought over with a ferocious smile. The thunder blade kept waving in mid-air. Clang, clang, clang, all kinds of strange phenomena transformed by the music were chopped up one after another, and it was in front of Lin Yun in the blink of an eye.
Where do the flowers come from?
Lin Yunchu becomes calm, the sound has five tones, Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, the rhythm has Huangzhong, Dalu, Taicu... the twelve layers of yin and yang.
In an instant, he played all the mysteries of the prince's music, the yin and yang and the five elements, the sun and the moon, the heaven and the earth changing, all in the sound of the flute.
boom!
At that critical moment when the sword was about to chop down, a bloody rose suddenly bloomed in front of him.
The bloody rose, which combines half-step fourth-grade sword intent and the voice of the prince, is crystal clear, bloody glaze, cold and beautiful.
Bang!
The sword light struck the rose, and the harsh sound of gold and iron followed. Sparks flew everywhere, and the aftermath rippled around in the air.
Lin Yun's flute sound continued, and he took the opportunity to take a few steps back.
Click!
The bloody rose only lasted for a moment before it was chopped into pieces by Thunder Eagle, who rushed out overlapping petal fragments.
With a casual wave of his hand, the holy pattern on the thunder blade swayed and lingered into a ray of light, chopping up many strange phenomena derived from the music in mid-air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He looked crazy, roaring constantly, and the bright sword light kept flashing in his field of vision.
Every time, the sword light could easily occupy his pupils, as if the next second, he would be torn into pieces by the sword light.
But Lin Yun could always condense the vision at the critical moment to block this vicious killing sword.
Boom!
Finally, the vision of Chenguang Sword Technique reached its peak, and Lin Yun's flute sound became high-pitched, like a real dragon rushing into the sky.
I come from the sky, and flowers rise from the palm of my hand.
I have nothing in this world, so I give you white horse hooves.
With just one thought, the dust light disperses and shines through thousands of mountains and rivers!
White flowers bloomed one after another in the void. The flowers were shining with holy light, like lights flickering, and the destructive sword force rising from the ground amid the sound of Lin Yun's flute.
He passed among thousands of flowers, stood up playing the flute, dressed in silver fir trees, and the fairy light bloomed.
"Kill me!"
When the Thunder Eagle saw such a magnificent vision, his scalp suddenly became numb and his hoarse throat roared.
He held the thunder blade in his hand with both hands, and a hundred holy patterns bloomed on the blade at the same time, creating black lightning that shot up into the sky.
Boom!
The sky darkened in an instant, and immediately, the Thunder Eagle struck down with a sword. The light of the sword and the thunder evolved into a giant black hand. The giant hand was branded with magic patterns and entwined with blood, and fell from the sky.
This is absolute power, this is the pressure of the Holy Soldier, this is the dignity of the Half-Step Divine Pill.
Bang!
The sea of flowers blooming in the sky was crushed by a palm, and Lin Yun, who was left alone in the world, was directly photographed on the spot.
Click!
The ground was shaking crazily, and then exploded, dust was flying, and huge boulders were flying across the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Xiao Kun and the other evil cultivators who had retreated far away landed next to Thunder Eagle one by one, looking into the distance with solemn expressions.
Suddenly, they all broke into a cold sweat. In the dust that filled the sky, a figure struggled to stand up. The position where it stood was clearly where Ye Ziling was.
The sky collapsed, the ground collapsed, and the entire Blood Stone Forest was destroyed by this shocking blow.
Only the place where Lin Yun was was intact.
He bent over and stood up in embarrassment. In the dust, he couldn't see the figure of the buried beauties. He might have felt a gaze piercing the void, burning with flames, staring at them.
The fight will not end until the blood is exhausted!
[There are still chapters, let’s take a look at it tomorrow morning.]
