In the chaotic battlefield, Lin Yun carried the funeral flowers and took the initiative to kill Zhao Wuji.
He was very strong, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and he let his murderous intent run rampant without any concealment.
"You want to kill me? Oh, you are asking for your own death."
Zhao Wuji had a sneer on his face, not panicking at all. There was more than just the Purple Yuan Realm Half-Saint next to him as a guard.
He is usually domineering and ruthless, overtly and covertly offending countless people.
People like him cherish life the most and will never put themselves in desperate danger at any time.
Lin Yun went on a rampage all the way, and many of the deacon disciples of Black Feather Palace died under his sword almost immediately after they met.
As a semi-saint, no one can block his sword.
In just a short time, Lin Yun's sword killed as many as twenty people, killing so many people that they were frightened, and no one dared to stand in the way.
After a while.
Lin Yun was less than a hundred meters away from Zhao Wuji. Behind him lay corpses and rivers of blood.
Zhao Wuji looked flamboyant and allowed Lin Yun's murderous intention to attack him without any fear.
Whoosh!
Before Lin Yun could take a step, four black figures sprang out, wearing black clothes and black faces, covered from head to tail.
These are Zhao Wuji's own dead warriors. They all have Qingyuan realm semi-saint cultivation. They are more terrifying than the elders of Black Feather Palace.
Because they are not afraid of death, as long as they give an order, they will not frown even when facing a strong person in the holy realm.
Four astrological scrolls bloomed behind them, a black ancient snake broke out of them, and they drew out their black daggers.
His whole body was burning with purple magic flames, like an emotionless killing machine, with an extremely cold look in his eyes.
A sneer appeared on Zhao Wuji's lips. He had high hopes for these four people. At the critical moment, these four people could self-destruct at any time.
This is an execution power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. One half-saint's self-destruction is enough to severely damage Ye Qingtian's body in an instant. If four half-saints self-destruct at the same time, no matter whether he is a prodigy of thousands of years, his whole body will be shattered and his bones will be broken, and he will die without a burial place.
In addition, these four people have their own unique killing moves. They are all ruthless people who fight for their lives. They are born to kill.
This is a chaotic battlefield.
The Sword Sect and the Black Feather Palace fought like crazy, and each of them ended up with the Tianyuan Half Saint. This was a very rare Half Saint showdown.
Within a thousand miles, the sky and the earth changed. All kinds of terrifying visions erupted one after another, and everyone in the distance was frightened.
Zhao Wuji remained calm, letting the strong wind blow his long hair, revealing his stern and solemn face, with an unruly and sharp edge between his eyebrows.
With the roar of the wind in his ears, the sound of killings from all directions, and the sudden attack of a powerful enemy not far away, Zhao Wuji sneered, as if provoking, and calmly took out a wine glass from his sleeve.
Immediately, a sword servant came forward, brought out fine wine and filled it for him.
"Fight with me! I'll kill you like a butchered dog!" Zhao Wuji drank it all in one gulp without concealing his voice, deliberately letting Lin Yun hear it.
He is not afraid at all, he is just crazy!
He has full confidence in the four semi-saints.
It has to be said that the four Semi-Saint Death Soldiers are indeed very strong, and Lin Yun noticed an unusual aura as soon as they faced them.
When the ancient seals bloomed in the eyes of the four people at the same time, a murderous aura rushed into the sky, and the terrifying evil aura instantly spread over them.
The sneer at the corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth became even colder.
Whoosh!
The figures on both sides intersected, and as soon as a flash of light flashed, four heads flew out at the same time.
With one sword, the sky rose and the earth descended, and a ray of light flashed.
That was the beginning of chaos, the beginning of reincarnation, the first light born between heaven and earth.
With one sword, he killed the four saints, heads were rolling, and Lin Yun's footsteps did not stop at all.
"It's the light of a moment!"
Gu Zijing and Jiang Yunting felt their scalps numb at the sight. They had long heard that Ye Qingtian in the Six Saints City was the half-saint killed with this sword.
Originally, several people were quite regretful that they did not see this sword at the Famous Sword Conference. Now that they saw it, they finally understood why Ye Qingtian did not use this sword.
He also knew that what he said at the beginning was true. If he didn't want to kill Feng Shaoyu, he would have easily defeated him.
"A moment of light."
Zhao Wuji's face instantly turned pale, and the hand holding the wine glass kept trembling in the wind.
The corners of his mouth twitched and his cheeks trembled slightly. Damn it, the rumors turned out to be true. There really was such a sword.
"Young Master, let's go first. I'll stop him." The face of the Ziyuan Realm Half-Saint next to him changed slightly, and he quickly tried to persuade him.
"I won't leave! Am I afraid of him? Tianyuan, kill this person for me, I want him to carry the sword on his back!" Zhao Wuji's face was gloomy and stubborn. He said the name of the Ziyuan Realm Half Saint, gritting his teeth.
