Sovereign of the Era

In the middle of the moon, Lin Yun's sharp edge was like a sword when he attacked his white clothes. Once he flashed, he fell again on the challenge arena.

Chen Ziyu and Chu Mu Yan's faces changed slightly. Under such sharp edges, they could not help but step back.

They look a little unnatural, which is different from the script they imagined.

Lin Yun should have suffered a heavy blow. His white clothes were stained with blood, and he was in great distress to mount the challenge arena. But at present, there is a bit of confusion there. On the contrary, the sharp eyes can pierce the void.

"Not good..."

The old people of the Chen family couldn't help exclaiming.

"Don't panic. This boy is definitely the end of his strength. The way to see Ziyu is to wait."

Chen Wangye's eyes twinkled and said softly.

According to his understanding, the purple moon in purple moon cave is quite strange. There should be a lot of moonlight left in Lin Yun's body, which is not as easy as it seems on the surface.

In fact, as he said, Lin Yun didn't care at all. His heart leaped wildly.

The light of Canglong seal is flashing, and its heartbeat is strong and terrifying. There is majestic blood flowing out like a spring. No matter how the strange purple moon is engulfed, it can not catch up with the speed of Qi and blood regeneration.

After hearing Chen Wangye's words, the people of the Chen family settled down a little. After all, Chen Ziyu was also a talent for the perfection of yin and Yang, and he also mastered the will of cold ice martial arts.

"What do you do when you retreat so far away? Don't you mean to kill me like killing a dog? Come and shoot me to death

Lin Yun's eyes swept and fell on Chen Ziyu, full of provocation.

"I'm afraid you won't do it?"

Chen Ziyu sneered, the cold will suddenly burst, a terrible pressure suddenly heavy as the abyss.

The chill, just for a moment, covered the big challenge arena with cold frost. If he is ordinary and outstanding, he will be frozen into a popsicle just standing on the frost flower, but Lin Yun's sword idea has already reached the peak and is not afraid at all.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The cold feeling was as cold as silk. He wanted to penetrate into Lin Yun's body, but his whole body was surrounded by sword sense, and his fierce sword sense cut off all the merciless things like silk.

"Die!"

Chen Ziyu frowned slightly and didn't want to endure any more. She was so excited that she raised her hand and patted her face.

Boom!

When this palm is sacrificed, the wind is roaring all over the sky, and there is a shrill ghost roar in the wind. The cold wind pierces the bone, the cold heart attacks, and the cold sound enters the soul. His palm seems to be ordinary, but in fact, his method is extremely clever. If he looks down on it, he will die immediately.

Bang!

But when he was about to kill Lin Yun, a sword lit up, and the buried flowers were as fast as lightning, and accurately stabbed in his palm.

The sharp point of the sword, the sharp sword meaning, carries the purple kite sword strength like the ocean. With a sword, he pierced his palm and spilled blood. He cried out in pain and was shocked to fly out.

"Three moves to defeat me? You can't even catch my sword! "

Blood dripping from the funeral flowers, Lin Yun looks at each other, indifference and ridicule.

Chen Ziyu's right hand is soft and soft, his face is green and red, and his pain is burning. He was so angry and hateful that he didn't see him for a few days. How could the strength of the sword slave become so terrible.

"Kill me like a dog? I kill you like cutting grass

Lin Yun doesn't give him any space to think about. He pushes the eleven fold purple kite sword formula to the extreme and kills him with his sword.

Ba Jian, morning break!

Lin Yun's body suddenly rose a bright light, an incomparable sword momentum soared to the sky, he cut out a sword, buried flowers in his hand, split a red sun.

Boom!

What an amazing sword it was. The boundless sword turned into a terrible fireball. It was a red rising sun. The morning light of sword will render the sky bright red, which is the magnificent morning glow and the eternal blood of the youth.

"No, no, no!"

Waiting for Chen Ziyu to become more and more powerful, Chen's family members were totally stupid. They could see at a glance that Chen Ziyu could not stop the sword.

