Sovereign of the Era

"To die?

Mu xiuhan, standing side by side, saw Lin Yun, who was indomitable in the snow and took the initiative to kill him.

The corners of the mouth are all touched with a touch of light irony, sneer more than.

But before long, they couldn't laugh, on the vast white land. The young man in Tsing Yi, with one sword, appears clearly and incomparably in the vision of the three, and gets closer in the wind and snow, but gradually blurs out in the perception of the three.

His sword power, like a cloud, quietly spread out and fluctuated.

"Gone?"

All of a sudden, the boy in blue in the wind and snow disappeared from the sight of the three.

Several people's faces changed greatly, secretly alert, look around to look for.

Bang!

The sound of the sword chanted, and a purple sword light appeared without any sign, and fell behind Bai Yue.

Bai Yue didn't think about it in a hurry. He pulled out his sword and pulled it out of his sheath to block it.

Boom!

At the moment when the blade was handed over, Zhenyuan was shocked. Bai Yue was shocked by a sword when he could not defend himself. His palms were numb, and some of them held the sword in his hand.

"Damn, what power is this!"

Bai Yue's eyes flashed, and he clearly had been promoted to ten levels of Xuanwu. However, in terms of Zhenyuan and sword sense, he was one notch weaker than the other.

The superposition of the two is the same as the power of a sword, but it has caused a huge gap.

Lin Yun, who shakes back the other party, doesn't chase him deeply. He seems to have eyes behind him. With a sword, he stabbed it. The sharp point of the sword is cold and sharp, just like a little star light.

The overwhelming cold comes from the tip of the sword, preparing to attack Jingjue from behind.

It looks like taking the initiative to rush to the funeral foil sword. When the cold light comes, it looks like a big change in face and suddenly retreats.

Wheezing!

Move a step between the flat ground, the long sleeves of green hills are like water, and the water waves are surging. A touch of sword light, from the top to the bottom to chop out, clearly is mu xiuhan diving down from the air.

But people are still in the air, but they are forced down by Lin Yun and the majestic sword light from the top to the bottom.

Dang!

Horizontal sword in the body, mu xiuhan teeth close bite, some efforts to block the sword.

"Can you stop it?"

Lin Yun looks indifferent. His sword, like a sudden wave on the lake, roars up, and then splashes down.

Dawdle, dawdle!

Between breath and breath, the light of the sword like a storm fell down towards mu xiuhan.

Mu xiuhan's ability to parry is the only thing left. In the continuous light of the sword, mu xiuhan's sword is constantly breaking back.

After seven seven forty-nine swords, Lin Yun suddenly adds gravity, and one sword cuts mu xiuhan out.

When the wrist shakes, he turns back and stabs out a sword.

Whew!

The cold light on the tip of the sword, like stars, is expanding in Jingjue's eyes. Its towering fierce flame, suddenly dumb fire, face became extremely ugly.

It was this sword and a turn around that found his flaw.

What the hell is going on here!

But this time, Lin Yun didn't give him the chance to leave calmly. The tip of his sword was two inches above his shoulder, and his feet kept approaching forward.

There is no way to describe Jing Jue's mood at the moment. He is cold and sweaty, unable to turn around and move forward.

Can not stop back to retreat, but this sword, like a shadow, no matter how many pieces of his retreat, from the tip of his nose, never more than two inches.

There is no way to retreat, but Jing Jue, who is forced into a desperate situation, roars. Strike at Lei with his sword.

Bang!

But Lin Yun seems to have expected that, with the sword facing down, Jing Jue's arm will be drawn with blood.

In the scream, Lin Yun hands like electricity, burying the foil like a spear.

Jing Jue tried his best to dodge, but still could not avoid them all.

A sword, stabbed its chest, blood spatter, it was severely hit fly.

The Jinwu seal behind his back was in full bloom, and Lin Yun's arms spread. He ran out like a lightning bolt and rose into the air.

Bang!

Mu xiuhan and Bai Yue's killing moves were all lost. Bombardment on the ground, a huge blast, rock mixed with snow, crazy explosion.

The light of the bright moon!

Before they had time to leave, they saw a sword light in the air, which was magnificent and domineering, like a burning moon, and fell mercilessly.

The sword is like the moon, and the moon is like fire.

The sword light was so powerful that it was cut on mu xiuhan and Bai Yue in the eyes of many people watching the war.

Poop!

Their swords were smashed, and Zhenyuan was crushed and the blood splashed out.

"This..."

"No way!"

Two people look very surprised in their eyes. They can't believe that they can't even catch Lin Yun's sword. Not only did not catch, and even was broken body protection true yuan, leaving several ferocious and terrible scars.The other side, can only be a rising star of Xuanwu no matter how strong, should not defeat two talents so easily.

He is not so strong in the secret realm of Magic Lotus. Even in the ninth floor of the palace, he is not so strong and terrible.

In the ten stories of the palace, what exactly did he go through and produce such transformation?

"The light of the bright moon was burning like a flame. What level should he cultivate his water moon sword technique to achieve this

"I'm afraid it has reached the peak. This is really terrible..."

"No, not only that. In addition to the perfection of the water moon sword technique, his sword sense is probably approaching the complete innate sword meaning wirelessly."

"It must be like this. It's close to the innate meaning of sword. It's not exaggerating to have this power under the perfect water moon sword technique."

In the five sects' chaotic war, Lin Yun's sword can be described as a stone breaking and startling to the sky. Many zongmen watching the war were dazzled and shocked.

Water traceless listen to the discussion of the patriarch, but his heart is secretly shaking his head, he felt that these people said very right.

But they didn't say the point

Lin Yun must have experienced something in the 10th floor. His sword is obviously more confident. The realm and cultivation have not changed, but the whole person's inner temperament has undergone a completely new qualitative change.

