But it was not over yet. Wang Ziyue hadn't thought of the way to crack it, and Lin Yun fell down from the air with another sword.

The sky was completely opened, and a bloody sunset was guided by Lin Yun's Holy Sword and smashed on Wang Ziyue's head.

Prince Yue took a breath and quickly withdrew his sword and retreated.

Bang!

The remaining fire pythons on the ground were blown into blood and blood, and pieces of meat splattered out.

Those living dragon meat fell outside the battle platform and immediately turned into flames and burned into ashes.

Rumble!

On the battlefield, Lin Yun, who had three swords in succession, was like a god descending.

The sword force that fell to the bottom of the valley soared up and overwhelmed the Burning Sky sword force in one fell swoop.

But it's not over yet!

"The moon of the lower string."

Lin Yun shouted lightly, the man danced lightly, and a waning moon rose into the sky.

Immediately, the burial flower bounced gently, and the waning moon bounced out like a water ball, and the moonlight fell like a splash of waves.

"Firefire God Sword!"

"My God, what sword is this!"

"This guy is crazy!"

Many inner disciples were a little confused and didn't know what happened. All the Holy Disciples below stood up suddenly.

His eyes were full of shock, and he mastered the entire four swords, firefly and fired sword.

How is this possible?

But it was not over yet. On the flat ground, the wind suddenly rose around Lin Yun, and incredibly white snowflakes flew out of his sword.

The fifth sword of the Firefly God Sword, the Snow of Tianshan Mountain!

Kick!

After this sword, Wang Ziyue's Burning Sky Sword suddenly collapsed and could no longer support it.

The flames were flooded by snowflakes, and Wang Ziyue was forced down, and the sword in his hand continued to wield.

But every time he waved a sword, he would take a step back, and his face seemed extremely difficult.

When discussing his achievements in swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed.

"The fifth sword is here!"

On the altar of Heavenly Dao, a group of holy elders opened their holy eyes one after another, and a gorgeous light burst out from each pair of holy eyes.

Everyone seemed extremely shocked deep in their hearts.

The Firefly God Sword is available in the world. People who are in the realm of Death Mystery can master the entire six swords.

Looking at the entire Kunlun, no matter whether the two realms are the masters of the tribe, no matter what kind of clan leader, even if we push forward for another five hundred years, we will never have more than ten people.

"I, Tiandao Sect, will produce another sword saint!"

The elder of the Holy Realm sighed and sighed slowly.

But is that the end?

Not!

Under the boundless wind and snow, Lin Yun wore a saint robe in blue, looked back and took another sword.

The long hair danced in the sky in the snow, and the clothes danced with the sword body. A silver sword light flew out like a meteor.
Chapter completed!