Sovereign of the Era

"Die!"

The ten strong men with three orifices flying in the air are the first to kill them, and the top ten moves fall towards Lin Yun at the same time.

Each kill move, although not the same.

But these ten people obviously cooperate with each other on weekdays, and their momentum is completely trained into a piece, which creates huge pressure on people.

In the face of so many moves to kill, even if it is a strong congenital four orifices, also have to retreat.

What's more, there are more than 20 warriors with two orifices on the ground.

Lin Yun, with one sword, looks like an ant facing an elephant. He is thin and small.

"I don't believe it. You can't do it against the weather!"

Back to Yan Tianrui, standing far away, looks ferocious and terrifying.

Even if Lin Yun is strong, he can only open two orifices, so many people can grind him to death.

Smell the sword!

All of a sudden, in the mountains and forests, bursts of ethereal sounds sounded. The sword in Lin Yun's hand is humming and shaking for no reason.

"My sword..."

"Damn it, what's going on?"

The first time, the ten people who were killed in the air were surprised to find that some of them did not listen to the command.

Originally, the ten killing moves, which were unable to be kicked by the pressure people, broke out in a short time, and their power was greatly reduced.

Liufeng sword technique, shining back!

With a flash of light in his eyes, Lin Yun, holding a funeral foil, rose from the sky.

In the rose petals all over the sky, others follow the sword and fly up and down, leaving behind a trace of sword light in the air.

Dang Dang Dang!

Only the sound of the collision of the weapons was heard. Ten strong men with three orifices were defeated by each.

The body more or less, all leave a ferocious and terrible scar, Blood Sword such as spring.

After ten people landed on the ground, they took several steps on their legs, and their faces were painful and twisted.

Gather swords into the wind!

Lin Yun fell to the ground with his sword and fought with more than 20 warriors with two orifices.

Like the wolf into the sheep, invincible.

Thanks to the increase of burial foil, his already terrible quadruple Chunyang Lingyuan becomes more frightening. These two orificed warriors of Lei Yan's xueyunmen branch were not his enemies at all. They even killed him when he could not even touch his clothes.

The extremely sharp funeral foil is shining with light. Lin Yun is like cutting melons and vegetables.

"Catch up with him!"

Ten warriors with three orifices were so angry that they reorganized their formation and killed them again.

Lin Yun has a smile on his mouth. He doesn't entangle with these people. He only comes and goes among more than 20 martial artists with two orifices.

Howling, one after another, howling.

After a few back and forth, ten blood Cloud Gate martial arts men with three orifices were chasing and kicking. Of the 20 strong men with three orifices, none of them had died.

On the ground, there was a river of blood, broken limbs and legs, everywhere.

Rose flowers fall on the ground all over the sky. The fragrance of flowers and the smell of blood mix together. It's very uncomfortable for people to disperse in the air.

Tick, tick, tick!

Lin Yun standing with a sword, drops of blood, along the tip of the sword, drops on the ground.

Ten congenitally three orifices martial artists kicking Qi, their forehead sweat drips continuously, and their eyes toward Lin Yun become extremely frightened.

The young man with a delicate face in front of him, of course, after pulling out his sword, the fierce determination of the sofa made people shudder.

Xueyunmen has always boasted of its brutal means, which makes people feel scared.

But today, in the face of the young man in front of him, his heart trembled slightly.

Sand! Sand!

Holding a funeral sword, Lin Yun walked slowly step by step, stepping on the ground petals, making a slight sound.

The voice is not loud and can be heard in other people's ears, like the life blowing Rune from prison.

Ten people's back cold sweat DC, the face shows tangled color, unexpectedly by Lin Yun a person, forced a dilemma.

"Kill!"

In the eyes of the leader, a fierce look flashed over him. He roared and took the lead to rush over.

"Kill, kill!"

The remaining nine people roared in unison and rushed away with blood and anger in their bones.

Thunder sound sword technique, gale style!

Lin Yunqing drinks, a sword, 9981 shadow.

The shadow overlaps perfectly in an instant, and the wind blows like thunder.

Bang! Accompanied by a thunderclap that resounded from all directions.

