Chapter 925: The Seven Shows of Tianling Mausoleum Do Not Leave One!
In the middle of the fragmented moon, Lin Yun dressed in white, sharp as a sword, and with a flash, he fell heavily on the ring.
The expressions of Chen Ziyu and Chu Muyan changed slightly, and they involuntarily stepped back a few steps under these sharp edges.
Their expressions looked a little unnatural, which was somewhat different from the script they had imagined.
Lin Yun should have been hit hard, his white clothes were stained with blood, and he had to board the ring in an extremely embarrassing manner. But right now, there was a little bit embarrassed about the edge, but the edge was wanton, and the sharp eyes could pierce the void.
“not good……”
The elders of the Chen family couldn’t help exclaiming.
“Don’t panic, this kid is definitely the end of the fight, waiting to see Master Ziyu’s means.”
Chen Wangye’s eyes flickered, and he said softly.
According to his understanding, the purple moon in Ziyue Dongtian was quite strange, there should be a lot of moonlight remaining in Lin Yun’s body, not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface.
In fact, it was exactly what he said, but Lin Yun didn’t care at all, his heart thumped and thumped wildly.
The blue dragon seal gleamed, and its heartbeat was strong and terrifying, and the majestic blood qi was constantly gushing out like spring water. No matter how the weird purple moon flower swallowed, it couldn’t keep up with the speed at which the vitality and blood were reborn.
Hearing Chen Wangye’s words, everyone in the Chen family settled down a little bit. After all, Chen Ziyu was also gifted at the perfect Yin-Yang realm, and he also mastered the will of the Ice Martial Dao.
“Why do you step back so far, don’t you mean killing me like slaughtering a dog? Come and shoot me to death!”
Lin Yun’s eyes swept away and fell on Chen Ziyu’s body, provocative.
“Afraid you won’t make it?”
Chen Ziyu sneered, the ice will suddenly violent, and a terrifying coercion suddenly became thick and heavy.
The chill was just an instant, and the promised arena was covered with icy frost. If he is an ordinary leader, he will be frozen into a popsicle just standing on the frost, but Lin Yun’s sword intent is already at its peak and he is not afraid.
Cang! Cang! Cang!
There were countless chills that wanted to penetrate Lin Yun’s body like silk, but his sword intent surrounded him, and the fierce sword intent cut off all this ruthlessly.
“die!”
Chen Ziyu frowned slightly, and didn’t want to bear it anymore, his whole body was shaking with a palm of his hand and patted it.
boom!
The palm of the hand came out, and the sky was overcast and wind roared, and there was a stern ghost roar in the wind. The cold wind pierced the bones, the chill attacked the heart, and the chill sounded into the soul. His palm seemed ordinary, but in fact, his methods were extremely clever.
Bang!
But when he was about to kill Lin Yun, a blade of sword light lit up, and the burial flower was as fast as lightning, piercing precisely in his palm.
The sharp point of the sword and the lingering sword intent carry the sword strength of the purple kite like the ocean. With a sword, he pierced the palm of his hand, and blood overflowed. He shouted in pain and was stunned.
“Three strokes to defeat me? You can’t even catch me with a single sword!”
The blood dripped from the funeral flower, and Lin Yun looked at the other side indifferently and mockingly.
Chen Ziyu’s right hand fell softly, and his face turned red and hot and pained. He was furious and hateful. After a few days, how could the strength of this sword slave become so terrifying.
“Kill me like a dog? I kill you like a grass!”
Lin Yun didn’t give him room to think at all. He urged the eleventh layer of Ziyuan Sword Art to the extreme, and then killed him when he lifted the sword.
Overlord sword, morning sun breaks!
A bright ray of light suddenly rose from Lin Yun’s body, and an unrivaled sword force soared into the sky. He slashed out with a sword, and the burial flower in his hand cleaved a fiery red sunrise.
boom!
What an amazing sword, the vast sword power evolved into a terrifying fireball, it was a fire-red sunrise. The sword-inspired Chenhui rendered the sky a bright red, it was a magnificent morning glow, and it was also the blood that never extinguished in the heart of the young man.
“No, no, no!”
The elders of the Chen family who were waiting for Chen Ziyu to show off his power were completely dumbfounded. They could tell at a glance that Chen Ziyu could never stop this sword.
