Chapter 407 For Whom Do You Draw Your Sword and Never Look Back!
Chapter 407
On the snowy ground, Xuantian Sect Han Gang's chest and ribs were all broken, and blood flowed wildly.
Despite his profound cultivation, he was seriously injured by this sword, miserable and embarrassed. If he had been an ordinary tenth level Xuanwu, he would have been split in half with just one sword.
The protective essence all over his body was shattered by the sword light, as if it were nothing.
Such a terrifying and shocking scene caused waves of exclamations in the crowd, and the eyes looking at Lin Yun changed drastically.
In his imagination, the scene of Lin Yun being punched to death did not appear.
On the contrary, Han Gang was severely injured on the ground and found it difficult to get up.
How is this done?
Isn't Lin Yun already useless? He cut off his profound veins and retreated instead of advancing in cultivation. Logically speaking, he should not be Han Gang's opponent at all. He is a useless person.
When an old man in the crowd said the word transformation in a trembling voice, many people woke up like a dream.
"The legendary transformation state?"
"No way, it's unreasonable that a useless person can practice swordsmanship to the realm of transformation."
"The swordsmanship is extraordinary and superb... When you practice ordinary swordsmanship to its peak and perfection, you are already in a state of being unique and proud of all the heroes in the world. At such a young age, he has actually mastered the state of transformation."
"Terrible. No wonder, no wonder he is at the eighth level of Xuanwu and can compete with Han Gang."
Transformation Realm is a legendary realm in the Great Qin Empire. Almost no one has seen it, and even few people have heard of it.
"court death!"
The voice that had previously shouted for Lin Yun to stop, saw Lin Yun almost beheading Han Gang, and suddenly became furious.
Whoops!
In the vast wind and snow, a figure came through the sky, and violent storms rose wherever it passed. The terrifying aura, accompanied by fierce murderous intent, ruthlessly crushed the snowflakes in the air.
He is the strongest person in the Shence camp who is half a step ahead of the Zifu!
Lin Yun looked up and saw a bloody ray of light bursting out in mid-air. It turned into an ancient handprint, containing almost substantive murderous intent, and struck him fiercely.
Bang!
This bloody handprint fell too fast. Lin Yun used his backhand sword to cut off 80% of the power of the handprint.
However, 20% of the aftermath still fell on him, and he immediately spit out blood and was sent flying away.
If he was still at the ninth level of Xuanwu, he might not have been injured so seriously, but the gap in his current cultivation level was still too big compared to half-step Zifu.
The battle had just ended, and he was caught off guard and injured by this palm.
The murderous intention contained in the handprints was rushing through his body, trying to cause even greater internal injuries.
But with the operation of Ziyuan Sword Technique, and the roar of sword intent, the palm energy rushing in was like mud entering the sea, making no sound.
After taking three steps back, Lin Yun regained his balance.
"Little junior brother!"
In the carriage, Xinyan turned pale with shock, her face was horrified, she tried to struggle to stand up, but she showed a look of extreme pain.
However, it was the eldest prince Qin Yu who had already cultivated her in advance to seal her and imprison her before the accident happened.
Qin Yu sat aside with a gloomy expression and a sneer on his lips. His face was calm and no one knew what he was thinking.
"I'm fine, senior sister, don't worry."
Lin Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and squeezed out a smile on his pale face.
But this smile, in this cold wind and snow, makes people feel extremely distressed.
"You can still laugh after being hit by my bloody handprint. You are not an easy person."
The person who made the move fell on the snow. He was wearing a Shence Camp military uniform. He was in his thirties. His eyes were like poisonous snakes and his cheeks were thin, giving him a very cold feeling.
He spoke unhurriedly, staring at Lin Yun with a viper-like gaze.
"It's Han Tianming! The captain of the Dragon Scale Guard..."
"This guy has quite a reputation. He is said to be the strongest in the Half-Step Zifu. If he doesn't leave the Zifu, he will be unbeatable."
"Lin Yun suffered a big loss. If he hadn't struck out with that sword, he might not have been hit by the bloody handprint."
Someone in the crowd quickly recognized this half-step strong man from Zifu. There were quite a few masters in Shence Camp.
"However, he dared to disrupt the eldest prince's wedding and even injured him. Today, you will definitely die, kill him!"
The cold-blooded ruthlessness and decisiveness of the soldiers were very obvious in Han Tianming. Without giving Lin Yun a chance to take a breath, he ordered the Shence Battalion to dispatch.
The guards in the Shence camp, riding war horses, turned into violent hurricanes and rushed towards Lin Yun.
Rumble!
This time, it was not just eight Dragon Scale Guards, but hundreds of cavalrymen rushed in at once, wearing battle armor, with cold expressions and resolute expressions.
Hundreds of elites from the Shence Camp, working together seamlessly and brutally
The murderous aura merged into one.
