Lang is unique and beautiful, and there is no other person like him in the world.
At this moment, Lin Yun really made it known why he was called the Young Master, and he was the only one worthy of being called the Young Master.
King Luoying was in an extremely embarrassed state. His white clothes were stained with blood and he looked weak. He was kneeling on one knee with a scimitar in hand.
The sword strike just now was so weird that the heaven and earth turned upside down and changed. The figure split into two and merged into one again, and the heaven and earth also moved accordingly.
This sword is incredibly skilled.
Even though King Luo Ying has sacrificed two kinds of supreme holy ways, which have a crushing advantage in power, he just can't exert them.
However, Lin Yun, who was in mid-air, was not careless at all.
Others didn't know it, but he knew very well in his heart that the other party was a golden-eyed demon spirit.
The physical body of this golden-eyed demon spirit is at least comparable to the acquired divine body, and its innate bloodline has unparalleled advantages.
The other demon spirits had already been seriously injured by this sword, but for King Luo Ying, it was far from being seriously injured.
Sure enough, a golden light bloomed from King Luo Ying's body, and his injuries recovered at an incredible speed.
"The level of Taoism is high and low, and the skills are endless. I have experienced it today."
King Luo Ying stood up again and looked at Lin Yun with cold eyes. His eyes no longer had the initial arrogance and disdain, and became extremely calm.
"Facing someone like you, you will really die if you are not careful. You are not lying..." King Luo Ying said slowly.
"That's true. I never tell lies."
Lin Yun smiled and accepted the compliment enthusiastically.
"But if you think you can defeat me like this... don't even think about it. I want to see if your swordsmanship can really defy heaven!"
King Luo Ying's face turned cold and his wrist shook violently.
Whoosh!
The scimitar in his hand drew a perfect arc and hooked towards Lin Yun's neck.
boom!
Wherever the arc passed, ancient chanting sounded, and the space was imprisoned by some mysterious power of the world.
It is the world power of Sky Moon Scimitar!
Lin Yun instantly became extremely dangerous. If he turned around to deal with it, his back would still be exposed.
No matter how you defend this move, there will always be a flaw exposed.
But Lin Yun didn't panic at all, he directly let go of the funeral flower with his right hand.
Burial Flower fled away like a giant, and stopped the Sky-Moon Scimitar behind Lin Yun.
Bang!
The weapons collided with a loud noise, and then King Luo Ying seized the opportunity and ducked in front of Lin Yun.
He wanted to crush Lin Yun directly when he didn't have a sword in his hand.
Lin Yun was shaken down by a palm, and before he could stand still, King Luo Ying approached him again.
"Light of the dark moon!"
King Luo Ying's fingertips were dancing and his palms were blooming like flowers, and an invisible realm enveloped the area.
"Your Majesty is supreme!"
He took a step forward, formed a seal with his left hand again, two flowers of the avenue bloomed, and the two supreme holy paths immediately blessed him at the same time.
The funeral flower was stuck by the Tianyue Scimitar, and Lin Yun had not seen it for a while. His thoughts were like lightning, so he simply gave it a try.
Seeing how big the difference in cultivation between the two is is also part of verifying one's own strength.
In the electric light and flint room, the two of them each faced each other with a palm.
Bang!
The majestic Holy Yuan suddenly surged out, and Lin Yun used all his methods, but the gap in cultivation was too huge.
A semi-saint peak, a fourth-level saint king.
Lin Yun almost collapsed at the first touch. Even though the Canglong divine body was fully formed, Lin Yun, who withstood the blow, still felt the gap.
"The Holy Qi is at a huge disadvantage to the Holy Yuan."
Lin Yun murmured in his heart, probably knowing how big the gap was.
Fortunately, much of the power of this attack was blocked by the Qingshang Saint Cloth, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Sword God, Sword God, is he still a god without a sword in his hand?"
King Luo Ying grinned, with a ferocious smile on his pale and handsome face.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, King Luo Ying flashed ghostly and stepped forward again.
"If you don't have a sword in your hand, just have a sword in your heart."
