Chapter 439
My sword, murder without regrets!
Lin Yun’s words sounded loudly, and the Sifang Jiange disciples were all moved.
Jiange went up and down, whether it was an elder or a disciple. Everyone knows that the sword pavilion establishes its sect with the sword, and the sword is the man. The sword is sharp, and it is better to bend than bend. Rather Stick to your guns.
The boy in Tsing Yi, facing the senior elders of the sect, after killing someone, it is really surprising that he can still have such a courage.
Not only outside Xiaoyun Square, those disciples who were alarmed, even the expressions of the group of elders behind Bai Ting changed slightly.
“Elder Bai, this matter will be decided after Demei’s guardian comes.”
“The reason is not clear to me. It’s wrong to kill Lin Yun hastily…”
“Lin Yun violated the iron law of the sword pavilion, and the blame is inevitable, but if the reason is not found out, he will be beheaded. Isn’t it, it will never be possible to find out?”
After hesitating for a moment, several elders spoke one after another.
The iron law of the sword pavilion, murder must die.
But Lin Yun was different. These people knew in their hearts that Guardian Mei valued Lin Yun. And, his growth in the magic lotus secret realm is a monster, far beyond the reach of ordinary disciples.
Speaking of it, it’s a bit like a hot potato.
If Bai Ting was allowed to kill Lin Yun, the law protector Mei would be blamed, and none of them would be able to run away.
The world is very realistic. If you are replaced by an ordinary disciple, you have no regrets like Lin Yun, and you dare to confront the elders.
On the spot, they will be beheaded by a few people, without the slightest feeling of affection.
It’s hard to say if it can be replaced by Lin Yun.
In fact, they still didn’t say that this Wang Yan is Bai Ting’s disciple, and the two have a close relationship. Bai Ting and Lin Yun themselves had old grudges. He wanted to kill Lin Yun, and now was the best opportunity.
But other people, who don’t have this relationship, don’t want to wade in this muddy water.
Bai Ting’s face was dignified, and suddenly he smiled: “Do you think he killed Wang Yan? In the Gentlemen League, he also killed eight people. His sins are horrendous, and a hundred deaths are not enough.”
As soon as he said this, the eyes of many elders behind him suddenly flashed with horror.
Kill nine people in a row!
this……
It is simply unbelievable that since the establishment of Jiange, no one has dared to kill anyone in Jiange. Just like Lin Yun, it is unimaginable to kill nine people in a row.
“Lin Yun, what the old man said is wrong? Do you still dare to say that you do not regret killing?”
Bai Ting looked at Lin Yun coldly, and shouted in a deep voice.
“I killed people naturally, why should I deny it? But you want me to make you kneel and beg for mercy and admit your mistakes. Don’t even think about it. You are nothing but Wang Yan’s dog legs. I even dare to kill your dog owner, and Why should I kneel to you?”
Lin Yunjian couldn’t get out of the sheath, and pointed at the opponent, fighting for the front.
If the strength is enough, he doesn’t mind at all, and kills the old ghost with a single sword. The other party, several times, wanted to put him to death, and since he entered the clan, he has targeted himself everywhere.
But a Zifu elder is nothing more than wanting to make himself kneel down, which is too presumptuous.
Hearing Lin Yun scolding him as Wang Yan’s dogleg, Sifang Jiange disciple, a little mockery appeared on his nervous face.
Everyone knew that Wang Yan could be so arrogant in Jiange that it was Bai Ting who supported him behind his back.
Without Bai Ting’s support, why would Wang Yan be so domineering.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that it’s a dog leg.
Bai Ting’s face turned black immediately, and he said angrily: “It seems that the old man doesn’t have to wait for instructions from the law protector. Just relying on you to kill nine people and dare to insult the elders, I can kill you now!”
boom!
Without waiting for the words to fall, Bai Ting rose into the air and patted Lin Yun with a palm.
With the power of a palm, the trembling Xiaoyun Square shook unceasingly. Once the cultivation base of the Bai Ting Zi Mansion realm was revealed, it burst out with terrifying strength.
