Chapter 410
The ice sculpture exploded in an instant when it exploded. Lin Yun appeared in shape, the armor on his body was already broken, blood stains spilled from the corners of his mouth, and his face was slightly pale.
not dead.
Bai Yue frowned slightly. In his expectation, the opponent should be broken into countless residues along with the ice sculpture.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and his whole body of magic flame gathered again, and flew forward towards Lin Yun.
Wanting to make up for a palm, Lin Yun was completely killed, and his face was grimly said: “Your physical body is really troublesome, you are about to catch up to the wild man of the hundred beasts. But… I said that if you lose, I will I won’t give you a chance to crush the jade slip.”
“But I haven’t made a sword yet, where do you have the confidence to feel that you have won?”
Before he finished his words, the expression in Lin Yun’s eyes changed abruptly, becoming sharp and reckless, unparalleled.
To the heart of the sword, go forward courageously!
The moment the sword box opened, Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and his five fingers only held the popped out flower funeral sword. The glowing blade of the sword, in front of his eyes, seemed to be slowly passing by a puddle of autumn water.
But in Bai Yue’s eyes, it was not a gentle autumn water, but a fire of moonlight, brilliant and dazzling.
Shuiyue swordsmanship, the light of the bright moon!
There was no time to withdraw, and Bai Yue, who rushed towards Lin Yunbao, was swept by the light of the bright moon on the spot.
Covered with demon flames, under the bounds of the sword, it seemed to have been washed by the most violent wind and rain in the world, and it was washed clean, with nothing left.
Puff!
After landing, Bai Yue retreated several steps madly, vomiting blood with every step back, which was terrible.
“I have a sword, frosty and cold, please enlighten me!”
With his sword intent swept all over, Lin Yun waved his hand, the endless chill accompanied by the boundless sword power, frozen everything in his field of vision.
The way of the person is against the body!
But Lin Yun’s sword was faster, colder, and more ruthless.
Like the wind, like the wind of autumn night, like the wind of withered leaves in the autumn night.
Like snow, like the snow in the cold winter, like the snow that encloses everything in cold winter.
Click!
With his profound cultivation skills, Bai Yue shattered the ice all over his body, but as soon as the ice broke, Lin Yun’s sword pierced him.
He had expected that the ice could not contain the opponent, and this sword was prepared for the opponent.
tear!
Half an inch from the sword in his heart, Bai Yue’s eyes flashed ruthlessly, holding the sword with both hands, firmly grasping it to prevent the sword from entering any further.
Puff!
Lin Yun didn’t reluctantly, he drew it casually, and the other party flew out fiercely in the splash of blood.
When it was about to land, another sword light swept over mercilessly.
Leaving a road on his chest, there are deep bone scars, and the powerful sword force hit him heavily on the wall. Thinking of the sound of bone fracture, Bai Yue climbed up and down, and finally escaped into a passage.
“Running very fast.”
Lin Yun returned the sword to its sheath, but did not pursue it.
It wasn’t intentional to stay alive, the most important thing at the moment is definitely to take the Qiankun Yin Yang Pill first.
If you chase it deeply and someone steals this pill, you will lose too much.
On the sixth and seventh floors, he left empty-handed, and this should never happen again on this floor.
However, this Baiyue was pierced by him in the center of the mouth. Although he did not pierce, he made another sword behind.
If he could really survive, he would be considered dead.
Looking at the Qiankun Yin-Yang Pill, Lin Yun thought about the dragon shadow surrounded by two lines of Yin and Yang beside the pill.
From the look in Bai Yue’s eyes, it can be judged that this pill should be quite rare.
He was so longing for the cultivation base of the nine-fold peak of Xuanwu, his original cultivation base of the eighth-layer Xuanwu.
I am afraid that refining this pill will bring even more benefits.
After receiving the pill, Lin Yun glanced at the Duobaolian Terrace, with a very solemn expression in his eyes.
Stepping on this lotus platform, he will go to the ninth floor, if he can pass the test.
It was only one step away from the tenth floor in the legend.
In the test of the ninth level, he had 70 levels of confidence to pass, but the tenth level was a little bit unreliable.
The person who passed the test of the tenth floor last time is so long that people can’t recall it, so that the tenth floor is a legend.
As for the ninth floor, it’s just that no one has come up for a thousand years.
A thousand years is very long, but for the martial artist, it is actually not that long.
At least the strong of the Celestial Soul Realm has a life span of three hundred years.
“But this tenth floor, I have to make a breakthrough after all.”
Decision flashed in Lin Yun’s eyes, and without hesitation, he stepped onto the Doubelian Terrace, and disappeared in the twinkling of light.
Among the eighth floor of the Black Lotus Palace, there is another multi-treasure hall.
Qi Juebao Jing Jue was expressionless, staring at the lotus platform with an indifferent expression, the twinkling gloomy light.
The gloomy light flickered, and the clear shadow was dim.
The light keeps shining, and no one knows what kind of strange treasure will be born in Taichung of this lotus.
But no matter what, the last three treasures of the Black Lotus Palace will be invaluable.
Any one can exceed the total value of the seven treasures in the front, and is very expensive.
When the gloomy light stopped flashing, a quaint sword with complicated patterns appeared, and the knife was not out of its sheath, making people feel a terrible chill.
“Knife?”
Jing Jue Gujing did not wave, and there was a rare wave on his indifferent face.
The color of ecstasy in the eyes, the excitement is hard to hide.
Needless to say, this must be a treasure soldier, an ancient treasure soldier. Even if it is a low-grade treasure soldier, it inherits the ancient life experience, which is enough to make it comparable to the high-grade treasure soldier of today’s era.
My fate is with me!
For an instant, Jing Jue had four words in his mind. I feel like I have great luck, if not, it wouldn’t be such a coincidence.
The scarlet pattern on the scabbard made him ecstatic, and it was definitely a treasure that perfectly matched his cultivation.
“Sure enough, among the three black lotus relics, there will definitely be treasures born!”
But at this moment, a person appeared in the aisle, Xuan Tianzong Tang Yuan. His eyes were hot, and he also greedily looked at the treasured sword on the Doubolian stage.
“Tang Yuan, you want to fight with me?”
The smile in Jing Jue’s eyes converged, becoming endlessly cold, full of chills that made one’s heart palpitating.
“Is your name written on the knife? Or is it your evil cultivators, all of you have such a weird temper, and feel that the treasures you see first are not even qualified to argue with others?”
Tang Yuan smiled coldly, without any fear.
Don’t let Jing Jue, who is afraid of these Qijue Fortresses, be afraid of him. There is no master for the precious soldiers. Is there any reason not to fight?
This ancient treasure soldier, no matter how low the grade, was a rare treasure that could set off a storm in the Great Qin Empire.
“Well said! My uncle, whatever you do, come first and then come later. Since my uncle has seen it, this baby I must be fighting!”
The hall was swaying slightly, the Beast Gate was closed, and they appeared in the vision of the two.
This Feng Ye didn’t know what kind of strange fruit he had refined, and he, who was already burly, actually skyrocketed again.
In the passage, his head reached the ceiling, and he was relieved when he came to the hall.
“The treasure is without a master, everyone can fight for it. It’s terrible that you don’t have this life! Let’s go together, Jing doesn’t want to waste time.”
Jing Jue exploded with a crazy and domineering sword intent, his eyes flashed, and he looked all over.
After half an hour.
On the eighth floor of the Black Lotus Palace, in the deep and dim passage, Shui Wuhen, who had arrived late, unexpectedly saw a person.