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Semi-Saint Tianyuan had a look of helplessness on his face. He couldn't help but think too much at this moment. Lin Yun had already completely killed him.
Whoosh!
His body swayed slightly, faint ripples appeared in the void, and the rules of the Holy Path lingered around him.
Wisps of purple holy energy rose slowly, and he stood suspended in the air. Those rules of the holy way condensed into purple flowers. He was as carefree and vast as a saint.
He is also a Half-Saint in the Purple Yuan Realm. This person is infinitely better than Feng Shaoyu. His calm and unbreakable aura makes all the aura in the world gather on him.
"Bring the table and bring the wine! Today, this young master must see his head fall to the ground!"
Zhao Wuji roared angrily, and the three sword servants did not dare to say anything. They stepped forward and quickly brought out a table and a gorgeous chair.
Zhao Wuji leaned on the chair, while the three sword servants Tiger, Leopard, Dog and Dog were trembling, their legs and feet were trembling.
They couldn't imagine that Lin Yun, whom they had greeted before at the dojo, could be so terrifying.
Deep down, they didn't want to stay here at all, but if Zhao Wuji insisted on leaving, they wouldn't dare to run away first.
"Pour the wine!"
Zhao Wuji didn't care, the wine formed a straight line in front of him, and he filled the wine glass little by little. He stared straight at the Heavenly Ape Half-Saint who was confronting Lin Yun.
"Your Excellency is indeed a swordsman prodigy who is rare to see in five hundred years. It is really a pity to kill you. It's a pity that you still have to die. You are offended!"
The Heavenly Ape Half-Saint didn't waste any time, he drew out a holy sword, with the rules of the holy way lingering in it, he raised his hand and stabbed it out.
Bang!
When the sword thrust out, the air exploded like an avalanche. Wherever the sword light passed, anyone who stood in its way was invincible.
This sword is extremely skillful but not skillful. It uses force to overwhelm people. It has no tricks, but it is better than thousands of sword techniques in the Nirvana realm.
The Half-Saint Tianyuan is very smart. He didn't play any fancy tricks with Lin Yun. He was just ruthless!
"good!"
When Zhao Wuji saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing, and reached out to pick up the cup on the table.
Lin Yun activated the Burial Flower Double Star Yao, raised his sword to block the opponent's sword, and turned it slightly.
Whoosh!
The two bodies seemed to have shifted and changed places, and they passed each other. Lin Yun was knocked away directly, without even holding his sword.
Whoosh!
He turned around again and landed lightly on the table in front of Zao Wuji. He stretched out his hand to grab the wine glass that had just been filled in front of Zhao Wuji, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Zhao Wuji was stunned, dumbfounded on the spot, and thought he was dazzled.
"Young Master!"
The half-sage Tianyuan was shocked and pale, and then he realized that it was not that Ye Qingtian couldn't block this sword, he was using this golden cicada to escape from its shell and gain something else.
Knowing that he had been deceived, the Half-Saint Tianyuan was furious and wanted to rush over to help Zhao Wuji, but something happened just now.
Lin Yun's sword, which was knocked away, seemed to be held by someone. The two lights bloomed and displayed exquisite sword skills, directly dragging him down.
This is the funeral flower!
"Good wine, actually a thousand-year-old fire. I haven't drank this wine for many years."
Lin Yun played with the wine glass and looked at Zhao Wuji who was close at hand with a smile on his face.
run!
The three sword servants were so frightened that they turned around and wanted to run away without caring about the friendship between master and servant.
Lin Yun pointed his swords at the same time, and in the blink of an eye there were three swords, each sword hitting the center of the eyebrow.
Before the three sword servants could turn around, a hole appeared in their foreheads, and they fell to the ground in despair.
Zhao Wuji woke up with a start, sitting on the gorgeous chair as if on pins and needles, not daring to move at all.
Damn it!
His face was pale, and the five fingers holding the armrest were deeply imprinted on it.
It was impossible to beg for mercy. There was no word begging for mercy in Zhao Wuji's dictionary. He simply risked his life and said coldly: "Kill me if you dare. Let's see if the eleven swordsmanship holy places will let you go."
go!"
Lin Yunli ignored him, held the wine glass in his right hand, and punched it directly.
Bang!
With this punch, supported by Lin Yun's twin sword stars, Zhao Wuji and his chair were all reduced to slag. To be precise, there was no scum left.
The Qingyuan Half-Saint didn't dare to be arrogant in front of Lin Yun. Who gave him the courage to be arrogant in front of Lin Yun when he was just a Nine-Yuan Nirvana!
"Young Master!!"
The half-saint Tianyuan was stunned with shock, five thunders struck his mind, Zhao Wuji was dead...
How is this possible? How could he be so bold?
"Ye Qingtian, you have caused a big disaster, you..." Semi-Saint Tianyuan was furious and was about to scold him.