Even if they face this sword, they can’t stop it, let alone Chen Ziyu, whose hand was abandoned by Lin Yun.
With a desperate roar, the morning sun was smashed down by the funeral flowers, Chen Ziyu’s complexion changed drastically, and various means kept offering sacrifices.
Bang!
But it was useless. When the morning sun fell, Chen Ziyu was smashed into mashed meat in just a short time and exploded into countless pieces of meat.
It was like Xuanyin Zhong hitting the blood dragon horse with an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
With one sword, one sword killed Chen Ziyu, the four directions were silent, and Wan Lai was silent.
Everyone opened their mouths and looked at this scene incredible. The swordsman in white clothes was a bit too scary.
“Can you leave?”
In such silence, Lin Yun with his back to Chu Muyan suddenly spoke.
That Chu Muyan was quite cunning. He immediately stepped aside when he saw Lin Yun attack Chen Ziyu. When I saw Lin Yun Jichu still breaking dawn, I instantly understood that Chen Ziyu was dead, and the gods would not be able to save him.
He didn’t even think of revenge for the other party, so he jumped off and jumped out of the ring.
In order to save his life, he didn’t even bother to ask for the opportunity to join Ziyue Dongtian.
But who knows that Lin Yun discovered it just after landing.
Lin Yun, who was on the ring with his back facing him, slowly turned around, looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: “The bones of the blood dragon horse were trampled into ashes by you piece by piece. It was you who thwarted him and turned him into ashes?”
Those gazes, accompanied by the killing intent, were fierce, almost piercing the void.
Chu Muyan’s heart tightened, a little helpless, wishing to draw his own big ears. This was what he was bragging about. No one cares about the bones of the blood dragon horse, but Lin Yun is taking it seriously right now.
But in a flash, a smile appeared on Chu Muyan’s face. He jumped off the ring and was afraid of what he would do? Immediately shouted: “Where is the strong Xiaoyunzong?”
“exist!”
Suddenly, many elders and disciples of Xiaoyun Sect responded loudly at the same time.
“Everyone listened to the order, avenged Junior Brother Ouyang and killed this sword slave.”
Hearing the response, Chu Muyan’s heart was determined. He first gave an order, and immediately looked at Lin Yun with a sneer, “How about that animal that was thwarted by me? You sword slave, what else can you do? I won’t be able to slap to death!”
The power of Qiongqi!
In the mysterious space of Lin Yun Zifu, Primordial Fierce Soul let out a roar, and the power of the sky in his body instantly burned.
The power of the strange and strange turned into flames, burning all the sixteen hideous dragon patterns, his muscles squirmed, and the mighty power of a river surged all over his body.
Bang!
Endless blood raged in Lin Yun, Lin Yun stepped on the broken ring, fell from the sky, and slapped it with a palm.
too fast!
Lin Yun, who stepped on the broken ring with his strength completely, was almost unable to catch it with the naked eye.
When he appeared again, he was already on top of Chu Muyan’s head, his body was full of flames, his brilliance was like a pillar, and the ancient fierce might be blessed on Lin Yun like an abyss.
Puff!
Chu Muyan couldn’t even raise his head, and this palm fell fiercely on the top of his head. From head to toe, bones and flesh would explode every inch. With everyone’s horrified eyes, Chu Muyan’s body kept shrinking like a spring.
When the palm was completely slapped on the ground, blood splashed, bones frustrated and ashes, and there was no such person in the world.
“Who said I can’t kill you with one palm?”
Lin Yun spoke slowly, the flames on his body gradually extinguished, but the sharpness of that class remained lingering. His handsome face was pale as a demon at the moment, with black hair all over his head, dancing like a waterfall. His eyes are as black as ink, and as deep as an abyss, and there is a strange purple mark on the center of his eyebrows, which is more and more eye-catching.
Is that the sign of a sword slave?
I am afraid that no one would dare to say this sentence again. It was written by a fairy, thousands of miles away. Lingxi pointed, Jing Xiufanghua, condensed a little, and fell between the eyebrows.
He is Lin Yun, the Great Qin Lingxiao sword pavilion, and the funeral of the playboy Lin Yun!