Three hundred and eighty first chapter five fights
Chapter 381
Hunyuan Sect, Demon Flame Sect, Blood Bone Sect and Qijue Castle, the four sects joined forces to force each other, making the situation very tense.
Wen Yanbo had a cold face, used his strong cultivation to press him over, and shouted: "Lin Yun, you dare to kill my sect's core disciple, do you dare to admit it?"
"It's also interesting. Aren't these three losers from your Hunyuan sect here to kill me? Are you surprised that they died in my hands?"
Lin Yun looked cold and said calmly.
Such an unhurried, almost mocking tone made Wen Yanbo's face darken with anger.
"I, Qi Jue Fort, don't bother to ask more questions about your grievances with other sects. If you don't hand over Jing Jue's storage bag today, you won't be able to get out of this deserted wasteland."
The great elder of Qijue Castle stared at Lin Yun with eyes filled with murderous intent.
"And my Demon Flame Sect Bai Yue's Qiankun Yin Yang Pill!"
"My Blood and Bone Sect Mu Xiuhan, you have to make up for the loss of not entering the treasure palace. Otherwise, I will let you, kid, taste the one hundred and eight punishments of my Blood and Bone Sect, making you unable to live and wishing to die.
cannot!"
The three sects were arrogant and asked Lin Yun to spit out the harvest in the treasure hall.
"How presumptuous! I, the disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, when will it be your turn to point fingers?"
Elder Luo Feng stood in front with his majestic sword intent blooming all over his body and his sharp edge.
Wen Yanbo rolled his eyes and sneered in his heart. If it were just his Hunyuan Sect family who had launched an attack, there would really be nothing he could do to Lingxiao Jiange today, but this kid had offended too many people, which gave him a chance.
He immediately said with a sinister smile: "Everyone, why bother talking nonsense with this old ghost? The treasures this kid has in the sword pavilion must be on his body. Just take him away. If Lingxiao sword pavilion is disrespectful, our four sects will
Join forces and destroy them on the spot!"
"Those who want to take away my Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."
Anger flashed across the face of the sword-holding elder in the camp, and he strode out with the Xiaoyun Sword in hand.
"Is it possible that you are so confident? It turns out that there is an elder holding the sword here, but the reputation of the elder holding the sword was created by the joint efforts of seven people. You are the only one here, I am not afraid of you!"
The Great Elder of Qijue Castle snorted coldly, opened his fingers suddenly, and a majestic suction force surged towards him.
The heavy snow flying in the air started to roll crazily in front of the suction power of his condensed true energy, trying to catch Lin Yun together.
Lin Yun had been on guard for a long time. The moment the opponent's fingers opened, the sword intent concentrated in his body burst out.
Amidst the roar of dragons and tigers, he raised his hand and punched, shattering all the opponent's majestic suction force.
Even if the old man had advanced cultivation, it would be too much to underestimate him if he wanted to pull Lin Yun over from a distance of more than ten meters.
"This kid is so vigilant."
A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Great Elder of Qijuebao, and his true energy surged. He wanted to use your more violent methods to control Lin Yun.
"court death!"
The sword-wielding elder raised his eyebrows, and it was almost impossible to see clearly how he took action, and then a sword light shot towards the great elder of Qijue Fort.
"Xiaoyun Sword!"
The face of the great elder of Qijue Castle changed slightly and he had to dodge away.
Bang!
He dodged quickly enough, but the other elders and disciples of Qi Jue Fort behind him were killed and injured by this sword.
"Come together!"
When Wen Yanbo saw this, he knew that the opportunity had come.
Amid the wild shouts, the ancient dragon-elephant power filled his whole body, leading a group of elders to fall down and kill them.
"Yanyun Fist, the fierce fire burns the sky!"
The power of the Dragon Elephant burned fiercely. It was also the Yanyun Fist, but in Wen Yanbo's hands, its power was several times greater than that of Zhang Yan. More than a dozen elders shot at the same time as him, also using the Yanyun Fist.
