Chapter 683
“Roar!” Accompanied by the deep voice of the dragon’s roar, it seemed that a ten-zhang golden dragon appeared out of thin air, culling towards Lin Yun. The swiftness of the golden dragon was beyond everyone’s expectations. It fell in front of Lin Yun in the blink of an eye, and was about to swallow him in front of his eyes.
“Nine Dao Third-Rank Spirit Runes, this guy’s spirit power is really terrifying!”
“A strong spiritual pattern attainment, just a few spiritual patterns derive at will, and it condenses such a terrifying method.”
“Sure enough, strength has always been hidden.”
Everyone was throbbing, I am afraid this white-clothed young man has been promoted to the third rank profound master for many years, otherwise he would be so proficient in manipulating the third rank spiritual pattern.
Facing the golden dragon phantom that suddenly fell, Lin Yun didn’t move at all, his true essence surged. The right middle finger was bent, and the thumb was slowly pressed on it. Suddenly, the majestic river-like essence gathered on the middle finger, like a tsunami about to violent.
But Lin Yun’s thumb was like a towering mountain, stabilizing it, and even the slightest breath could not escape.
Under such depression, the power contained in the middle finger kept soaring and violent, and a silver purple iris flower slowly emerged on the back of his hand.
When the purple iris flower fully appeared, Lin Yun snapped his finger.
A beam of vast and surging silver sword light, like a mountain whistling a tsunami, cut through the void, as if shocking the sun, majestic and majestic.
Bang!
The falling golden dragon was pierced in an instant, and a golden aftermath rolled out of the loud noise.
The aftermath fell on Lin Yun’s body, and his eyes suddenly flashed with a different color, so sharp spirit marks, and his body was stabbed in pain.
You know, this is just the aftermath, his physical body is the pinnacle of Long Xiang’s battle body.
Interesting opponent, if there are no accidents, these nine spirit patterns should be the most penetrating metallic spirit patterns.
The other party’s cultivation base was equal to that of Yang Xiong, but this spirit pattern attainment was many times higher.
As far as the Lingwen battle is concerned, Lin Yun’s methods are far inferior to the opponent, no wonder he dared to be so arrogant in this Tianfu Academy.
But the shock in the heart of the white-clothed youth was even greater. His attack seemed random. But in fact, the Thunderball, if you are not careful, you will be taken down on the spot.
At the moment, it was easily broken by Lin Yun’s finger.
The majestic power that the sword light fell almost made him unable to stand, and the remaining prestige made him a little unbearable.
“When did this guy pop up in Tianfu Academy, how come he has never heard of it…”
The white-clothed youth muttered in his heart, the scattered Nine Dao Third-Rank Spirit Runes wandering around him, exuding bright golden light, making the coercion on his body look exceptionally magnificent.
With a slap in the face of Hanmang’s eyes, the nine wandering golden spiritual patterns suddenly burst. Like nine thunderbolts of lightning that broke through the air, they rushed past at an extremely tricky angle like a poisonous snake.
boom!
Obviously there are only nine spiritual patterns, but it feels like an army of thousands of horses, overwhelming, and rolling in.
These methods seem to be random, but each spirit rune is extremely sharp, extremely penetrating, and the angle is quite tricky, as long as it hits one, it will be quite uncomfortable. What’s more, that kind of prestige still gives people the feeling of being an army, and there will be a lot of pressure when you are in it.
However, for Lin Yun, it is still not enough.
He was promoted to the Yin Profound Realm to Consummation, and his cultivation was so profound that anyone in the same realm could have imagined it. Raising hands and feet, with a slight movement of mind, can burst out the true essence of Ling Yang Profound Realm Xiao Cheng, who dare not carelessly.
How could the nine-petal Xuanyin flower be refined in vain?
He only needs to blast with a punch, then he can break the skill and shatter the nine spirit patterns.
But this seems to be meaningless.
The corner of Lin Yun’s mouth raised a smile, seeing that the lightning bolts deriving from the nine spiritual patterns were about to fall from various tricky angles. He reached out his palm, and the twisted soul mark in the profound palace turned into a burning fire phoenix feather, appearing in his palm.
“Fire feather pattern!”
Many people saw the spiritual lines on Lin Yun’s palm, their expressions changed, and they were a little surprised.
Spirit patterns of the same grade also have to be superior to inferior. This fire feather pattern is one of the ten most difficult to draw among the three-rank spirit patterns.
But once the drawing is successful, the power of this spirit pattern is also quite terrifying.
In the light of the fire, the young boy’s handsome face looked unusually resolute, and the water chestnuts were particularly distinct.
The palm-length fire feather pattern, accompanied by the surging of soul power, suddenly soared in one breath, turning into a twisted pillar of fire, and Lin Yun would be in it circle by circle.
Rumble!
Nine golden thunderbolts flying from everywhere, instantly entered the pillar of fire, violent loud noises, and the ground trembled endlessly.
Lin Yun was completely annihilated by the vast flames. In the flames, many flashing electric lights could be heard from time to time, which was very frightening.
When the aftermath gradually dissipated, the boy had torn a few holes in his clothes and was unharmed.
Just as the white-clothed youth was terrified, Lin Yun was quite excited, this fire feather pattern was really extraordinary, and when he condensed his soul seal, it was almost painful to death.
“This guy is actually a soul seal condensed with a fire feather pattern!”
The white-clothed young man cursed secretly in his heart, but then he hummed coldly: “The spirit pattern can’t help you. Can I still suppress you with my own cultivation? Just kneel down for me!”
The cold light condensed in his eyes, a hideous color flashed across his face, and the perfect cultivation of the Yin Profound Realm burst out.
The palm of his palm suddenly filled with its cold breath, deceiving him like a ghost.
This lightning-like palm was so fast that the naked eye couldn’t react to it, and it fell on Lin Yun’s chest.
“It’s done!”
Many disciples from Baiyu Academy suddenly burst into joy in their eyes, and others are not clear. They are very clear that the brother’s cold palm is extremely overbearing, the cold is strong and poisonous, and the person in the middle is either dead or injured.
Tianfu Academy reacted, and there was a burst of exclamation, and even Mu Xue’s eyes flashed with surprise.
An unexpected scene appeared. Lin Yun, who was blasted by the palm of Han Ming, did not move at all. His face was ruddy and calm, and he could not see the slightest injury.
On the contrary, it was the young man in white, with a look of seeing a ghost, his eyes almost fell off, and his mouth opened a little speechless.
He was extremely horrified to discover that his majestic true essence escaped into the opponent’s body, like mud into the sea, into a vast ocean.
The vastness of the opponent’s true essence, a vast ocean in the purple mansion, just a circle of ripples, not surprised.
The difference in true yuan was so big that he could not imagine it.
Actually daring to compete with him for Zhenyuan, really not afraid of death, Lin Yun sneered at the corner of his mouth, and shouted in a deep voice: “It’s my turn to shoot.”
boom!
Eighty-one purple iris flowers were opened, and the silver purple mansion suddenly burst into a huge wave. The vastness of the true essence, suddenly surging, flooded all over his body.
The clenched five fingers, like a ray of sword light breaking through the darkness, instantly blasted on the chest of the white-clothed youth.
clang! Click!
First, there was a sound of the explosion of profound armor, and then the inner bones broke apart. The white-clothed youth vomited blood, which was blown out like a cannonball.
Lin Yunzhong’s motionlessness behind the palm of the hand was like a mountain, and the white-clothed young man’s explosive flight after the fist, quietly moved, formed a sharp and violent contrast.
No one thought that the gap would be so big.