Lin Yun smiled calmly, his eyes bursting with strong fighting spirit. This battle was really enjoyable.
He is confident in his heart and no longer fights head-on with the opponent, but uses his fingers as swords to avoid the opponent's sharp edges.
Even though the funeral flower was not in his hand, the power of his sword did not weaken much.
After getting used to the opponent's pressure, relying on the secret of the rivers of the Firefly Divine Sword, the sword energy continued to flow in an endless stream.
The sword light on his body still shines dazzlingly in the dark night, and his style is not reduced by half.
"This Lin Yun is really weird. He can still fight equally even without a sword in his hand."
"It is simply unimaginable that King Luo Ying is not an ordinary demon spirit at first glance. A fourth-level saint king should not be invincible in his cultivation."
"Sword God, Sword God, even without a sword in his hand, he is still the Sword God!"
…
The Eastern Wasteland monks, including those from the Five Holy Lands, all watched with excitement and were impressed by Lin Yun's grace.
This is their Eastern Wasteland swordsman, this is the style of the Kunlun sword cultivator.
What an honor!
"It's endless."
King Luo Ying was completely angry. He pushed his hands outward fiercely, and bang, a shocking explosion came from his body.
He finally used the power of his bloodline, and with the explosion, the golden light on his body shone like gold paint, making people unable to open their eyes.
The holy power on his body surged again, and bang, this pressure alone directly shattered Lin Yun's sword power, forcing him to take more than ten steps back.
"not good!"
The faces of many monks in Shenhuang Mountain changed drastically. Ji Zixi couldn't help but become nervous and looked at the old man in sackcloth next to her.
In the distance, Li Feibai also opened his mouth wide, and his heart sank suddenly.
They wanted to rescue, but this scene was too sudden and happened too fast, leaving no room for outside intervention.
"die!"
Before Lin Yun could stand firm on his feet, King Luo Ying's energy shot through the rainbow, turning into a thunderous thunderbolt, bang bang bang, and the void where it passed continued to explode like magma.
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, a hand fell on the chest and stamped it.
Bang!
Before Lin Yun was really hurt, the energy of this palm swept out, and bright arcs of light burst out from the left and right halves, illuminating the vast night.
At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that Lin Yun would be seriously disabled even if he didn't die.
"good!"
Huang Jingyu looked excited and couldn't help but shake hands into fists, his face full of excitement.
He had been holding back Lin Yun's style for a long time, but he was finally relieved.
call!
But something strange happened. At the last moment, a strange flower emerged from Lin Yun's arms, and then bloomed on his right shoulder.
In an instant, the world is filled with youthful beauty.
The scarlet flower of the other side attracted everyone's attention in an instant, it was cold, quiet, beautiful and aloof.
It was the most beautiful flower in the world. It bloomed to its fullest, like a dream, and made Lin Yun's already handsome face look particularly cold.
Even King Luo Ying appeared in a brief trance at such a close distance, and his movements were strangely paused for a moment.
Green Dragon Seal, Purple Dragon Seal, Golden Dragon Seal... Supreme Dragon Seal!
It was during this moment of pause that Lin Yun's long-prepared killing move burst out with seven-colored divine light.
Bang!
The seven-color dragon seal struck King Luoying's heart, directly shattering the opponent's protective holy element and passing through his heart. The dragon seal blasted a large crater a thousand meters behind the opponent.
Phew!
King Luo Ying took ten steps back, knelt down on one knee again, covered his heart and kept vomiting blood.
Whoosh!
Lin Yun soared in the air, turned upside down, and was as light as a swallow, heading towards the intertwined Zang Hua and Tian Yue Luo.
Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hand not to grab the funeral flower, but instead grabbed King Luo Ying's Sky-Moon Scimitar.
Buzz!
The Sky-Moon Scimitar struggles desperately. After all, it is a holy weapon of the Four Lumins. It also has its own pride and edge and does not want to be surrendered by outsiders.
Lin Yun was too lazy to coddle it, so he held the handle of the knife with one hand and the tip with the other.