Ten martial artists with three orifices, who rushed across, came to "what a powerful force!"

Lin Yun's arm trembles with amazement in his eyes. Unexpectedly, there is such a terrible forbidden technique in the blood Cloud Gate.

Dawdle!

In the counterattack, a sword light, chopping on the other side. Blood splashes like a spring, but not only does not repel the other side, but makes Yan Tianrui more and more irritable.The wind roared like thunder!

Gritting his teeth, Lin Yun once again uses the thunder sound sword technique of the fierce wind style. Eighty one sword lights are exactly the same, falling on the other side.

Yan Tianrui's huge body was shaken to a height of 100 meters, and his clothes

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burst.

A piece of inner armor that radiates blood light is exposed on the chest. It looks like a terrible scar, but it is not hurt.

"Top grade Xuanjia!"

Lin Yun cursed in his heart. He actually wore a top-grade Xuanjia, which was really a bit difficult.

Originally, Yan Tianrui, who was completely bestialized, was already comparable to the monster with five orifices, but he didn't have much sense. At present, with a top-grade Xuanjia, it's just a little desperate.

"Ha ha ha, if you have any cards left, you can make them!"

Yan Tianrui laughs wildly and comes again.

There is no rules, but it is not fatal to play, forcing Lin Yun slightly embarrassed.

Boom!

Lin Yun's face was calm, and his sword was dancing. He stepped back more than a hundred steps.

Thunder sound sword technique, falling flower style!

After another ten moves, Lin Yun seized the opportunity and flashed a light in his clear eyes.

The second form of Lei Yin's sword technique is even more terrible.

Heaven and earth were dark in his eyes, and a sad Rose was teetering in the air.

When the petals, and Yan Tianrui's body, completely overlap the moment.

In this moment of falling flowers, a fleeting moment, the burial sword was split out in anger.

Click!

The beautiful rose, shining in the light of the sword, was cut in half in an instant.

Bang!

Yan Tianrui's heavy ruler, at the same time, falls on Lin Yun and splits him out.

Yan Tianrui, who also flies upside down, shakes and struggles to stand up after a howl.

Lin Yun's face is a little pale. When he wields this sword, he doesn't have much spirit.

The two types of top-grade congenital martial arts skills almost exhausted his innate spirit.

Lin Yun, kneeling on one knee, frowned and said, "can you still get up?"

Struggling to get up, Yan Tianrui's evil spirit is even more terrifying. There are several cracks in the Xuanjia on his chest, but he still has the strength to fight in the first World War.

"Die!"

Yan Tianrui looks at Lin Yun, who has run out of Lingyuan. He laughs wildly and steps over step by step.

Boom!

With each step, the ground trembled and even split several cracks under his heavy step.

Death is near, when the other side is about to kill him completely.

Lin Yun snorted coldly. His palm slapped heavily on the ground. At the moment when his body bounced up, he stabbed out a sword.

In the Dantian area, the light of the broken sword was flying out of his mind.

When this ray of sword light fused with the burial sword, Yan Tianrui was only three steps away from him.

The heavy ruler in his hand had no time to fall, so he was swept by a sword and flew for a hundred meters without any resistance.

Click!

On hearing a crisp sound, Yan Tianrui on the way upside down, his top grade Xuanjia inch fragments, completely disintegrated.

After landing, the dust rises all over the sky and makes a great noise.

Lin Yun is carrying a sword. His delicate face is shining with sharp edge. Step by step, he steps into the rolling dust.

In the center of the dust, Yan Tianrui, who fell to the ground, has turned into an ordinary person.

But the body is no longer human like, pale without any blood color, no more before the madness.

Seeing Lin Yun coming, Yan Tianrui gets up in a panic, turns around and runs.

Bang!

Before he stepped on his legs, he was kicked by Lin Yun. In the moment of turning over, he was buried in the center of his eyebrows.

"Say it! What is the origin of my ancient sword case? "

Lin Yun's face was expressionless and he cheered coldly.

But who knows, this Yan Tianrui is on the verge of death, or not only grimace: "you have the seed to kill me? My father is the elder who broke the gate of blood cloud. In a word, the whole blood Cloud Gate will pursue you mercilessly

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