Bai Ting looked grim in the air. He hated Lin Yun a long time ago, and this time just gave him a chance.
I had already secretly thought about it, before killing, teased and humiliated.
Let him know the fate of opposing himself before he died.
The majestic and domineering palm changed the complexion of many people. This Bai Ting was a real master of the Purple Mansion. Moreover, it is not an ordinary Zifu realm, it has been in this realm for many years, and its status in the elder’s palace is also very high.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, this palm fell in front of Lin Yun, and he fisted to greet him.
The disparity in his cultivation level was too great, and Lin Yun vomited blood and flew out as soon as he touched him.
After landing, his face paled slightly.
“Doesn’t regret killing? Old man, let’s look at you, what is your ability!”
With a sneer, mockery flashed in his eyes, Bai Ting’s figure flashed, and he came to Lin Yun again.
Bang!
Another palm, printed on Lin Yun’s body, shattered the dragon-like battle armor condensed on Lin Yun’s body on the spot.
As the purple light collapsed, Lin Yun took another three steps, vomiting blood every time he took a step back.
If it were an ordinary Zifu, with Lin Yun’s strength, it would not be so embarrassed to lose.
But the other party, nearly half a hundred years old, did not know how many years he was promoted to the Purple House. The cultivation level is profound, far surpassing Lin Yun, and there is not much comparability.
“Kneel down to the old man!”
The corner of his mouth raised a smirk, and the expression in Bai Ting’s eyes became more and more gloomy.
Bang!
When this palm fell, the ground under Lin Yun’s feet cracked densely. Rao was the one who trained the dragon-like combat body, and his whole body was in pain.
“Don’t you kneel? Little Sword Slave has a tough temper.”
Bai Ting’s expression was gloomy, looking at Lin Yun who was slowly standing up, his eyes became more angry.
He walked forward in large strides, raised his foot, and was about to forcibly kick Lin Yun’s knee to pieces.
A cold light flashed in Lin Yun’s eyes, and what he was waiting for was the moment when the opponent’s feet had just been sold.
He slapped his storage bag severely, and he drew the Red Flame Battle Banner between his hands, also switching to the melee form. The sharp flagpole slammed into the opponent’s chest.
If you want to inflict heavy damage on the opponent, there is no other way than to let the opponent relax his vigilance and take the initiative to expose the flaws.
Lin Yun, hardly resisting the opponent’s three palms, without using treasures, is waiting for this opportunity now.
When Bai Ting thought that he had no power to resist, he unexpectedly offered the Red Flame Banner.
boom!
The blood-colored battle flag was hunting and hunting in mid-air, and under the perfusion of true essence, the majesty of the treasures bloomed like flames.
Bai Ting’s expression suddenly changed, and he backed away in a hurry.
“Did you leave?”
Lin Yun was expressionless, his true essence poured in frantically, and the battle flag roared out like a red flame dragon.
Puff!
Chi Yan’s banner was invincible, and in an instant, he smashed Bai Ting’s body protector essence into pieces, and fiercely inserted it into his chest.
But when Lin Yun wanted to draw it out, the battle flag was firmly held by the opponent.
With a raised eyebrow, Lin Yun was full of energy and blood, and his true essence was agitated. He gave it away and loosened his hands holding the Chi Yan banner.
Amid the screams, the Chi Yan battle flag entered another half an inch, slamming Bai Ting out.
“I killed you!”
After Bai Ting landed, he drew out the Scarlet Flame Battle Banner in a frantic state, and rushed towards Lin Yun.
The dignified elder, with all eyes in full view, suffered such a big loss in the hands of Lin Yun, it is simply a shame.
Rumble!
Bai Ting, who had no reservations, rushed away wildly, his facial features were crazily distorted in the black hair dancing, and the hatred in his eyes seemed to be true.
The majestic momentum, like the vast ocean, rolling in.
The pale boy with agitated green shirt looked extremely small at this moment.