Mu Xiuhan and the three people standing side by side saw Lin Yun, who was rushing forward in the snow and wind, and took the initiative to kill him.
There was a touch of sarcasm on the corners of his mouth, and he continued to sneer.
But it didn't take long for them to stop laughing. On the vast white land, the young men in green, each with a sword, clearly appeared in the field of vision of the three of them. They kept approaching in the wind and snow, but in the perception of the three of them,
It gradually becomes blurry.
The momentum of his sword spread out quietly and erratically like a cloud.
"Gone?"
Suddenly, the young man in green clothes in the wind and snow disappeared from the sight of the three people.
Several people's expressions changed drastically, they were secretly vigilant and looked around for him.
Clang!
The sword chanted, and a purple sword light appeared out of thin air without any warning, falling behind Bai Yue.
Bai Yue didn't think too hard and took out his sword, intending to block the sword.
Boom!
The moment the sword blades were handed over, the true energy vibrated. Bai Yue was knocked back by the sword without being able to prevent him. His palms were numb, and he could faintly hold the sword in his hand.
"Damn it, what kind of power is this!"
A strange color flashed in Bai Yue's eyes. He had obviously been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu, but he was still weaker than his opponent in terms of true energy and sword intent.
When the two are superimposed, they have the same power of a sword, but they create a huge gap.
Lin Yun, who had pushed back the opponent, did not pursue him deeply. He seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around and stabbed him with a sword. The tip of the sword was as cold as a starlight.
The overwhelming cold air surged from the tip of the sword, preparing to attack Jing Jue from behind.
It looked like he took the initiative and rushed towards the Flower Burial Sword. When the cold light hit, his face changed drastically and he retreated wildly.
Whoops!
Moving a step between the plains, the green hills were as long as water, and the water was surging. A flash of sword light slashed from top to bottom. It was clearly Mu Xiuhan who dived down from mid-air.
But the man was still in mid-air, but he was forcibly suppressed by Lin Yun's majestic sword light from above.
clang!
With the horizontal sword at his side, Mu Xiuhan clenched his teeth and blocked the sword with some difficulty.
"Can you stop it?"
Lin Yun's expression was indifferent. His sword was like a sudden wave of water on the lake, roaring up, then spraying violently, and falling down continuously.
Rub rub rub rub!
In the middle of his breath, a storm of sword light fell towards Mu Xiuhan.
Mu Xiuhan was slashed and was left with only the strength to parry. He kept retreating under the continuous sword light.
After striking seventy-seven forty-nine swords, Lin Yun suddenly increased his strength and slashed Mu Xiuhan away with one sword strike.
With a flick of his wrist, he turned around and thrust out a sword.
call out!
The cold light at the tip of the sword was like a star, and it continued to expand in the eyes of the roaring Jing Jue. Its fierce flames suddenly dimmed, and his face became extremely ugly.
With another strike of the sword and another turn, he found his flaw.
What the hell is going on!
But this time, Lin Yun didn't give him a chance to leave calmly. The tip of the sword touched him two inches from his shoulders, and his feet kept approaching forward.
There is no way to describe Jing Jue's mood at this moment. He was covered in cold sweat, unable to turn around or move forward.
He could only keep retreating, but this sword followed him like a shadow. No matter how far he retreated, the distance from the tip of his nose was never more than two inches.
Jing Jue, who had no way to retreat and was forced into a desperate situation, roared. The right hand holding the sword slashed towards the sword body with lightning speed.
Clang!
But Lin Yun seemed to have expected it. He raised the sword downward and a line of blood was drawn on Jing Jue's arm.
Amidst the screams, Lin Yun's shot was like lightning, and the flower burial sword kept firing like a spear.
Jing Jue tried his best to dodge, but still couldn't avoid them all.
A sword hit his chest, blood spattered, and he was severely knocked away.
The Golden Crow Seal behind his back bloomed with light. Lin Yun spread his arms and ran away like Golden Crow lightning.
Go out and fly into the sky.