The war horses followed the formation of the army, and the horses stepped on the flying snow. As they ran, the ground rumbled, and the sound was loud and powerful.
Waves of exclamations rang out, and deep shock flashed through the eyes of many onlookers.
The elites in the Shence camp are definitely no match for the sect's leaders in one-on-one combat, and they can even kill them like melons and vegetables.
But once the number reaches hundreds, there will be a qualitative fission. They practice the same method and the same martial arts. The probability is clear. They practice every day and cooperate seamlessly. There are almost no flaws, especially in frontal charges.
Not to mention the eighth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu is also a word of death.
Lin Yun's eyes were full of sharpness, the flower in his hand was buzzing, and his sword was filled with cold light.
Seven mysterious steps, the golden crow spreads its wings!
The Golden Crow Seal bloomed on his back, and his body rushed forward with a streak of rainbow light amidst the falling snow.
Seven mysterious steps, dazzling shadows!
When he was about to approach the hundreds of Shence Camp elites, his figure suddenly blurred, and the afterimages overlapped, like clouds and mist rising suddenly from the mountains.
The hundreds of Shence Battalion elites suddenly had confusion in their eyes, full of murderous intent, but they were unable to lock onto Lin Yun.
In the wind and snow that fell like knives, it was impossible to see his figure clearly for a while.
"There!"
When they found Lin Yun again, they were shocked to find that Lin Yun had already jumped above them at some unknown time.
kill!
In mid-air, the sharpness in Lin Yun's eyes condensed, bursting out with boundless killing intent. The cold light of the funeral flower overflowed, and a chill that was colder than the wind and snow was shed, just like Lin Yun's determination at this moment.
The sword connects people's hearts and minds are connected.
Like me, like a sword, fearless in life and death!
The trembling flower-burial sword made a loud trembling sound that resounded in all directions and was deafening. Many people were unable to hold the sword firmly in their hands.
Phew!
The hundred elites were suddenly in chaos, and Lin Yun, who fell into them, was flying up and down. Each man was killed with a sword, and the blood splashed into the rainbow, dyeing the white snow falling in the air red.
In an instant, people were on the ground, and no one was standing except Lin Yun.
Most of the 100 people in the Shence camp were killed or injured, and almost all died.
The eye-catching blood fell on the snow, and those who saw it were horrified and moved. But the guards of the Shence Battalion did not. They were battle-hardened warriors who had long been accustomed to all kinds of killings and only respected military orders.
The Shence Battalion cavalry in the rear row came like the wind and crushed them again.
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and made a move. Under the palm of his hand, the Flower Burial Sword began to spin for no reason. During the rotation, a violent storm arose, and the vast force of the sword continued to accumulate.
The strong wind swept the heavy snow, dancing around him, and the young man's long hair was fluttering.
The light of the bright moon!
When the power of the sword reached its peak, Lin Yun held the rotating hilt of the sword with his backhand. It seemed as if a bright moon was rising behind him, turning into a mighty sword light with the sword.
The purple sword light is like the light of the bright moon, and the moonlight is so bright and dazzling that it eclipses the wind and snow in the sky.
Bang bang bang!
The oncoming cavalry, under the sweep of the sword light, had their armor shattered and their horses dead. The complete formation was thrown into chaos. After falling to the ground, they were in agony and wailing.
Bang!
But before Lin Yun had time to put away his sword, he saw a flash of red light, and Han Tianming appeared in front of him. A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his hand and stamped his heart with a palm. There was a bloody mark on his palm like a poisonous snake.
ferocious.
Phew!
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Lin Yun avoided his vital points, but was still imprinted on his right shoulder by his palm.
A stream of blood suddenly spattered from his right shoulder, and the palm light vibrated, knocking him away again.
"So shameless!"
Everyone who saw this scene gritted their teeth. Han Tianming was half a step into the Zifu realm, and his cultivation level was much higher than Lin Yun's.
But his attacks were despicable and disgusting. Every time, Lin Yun would strike at the moment when he sheathed his sword.
In the past, no matter how many casualties there were in Shence Camp, he would remain calm and just stare at them like a poisonous snake.
thump!
Lin Yun fell to the snow, and Zang Hua came out of his hand. This time, the injury was more serious than the previous one.
He is half a step into the realm of Zifu, and his carefully prepared palm, even if it avoids the vital point, is not something that ordinary people can bear.
"Lin Yun, leave quickly and leave me alone."
On the carriage, Xinyan looked painful and shouted loudly.
Ta-ta-ta!
The Shence battalion at the rear was still gathering, and the eldest prince on the carriage had an expressionless face. On both sides of him, the distinguished guests of the Qingxuan Society cast their indifferent expressions on Lin Yun, without any fluctuation, as if he was a dead man.