All of a sudden, the blazing fires spread all over the sky.
The flames condensed into a ferocious and terrifying huge beast, and with the power of burning the sky, it fell towards the elder holding the sword.
Endless fire seemed to be falling from the sky. This scene was extremely terrifying.
Obviously, Wen Yanbo had already prepared. Without the cooperation with other elders, he would never have been able to achieve such perfection.
Ling Xiao's sword technique, the sword shatters Ling Yun!
The majestic sword power soared into the sky from the fire. The bright sword light was like a rising sun, crushing all the burning dragon and elephant power into pieces with overwhelming force.
"Little tricks!"
The elder holding the sword stood proudly with the Xiaoyun Sword in his hand, and the sword kept trembling.
The terrifying power of Xiaoyun Sword caused the expressions of the four elders present to change.
The power of one sword was enough to defeat the combined attack of ten elders.
"The Xiaoyun Sword is well-deserved for its reputation. There is no need to talk nonsense with this old guy. Come on, everyone, and capture Lin Yun alive!"
The sharp-eyed Xiaoyun Sword is extremely powerful, but the great elder of Qijue Castle has no intention of backing down.
The sects that wander outside the empire's territory are no different from bandits, and their daily behavior is almost evil.
If they don't snatch Lin Yun's storage bag, these people will never give up.
"Do it!"
The people of the Demon Flame Sect and the Blood Bone Sect could not help but no longer hesitate at all when they saw Qijuebao taking the lead.
"Draw out the sword!"
Elder Luo Feng snorted coldly and took the lead to draw his sword. For a moment, the sound of a long sword being unsheathed could be heard in the deserted wasteland with heavy snowfall, and the sound continued.
Both the elders and disciples in the Sword Pavilion showed little fear.
"We finally started fighting."
"If Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is willing to compromise, it will no longer be Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. Even if they all die in battle, they will not give in even half a step."
"This Hunyuan Sect is too much. Those evil cultivators don't have any shame, but an imperial sect is so shameless."
"No wonder I have been unable to defeat Lingxiao Jiange all these years. It seems that it is not without reason."
"However, Lingxiao Jiange is still a little bit awkward. With the four sects joining forces, the gap in strength is too big. I can only blame Lin Yun. It is too popular and there are too many jealous people."
"Yes, although there have been fights at the end of the secret realm in the past, this is definitely the first time that the five major sects have fought."
In the Wasteland of Nirvana, the other elders of the sects all looked a little aggrieved, but there were not many surprises.
Under the heavy treasures, after the warriors have made great achievements, so will the sect.
What's more, Lin Yun climbed to the top of the tenth floor and created a legend. The richness he gained is probably far beyond what everyone thought, and it is inevitable that it will not make people excited.
This time, a total of eighteen elders from the Purple Mansion came to the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, forty-eight deacons who were half-stepping into the Purple Mansion realm, and one hundred elites from the Earth Ranking led by Xin Jue.
The powerful lineup is not weak, but compared with the four sects that have joined forces, it is obviously not good enough.
If it weren't for the sword-wielding elder here, the balance of power would be even more disparate.
But there was a sense of energy from top to bottom of the sword pavilion, and no one backed down in this desperate situation. No matter what conflicts they had with each other on weekdays, at this moment, everyone was united and shared the same hatred.
"Jiange disciples, where are they? Form an formation!"
Amidst the thunder and flashes, Xin Jue's long hair fluttered, while the heavy snow flew, and a sword pointed at the sky angrily.
The sword light condensed into a lightning-like shock, which was dazzling and dazzling.
"exist!"
Immediately, the elite disciples on the ground list flocked to Xin Jue one after another.
The five sects started fighting, and nearly a hundred masters from the Purple Mansion Realm fought. The true energy roared, the swords glowed, and various killing moves collided in mid-air. The scene was extremely shocking.
