boom!

The snowflakes shattered, the sword shadow dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in Mu Xiuhan's eyes in the air. His killer move in his prime was so lightly broken in the opponent's hands.

Holding the Burial Flower Sword, Lin Yun's sword intent shone sharply, and in the heavy snow, it looked like a proud red plum.

When his toes were lightly on the ground, he danced like a red plum blossom or rose like a blue smoke. His seemingly light figure was hidden, but he was full of sharpness and arrogance that no one could ignore.

Puchi!

In the air, Mu Xiuhan, who had retreated wildly, still did not completely avoid the sword. His right shoulder was stabbed and blood splattered.

"You're not that."

Lin Yun landed and said calmly.

"A person who is about to die dares to be so arrogant!"

Whoosh!

Two figures turned into a gust of wind and blew towards Mu Xiuhan, but they fell away from the deacon of Jiange.

Both of them were defeated by Lin Yun in the Black Lotus Hall, but they were now promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu.

He was not afraid of Lin Yun at all, and he was very determined to kill, and just wanted to cleanse the shame in the Black Lotus Palace.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, this man's sword intent is a bit strange."

Mu Xiuhan glanced at the wound on his right shoulder and said coldly. Fortunately, he flashed fast enough, otherwise, the sword would have penetrated directly.

"Let's go together, let's share his storage bag equally."

Jing Jue said lightly, he only cared about the treasure sword that should have belonged to Lin Yun’s storage bag.

It doesn't matter who you join forces with.

"It's just my wish."

Bai Yue licked his chapped lips, and a rather ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"It's a split? It's not bad."

Mu Xiuhan thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and a look of greed flashed in his eyes.

He didn't enter the temple and gained nothing. If he could even divide Lin Yun's storage bag, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain.

"I hope you all don't regret it."

Lin Yun's eyes were cold, and the Burial Flower Sword tightly held in his hand seemed to feel the murderous intent in his heart, trembling and a cold light.

Without waiting for the three of them to take action.
Chapter completed!