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Chapter 467, Xuan Tianzong, Xuan Tianzong, the chest, and the blood is arrogant.

Rao is that he is deeply cultivated, under this sword, it is not hurt, miserable and wolf.

If it is ordinary Xuanwu ten, it is afraid to be a sword, it has to be smashed in half.

It is the real element of the body, and it is a broken, which is aware of this sword.

So horrible and shocking scenes caused a burst of exclamation in the crowd, and the eyes of Lin Yun have changed.

Imagine, Lin Yun was not appeared in a picture that was killed by a punch.

Instead, Hanang, hitting it, it is difficult to get up.

How did this do it? Lin Yun is not already abolished, self-breaking mystery, repairing it without going back.

According to the truth, it should not be the opponent of Hangang at all, he is a wasteman.

When there is an old man in the crowd, two words, the words, so that some people have a dream awake.

"Legendary of China?"

"No, a waste can practice the sword method to the situation, which is too unhealthy.

"The sword is extraordinary, the god into the gods ... Usually swords, cultivation to the peak, it is already in all, the realm of proud group.

He has a small age, and he has mastered the situation.

"Terrible.

No wonder, it is no wonder that his Xuanwu is eight, you can compete with Hangang.

The situation, in the legendary realm of the big Qin Empire, almost no one has seen, even if there are not many people heard.

"Looking for death!

I called the voice of Lin Yun's stay, and I saw Lin Yun almost kill Hanang, and suddenly violent.

Haunt!

In the snow, a shadow is broken, and it is too stormful.

The horrible breath is accompanied by a sharp murder, and the snow in half is ruthlessly crushed.

It is the power of the gods, half-step Zifu!

Lin Yun looked up, he saw a bloody light and blooms in the air.

The ancient handprint contains almost cultivation, and takes him down.

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The speed of this bloody hand is too fast, Lin Yun is back to the sword, and the hand is handed over.

There are still two finished waves falling on him, and immediately spit out of blood, and be out of life.

If he is still in Xuanwu nine, it may not be hurt, and it is a gap with it. It is too big to have a half-step Zifu.

It's just that I have just finished the battle, and I can't help it, I was hurt by this palm.

The kill contained in the handprint, in his body, he hits it, but also wants to cause more internal injuries.

With the operation of the purple sword, the sword is roaring this, this rushing, like muddy, quiet.

After three steps, Lin Yun was stood stable.

"Xiaochi!

The carriage is very shocked, and the face is turned, I want to struggle to stand up, but expose the painful look.

It is the big emperor Qin Yu, unfair accident, has already been repaired in advance to seal the imprisonment.

Qin Yu is sitting on the side, looks gloomy, and the corner of his mouth bruises.

No sound on your face, no one knows, what he is thinking.

"I am fine, my sister is not worried.

Lin Yun wiped the blood stains of the mouth, pale face, squeezing the silk smile.

But this smile, in this cold wind, people who see people are very distressed.

"My blood furniture, you can still laugh, you are not simple.

The people who shot in the snow, they were wearing the gods, the age of the year, and their eyes were like a snake, and the cheeks were slim, giving people feel very cold.

He said that he is not slow, and the snake is very eye-catching, staring at Lin Yun.

"Is Han Tianming!

Dragon's captain ... "

"This guy is not small, known as the strongest of halftake, and the purple can't come out, no one can enemies.

"Lin Yun is a bit big, if it doesn't cut out the sword, maybe it will not be in this bloody hand.

Some people in the crowd recognize the strong people of these half-step Zifu, the master camp, the master is a lot.

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However, the wedding of the big emperor also dare to mess, it is still hurt, today, you will die, kill him!

The military's cold blood is ruthless and killing, and it is very obvious in Han Tianming, and there is no opportunity to pay for Lin Yun.

The guards in the god camp, driving the horse, turning into a violent hurricane, and going toward Lin Yun.

Bang!

This time, more than eight dragon screws is simple. I rushed up 100 cavalry, I worked with the armor, the look, and the expression was resolute.

Hundreds of God-camps, with unborn, tyrannical murderous, integrated.

