After Lin Yun avoided his twenty moves, Yan Tianrui began to make plans. The gap in realm made him not afraid of Lin Yun's delay at all.

Everything is for this knife!

Seeing that under the pressure, Lin Yun's physical skills were restricted and his speed dropped drastically. The two-meter-long blood-colored sword glow was emitting soaring evil energy and was about to be chopped down.

Lin Yun, who had never fought back, suddenly made a move and took action!

But it is neither the Immortal Vajra Seal nor the Tiger Fist. It is just simple, clenching five fingers and punching out with two fists.

With one punch, the terrifying pressure that trapped him was blown away.

Another punch, like a crushing force, shattered the two-meter-long bloody sword into pieces, scattering blood all over the sky.

He has reached the fourth level of innate Pure Yang Kung, and with all his strength, golden spiritual energy surges forward.

Like a great river composed of torrential flames, it surged endlessly, roaring unknowingly within his body, erupting with a terrifying momentum.

The overwhelming advantage of innate spiritual energy made Yan Tianrui startled. He looked at Lin Yundao and said: "How can your innate spiritual energy be so amazing!"

He could clearly see that Lin Yun's two moves relied on pure innate spiritual energy.

One blow shattered him, the long-planned Blood Cloud Slash.

"Kill him!"

Yan Tianrui, who woke up with a start, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, stepped back crazily, and shouted loudly.

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, more than a dozen strong men with three innate apertures, and a larger number of warriors with two innate apertures, surrounded them like a tide from all directions.

But Yan Tianrui didn't know why, his heart skipped a beat, and he still felt a little bad.

Because he saw Lin Yun smiling strangely at him when he was about to be surrounded by many warriors.

"Since there is no stronger existence, let me have fun with you."

Wrangling half a stick of incense with Yan Tianrui made Lin Yun sure that there were no other stronger innate warriors around.

Lin Yunfeng said calmly as he looked at the ten innate three-aperture strong men flying towards them in the air and the more than twenty two-aperture warriors running towards them on the ground.

The ancient sword box behind him opened with a bang.

Amidst the roar of the wind, countless bloody rose petals danced wildly around Lin Yun.

"sword!"

Among the petals in the sky, Lin Yun stretched out his hand like lightning and grasped the Flower Burial Sword that came out with the flowers.

Clang!

The sword was unsheathed, and the flower-burial sword passed by his eyes like a stream of autumn water. For a moment, his eyes were extremely sharp, and his brows were confident.
Chapter completed!