A thunderous shout cut off his words.
"Old dog, come up and fight! If you can leave the whole body, I lose!"
Lin Yun summoned Burying Flowers, holding a sword in one hand and a wine flask in the other, pointing the sword's edge directly at the Half-Saint Celestial Ape.
People who saw such courage were shocked. Before the people in Black Feather Palace could get angry, Ye Qingtian took the lead.
For a moment, everyone was confused and couldn't believe that Zhao Wuji was really dead.
The half-sage Tianyuan was stunned for a while, then woke up, and suddenly became furious: "You are looking for death!"
He had never been so humiliated before. Not only did the murderer not run away, but instead called him an old dog and rolled him over to die.
Even a human being can't bear it, not to mention he is a Half-Saint in the Purple Yuan Realm.
Whoosh!
Without even thinking, the half-sage Tian Yuan rushed to the wine table.
"Well done!"
Lin Yun picked up the wine flask filled with thousand-year fire, raised his head and took a sip, and faced the fight directly with the funeral flower in hand.
On the small wine table, a shocking fight broke out in an instant.
The moment Tian Yuan Half Saint came to the table, he regretted it. He felt that the sword in his hand was completely stuck, as if he was in a rapidly flowing river, completely trapped in the opponent's artistic conception. Zi Yuan Half Saint's advantage was not available at all.
Bring it into play.
"Liuyun doesn't fight to be the first!"
But Lin Yun couldn't stop laughing. The sword light was as elegant as a fairy. The second volume of the Firefly Divine Sword completely changed its appearance in his hands.
At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by Yu Qingfeng, with the invincible demeanor of the strongest sword emperor in three thousand years.
At this moment, the myth came, and he was the Sword Emperor Yu Qingfeng, but he had an extra bit of youthful and arrogant pride.
When you're drunk, it's not like the sky is on the water. The boat is filled with clear dreams that overwhelm the stars.
Who knows that my heart is like the moon? Whoever laughs is the person in the painting.
“Good wine!”
"Good wine! Hahaha!"
Lin Yun went crazy. He seemed to be really drunk. He continued to display the complete secrets of the Thirteen Firefly Swords regardless of the situation.
Even if the other party forced a breakthrough in the rules of the holy way, Lin Yun still resisted. If he hurt me one point, I would give him ten times as much!
Just fight!
Keep drinking, keep fighting!
The sword light surged, and the blood flowed wildly. Both of them were blinded by the killing, and their bodies were covered with blood, and they couldn't tell whether it was their own or the opponent's.
The Half-Saint Tianyuan panicked. He felt that the other party was crazy and was desperate for his life, but he still wanted his life. He gave up and tried his best to leave this table.
"Hahaha, don't leave, don't leave, and take another strike from me!"
Lin Yun couldn't stop laughing. He was so wild that he couldn't even stand on his heels. He was really drunk, but the more drunk he got, the harder the sword became.
The sharpness in his eyes seemed to be filled with blood.
Lin Yun was really drunk, and he vented all his repression and anger in this battle.
It's unclear whether he dragged him to use the Thirteen Fireflies Swords by himself, or whether he took the initiative to use the Thirteen Fireflies Swords.
Or maybe Yu Qingfeng is really possessed, and the flowing water does not compete to be first, but to keep flowing.
Thirteen swords, one sword is more crazy than the other, each sword is stronger than the other, the waves are rolling and rolling.
When the last sword was used, the shocking duel, which was as fast as lightning and as strong as a violent storm, finally subsided.
Both of them had disheveled hair and were covered in blood.
The only difference is that the half-saint Tian Yuan's face is ashen, Lin Yun is holding the wine glass and holding the funeral flowers, his eyes are bright.
"You lost." Lin Yun grinned with blood on his face.
"You are a madman!" Tian Yuan Half Saint said through gritted teeth.
"If you are not crazy, you will not survive. If you are not romantic, you will waste your youth. If you lose, you will get lost!"
Lin Yun smiled like a demon, half drunk and half crazy, he flicked his wrist, the funeral flower trembled, and the sword light was so domineering that he sent the half-sage Tian Yuan away.
Bang!
The moment Tian Yuan Half-Saint left the wine table, his body, which had already been covered with sword marks, fell apart in an instant and was blown to pieces.
"I won."
Lin Yun grinned, and everyone who looked at him couldn't help but take a breath.
But it’s not over yet!
No one expected that Lin Yun, who had just killed the half-saint of the Purple Yuan Realm, raised his head and drank the thousand-year fire in the pot, then sat down cross-legged with his hands on his left and right knees.
boom!
In an instant, golden light burst out and flowers fell from the sky. His cultivation level directly broke through the shackles of the eight-yuan nirvana and reached the realm of the nine-yuan nirvana.
[After I finished writing, I felt as if I had drunk too much. I was high, high.]
