After Lin Yun finished using the Earth Word Sword Technique, his sword technique suddenly changed, and every sword contained a mysterious light.
Bang!
Every attack from the Golden Holy Fire Whip would be counterattacked twice as hard. Not only did Luo Yuan fail to hurt Lin Yun.
Instead, his arm was numb from the shock, his palm was split open, and blood seeped out.
After the nine swords, a mysterious character appeared.
Lin Yun made a backhand sword, and the power from the golden holy fire whip was rolled back.
Boom!
The golden holy fire whip rolled back was like a river filled with flames, flowing back towards Luo Yuan.
Luo Yuan's face changed slightly and he quickly let go of his arms.
break!
Taking this opportunity, Lin Yun flew up and struck the golden dragon shadow with a sword.
The water of the great river came up from the sky, but the white dragon was not seen for three hundred years.
When I look at the world from the sky, you and the bright moon are both stunning.
Swish, swish, swish!
Three sword lights, one was released from Lin Yun, one was a white dragon flying out of the water, and one was a figure flying out of the bright moon in the sky.
Bang!
The sword light overlapped, standing in the shadow of the golden dragon, and directly opened a huge hole.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun got out of it, and the pressure suddenly decreased, and the dragon roared in his body.
The 50,000-foot Dragon Yuan instantly boiled, and under the stimulation of the Shenxiao Sword Technique, the majestic Dragon Yuan power filled the whole body.
In the sky, there is a ten-foot-long dragon shadow looming, and between breaths, the dragon essence is rolling like lava.
"Ten feet!"
"Oh my god, he has transformed 100% of his dragon essence!"
"How is this possible?"
In an instant, the entire Tianchi Villa was boiling. Nangong Yan and others looked at Lin Yun as if they were looking at monsters.
They converted 30% to 40% Dragon Yuan, which is quite impressive, but Lin Yun directly converted 100%!!
When you first enter the dragon vein, is it the peak of the first level?
Everyone was dumbfounded and shocked by the prestige displayed by Lin Yun. This was simply like a legend.
The sword is shocking!
Tianchi Shengjun looked at Lin Yun, and three words popped into his mind, as if he had seen Jian Jingtian back then.
"not good!"
Luo Yuan reacted very quickly and moved away without paying attention to the discarded golden holy fire whip.
But even so, Lin Yun's sword still stabbed his right shoulder.
Phew!
The tip of the sword was so sharp that it passed directly through the shoulder.
Luo Yuan spat out the blood, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and almost at the same time as stabbing him, the firelight from his left hand struck Lin Yun.
Bang!
He ran wild with blood all over his body. This palm was extremely terrifying, and the two figures immediately separated in the air.
Firelight shattered in the air, sword light swam, and chaos reigned.
After Luo Yuan landed, he rolled around and stood up awkwardly. He looked up, and a strange color immediately flashed in his eyes.
The palm he just struck did not hurt Lin Yun. The nearly 40,000 purple-gold dragon patterns withstood the blow. Lin Yun's energy and blood surged, but he managed to block the blow.
Whoosh!
Without any hesitation, he slapped his palm on the ground, and on the way to charge forward, he held the Golden Holy Fire Whip again.
Boom!
At this moment, he had no reservations, and the small moonlight sky bloomed behind him.
The golden holy fire whip was thrown out mercilessly, and each whip shadow was enough to kill the leader of the second level dragon vein realm.
Wherever the whip shadow passed, the air was cut into pieces, and the void in front was being cut open like a glacier.
Swish, swish, swish!
Lin Yun used his physical skills to the limit, but many times, he still couldn't avoid them.
Even with the funeral flowers to resist, he could still feel the ferocious force, which shook his internal organs and made him almost vomit blood several times.
"die!"
Luo Yuan held the golden holy fire whip and drew it out like a barb from top to bottom.
Whoosh!
The Golden Crow Holy Wing on Lin Yun's left was cut off in half, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched in pain. Luo Yuan stepped forward and turned his wrist.
Whoosh!
The golden holy fire whip circled around him, turned into a golden fire dragon, and whipped towards Lin Yun fiercely.
Bang!
Lin Yun dodged away, but the ground was completely shattered. The floor and formations were shattered, leaving a mess.
Bang bang bang!
Luo Yuan's offensive continued continuously, his face was extremely ferocious, and his moves were almost fatal, which made everyone's heart tremble with fear.
