The headless body of the half-saint of Chan Peak fell down directly, and then blood continued to flow out from his neck, and soon overflowed all over the ground.
"What kind of monster is this?"
"Can the Ziyuan Realm kill the Tianyuan Half Saint who condensed the holy soul?"
All the powerful people in the holy realm present were surprised, as if they were reading a mythological story.
They saw it very clearly. At the last moment of fighting for life, the half-saint of Chan Peak was scared for a moment.
This was one thousandth of a second, which made him lose this game and lose his life.
Otherwise, it would be at least a death to the death.
Ye Qingtian did not look terrifying, but no matter what, Ye Qingtian won in the end.
And he seemed to have expected that the half-saint of Zen Peak would be timid. The desire to win in his last sword was the real fearful existence.
What an amazing courage and what a arrogant confidence!
That look made people feel that even when facing a powerful man in the holy realm, his last sword would definitely be swung without hesitation.
This is the creepy place!
Countless gazes fell on Lin Yun, and as he slowly wiped the blood on his sword body, his scalp was numb and incredible.
The Saint Gangfeng was so angry that his whole body was trembling, pointing at Lin Yun and said, "Ye Qingtian, you are too cruel! Even if there are many Semi-saints in Zen Peak, you shouldn't kill him! You are a saint of the Tiandao Sect, you are a slaughter of the sect! You deserve to die!"
He was completely angry and roared like a roar.
Lin Yun showed a mocking look on his face and a look between his eyebrows, and he felt lazy and relaxed after the battle.
He wiped the sword body, and after he put the sword back into the sheath, he raised his eyes to look at the other party, looking at the lofty holy master.
His eyes were full of contempt, and he ignored the other party's anger and murderous aura, and said with a smile: "You said that I am the burial flower boy, and I am Yao Guang's personal message. What are my concerns? If he wants to kill me, I will kill him naturally."
The Great Saint of Gangfeng raised his eyebrows and said excitedly: "You admit it, you are the burial flower lord, you are Lin Yun!"
Lin Yun smiled and said, "You said yes, it's not the identity of a flower burial master, even more so, as for Yao Guang's personal essay."
"Since you admitted it yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!" The Holy Lord Gangfeng gritted his teeth in anger when he saw Lin Yun's indifferent look.
He is a dignified saint, and this kid actually despises him.
He went away murderously, and looked like he was about to start immediately and slapped Lin Yun to death with his own hands.
It was a very terrifying momentum, especially because this momentum was targeting a semi-saint.
But Lin Yun was not afraid, but instead, he took a step forward against the other party's pressure, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Old monster, what do you want to do? If you really think I am the burial flower dude, then my senior brother Qinghe Sword Saint is here."
Ye Guhan, who was still gnawing at the Dragon Ghost, was suddenly named and smiled bitterly. The younger brother was really annoyed.
The Holy Lord Gangfeng was stunned by the fact that his murderous aura was obviously weaker. He was already hesitant and became more and more shocked and suspicious.
Not finished yet!
Lin Yun took another step forward and smiled and said, "If you think I am the Duke of Burial Flower, Tianxuan Sword Saint, Jingchen Great Saint, my two masters are here too."
"My cheap master Long Yun is here too!"
After a series of names were spoken, the momentum of the Gangfeng Great Saint was completely suppressed.
Not finished yet!
Lin Yun smiled calmly and suddenly shouted, "Anyone can't beat you to death? You old ghost, except for getting older, what qualifications do you have to pretend in front of me!"
As he almost shouted at the sight of the picture, Lin Yun, a half-saint, completely suppressed the momentum of the Saint Gangfeng.
The old guy stammered and couldn't even spit out a word.
"Ye Qingtian, go down."
Qianyu Great Saint sighed in his heart, no longer insisting on letting Lin Yun try the return ceremony of the Human Emperor Sword.
He knew in his heart that with the Lord of Tianyin here, he would never let Lin Yun try to return the Human Emperor Sword.
It is too unfair to this little guy forcing Lin Yun to try it.
"No big or small, come here."
Dasheng Long Yun scolded, reached out and released a powerful force, and grabbed him behind him from the air.
It seems to be scolding, but in fact it is to place him behind him and protect him.
"Saint Lord Gangfeng, please sit down too. It is normal that the half-saint can't stop fighting. There is no need to pursue it too much, let alone Ye Qingtian is the Tianlong Venerable."
The Lord of Tianyin Palace left no trace and gave the Saint Gangfeng a step, allowing him to lose all his face to slightly restore it.
The situation has also been eased for the time being, and it is no longer entangled with Ye Qingtian whether he is the burial flower dynasty.
For him, as long as this kid doesn't try to summon the Human Emperor Sword, it is not worth worrying about the death of a semi-saint of the Ye family.
But if the Great Saint Qianyu insists on his own and wants him to try, the Lord of Tianyin Palace cannot afford to bet, and he will definitely have to be entangled to the end.
There were many discussions from all sides, and guests from all sides were whispering.
Even a fool can see that the atmosphere here is wrong. The Tiandao Sect is surging undercurrents, as if it is about to be exposed to the open.
"Senior brother, is he the burial flower damn prince?"
Most of them were shocked by Lin Yun's courage to force the Saint to retreat, but one person kept staring at Lin Yun with a complex expression, his beautiful eyes were filled with mist, as if he felt endless grievances.