Bang!
The killing moves that Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue used each were immediately in vain. They bombarded the ground and exploded into the air. The rocks mixed with snowflakes and exploded crazily.
The light of the bright moon!
Before the two of them had time to pull away, they saw a flash of sword light in mid-air, majestic and domineering, like a flaming moon, falling mercilessly.
The sword is like the bright moon, and the bright moon is like fire.
This sword light was so powerful that it struck Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue with unbelievable eyes among the many people watching the battle.
Phew!
The swords of the two men suddenly shattered, the body-protecting essence was crushed, and blood kept splattering out.
"this……"
"impossible!"
The two of them had extremely shocked looks in their eyes. They couldn't believe that with their combined efforts, they couldn't even catch Lin Yun's sword. Not only did they fail to catch it, their protective essence was even broken, leaving several hideous scars.
.
The opponent is just a rising star of the ninth level of Xuanwu. No matter how strong he is, he shouldn't be able to defeat these two people so easily.
He was not so strong in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm, and even on the ninth floor of the treasure palace, he was not so powerful.
What exactly did he go through in the tenth floor of the treasure palace to produce such a transformation?
"The light of the bright moon is burning like a flame. How far does he need to practice his Water Moon Sword Technique to achieve such a level?"
"I'm afraid that he has already reached his peak. This kid is really scary..."
"No, it's not just that. In addition to the perfection of Shuiyue Sword Technique, his sword intention is probably extremely close to the complete innate sword intention."
"That must be the case. The nearly innate sword intent, coupled with the perfect Shuiyue Sword Technique, has such power. It is not an exaggeration."
In the chaotic battle among the five sects, Lin Yun's sword was so shocking that many sects watching the battle were stunned and shocked.
Shui Wuhen listened to the discussion of the sect elders, but secretly shook his head in his heart. He felt that what these people said was right.
But they didn’t talk about the key point...
Lin Yun must have experienced something in the tenth level. His sword is obviously much more confident. His realm and cultivation have not changed, but his inner temperament has undergone a qualitative change.
It is a kind of courage, an indescribable kind. Only a swordsman can understand the courage.
In the chaos of the battle, the people in Jiange who were fighting against the four evil sects were also shocked when they saw this scene.
"The bright moon is like fire, this is the highest state of Shuiyue swordsmanship, the peak is complete!"
"Lin Yun has mastered the spirit-level super-grade swordsmanship to its peak and perfection. It's incredible."
"Hahaha, Lin Yun is so good, he really exceeded my expectations."
"The clouds in the sky will not disperse and the sword pavilion will not fall. Everyone, fight with me to strengthen my Lingxiao sword pavilion."
"Strengthen my Lingxiao Sword Pavilion!"
Shocked by Lin Yun's power, the momentum in the sword pavilion suddenly increased. For a moment, the four sects who joined forces felt deep pressure.
"Damn it, go to hell!"
A violent storm arose, blowing boundless wind and snow, but Jing Jue was forced to retreat. In his rage, he didn't care about the injury on his chest.
The moment Lin Yun struck the bright moon's light and landed on the ground, he killed him again.
His calculation of the sword was extremely accurate.
Ignoring the blood surging from the wound on his chest, he didn't have any thoughts of suppressing it. He just wanted to wait for Lin Yun to hit the ground and cut him in half from behind. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe he would fail three times.
call out!
But the moment Lin Yun turned around, the situation suddenly reversed. Jing Jue had no time to draw his sword, and all his arrogance was gone.
Just because Lin Yun's sword was pressed between his eyebrows.
There was even a drop of blood overflowing between his eyebrows, as the tip of the sword pierced the skin.
Jing Jue's face suddenly turned pale, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body was cold and he was trembling slightly.
"In anger, there are more and more flaws. Since you want to die, I will grant your wish."
"No……"
Phew!
Lin Yun didn't give Jing Jue a chance to argue, and pierced his eyebrows with a sword.
Thousands of miles of frost!
