Chapter 421: Can You Stop It?

Under the heavy treasure, after the warrior will go out greatly, what about the sect?

What’s more, Lin Yun climbed the tenth floor to create a legend. The abundance he got, I am afraid that it is far beyond what everyone thinks, it is inevitable that it is not inspiring.

This time at the High Heaven sword pavilion, a total of 18 elders from the Purple Mansion, 48 deacons from the half-step Zi Mansion realm, and a hundred elites from the local rankings led by Xin Jue.

The strength of the lineup can not be said to be not strong, but compared with the four teamed together, it is obviously not enough.

If it weren’t for the sword-bearing elders here, the power balance would be even greater.

But there was a breath of energy up and down the sword pavilion, and no one flinched in this desperate situation. Regardless of the conflicts between each other on weekdays, at this moment, the whole team is in one mind, and the enemy is in the same hatred.

“Jiange disciple, where is it? Ending!”

In the thunder and flashes, Xin Jue’s hair flaunted, and a sword raged against the sky amidst the heavy snow.

The sword light condensed into a lightning-like shock, bright and dazzling.

“exist!”

After a while, one after another elite disciples flocked to Xinjue.

Five sects went to war, and nearly a hundred masters of the Zifu realm fought each other. The true essence roared, the sword glow raged, all kinds of killer moves, collided in mid-air, the scene was extremely shocking.

In the depths of Lin Yun, blood was boiling, and he couldn’t help thinking of seeing a scene in the eighth floor.

call out!

Without waiting for him to take action, a touch of cold bloodthirsty wind hit, and he saw Mu Xiuhan holding a sword, looking at him indifferently: “Not only will you die today, but the elders and disciples of the Lingxiao sword pavilion will also be buried for you. , Go to hell and repent.”

When the voice fell, his face was terrifying, and he rushed towards him.

Bang!

Before his person landed, the blood-colored sword glow turned into a series of shocks and fell in mid-air. Amidst the fluttering and messy snowflakes, the astounding sword glow is just like the essence.

My sword, the glory will last forever.

The moment he held the Foil Burial Sword, Lin Yun remembered these words for no reason, raised his eyebrows, and drew the sword out of its sheath.

break!

Waves of Shuiyue sword power radiated from him, and under the blessing of half a step of the innate sword intent, a sword smashed the bloody sword light falling in the air.

“Grow a lot? Still, you have to die!”

Mu Xiuhan grinned, and he stabbed ninety-nine and eighty-one swords in mid-air. Each sword contained a bright red evil spirit, and the fishy aura was filled with many resentments, which was very terrifying.

“The big waves are terrifying!”

The simple and slender body of the Foil Burial Sword, under the perfusion of the true essence, is full of cold light, gleaming, like a dream. Lin Yun flicked his wrist, and his sword power filled the sky, condensed into waves on the flat ground, rising into the sky.

A touch of sharp sword light, straight away, stirring the wind and snow all over the sky. When the sword light condensed, it finally converged into a monstrous wave, swept countless snowflakes into it, and faced the sword shadow that was overwhelmingly falling in the sky.

boom!

The snowflakes shattered, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and a strange color flashed in Mu Xiuhan’s eyes in mid-air. His ultimate move in his heyday, in the hands of the opponent, was so understatement that it would be broken.

Holding a foil burial sword, the sword intent on Lin Yun’s body is like a red plum standing proudly in this heavy snow.

With his toes lightly on the ground, he dances like a red plum and rises like a green smoke. The seemingly light figure, but hidden, no one can ignore the edge and arrogance.

Puff!

In midair, Mu Xiuhan, who had retreated wildly, still did not completely avoid this sword. The right shoulder was stabbed and blood spattered.

“You are nothing but that.”

Lin Yun landed and said calmly.

“Those who are about to die, dare to be so arrogant!”

Whoosh!

Two figures, turned into a gust of wind, fell by Mu Xiuhan’s side, but they were Jing Jue and Bai Yue who got rid of the deacon of Jiange.

Both of them were defeated by Lin Yun in the Black Lotus Palace, but they were all promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu.

To Lin Yun, he didn’t have any fear at all, and he was very keen to kill, just wanting to wash away the shame in the Black Lotus Palace.

“Don’t underestimate the enemy, this man’s sword intent is a bit weird.”

Mu Xiuhan glanced, and said coldly on the wound on his right shoulder. Fortunately, he flashed fast enough, if not, the sword would penetrate directly.

“Let’s go together, his storage bag, the three of us are equally divided.”

Jing Jue said indifferently, Wuzong chaos, he only cared about the treasure knife in Lin Yun’s storage bag that should have belonged to him.

It doesn’t matter who you team up with.

“Just to my liking.”

Bai Yue licked his chapped lips, with a grinning smile on his face.

“Split evenly? Not bad.”

Mu Xiuhan thought for a while, nodded in agreement, greedy flashes in his eyes.

He didn’t enter the treasure hall and got nothing. If he could divide Lin Yun’s storage bag equally, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain.

“I hope you don’t regret it.”

The look in Lin Yun’s eyes was icy, with the flower funeral sword in his hand. It seemed that he felt the killing intent in his heart.

Not waiting for the three to make a move.

In the wind and snow, the young man dressed in a blue shirt and holding a long sword, and rushed towards the three of them first.

“Send to death?

Standing side by side, Mu Xiuhan and the three people saw Lin Yun moving forward in the wind and snow, and took the initiative to kill them.

There was a touch of sarcasm at the corners of his mouth, and he sneered.

But it didn’t take long for them to laugh out, on the white ground. The young man in Tsing Yi, one sword, clearly appeared in the field of vision of the three of them, approaching in the wind and snow, but gradually blurred in the perception of the three.

His sword power, like a cloud, quietly spread out, erratic.

“Gone?”

Suddenly, the boy in Tsing Yi in the wind and snow disappeared from the vision of the three.

The faces of several people changed greatly, and they were secretly vigilant, looking around.

Cang!

The sword chants, a gleam of purple sword light appears out of thin air, falling behind Bai Yue.

Bai Yue didn’t rush to think about it, he drew his sword out of its sheath, trying to block the sword.

Rumble!

At the moment when the blades were handed over, the true essence shook, and Bai Yue couldn’t reach and was shaken back by a sword, his palm was numb, and some faintly held the sword in his hand.

“Damn, what kind of power is this!”

A strange color flashed in Bai Yue’s eyes, and he had clearly been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu, but in terms of True Essence and Sword Intent, he was weaker than the opponent.

Under the superposition of the two, it is also a sword of power, but it has caused a huge gap.

Lin Yun, who shuddered back, did not chase him deeply, as if he had eyes behind his back. Turning back with a sword, he pierced it, and the tip of the sword was cold and lingering, like a little star.

The overwhelming cold air surged from the tip of the sword, preparing to attack Jing Jue from behind.

It looked like he was taking the initiative, rushing towards the funeral foil. When the cold light hit, his face changed drastically and he retreated wildly.

Huh!

Move one step between the flat ground, the green hills have long sleeves like water, and the water is surging. A gleam of sword light slashed out from top to bottom, and it was clearly Mu Xiuhan who swooped down from mid-air.

But the person was still in the air, but Lin Yun was forcibly suppressed by the majestic sword light from top to bottom.

clang!

With Hengjian in his body, Mu Xiuhan gritted his teeth, blocking the sword with some difficulty.

“Can you stop it?”

Lin Yun looked indifferent, his sword roared like a violent water wave on the lake, and then raged and fell continuously.

Cengcengcengceng!