Even if they face this sword, they can't stop it, let alone Chen Ziyu, whose hand was abandoned by Lin Yun.

With a roar of despair, the sun was smashed down by funeral flowers, and Chen Ziyu's face changed greatly. All kinds of means kept offering sacrifices.

Bang!

But it's useless. When the sun goes down, Chen Ziyu is smashed into mud and fried into countless pieces of meat.

It's like the Xuanyin bell hitting the blood dragon horse. It's like an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

One sword, one sword killed Chen Ziyu. There was silence everywhere.

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at the scene in disbelief. The swordsman in white was a little too terrible.

"Can you leave?"

In such silence, Lin Yun, with his back to Chu Muyan, suddenly opens his mouth.

That Chu Mu Yan is quite cunning, he saw Lin Yun to Chen Ziyu's hand, immediately back to one side. When he saw Lin Yun's sacrifice still broke the dawn, he immediately understood that Chen Ziyu was dead and the immortal could not save him.He didn't want to avenge the other party, so he jumped off the challenge arena.

In order to save my life, I didn't even want to join the purple moon cave.

But who knows just landing, was found by Lin Yun.

His back on the challenge arena turned slowly to Lin Yun, looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "the bones of blood dragon horse have been crushed into ashes by you. Are you the one who frustrates his bones?"

Those eyes, with the intention of killing, are fierce and incomparable, almost penetrating the void.

Chu Mu Yan's heart a tight, slightly helpless, would like to smoke a big ear scraper. This is what he bragged about. No one was going to take care of the blood dragon horse's bones, but now he was taken seriously by Lin Yun.

But in a flash, Chu Muyan's face will show a smile, he jumped off the challenge arena, what are you afraid of him to do? Immediately he said, "where is the strong one of Xiao Yun Zong?"

"Yes

At the same time, many elders and disciples of Xiao Yun sect responded to the Tao in a loud voice.

"Everyone took orders to avenge Ouyang's younger brother and killed the sword slave."

Hearing the response, Chu Muyan's heart was determined. At first, he gave an order and immediately looked at Lin Yun with a sneer: "what about that animal that was beaten up by me? You sword slave, you can't beat me to death with one hand

The power of poverty!

In the mysterious space of Lin Yunzi's house, the ancient evil spirit roared, and the power of the sky in his body burned instantly.

The power of poverty turned into a flame, burning all the 16 ferocious dragon patterns. His muscles wriggled, and the vast force of the river surged all over his body.

Bang!

The endless blood and Qi burst out in Lin Yun. Lin Yun broke the challenge arena with one foot, fell from the sky and clapped it down.

Too fast!

With all his strength, Lin Yun broke the ring with one foot. He was so fast that he could hardly catch it with the naked eye.

By the time he reappeared, he was already on the top of Chu Mu Yan's head. His whole body was full of flames and his brilliance was like a pillar. There was an ancient ferocious power bestowed on Lin Yun like an abyss.

Poop!

Chu Muyan couldn't even raise his head. The palm fell hard on his head, from head to foot. Every inch he fell, his bones and flesh would burst. In the eyes of people's panic, Chu Muyan's body is like a spring.

When the palm was completely photographed on the ground, the blood splashed and the bones were bruised. There was no such person in the world.

"Who said I couldn't kill you with one hand?"

Lin Yun slowly opened his mouth, his body fire gradually extinguished, but the edge is lingering. His handsome face was as pale as a demon, with black hair, dancing like a waterfall. His eyes are as black as ink and deep as an abyss, and his eyebrows have a little weird purple mark, which is more and more eye-catching.

Is that the sign of the sword slave?

I'm afraid no one dares to say this sentence again. It's written by an immortal. The mountains and rivers are like ink. Lingxi a finger, Jingxiu Fanghua, congealed for a point, fell between the eyebrows.

He is Lin Yun, the Lingxiao sword Pavilion of Daqin, and Lin Yun, the prince of flowers!

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