A picture of mountains and rivers shattered by palms caused the street to burst into pieces. Gravels and snowflakes accompanied the Shence Camp guards at the end, forming a mess in the air.
The sudden change caused the guards of the Shence Camp to be thrown into chaos. Many people were affected by the aftermath and were unable to take care of themselves.
Especially Han Tianming's death was beyond everyone's expectations.
No one expected that this half-stepping Zifu Shence Camp strongman would be beaten to a pulp by Lin Yun's blow, leaving his body intact.
Such an ending is something he himself would never have imagined in his wildest dreams.
A moment ago, he was still stuck in the pleasure of toying with geniuses and applauding.
The next moment, it was ground into pulp and mixed with snowflakes and gravel.
Whoops!
In the midst of the chaos, Lin Yun came through the air and rushed towards Xin Yan who was on the horse without looking back.
There were snowflakes and stone chips hitting his face, which was extremely painful, but he didn't have any scruples.
Amidst the chaos of the strong wind, it flew straight towards Xinyan.
The eldest prince on the carriage looked calm, and he remained calm as he saw Lin Yun getting closer.
It was as if Lin Yun was just air, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Just when Lin Yun was about to approach the carriage, three sword rays appeared out of nowhere. The true energy surged and the sword rays criss-crossed, laying down a net of swords with sharp edges in front of the eldest prince and Xinyan.
The three people who took action were Wang Feng of Shuiyue Villa, Ji Wuheng of Hunyuan Sect, and Tang Jie of Qintian Academy, who were the core disciples of each sect in Qingxuanhui.
The three of them are all at the tenth level of Xuanwu, and even Lin Yun's terrifying swordsmanship has pushed their own cultivation to the extreme.
It was obvious that he wanted to attack Lin Yun's destiny and seize the weakness of his cultivation, which was only at the eighth level of Xuanwu.
Ji Wuheng, Wang Feng, and Tang Jie are from different sects. In terms of tacit understanding, they are definitely not as good as the elite of the Shence Camp. However, the three of them are all core disciples of the sect, ranking second in the Qin Empire.
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The three of them working together is far more terrifying than the elite charge of the Shence battalion hundreds of meters away.
Seeing that three terrifying sword movements were about to overlap, a difficult choice was placed in front of Lin Yun.
Retreat or not?
If you retreat, you will miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The Map of Shattering Mountains and Rivers cannot be performed once. When the Shence Camp stabilizes, it will be almost impossible to break through the layers of killing formations.
But I won’t retreat...
When these three sword beams fall, even if they can be broken, they will still be injured on the spot. If you are not careful, you may even die on the spot without a complete body.
The opponent's sword will not show any mercy.
No retreat!
In the midst of the electric light and flint, Lin Yun no longer had any confusion in his eyes. He pushed his innate sword intent to the extreme in half a step. He buried the flower in his hand, trembling incessantly, and all seventy-one purple kites bloomed in his dantian, and the surging aura filled his dantian.
His body suddenly exploded.
Bang!
The Burial Flower Sword, blessed by half a step of innate sword intent, collided hard with three overlapping sword lights.
Amidst the shocking loud noise, a bright light erupted, like the scorching sun reappearing, and the crowd in all directions was dazzled.
Rub rub rub rub!
In the duel of sword intentions, the invisible sword power is like substance, turning into ripples and spreading out.
On the ten-mile long street in the wind and snow, a long sword was out of the control of everyone, and it came out with a clang.
"My sword!"
"This... is too strong. This kind of sword power is simply unheard of."
"It's scary, Lin Yun actually blocked him. The swordsmen of the three top forces joined forces and didn't suppress him!"
Under the terrifying aura, the people on both sides of the street had extremely surprised looks in their eyes.
Wang Feng of Shuiyue Villa, Ji Wuheng of Hunyuan Sect, and Tang Jie of Qintian Academy all looked a little ugly. Unexpectedly,
Such a big embarrassment was made in front of the eldest prince.
The three of them joined forces, but they were unable to suppress Lin Yun with their swordsmanship. They should have crushed their opponent.
There was a loud bang, and the two sides in mid-air pushed each other away.
The bright sword light burst into pieces and turned into a fierce wind, sweeping in all directions.
Amidst the strong wind, Ji Wuheng and the others' eyes flashed with coldness, and they looked at each other, with murderous intent rising from their bodies.
"Smoke is rising!"
"Iron lock across the river!"
"One sword reaches the sky!"
The moment the killing move was launched, there was an overwhelming sword light, forming a radiance like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, sweeping towards Lin Yun.
"Well done!"
Amidst the flying snowflakes, Lin Yun's green clothes were stained with blood. When he saw the three killing moves coming, he did not panic at all.
The Shuiyue Sword Technique, which he had practiced to the transformation state, showed astonishing power in his hands.
Bang!
When the power of the Shuiyue sword soared to the extreme, Lin Yun's figure suddenly exploded, and nine afterimages appeared in mid-air, real and false, false and true, and he dispersed like white clouds. The extremely arrogant and domineering sword power, in an instant,
In between, it became ethereal and agile.
The clouds are uncertain and unpredictable.
"What's going on?"
The expressions of Ji Wuheng and the other three people suddenly changed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes. Lin Yun, who was clearly targeted by them, suddenly couldn't figure it out.
There were nine afterimages, it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and the killer move in his hand was undecided for a moment.
"Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water!"
With a soft drink, nine afterimages overlapped in the air for an instant, and at the moment of overlap, the moonlight of the blue dragon changed on Lin Yun.