But this grievance is not sad, there is more doubt and confusion, and there is also a lot of joy and excitement.
Too complicated!
It was Bai Shuying, the Holy Lady of Youlan. When the Saint Gangfeng said that, her heart almost jumped out, and then she was focused and stared at Lin Yun.
She was nervous, hoping that he was really Lin Yun for a while, but she also hoped that he was not.
Daoyang Shengzi smiled and said, "It shouldn't be that. Who is so arrogant when pretending to be an identity? The act is too real, but it seems fake."
...
"Be honest, don't move around." Long Yun Dasheng pressed Lin Yun behind him, with a serious and cautious expression.
Lin Yun nodded, and he also felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
But this is wrong, and it has nothing to do with him, mainly from the mysterious man in the hat.
Because the mysterious man in the hat fell on his hat brim at some point.
When one after another, the powerful people in the holy realm noticed this scene, more and more people shut up.
As the eyes fell on the person, their expressions became quite nervous, and even the Lord of Tianyin Palace and the Great Sage Qianyu fell their eyes.
The scene became silent like death.
“The festival is not over yet.”
Finally, the Great Sage Qianyu broke the silence and looked at the man and said in a deep voice.
"Ha, let's forget it, this festival is like a farce. The so-called number one holy land in the East Wilderness is really worthy of a false reputation, and I can't wait."
As soon as the man in the hat opened his mouth, Lin Yun's lips opened slightly and immediately guessed who this person was.
Tianxuanzi!
Tian Xuanzi stood up suddenly, threw the hat on his head into the sky, and then there was a loud bang, and the entire square shaking violently.
The wind on the altar, the golden divine cloud that lasted for a long time melted like snow under the impact of the hat.
The solemn sound of the great way, the ancient words hanging down into the void, and the whispers of the gods that seem to exist or not, all disappeared.
The solemn and sacred atmosphere just now swept away, as if some kind of illusory bubble was directly crushed, making everyone feel terrified.
Tian Xuanzi completely got rid of his disguise. He stood in the air, wearing white clothes, and a purple flower blooming on his right shoulder.
"In fact, there are no gods, no light from the two swords of Heavenly Dao, and there is no so-called ancient holy land."
Tian Xuanzi broke the divine cloud and murmured to himself.
Many people have guessed his identity, but when he really stood up, it was still shocking.
This person is so fantasy!
In recent times, he has weighed on the Eastern Wilderness. None of the Great Sages in the other five holy lands is his opponent, and he is defeated in a very embarrassing manner.
Under the Emperor's realm, the world is invincible!
Many people are speculating that he has also reached the most critical step and can become a powerful man in the imperial realm at any time.
This most infamous genius in nearly a thousand years has brought great pressure to everyone present.
He is so perfect, standing in the void, as beautiful and timeless as a scroll.
After the Nine Emperors, he is the new myth of Kunlun.
All the powerful people in the holy realm of Tiandao Sect felt the pressure, and suddenly stood up and gathered behind Qianyu Great Sage and Tianyin Palace Master.
The eyes that looked at Tian Xuanzi were filled with strong anger.
Tian Xuanzi is too arrogant this time. No one has dared to be so arrogant to the Tiandao Sect for a long time.
Swish!
The seven people who came in with Tian Xuanzi also took off their hoods one after another, and they were the famous Seven Saints of Black Mountain in the East Wilderness.
Others were not surprised by the appearance of these seven people.
Tian Xuanzi has a close relationship with these seven people, and it has long been known to everyone in the Eastern Wilderness.
"Sage Qianyu, I'm right." Tian Xuanzi looked at Ye Qianyu with a smile on his face.
His expression was gentle and his tone was plain, but it brought great pressure to all the disciples of the Tiandao Sect, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.
There was a hint of anger in Qianyu's Great Saint's eyes. He did not directly answer the other party, and said coldly: "You and I should have fought each other after the festival. This was what I had agreed before."
Tian Xuanzi smiled helplessly: "But this festival is so boring. I was looking forward to this little guy who could summon the Human Emperor Sword, but I didn't see it. So... I won't wait. Anyway, the fight between me should be much better than the festival."
He has beaten all the six holy places in the East Wilderness?
Lin Yun was surprised that he had been in seclusion for a while and knew very little about external things.
I only know that the elder brother mentioned it before.
But I really didn't expect that Tian Xuanzi would reach the Tiandao Sect so soon after he weighed Donghuang.
Under the Emperor Realm, no one has stopped him?
Lin Yun looked up and clenched his right fist. This time he really felt a lot of pressure.
"Then it's as you wish. When you lose you, I will continue to preside over the festival. Anyway, it won't take much time."
The Great Sage Qianyu looked indifferently, with his eyes competing against each other, and his momentum was not at all.
You must win!
The Holy Son of Daoyang had known about this battle for a long time. He looked nervous and looked at the Qianyu Great Sage who was slowly hanging in the air, praying silently in his heart.
"very good."
Tian Xuanzi smiled, and the two great saints confronted each other from a distance, staring at each other, and their aura was constantly accumulating.
This is the last battle between Tian Xuanzi and Donghuang. Zhuge Qingyun, who is not qualified to sit in the VIP seat, is also paying close attention.
Only when this battle is really won, and the world is invincible under the imperial realm can it be considered to be well deserved.
He had no worries about his master's strength, but this place was the first holy land in the name of Tiandao Sect and the East Wilderness.