Lin Yun's calm and domineering words surprised many monks in the Holy Heaven Academy.
They looked at Lin Yun's figure, shocked by his arrogance.
Compared with the senior brother of the Shengtian Academy, the son of God Tianlin is much more famous.
Not to mention the number one exam room, he is also a descendant of a powerful divine realm master in Qilin Mountain, and has an unparalleled status in Qilin Mountain.
Even if you look at the Three Thousand Realms, there are very few people who are as evil as him.
His cultivation is at the peak of the ninth-level Heavenly Holy Lord, and he also masters the space path in the Eternal Avenue.
Lin Yun is just Xiao Cheng of the eighth-level saint. Even if he defeats Bai Ye, he cannot tell that he is the opponent of the Son of God Tianlin.
In comparison, whether it is talent or cultivation, the two are different.
But when the breeze blows by, a ripples appear in the space, the Son of God Tianlin appears on the Tianhuang Divine Platform and stands in the air.
He was handsome and extraordinary, facing Lin Yun's sharpness, he had a cold smile.
"Give me a defeat? Your tone is really not that big, but you should always understand the grudges between you and me."
The Son of God Tianlin stared at Lin Yun and said word by word: "I will prove to the world that the so-called "Burning Flower Prince is only worthy of being my servant, and the Goddess of Tianxiang chose the wrong person!"
As soon as this statement was spoken, it immediately caused an uproar.
The Son of God Tianlin is also a ruthless person, and he has not shy away from it at all. He failed to show his love to the Goddess of Tianxiang.
Lin Yun smiled and said, "You are really not as confident." 81Zw.??m
"You won't laugh later!"
The son of Tianlin slowly fell down, and the astrological scroll behind him unfolded, and an ancient tree supporting the sky grew out of it.
His astrological scroll is a evergreen tree, which is a unique astrological scroll of Qilin Mountain.
The evergreen tree of eternal life seems to be a real existence, with the light of life flowing in it, and it will continue to become stronger as the monk himself becomes stronger.
If it can reach its limit, it can be comparable to the supreme astrology.
Lin Yun stood a hundred meters away from the other side, and a scroll unfolded and Kunpeng flew out. He was Kunpeng, one of the eight ferocious beasts in the sky.
Kunpeng spread his wings and regretted that the sky was low. When Kunpeng rose, Lin Yun's temperament changed drastically.
He held the burial flower in his hand, and his handsome cheeks showed unprecedented sharpness, sharpness, and arrogant.
I have to say that Lin Yun was indeed extremely handsome.
There was no comparison in the past. Now, many women realized that even the elegant son of Tianlin was not one-tenth of Lin Yun.
"Kunpeng's astrology? Something..."
When the son of Qilin saw Lin Yun sacrificed the astrological sign, he looked a little solemn when he saw the flying Kunpeng.
"But there's only a little stuff, not much!"
The next moment, the son of Qilin took action. His right hand shook slightly and his back suffocated lightly across the air.
Bang!
The seemingly light movements burst out in the ears of people, and their backs were trembling and cold.
Tianhuang Divine Platform, thunderstorm!
Countless thunder and lightning danced like dragons and snakes, and with the gentle wave of the God Son of Tianlin, they rushed towards Lin Yun.
Lin Yun's expression was slightly calmed, his wrist trembled gently, and the burial flower turned around.
Bang!
It was also a sudden thunder, and countless lightnings appeared behind him, rushing away like the rushing rivers.
In the blink of an eye, the two started a battle from afar.
One side dances a sword, uses the Canglong Divine Body to command wind and thunder, and the other side waves his hand to pinch the seal, stirring up the wind and clouds with the evergreen trees forever, and bringing down thunder.
Bang bang bang bang!
There was a thunder roar on the Tianhuang Divine Platform, and a sword sound roaring. As each of them took action, terrifying thunder slurry was soon piled up on the entire table.
Thunder slurry surged on the Tianhuang Divine Platform like an ocean, and above the head was the changing wind and clouds, and the heaven and earth were fading.
Such anomalies were extremely terrifying. No one expected that the two would fight from afar, then compete to confront each other, using the Thunder Holy Way.
"These two are really exaggerating. They didn't become famous for their thunder holy path, but they actually manipulated the thunder to compete with each other."
"Son of Tianlin probably wanted to humiliate Lin Yun, and crush Lin Yun without using the holy path of space. Unexpectedly, Lin Yun was so angry and played with him as a holy path of Thunder."
"Neither of them can get out of the stage now. If anyone loses on the Thunder Holy Road, it will be quite embarrassing."
Many monks quickly noticed the strangeness on the stage and their expressions seemed extremely excited.
When the strong men from Qilin Mountain saw this, they were full of confidence and sneered endlessly.
The Son of God Tianlin's achievements in the Holy Path of Thunder are far more terrifying than others imagine. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a killer move.
Click!
The evergreen tree suddenly grew violently, and a blood-colored lightning broke through the void, then condensed into a spear and fell towards Lin Yun.
At the end of the spear, there is a majestic body, which just holds the spear like a phantom of a god, and pricks Lin Yun and leaves.
At the same time, the many lightnings spreading on the ground were given a brief breath by the evergreen trees, and they all came alive and were as difficult as vines.
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't know everything outside, and he was still dancing with his sword in place.
Accompanied by the flash of sword light, the burial flowers kept trembling, and loud sword sounds burst out, which were rising again and again like the sound of a piano.
His sword intent was injected into the Canglong Holy Path, and an extremely terrifying vision appeared, and an ancient Canglong flew out of Lin Yun's body.
