Yi Yun loosened his fingers and shot twelve energy arrows together. In front of the Sun-shooting Nine Shang Bow, the Yin Sha without a physical body was like a living target, unable to withstand Yi Yun's attack.
One bow shoots twelve arrows, severely injuring or even killing twelve Yin Sha. If this continues, Yi Yun can kill all the Yin Sha in the place where the Yin Sha sleeps with just a few bows.
How could Zhulong just sit back and watch something like this happen? When Yi Yun fired his second bow, Zhulong moved. With the Hand of Heaven's Punishment on his hand, he punched Yi Yun's energy arrow!
During the fierce battle with Yi Yun, Zhulong's hand was injured, and it has just healed. Moreover, the influence of his secret technique and the power of overdrafting Qi and blood has not been eliminated.
Now that he was punching out, although his momentum was still astonishing, Yi Yun was keenly aware that this momentum was actually not as good as before.
"boom!"
Zhulong's punch hit all the energy arrows shot by Yi Yun. The energy arrows exploded, the pure Yang energy contained in them exploded, and pure Yang flames rose up.
The moment Zhulong smashed the energy arrow, Yi Yun moved. He held the Pure Yang Broken Sword and rushed towards Zhulong.
The two major dharma totems, the Golden Crow and the Nine Infants, appeared behind Yi Yun, with sword light piercing the void.
At Yi Yun's side, Lin Xintong also followed in Yi Yun's footsteps.
Lin Xintong was dressed in white like snow. As she danced her long sword, behind her, a green lake emerged out of thin air. The lake was blue, sparkling, and exuding an indescribable cold air. In the distance of the green lake, there was a bright moon in the sky.
Hanging high, it emits light like water.
Lin Xintong's sword, carrying the light of the cold moon, poured towards Zhulong.
At this time, Yin Sha was being resurrected, and time was running out, and Lin Xintong did not need to protect Jiang Xiaorou, so she simply worked with Yi Yun, two against one, to kill Zhu Long as quickly as possible.
Two swords combined, one yin and one yang!
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong have been practicing together for many years, and have also practiced the "Empress Heart Sutra" together. Although the rules they practice are completely opposite, they complement each other. When they join forces, their strength is more than just the sum of the two.
For a moment, Zhulong's pressure increased sharply! Behind him was the still resurrected Yin Sha. He had no way to retreat, so he could only throw out punch after punch regardless of consumption.
"Help me!"
Zhulong shouted loudly. Behind him, Feng Ming, She Ji, Qiong Qi, and several other reincarnations could only rush forward. Originally there were members of the Heavenly Blood Alliance to help them, but now all the members of the Heavenly Blood Alliance are at a disadvantage.
With their bodies taken away from them, they could only rely on themselves to withstand Lin Xintong and Yi Yun's attacks.
They knew very well that only by holding on until most of the evil spirits in the Soul Tomb were resurrected could they turn defeat into victory. Otherwise, they would definitely die.
The sword light shines, with a rainbow of pure sunshine on one side and a cold river of water and moon on the other. The intersection of yin and yang makes you invincible!
"ah!"
Qiongqi, who had been injured, was the first to be unable to hold on. His vitality arc was directly torn to pieces by the sword light. He screamed and flew backwards.
Beside him, She Ji was injured by Lin Xintong's sword energy again. The cold air on the sword edge cut She Ji's wrist, and her entire palm was immediately frozen, becoming as fragile as ice crystals.
The cold air spread upwards along She Ji's arms. She Ji's expression changed, and she retreated while urging her vitality to resist Lin Xintong's cold air. However, that wisp of cold air was immortal and it forcibly broke through She Ji's meridians.
It continued to spread towards She Ji’s heart.
This wisp of cold air contained the laws that Lin Xintong understood and was unstoppable.
She Ji's expression changed. She knew that rushing forward would be the same as committing suicide. Although she had to wait until Yin Sha was resurrected, she had to survive until then.
Without She Ji and Qiong Qi, it will be even harder for Master Fengming and Zhulong to support themselves!
Master Fengming could only play a little disruptive role, and Zhulong had to bear most of the attacks from Yi Yun and others.
Zhulong bit the tip of his tongue and blasted out fist shadows all over the sky.
Even though their vitality was severely damaged and they were one against two, Zhulong's attack could not be underestimated. It actually forced Yi Yun and Lin Xintong's sword energy to slow down.
"Go to hell!"
Zhulong roared, the muscles on his face were completely twisted, and he rushed towards Yi Yun and Lin Xintong desperately.
Yi Yun and Lin Xintong looked cold and determined. Their swords crossed each other, the second sword!
Boom!
The rivers of pure yang and pure yin meet and rush towards the candle dragon again,
Zhulong's body was halfway through the rush, and all the energy in his body drained away quickly. Endless sword energy poured into his body-protecting energy. He was like a fish swimming upstream against the torrent, but was exhausted and was on the verge of reaching its limit.
Boom!
A crack appeared in Zhulong's body-protecting energy, and the knuckles of his right hand made a crisp sound. His originally broken phalanges, which had not yet fully healed, broke again at this time.
His attack was also stopped!
In a life-and-death battle, even a blink of an eye's hesitation can cause earth-shaking changes in the situation of the battle. What's more, he is facing the combined forces of Yi Yun and Lin Xintong!