The horse is in the army, the horse flying snow, the road, the ground rumbling, the sound of the earthquake.

The bursts sounded, and many of the eyes of the obeying martial arts were flashing.

The elite in the Shenmei Camp is definitely not the opponent of the Zongmen, and even the melon is chopped.

Once the quantity is hundreds, it will produce the fission, they cultivate the same practice, the same martial arts.

The chance is distinct, drill daily, with no intervening, and there is no breakfast, especially the frontal charge.

Don't say that it is the eight weeks of Xuanwu, Xuanwu Ten, and a dead word.

Lin Yun's eyes, the front of the temple, the burial flowers in his hand, the humble, the sword is to swallow the coldness of Ling Hao.

Qi Xuan, Jinwu wingsted!

Behind the golden printed bloom, his body, in the snow floating, rolled over a rainbow.

Seven-mysterious steps, dazzling smoother!

When it is approaching, when this is a hundred gods, his figure suddenly blurred, and the residual shadow overlap, like the mountain clouds.

Hundreds of Shenmei Ying, suddenly flashing in his eyes, smashing the machine, can't lock Lin Yun.

In the wind and snow of the knife, you can't see his figure for a while.

"there!

When I found Lin Yun, I found out that I didn't know, Lin Yun had already smashed their head.

kill!

In the middle of the air, Lin Yunxiang is condensed, bursting out of boundless killing, burial, cold, flowing down, cold, cold, etc., is also the determination at this moment.

Jian Tong people, the heart is connected.

Such as I, such as swords, life and death!

The funeral sword of the trembling, a bright vibrato, resounded through the eight parties, deafening, many people in the hands of the soldiers can't hold stability.

Hey!

Hundreds of ,,,

One person and a sword, the blood killed the blood splashed, and it was reddish in the air of the snow.

In the event, the ground is on the ground, and there is no one forever in addition to Lin Yun.

The gods of the gods, most of the death injury, almost all fall.

The eye-catching blood falls on the snow, and people look at the people.

The guardian camp will not be, they are the soldiers who have traveled the sand farm have long seen all kinds of killing, only honorable military orders.

The gods of the back row, such as the wind, and then rolled again.

Lin Yun reached out, under the palm, the funeral sword was rotated.

Rotate, mad storm, sword, keep accumulating.

The wind is rolling with heavy snow, and the young people dance, the teenager has a long hair.

The light of the moon!

When the sword climbed to the peak, Lin Yun took the rotating sword handle, and there was a round of Mingyue rising behind him, with this sword to be miles.

The purple sword is like the light of the moon, the moonlight is dazzling, so that this wind is eclipsed.

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The cavalry arrived, under this sword, sweeping, the war armor is broken, the war is dead, the complete pattern is crash, after falling, the pain is unbearable, and the mourish four.

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But Lin Yun still does not come to the sword, I will see red light, and Han Tianming appeared in front of him.

The corner of his mouth has smiled, raises his hand, and the palm of his mouth is printed, and the palm of the palm is like a snake.

Hey!

Electro-optical flames, Lin Yun airborne, can still be printed on the right shoulder by him.

When the right shoulder suddenly splashed a blood, the palm was shocked, and he fate again.

"It's all shameless!

This scene, the crowded people bite teeth, this Han Tianming half-step Zifu realm, Bilin Yun Xiu is highly unknown.

It can be shot, but it is despicable to disgusting. Every time, Lin Yun's sword is shot.

Before, there is no matter how much the goddess is dead, he doesn't touch the color, just like a snake dead.

Plop!

Lin Yun fell to the snow, funeral flowers, this time is heavier than the previous palm.

Its half-step Zifu's realm, a carefully prepared, even if it avoids it, it is not a common person.

"Lin Yun, go, don't worry about me.

The carriage is painful and loudly.

Da da da!

The rear of the god camp is still assembled, and the big emperor on the carriage has no expression.

On the VIPs of Qing Xuanhui, the look of the look is indifferent to the end of Lin Yun, there is no fluctuation, and it seems that he is a dead.

Quartet people, the looks in the eyes are unfortunately, the teenagers in the wind and snow are really helpless.