The Canglong Palm controls the wind and thunder, confronting the phantom of the god holding a spear above his head. In the midst of the crazy confrontation, terrifying thunder and lightning storms were born.
Rumble!
The thunder and lightning storm was dazzling, pulling cracks out of the void, and seeing people's hearts thrilling.
It is hard to imagine how terrible the blood-colored spear contained.
"This seems to be the power of the gods!"
"Have you forgotten? The father of the Son of God Tianlin is a powerful god!"
Everyone's hearts were trembling and they all seemed extremely shocked.
This was borrowed from the power of the gods, and Lin Yun actually blocked it.
The sound of the sword is loud and lingers everywhere.
Under the spear, Lin Yun left with a sword, and the moonlight bloomed on his body. Facing the so-called power of the gods, he was not afraid at all, and he had no intention of surrendering.
"What a powerful sword sound!"
Many monks from the Holy Heaven Academy were trembling deep in their hearts when they heard the increasingly high sound of the sword.
It is simply incredible that fighting against gods with the body of a mortal is the true character of a swordsman.
Even though his realm and bloodline are not as good as the other party, Xiang Jian's heart is still fearless in life and death and moving forward.
The son of God Tianlin frowned slightly. His cultivation level was actually half a step into the Saint, and he could suppress an eighth-level Saint King in the blink of an eye.
At first, I wanted to crush Lin Yun, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome. After using my bloodline talent, I couldn't overwhelm the other party.
Under the evergreen tree, his ten fingers were varied and intertwined. The trembling power of the trees burst out with violent violence that destroyed the world and crushed all things.
Lin Yun's expression remained unchanged. He recalled the scene of his conversation with his master Yaoguang. Yaoguang's life was not inferior to others.
If you cannot surpass the Nine Emperors, you will not become an emperor even if you die!
That is the true spirit of the Sword Sect, with eight thousand years of fame and fortune, and ninety thousand miles of sword light.
The bright moon will last forever, and the Sword Sect will be immortal!
The burial flowers trembled more and more intensely. The sound of the sword seemed to travel through the ages and rise infinitely. The blood-colored spear held by the phantom of the gods still failed to truly fall.
Lin Yun had several ways to deal with the current situation, but he had a sigh of relief in his heart. If the other party wanted to play, then the play would be the end.
Rumble!
His sword surged like a mountain, and the dragon roared angrily, but instead pushed the blood-colored spear high.
"presumptuous!"
The son of God Tianlin was furious and his hands were shocked.
Bang!
The lightning around him exploded like dust, and his body disappeared on the spot. When it appeared again, it was already above Lin Yun's head.
He overlapped with the phantom of the gods, and then waved his hand and held the blood-colored spear himself.
The power of this time was completely different. With a puff, the blood-colored spear pierced a hole in Canglong's head.
The sword sound was completely suppressed, and then the Canglong exploded, the lightning broke out, and the blood-colored spear fell like a destruction.
Rumble!
When the lightning dissipated and all the storms at the Tianhuang Divine Platform disappeared, only the blood-colored war spear was inserted into Lin Yun's original place.
Behind the spear, the son of God Tianlin stood in the air, his hands behind his back, and his clothes were dancing continuously.
He looked very casual, but his face looked extremely ugly.
On the other hand, Lin Yun took a step back ten steps, and even a trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, but his smile was extremely bright and his handsome face was as gentle as the spring breeze.
It is obvious that in this way, the son of Tianlin has gained the upper hand and has gained a lot of advantages.
But everyone knows that he not only used the space avenue, but also came to the scene in person, exposing the cultivation of the half-step Saint Lord.
His competition on the Thunder Holy Road was defeated and almost lost.
"You are considered a character who can force me to this level, but it's all over it."
The right hand of the God Son of Tianlin slowly raised his hand behind him, and a gorgeous flower of the Great Way that was splendid to eternity appeared behind him.
It is one of the nine eternal holy paths, the Great Way of Space.
Space is king, time is respected!
Everyone knows that this is the real killer move of the Son of God of Heaven. Once the Eternal Great Way comes out, there are almost no rivals among the peers.
In an instant, you can pull yourself and your opponent a distance of 100,800 miles.
Obviously, the realm and talent are similar, but facing the space road, you can only be crushed.
Everyone said secretly that it was a pity that Lin Yun, under the foundation of the eighth-level saint, reached the limit he could do with his unparalleled sword intent.
But facing the way of space, everything is destined to be futile.
This is a pity!
But there is no way, this is the way of the eternal path, which lasts forever and crushes everything.
But at this moment, Lin Yun raised his left hand gently, looked at the direction where the son of God Tianlin was and smiled: "Is the Eternal Great Way? It seems I can do it!"
A flower of the Great Dao that is equally splendid to eternity will slowly bloom behind Lin Yun, with yin and yang changing, and only black and white remained in the world.
It is the Tai Chi holy path among the nine eternal paths!
After a brief shock, the entire Shengtian Academy all boiled, with an incredible look in their eyes.
Space is king, time is respected. Tai Chi is in heaven, and the five elements transform into earth.
You have Tai Chi in your palm space!
This unprecedented scene made everyone restless. He was really fighting against the enemy, and he didn't let him go at all.
The confident smile of the sword cultivator in the blue-clothed clothes on the Tianhuang Divine Platform was like the spring breeze melting into winter snow, making all monks feel what it means to smile like an immortal.
[Tomorrow, at least two chapters. Brothers, let me make another promise. I know my promise is bad, but if I make ten promises, it is better than those who don’t have the courage to make promises.]