At the same time, under the attack of the two heroes within the Xuantian Sect, everyone in the Sword Sect was defeated one by one.
Soon only the four saints were left struggling to support themselves.
Phew!
Jiang Cheng was slapped away with a palm, and Zhao Yan was crushed to pieces with all his sword strength. Only two sisters, Ye Ziling, were left holding on.
Snowflakes were flying in front of the Holy Dragon Flag.
Snow obsidian sparkled in the eyes of the two, ice, snow and thunder roared, a divine dragon appeared on Ye Ziling's body, and every sword was full of the power of the divine dragon.
But not long after, Ye Ziyun could no longer block it, and was hit by a palm from the air, causing her to vomit blood and fall to her knees.
"Still not as good as you..."
Ye Ziyun looked at Ye Ziling who was still holding on and smiled bitterly.
Ye Ziling said nothing, waved her long sleeves, and bounced the injured Ye Ziyun away, and faced the two heroes in the Xuantian Sect alone.
Liu Yu and Bai Kuang of Xuantian Sect fought successively. Although they consumed a lot of money, they became more and more courageous and fierce.
I thought that there was only one Ye Ziling left, and I could take it down easily, but every time I got close, the snowflakes in the opponent's eyes started to turn.
Glowing with golden light, her Xue Yaohua bloodline is different from Ye Ziyun, and the golden light is like the eyes of a dragon.
The divine light is radiant, and the sword light captures the soul.
At a glance, his whole body was trembling, and his cultivation advantage was still unable to be used.
In the snowflakes flying all over the sky, Ye Ziling is like a goddess dragon, holding a holy sword in her hand, flying among the flowers, and the lightning crackles and explodes.
Although he was embarrassed, he refused to give an inch in front of the holy dragon battle flag.
It is as if the holy dragon battle flag flying in the strong wind is the flag of the Sword Sect. With the flag in hand and the sword in hand, they will never admit defeat.
The situation on the field suddenly became extremely dangerous.
"Haha, do you still dare to be distracted and seek death?"
Luo Yuan's expression turned cold, and the golden holy fire whip in his hand directly wrapped around the Flower Burial Sword, buzzing, and the sword kept trembling in Lin Yun's hand.
Lin Yun tried several times but could not break free.
At the same time, a flame spread from the whip, and soon the entire right hand holding the sword was burning.
Luo Yuan tugged his wrist several times and found that he could not pull out the opponent's sword. He immediately let go of his hand and the golden holy fire whip rushed over like a bolt of lightning.
Lin Yun's expression changed slightly, he quickly let go and took three steps back.
"I said that today, every one of the Sword Sect will kneel down and beg for mercy. So what about the Yaoguang disciples!"
Luo Yuan smiled ferociously, rose up in the air, and flew towards Lin Yun.
The opponent's biggest reliance is the sword's will. Without the Burial Flower Sword, it depends on how you fight with me.
Lin Yun was suppressing the flames in his right hand. When he saw the opponent approaching, he immediately raised his eyes and glared at him.
The eyes of the divine dragon, the sun and the moon look back.
The glance back that had blasted Huang Xuanyi reappeared, but Luo Yuan was already on guard and poured dragon essence into his eyes.
But even so, he was still knocked back by the sudden power of the divine dragon.
Lin Yun saw that the flame in his right hand was burning, so he simply stopped caring about it and stretched out his hand.
Whoosh!
The White Dragon Holy Sword inserted in the distance shook a few times and jumped out like a flying dragon.
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held it tightly with five fingers. The chill from the white holy sword instantly extinguished the flame.
This chill made Lin Yun feel extremely comfortable all over his body. It was really a Xingyao Sacred Sword.
Seeing Lin Yun holding the White Dragon Holy Sword, Luo Yuan suddenly became anxious. He had tried his best to get the Burial Flower Sword away, but how could he let Lin Yun pull out the White Dragon Holy Sword as he wished?
Lin Yun smiled, turned around, looked into the distance and said: "Ye Ziling, take the sword!"
Whoosh!
The sword struck across the sky like a thunderous giant striking the sun, and appeared in front of Ye Ziling at just the right moment.
Ye Ziling stretched out her hand and grasped it, huffing, the scabbard flew into the distance, and the sword appeared in her right hand.
Boom!
The shadow of the dragon surrounding her
, immediately became solid and clear, turning into a flawless white dragon.
"not good!"
Xuantian Sect's top two heroes, Liu Yu and Bai Kuang, immediately felt a great pressure, and Ye Ziling's sword power skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Seek death!"