The moment the sword was drawn out, with splashes of blood, Lin Yun turned around and unleashed the killing move of Shuiyue Sword Technique.
The boundless sword power froze everything wherever it passed.
Under this sword, the vast Feixue and Bai Yue who were struggling to get up were frozen together, and time seemed to have stopped.
The snowflakes didn't move, and the two ice sculptures couldn't move either.
Click!
The next moment, when the ice sculptures shattered and Bai Yue and Mu Xiuhan exploded into countless pieces, the snowflakes began to fly again with the dissipated sword power.
In the sudden movement, the two monsters fell and merged with the snowflakes in the sky, leaving no trace of their corpses.
"Dead?"
Everyone was frightened. No one thought that Jing Jue, Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue would die at the same time under Lin Yun's sword.
Even if you think he has the strength to defeat him, you may not dare to kill him.
But no one expected that Lin Yun not only dared to kill, but he also did it without hesitation and decisiveness.
Such a scene deeply shocked all the major sects in the four camps.
"this……"
"Oh, the swordsman's killing method is really vividly reflected in this man. As a swordsman, how can there be people who dare not kill. The Shuiyue Sword Technique is really incredible in his hands. He can do whatever he wants, and he can command it like an arm.
.This boy will definitely shine in the Dragon Gate Competition in the future."
"Could it be said that he will have the strength to challenge the Eighth Young Master by the end of the year?"
"Young master has the strength to kill Zifu. He probably can't do it yet, but it may not be impossible to reach the top ten."
"If he can be promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu by the end of the year, maybe..."
"Forget it, it is so difficult to break through to the tenth level of Xuanwu. He did not break through to the tenth level of Xuanwu in the Demon Lotus Secret Realm this time. Within two years, I am afraid it will be difficult to advance to the tenth level of Xuanwu. How can there be so many adventures in this world...
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Indeed, in the later stages of Xuanwu's cultivation, rapid progress was rarely seen.
Unless you encounter an adventure similar to the Magic Lotus Secret Realm, the Magic Lotus Secret Realm only appears once every twenty years.
Outsiders were just shocked, but the elders of the three sects of Demon Flame Sect, Blood Bone Sect and Qijue Castle were furious.
The three sects dragged the sword pavilion up and down, as if creating opportunities for Jing Jue and the others, but they never imagined that all three of them would die under Lin Yun's sword.
revenge!
The eyes of the elders of the three sects were filled with murderous intent, and they no longer had any desire to compete for the treasure.
Some people just have boundless killing intent. Even if they fight to destroy the entire sect, they still have to kill Lin Yun.
Otherwise, it will be difficult to get rid of the hatred in my heart.
"Hold your formation, don't let these people rush over."
The situation suddenly changed drastically. The three major sects stopped stalling with the sword pavilion and rushed towards the sword formation set up by the Lingxiao sword pavilion with all their might.
The brawl, at this moment, turned into a bloody battle!
The sword-wielding elder, Luo Feng and others desperately fought to the death. However, the four sects had too many people. Immediately, seven or eight half-step Zifu deacons broke through the sword formation and fought towards Lin Yun.
"Boy, take your life!"
These dozen or so half-step deacons of the Purple Mansion were red-eyed and filled with evil aura, which was extremely frightening.
call!
Sheathing the sword, Lin Yun patted it in the storage bag. The moment the red-blooded war flag appeared, it was tightly held by his hands.
Kaka!
The flag condenses into a double-moon blood sickle as thin as a cicada's wings, and a ferocious and sharp triangular hook pops out from the end. True energy surges and is continuously injected into it.
The overwhelming evil energy contained in the treasure immediately burned like blood flames, filling every corner of the red flame war blade.
Lin Yun, who was holding the war blade tightly, raised his brows and looked coldly at the seven deacons rushing towards him.
Under the influence of the evil aura of the red flame war blade, the world in his eyes was a scarlet color, both real and illusory.
If killing is destined to be inevitable, then let endless blood and bones be buried on my way to the top, Lin Yun.