Clouds and clouds wax and wane, and the wind and clouds change.
The snowflakes are falling, the clouds are gone and the rain is falling, and the colors are shining brightly. The cold light on the tip of the sword blooms like a flower, the sky is blue and the water is clear, and the falling flowers fly with the bright moon!
The flying snow, cold wind, moonlight, and falling flowers all seemed to slow down under this sword, and slowed down into a painting called Mirror Flowers and Water Moon.
When he stabbed out with his sword, Lin Yun looked like the Immortal Di walking out of the painting, wearing neon clothes woven by the moonlight.
A sword broke through the painting and came out.
Ji Wuheng and the others had no time to react. He broke through the painting with a sword that looked like an immortal dancing, smashing the three of them into pieces.
Phew!
When the sword light came over them, the three of them spat out blood and were slashed down in mid-air.
The swords scattered in the air were like broken drawing paper, flying together with the snowflakes, and the light dispersed, creating a boundless beauty.
"Oh My God!"
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
"What on earth did I see..."
The stunned people woke up and screamed one after another, unable to stop at all.
If before, Lin Yun's swordsmanship only showed the tip of the iceberg of the realm of transformation. Then this sword, this sword mirror flower, water and moon, shows the mystery of the realm of transformation to its peak, which is breathtaking.
Especially the man who drew the sword, who cut off his profound veins three months ago and became a useless person.
But after three months, when he made a comeback, the brilliance he showed was almost impossible to watch directly.
A sword hit three people severely, and Lin Yun continued to be castrated, falling towards Xinyan.
"That's it..."
The eldest prince Qin Yu, who had been silent from beginning to end, suddenly spoke.
boom!
The moment he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure suddenly surged from behind the carriage, dominating the world like a king. Everyone suddenly felt a huge pressure falling on themselves.
In an instant, many people's legs and feet were shaking and they felt unable to stand firm.
"A strong man in the Purple Mansion Realm!"
Everyone's expressions changed drastically, this huge pressure
force,
Lin Yun looked up and saw a palm light falling suddenly, and a golden flame-like brilliance bloomed on the palm light. The palm light was like a mountain, and it fell suddenly. Lin Yun, who had not yet dissipated the peak sword power, was blasted on the spot.
Fly out.
"Poof!"
Spitting out blood, Lin Yun fell heavily onto the snow.
"The eldest prince, it has been found out that he came alone. There are no masters from the Purple Mansion around him. There are quite a few disciples from the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion mixed in with the crowd, but there is not a single elder from the Purple Mansion realm, and there is no sword-wielding elder.
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The eldest prince on the carriage heard a voice transmission in his ears, and his face couldn't help but be slightly startled.
The reason why he never killed Lin Yun was because from the beginning to the end, he did not believe that Lin Yun really came alone.
There must be someone protecting him. No one in the Qin Empire would dare to disobey him so blatantly.
This was a suicide attempt. He didn't believe it. If Lin Yun really dared to commit suicide, he must have something to rely on.
But he didn't expect that the result surprised him. Lin Yun really came alone.
A lone hero?
If you want to be a hero, just die...
With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Qin Yu ignored Xin Yan and nodded without any trace.
Lin Yun, the Zifu master who had been knocked back before, appeared again and struck Lin Yun with another ruthless palm, chasing his soul and killing him.
Just now, Lin Yun's palm was blocked by Jing Hua Shui Yue's sword, but it did not kill Lin Yun.
But after this palm fell, Lin Yun no longer had such a chance.
Under the Zi Mansion, there are all ants, and the gap is too big.
But at this moment, a huge fist light suddenly burst out in mid-air. It rushed over like a dragon and a tiger, and rushed towards the palm light. There was an explosion, and the palm light and the fist light exploded at the same time.
Whoops!
In mid-air, a figure wearing a white faceless mask appeared among the snowflakes and blocked the Zifu master.
The old man in gray clothes in the Purple Mansion Realm had a cold light in his eyes and looked directly at this person: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, do you dare to take off your mask?"
"You don't have to worry about who I am. If you want to kill Lin Yun, you have to get through me first!"
The mysterious master suddenly appeared, his eyes calm, and he responded calmly.
Who is it?
A trace of doubt arose in everyone's mind, as to who this person was and how he dared to interfere in the affairs of the eldest prince.
His stance and fist look don't look like someone from Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.
The eldest prince also had a look of surprise in his eyes, slightly puzzled. Didn't you mean that no one came to the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion?
"Lin Yun will die today. No one can save him, and you are no exception!"
The sharp edge in the eyes of the old man in gray was turbid and domineering, making people feel heart-stopping and extremely sharp.
boom!
After the words fell, the old man in gray clothes stepped out step by step in the snow and walked slowly towards Lin Yun.
Every step he takes will leave a footprint in the snow. There seems to be a mysterious mark left in the footprints, and the falling snowflakes cannot cover it up.
When he walked out seven steps, the aura of the old man in gray had completely suppressed the wind and snow in the sky.
He was like a wall in the sky, pressing in ruthlessly and domineeringly, bringing huge oppression to people.
"If you are brave, you can take a step forward and try!"
The figure wearing a white faceless mask in mid-air gently landed next to Lin Yun, with his feet dangling in the air, leaving no trace on the snow.
The arrogant and suffocating old man in gray frowned slightly.
The aura on his body suddenly became extremely cold, but after all, he did not move forward, staring at the white figure with the mask.