Seeing Lin Yun throw the sword out and bully Luo Yuan in front of him, he roared angrily, and the blood in his body boiled like a sea of fire.
Thump thump!
His heart was beating wildly, and his steps were like a burning giant furnace, with three dragon veins looming. Under this near-crazy blood energy, people felt an instinctive fear, and the blood energy was suppressed as if it had solidified.
There is no way, this is the advantage of strengthening the blood energy of the third level of Dragon Vein, even the Blue Dragon Holy Heaven Art cannot compete with it.
The divine sky transforms into the underworld!
Bang bang bang!
The moment Lin Yun activated the Shenxiao Sword Technique, Luo Yuan's fist shadow came like a violent storm. Every punch made Lin Yun groan and step back.
After dozens of punches, Lin Yun was unable to retreat and was forced into a desperate situation.
But the Nether Flower behind him finally fully bloomed. Its twenty-four petals held up a black sky, making Lin Yun, who was wearing a green shirt, look particularly cold.
"Yaoguang disciple, kneel down for me!"
Luo Yuan went berserk and struck out with another heavy punch, roaring like a flaming dragon.
In the desperate situation, the Dragon Yuan Hai in the Dragon Phoenix Cauldron rose up from the sea. With a boom, Lin Yun's eyes were filled with blood. A destructive power rushed into the cauldron and filled his body. The ancient power of chaos was running wildly in his body.
Lin Yun calmed down, and the Tianlong imprinted on the Dragon-Phoenix Cauldron was activated. He raised his hand and punched out.
Netherworld Palm Dragon Phoenix!
Bang!
The two fists collided, and Luo Yuan, who had always had the upper hand, was directly blasted hundreds of meters away.
Lin Yun stood where he was, not moving at all.
"How is it possible..."
Luo Yuan spat out blood and looked at Lin Yun in disbelief.
Although he was entering the third level of Dragon Vein for the first time, he could not suppress Lin Yun who was entering the Dragon Vein for the first time.
Especially since the opponent didn't have a sword in his hand, endless unwillingness spread in his heart. Luo Yuan roared: "Great Flame Dragon Fist!"
It was this move again, the killing move that had defeated the three masters before, appeared in front of everyone again.
Everyone looked stern and felt great pressure. They could clearly see that there was a primitive holy pattern condensing in Luo Yuan's palm.
It is the Flame Dragon Sacred Mark!
The will of fire is blessed with the Flame Dragon Sacred Pattern, which evolves ghost-level high-grade martial arts. Once this punch is released, the gods and ghosts are invincible.
Whoosh!
But no one expected that Lin Yun, who knocked back his opponent with one punch, took a step forward and took the lead in launching the offensive.
He flew up, and while he was in the air, every meridian, every ray of blood, every inch of muscle, every dragon pattern, and even the sword intention deep between his brows, all rushed towards his arms.
All the strength in Lin Yun's body was concentrated in his hands, and then his ten fingers kept changing.
Boom!
With every change, Lin Yun's blood energy was depleted, transforming into waves of majestic dragon power that kept superimposing on him.
When the dragon's power was superimposed ten times, Lin Yun put his hands together, and an extremely mysterious mark appeared in his palms.
The next moment, Lin Yun's eyes turned golden, and a fierce and domineering ultimate dragon power was released in his palms.
The supreme dragon seal, the flying dragon!
One hundred phantoms of the divine dragon flew out of his body. The phantom of the divine dragon merged with the power of heaven. Lin Yun held the Supreme Dragon Seal in his hand and punched out.
Bang!
Luo Yuan's right hand exploded into a ball of blood mist when he punched, and the small moon wheel behind him shattered with a click.
Phew!
Luo Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out. His right hand was directly blown away, and he was completely stunned.
The whole place was silent, deathly silent.
Even the Holy Lord of Tianchi was stunned for a long time. His scalp felt numb and he looked at Lin Yun in shock.
thump!
On the other side, holding the White Dragon Holy Sword, Ye Ziling stabbed with his sword. Bai Kuang and Liu Yu each had a hole punched out. After they knelt on the ground, the power of the sword immediately fell, and they were unable to get up.
Lin Yun raised his head and happened to catch Ye Ziling's gaze. The two looked at each other and smiled.
There was silence all around, except for the holy dragon battle flag behind Ye Ziling, which was facing the wind and making a sound.