The crowds from all directions had pitiful expressions in their eyes. The young man who fell to the ground in the wind and snow was really helpless.
After all, he is the eldest prince,
He didn't say a word or even a look.
Let this young man see the consequences of irritating him.
If nothing unexpected happened, Lin Yun would probably be killed by force.
What if you have practiced swordsmanship to the realm of transformation?
One person and one sword can kill the Shence Camp, but what about the bloody sword Feihong?
If Han Tianming doesn't tangle with you, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, there will be no room for him to show off.
"kill!"
Han Tianming's thin face showed a cold smile, and disdain flashed in his eyes.
He enjoyed the pleasure of toying with such a genius monster in the midst of applause. Ten days ago, he was also a leader. Unfortunately, after failing to be promoted to the Zifu, he has been stuck in the Zifu realm for half a step until now.
He has a twisted and perverted hatred towards the evil leader.
Boom, boom, boom!
With the war horses neighing and a hurricane blowing behind them, the Shence battalion assembled at the rear, under Han Tianming's order, charged forward again. The ground trembled violently, and the shouts of killing from heaven and earth made people tremble with fear.
"Let's go, let's go quickly!"
Xinyan's eyes turned red and she choked with sobs.
Lin Yun on the ground smiled bitterly: "Sister, since I'm here, I won't leave without results. The blood is not yet cold, so there is no reason to take back the drawn sword."
For whom you rejoice, for whom you worry, for whom you draw your sword and never look back!
Bang!
The young man slapped his palm fiercely in the snow, causing snowflakes to splash. Lin Yun stood up and shouted: "Sword!"
The flower-burial sword scattered in the distance made a clanging sound, and was held tightly by him as he waved.
Thousands of miles of frost!
Facing hundreds of elites from the Shence Battalion who were shouting to kill Zhentian, Lin Yun in mid-air was filled with sword intent. The moment he held the Flower Burial Sword, he raised his hand and waved it. Endless chill was accompanied by the vast force of the sword.
Everything in its path will be frozen.
The wind is cold, the snow is cold, and the human heart is even colder than the wind and snow.
But Lin Yun's sword moves forward indomitably!
Like the wind, like the wind of autumn leaves, like the bleak wind of withered leaves on an autumn night.
Like snow, like the snow in the cold winter, like the snow that freezes everything in the cold winter.
Click!
The ice shattered, and the hundreds of Shence Battalion elites who rushed over spat out blood. Without exception, they were all blown away by the ice sword intent in their bodies.
"Die!"
Amidst the ferocious laughter, Han Tianming turned into a flash of red light and appeared in front of Lin Yun with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
With a ferocious smile on his face, and murderous intent in his eyes, he swung out a palm and went straight to Lin Yun's head.
Many warriors in the crowd suddenly took a breath of cold air and thought to themselves, how cruel... This Han Tianming is really as cold as a poisonous snake, no, he is more terrifying than a poisonous snake.
But Han Tianming was startled, and felt an inexplicable panic. He saw Lin Yun's eyes, as calm as water, but still turbulent.
It's like looking at a dead person, without any emotion.
"What's going on?"
Doubts suddenly arose in Han Tianming's heart.
Flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, Geng gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern... each of the perfect second-grade spiritual patterns shines like stars in Lin Yun's body meridians, crisscrossing and ringing.
Linked together, they form a vast picture.
Lin Yun's whole body suddenly burst out with bright auras from the inside to the outside. The pressure on his body surged crazily, the ninth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu, half a step into the Zifu...
boom!
Before he stopped, the aura on his body reached the half-step Zifu level, and soared to the frightening Zifu realm.
Han Tianming's palm light stopped half an inch in front of Lin Yun's forehead, and he could no longer move forward at all. This terrifying pressure from the Purple Mansion shook him to the point of being twisted and painful.
What's going on?
His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Seal of Thousand Machines, Map of Mountains and Rivers Shattered in the Palm!
Accompanied by a shocking tiger roar, a huge tiger palm suddenly fell from the air, falling rapidly with thunderous momentum.
"No!"
Han Tianming was frightened, his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat.
Is it refundable?
Lin Yun, I have been waiting for him for a long time!
Bang!
When Tiger Palm landed on the vast snowy ground, Han Tianming, who was half a step into the Zifu realm, was beaten into a pulp on the spot. The ground shook violently, and the street suddenly exploded with loud noises and roars, as if the whole world was here.
Under the palm, he began to tremble.
Countless figures were thrown into the air under the shock. Rocks flew across the sky, flying snow danced wildly, and the entire world turned into a mess.
"Follow me!"
Lin Yun glanced at Xin Yan on the carriage and flew away without hesitation.
With my heart towards the sword, I have no fear of life or death, even if there are thousands of people, I will go for it!