It's a kind of spirit, which can't be explained clearly. Only a swordsman can understand it.

During the chaos and war, the people in the sword Pavilion who were fighting with the four sects were equally surprised to see this scene.

"The bright moon is like fire. This is the highest level of the water moon sword technique. The peak is perfect!"

"Lin Yun, this is the spirit level super grade sword technique, practice to the peak of perfection, ah, it's incredible."

"Ha ha ha ha, what a Lin Yun. It really surprised me."

"The sky clouds will not disperse, and the sword Pavilion will not fall. All of you, kill me together to strengthen my Lingxiao sword Pavilion."

"Strengthen my Lingxiao sword Pavilion!"

Shocked by Lin Yun's strength, the sword Pavilion suddenly becomes more and more powerful. For a time, the four schools that joined hands felt deep pressure.

"Damn it! Die for me!"

Violent storm, blowing boundless snow, but was forced to retreat Jingjue, under the fury, did not care about the chest injury.

In the forest cloud splits out the bright moon light, falls on the ground for a moment, once again toward it killed in the past.

His knife is very accurate.

Regardless of the blood gushing from the chest wound, there is no idea of suppressing, just want to wait for the moment when Lin Yun falls to the ground. He didn't believe that he would fail three times.

Whew!

But when Lin Yun turns around, the situation suddenly reverses, Jing Jue has no time to make a knife, and his whole body is flamboyant.

Because, Lin Yun's sword, against his eyebrows.

At the center of the eyebrow, there was even a drop of blood overflowing. It was the tip of the sword that pierced the skin.

Jing Jue's face turned white as soon as he brushed it. He felt cold and trembled slightly.

"In my fury, there are more and more flaws. Since you are determined to die, I will do what you want."

"No..."

Poop!

Lin Yun didn't give Jing Jue a chance to argue. With a sword, he pierced his brow.

A thousand miles of frost!

The moment the sword was drawn out, with the spatter of blood, Lin Yun turned back and threw out the killing move of Shuiyue sword.

The boundless sword's power, where it passes, is frozen all things.

Under this sword, the vast expanse of snow was frozen together with Bai Yue, who were struggling to get up. Time seemed to be still.

Snow does not move, two ice sculptures, also can not move.

Click!

The next moment, when the ice sculptures are broken, and Bai Yue and mu xiuhan explode into countless pieces, the snowflakes fly again with the dissipated sword power.

Between static and dynamic, the two demons fell down and merged with the snowflakes all over the sky.

"Dead?"

No one thought that Jing Jue, mu xiuhan and Bai Yue would die under Lin Yun's sword at the same time.

Even if you think he has the strength to beat, you don't have to dare to kill.

But no one thought that Lin Yun not only dared to kill, but also had no hesitation and determination.

Such a scene, deeply shocked, the square camp in the main gate.

"This..."

"Well, the swordsman's way of killing and cutting is reflected incisively and vividly in this son. As a swordsman, there is no one who dare not kill. The water moon sword technique is in his hands. It's really strong. It's unbelievable. He can do what he wants, like arm command. In the future, this son will surely shine brilliantly in Longmen Dabi. "

"Does he have the strength to challenge the eighth childe at the end of the year?"

"The young master has the strength to kill the purple mansion. He should not be able to do it. He can kill the top ten. It may not be impossible."

"If he can be promoted to the top ten of Xuanwu at the end of the year, maybe..."

"Don't worry, how difficult is the breakthrough of Xuanwu ten. He didn't break through to Xuanwu ten in the secret realm of Magic Lotus. In two years, even if it is difficult to be promoted to the top ten of Xuanwu, there are not so many adventures in this world... "It is true that in the later period of Xuanwu cultivation, it is rare to see rapid progress.

Unless you encounter an adventure similar to the Magic Lotus secret place, it only appears once in 20 years.

Outsiders are just shocked, but the elders of the three sects, namely, the magic flame sect, the blood bone gate and the seven Jue castle, are not only furious.

Sanzong dragging the sword Pavilion up and down is like creating opportunities for Jing Jue's three people, but I can't imagine that they all died under Lin Yun's sword.

Revenge!

In the eyes of the three elders, there was no desire to fight for treasure.

There are only boundless killing intention. Even if the whole clan is destroyed, Lin Yun must be killed.

Otherwise, it will be hard to eliminate the hatred.

"Keep the formation and don't let these people rush over."

The situation suddenly changed, the three main doors were not there and the sword Pavilion delayed, and they rushed to kill the sword array under the Lingxiao sword Pavilion.

Scuffle, in this instant, turned into a bloody battle!

Holding sword elder and Luo Feng and others, regardless of everything, fight to death. However, there were too many people in the four sects. Immediately, seven or eight deacons of banbu Zifu broke through the sword array and fought against Lin Yun.

"Boy, take your life!"

The more than ten deacons of the half step purple mansion were red eyed and filled with evil spirit one by one. They were extremely frightening.

Whoa!

The sword returns to its scabbard. Lin Yun gently pats it in the storage bag. The moment the red blood battle flag appears, it is held tightly by his hands.

Click!

The flag condenses a blood sickle as thin as a cicada's wings, and a ferocious and sharp triangular inverted hook pops up at the end, and the real yuan surges into it.

The monstrous evil spirit contained in the treasure immediately burns like blood flame and permeates every corner of the red flame battle blade.

Lin Yun, holding the blade tightly, frowns and coldly looks at the seven deacons who rush towards him.

Under the influence of the evil spirit of the red flame sword, the world in his eyes is scarlet, which is also true and illusory.

If killing is doomed to be unavoidable, then let the endless blood and bones be buried on the road to the peak of Linyun.

There's no forgiveness for killing. Kill it!

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