In the end, it is the big emperor, he is a sentence, or even a look.

Let this teenager, I saw it anatched myself.

If there is no accident, this Lin Yun is afraid that it is to be done by hard students.

How is the sword method cultivated to the situation? One person, a sword, the god camp killed, how is the blood sword? This Han Tianming is not entangled with you, the sword method is high, and there is no space.

"kill!

Han Tianming's thin face, revealing cold smile, flashing in the eyes.

Let this genius enchanting, play with the pleasure, let him enjoy it.

Ten days ago, he was also a leader, but unfortunately after the promotion of Zifu failed, the half-step Zifu realm has been card now.

He has a hatred of enchanting, there is a hatred to the metamorphosis.

Boom, bang, bomb!

The war of the war, the hurricane, the god camp of the rear, and the order of Han Tianming, once again.

The ground was craminated, and the shouts between the world were shocked.

"Go, go!

Xin Yu's eyes were red, and he said.

Lin Yun on the ground smiles: "Sister, since I came, I won't go without the result.

The blood is not yet cold, the sword that is pulled out is not the reason.

Who is happy for who is worried, who is unprofitable!

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The juvenile palm is in the snow, and the snow is turned, Lin Yun turned to it, and he said: "Sword!

Scattered in the far-funeral sword, a sound, hitting the hands, and held it tightly.

Frost cold!

Welping hundreds of whiskers who shouted and killed the sky, half-air Lin Yun, the swordsmanted, holding the funeral sword, playing hands.

Endless chills are accompanied by vast swords, and everything will be frozen.

The cold, cold, and the heart is colder than this wind.

Can Lin Yun's sword, I am going forward!

Rustish, such as the wind of autumn leaves, such as the bleak of autumn and night.

Such as snow, such as the snow in the winter, such as the cold winter, the snow, the snow.

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The cold ice is broken, and hundreds of gods arrived until they are spurious, spit out of blood, no exception, and all the ice swords in the body will go out.

"Dry!

In the laughter, Han Tianming is flashing into the red light, and there is a thousand-served time in front of Lin Yun.

His face is laughing, killing blood, shot, straight, straight to Lin Yunnan.

Many of the people in the crowd, suddenly pour the mouth and cold, the heart is dark, so embarrassment ... This Han Tianming, it is really like a poisonous snake, not, he is more terrible than the poisonous snake.

But Han Tianming's heart, inexplicably felt the shares panic, he saw Lin Yun's double eyes, calmly like water, and there is more than a wave.

It is like watching a dead, there is no emotional color.

"what happened?"

Han Tianming's heart, suddenly rose silky.

Fire flame pattern, thunder, Geng gold, wind, wind, cold clouds ... one is a perfect two-piece spirit pattern, in Lin Yuncheng meridians, like a star, vertical and horizontal, ring The ring is buckled, and it makes into a vast picture.

Lin Yunfang is under the body, and it will be shot from the inside to the outside.

Powerful, madly skyrocket, Xuanwu nine, Xuanwu ten, half-way Zifu ... Boom!

Have not stopped, after the breath of the breath, soared to the awesome violent.

Han Tianming's palm, staying in the first half of Linyun, no longer moving forward, this horrible Zifu's pressure, the distortion of him shake, and it is painful.

what happened? Its eye is a stereotype, dare not confidence.

Thousands of prints, crush mountain river map!

Along with a shocking tiger, the half-air suddenly falls into a huge tiger's palm, with the thunderous power, rapidly.

"Do not!

Han Tianming's heart is horror, the look is large, want to retreat.

Can you retreat? Lin Yun, waiting for him for a long time!

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When the tiger is on the snow, Han Tianming, the Han Tianming, which is half-way, and is taken as a meat.

The ground is dramatically swayed, the street suddenly fell, and even busy, the roar, as if the heavens and the earth are under this palm, trembled.

A few shadows, under this oscillation, being thrown into the air.

The rock is in the sky, the flying snow dance, this party is completely chaotic into a pot of porridge.

"Come with me!

Lin Yun wiped a sweep, fell on the jungle on the carriage, without hesitation, and going.

To the heart of the sword, life and death, although thousands of people!