Lin Yun was deep inside, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't help but think of the scene he saw on the eighth floor.
call out!
Don't treat him
Taking action, a cold and bloodthirsty wind hit him, and he saw Mu Xiuhan holding a sword and looking at him with an indifferent expression: "Not only will you die today, the elders and disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will also be buried with you. Go
Repent in hell."
As soon as the voice fell, his face turned ferocious and he flew towards me.
Bang!
Before the man landed, the blood-red sword light turned into a series of shock waves in mid-air and fell. Amidst the flying and messy snowflakes, the shock-like sword light seemed to be real.
My sword, the glory lasts forever.
The moment he held the flower-burial sword, Lin Yun thought of this sentence for no reason, raised his eyebrows, and drew the sword out of its sheath.
break!
Waves of Shuiyue Sword Power emanated from his body, and with the blessing of half a step of innate sword intent, he chopped up all the bloody sword light falling in mid-air with one sword stroke.
"Have you made a lot of progress? But you still have to die!"
Mu Xiuhan grinned, and while in mid-air, he stabbed out ninety-nine eighty-one swords in a row. Each sword contained a bright red evil aura, and the fishy smell was filled with many resentments, which was very terrifying.
"The waves are rolling into the sky!"
The simple and slender sword body of the Flower Burial Sword, under the infusion of true essence, overflowed with cold light, and the dim light flickered, like a dream. Lin Yun flicked his wrist, and the sword force filled the sky, and condensed into waves on the flat ground.
, soaring into the sky.
Wishes of extremely sharp sword light went straight away, stirring up the wind and snow in the sky. When the sword light condensed, it finally merged into a huge wave, involving countless snowflakes, and faced the overwhelming sword falling in mid-air.
film.
boom!
The snowflakes shattered, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in Mu Xiuhan's eyes in mid-air. His killing move in his prime state was defeated so easily in the opponent's hands.
Holding the flower-burial sword in his hand, Lin Yun's sword-like edge looked like a red plum standing proudly in the heavy snow.
With his toes tapping lightly on the ground, he dances like a red plum or rises like blue smoke. His seemingly light figure hides an edge and arrogance that no one can ignore.
Phew!
In mid-air, Mu Xiuhan, who had already retreated wildly, still did not completely avoid the sword. He was stabbed in the right shoulder and blood spattered.
"You are nothing more than that."
Lin Yun landed and said calmly.
"How dare a dying person be so arrogant!"
Whoosh!
Two figures turned into strong winds and blew towards Mu Xiuhan, but they were Jing Jue and Bai Yue who had escaped from the sword pavilion's deacons.
Both of them were defeated by Lin Yun in the Black Lotus Palace, but now they have been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu.
For Lin Yun, he had no fear at all, and was very murderous. He just wanted to wash away the shame in the Black Lotus Palace.
"Don't underestimate the enemy, this man's swordsmanship is a bit weird."
Mu Xiuhan glanced at the wound on his right shoulder and said coldly. Fortunately, he dodged quickly enough, otherwise, this sword would have penetrated directly.
"Come on, let's share his storage bag equally among the three of us."
Jing Jue said calmly, as the five sects were fighting, he only cared about the sword that should have belonged to him in Lin Yun's storage bag.
It doesn't matter who you join forces with.
"Just what I wanted."
Bai Yue licked his chapped lips, with a rather ferocious smile on his face.
"Share it equally? That's not bad."
Mu Xiuhan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, a look of greed flashing in his eyes.
He didn't enter the treasure palace and gained nothing. If he could divide Lin Yun's storage bag equally, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain.
"I hope you won't regret it."
The look in Lin Yun's eyes was icy cold, and the Flower Burial Sword he held tightly in his hand seemed to feel the killing intent in his heart.
Don't wait for the three of them to take action.
In the wind and snow, a young man dressed in a green shirt and holding a long sword rushed towards the three of them.