Zhulong's heart suddenly sank, and at this moment, the swords of Yi Yun and Lin Xintong had already pierced Zhulong's eyes!
Yi Yun's sword was like the dazzling sun, but Lin Xintong's sword was like the dullest breeze.
The sense of crisis brought about by this sword light is like a terrifying blood pool hell. The sound of wind is filled with the wails of countless people, sweeping towards Zhulong!
In front of this bloody wind, Zhulong is like a small boat on the sea, unable to withstand it at all, and will be destroyed instantly!
Zhulong couldn't avoid it. He roared wildly and punched out with both fists. The two fists hit Lin Xintong and Yi Yun's swords together!
Originally, Zhulong could barely hold on against one person, but against two people...
"boom!"
A loud bang exploded in Zhulong's ears.
This sound was the sound of the violent energy carried by these two swords exploding in his body as they cut through flesh and blood.
The energy was released, and Zhulong's left and right shoulders exploded into two clusters of blood. The powerful impact caused him to fly backwards, hit the ground, and slid a hundred feet away, leaving a deep trail on the ground.
Deep ravine!
The candle dragon hit a stone pillar that was sleeping and evil, and he felt a shock behind him, and black blood gurgled out from the corner of his mouth!
Zhulong's face turned pale, and the two swords just now stabbed his left and right hands through the hands of heaven's punishment, breaking the joints of both hands!
Yi Yun was holding a broken sword, and blood was still flowing on the blade. The blood would not stay on the rusty blade, but would be absorbed by the broken sword.
Yi Yun didn't hesitate at all. He shook the Pure Yang Broken Sword in his hand and drew the sword again!
For Yi Yun, the distance of a hundred feet was just an instant. In the blink of an eye, the edge of his sword was aimed at Zhulong's eyebrows and stabbed straight through.
"die!"
Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
Yi Yun's sword surged with murderous intent, and the golden wind turned directly into turbulent golden waves, more than a hundred feet high, as if it could submerge the mountains on the earth.
Facing such a terrifying aura, Zhulong suddenly felt a deep feeling that chilled his heart. He felt that his death was coming!
Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the extreme despair made Zhulong feel crazy.
"If you want to kill me, I will die with you!" Zhulong roared. He was unwilling to give in! He has been reincarnated so many times. In each of his lives, he can dominate the lives of countless people and stand on top of those people's heads.
, accept their worship and feel their fear of themselves.
As for Yi Yun, he is just a young genius in his twenties. Why should he compare with himself?
"Death, death, death!" Zhulong burned his essence and blood, and all the blood in his body burned. His whole body seemed to be in red flames. He wore the Hand of Heaven's Punishment on his left hand, like
A ball of rich blood blasted into the surging waves of blood!
"boom!"
This punch is earth-shattering!
However, at this time, Lin Xintong also took action.
Her mental power had already locked onto the energy flow all over Zhulong's body. The moment Zhulong threw out this punch desperately, Lin Xintong's sword energy was like delicate flowing water, entwining around Zhulong's fist.
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Yin and softness are inseparable. Lin Xintong understood the law of pure yin. Her sword is good at using softness to overcome hardness.
This sword light does not kill people, nor does it collide head-on with Zhulong's fist light, but guides and moves a thousand pounds!
Zhulong felt his fist lighten, and his strength flowed away quickly like a flood that had released its gates. All of his fist strength was taken away by Lin Xintong!
His fist strength was greatly reduced, how could he fight against Yi Yun's sword in this situation?
In the wanton torrent of energy, the broken Guzhuo sword tip silently broke through the pure Yang flame and passed through the burning blood.
A seemingly ordinary sword is actually the judgment of heaven.
When it stabbed Zhulong's heart slowly and stubbornly, Zhulong's eyes widened.
Reluctance, resentment, disbelief... Zhulong's eyes contained too many things.
"puff!"
A soft sound seemed inconspicuous among the sounds of energy explosions around him, but in Zhulong's ears, it was infinitely clear.
His chest was scorching, and his heart was pierced by the broken sword. The beating of his heart muscle turned into a struggle on the edge of the sword. Every time his heart contracted, a large amount of blood would be cut by the blade.
The blood spurted out from the wound. Zhulong was holding the Chunyang Broken Sword in one hand, and still clenching his fist in the other hand.
"You...you..." Zhulong's lips moved and he stared at Yi Yun. His eyes were blood red because of hatred.
Yi Yun held the broken sword in his hand, exerted force on his wrist, and twisted the blade. The pure Yang energy in the broken sword poured out, pouring into Zhulong's limbs and bones, burning his meridians and blood.
Zhulong's body twitched violently, his pupils lost focus, and his vision of Yi Yun was blurry.
Just now, the twisted Chunyang Broken Sword crushed his heart.
"Kill me...you will pay the price, the inheritance of Blood Moon..."
Zhulong's lips moved, and blood was pouring out of the corners of his mouth with every word he spoke. However, when he said this, the Chunyang Broken Sword wiped his neck.
"You can die."
Yi Yun said this calmly without any expression on his face, and he gently wiped the blood off the sword's edge.
Zhulong tilted his head, and his entire head was cut off by Yi Yun. His eyes were wide open, and he stared at the dark clouds and red moon in the sky without closing his eyes.