His thoughts moved slightly, and the looming Canglong divine pattern in the heart of his body was activated, and suddenly the terrifying Canglong holy power wandered through his limbs and bones.
The majestic dragon power filled his hands, and his hands became as terrifying as the claws of the blue dragon.
The blade of the sword was as shiny as the moon, illuminating Lin Yun's face. It became extremely frightened and kept trembling.
King Luo Ying was on the ground kneeling on one knee. He just raised his head and saw this scene, and he quickly exclaimed.
"You dare!"
King Luo Ying's eyes were red, and his heart was filled with anger.
"Why don't you dare!"
Lin Yun used fierce force to squeeze Canglong even as his blood was exhausted.
Click!
The Sky-Moon Scimitar shattered on the spot and flew out like glass. Each fragment shone like stars and moonlight, shooting thousands of miles away.
Looking from a distance, Lin Yun looked like he had crushed a bright moon.
When the sword shattered, endless moonlight fell down. Lin Yun, dressed in a green shirt, stepped on the moonlight in the sky and fell to the ground, floating and independent in the world, as vast as relying on the wind to control the wind.
A gentleman is as gentle as jade, unparalleled in the world.
"I'm sorry..."
In the distance, Li Feibai couldn't help but say "Burning Flowers". Her heart was pounding and her face was red. It took a long time before she said: "So handsome."
Not only her, but everyone was stunned by this scene.
"It's really amazing."
"What the hell is this!"
"I was scared to death just now, but in the blink of an eye, it completely reversed."
"The Flower of the Other Shore... Lin Yun is really too calm. I never thought that what if the Flower of the Other Shore is useless to King Luo Ying?"
"What do you know? This is the grace and pride of a swordsman. He doesn't have a sword in his hand, but he is also a swordsman!"
…
There were constant exclamations from all directions. Everyone was shocked by this scene, and their hearts were greatly shocked.
Qu Wushuang took a long time to come back to his senses. He couldn't help but look at Ji Zixi. Ji Zixi was looking at Lin Yun, with a dazzling face and a pair of beautiful eyes.
Sure enough...I lost again.
Among the three holy places, Holy Lord Yunlan is not bad, but I just feel ashamed and inferior. It is really incomparable.
Only Huang Jingyu's face was ashen, and he was even more uncomfortable than King Luo Ying who was kneeling on the ground.
Whoosh!
King Luo Ying spat out a mouthful of blood, and his originally pale face turned red with anger.
Just as he was about to have a seizure and open his eyes, a figure fell down and the Son of God, Zhao Tianyu, held his shoulders.
Already lost!
There is not much point in continuing the quarrel. I thought that with the strength of the two of them, they would directly grab the divine fire.
At least I had to compete for one spot and there was no pressure. However, Lin Yun's appearance disrupted all plans.
"Get out of here first!"
Zhao Tianyu took a look and Lin Yun mobilized all the people from several major holy places.
Now this group of people have high fighting spirit and share the same hatred. Even if King Luo Ying opens his eyes, he probably won't be able to gain any benefit.
Whoosh!
He captured King Luoying and took the latter to his feet before other holy places could react.
Get away from this place at lightning speed.
The other person was in the air, his eyes fell on Lin Yun, and they looked at each other from a distance.
"Ye Qingtian, you really exceeded my expectations. Someone was worried about your life and death, but now it seems that they are completely unreasonable."
He still habitually called Lin Yun Ye Qingtian, and after a message, he completely disappeared into the night.
Lin Yun vaguely heard someone say, don't let this person run away, but in fact not many people actually dared to chase him.
Lin Yun retracted his thoughts, stretched out his hand, held the funeral flower in his palm, and then turned it around with his backhand.
Whoosh!
The burial flower entered from the palm of the hand into the chest, and then disappeared completely.
"Is this okay?"
Li Feibai, who was the first to land next to him, his eyes lit up and he was extremely surprised.
"Want to learn?"
Lin Yun smiled.
Li Feibai wore a mask on his face and nodded desperately, wanting to learn.
"You can't learn, hahaha."
Lin Yun teased her, then laughed and walked towards the people in Shenhuang Mountain.
