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Chapter 407 For whoever draws the sword and does not look back!(2/2)

But his move was despicable and disgusting. Every time, Lin Yun took action the moment he collected his sword.

Before, no matter how many casualties and injuries in Shence Camp, he did not speak out and stared at him like a poisonous snake.

thump!

Lin Yun fell on the snow, and the Burial Flower came out of her hand, this time he was even heavier than the previous palm.

With a half-step Zifu realm, a carefully prepared palm is not something that ordinary people can bear even if they avoid the vital points.

"Lin Yun, go quickly, don't worry about me."

Xinyan looked painful in the carriage and shouted loudly.

Da da da da da!

The Shence camp in the rear was still gathering, and the eldest prince in the carriage was expressionless. On both sides of the Qingxuan Society, the VIPs from the Qingxuan Society fell on Lin Yun with a cold expression, without any fluctuation, as if he was just a dead person.

The crowds from all directions all looked quite a pity in their eyes. The boy who fell to the ground in the wind and snow was really helpless.

After all, he was the eldest prince, and he didn't even have a look.

This young man saw the end of annoying himself.

If nothing unexpected happens, Lin Yun would probably be exhausted to death.

So what if you practice sword skills to the realm of transformation?

One person and one sword, the Shen Ce camp was killed, and what about the Blood Sword Feihong?

Han Tianming won’t get entangled with you. No matter how high his sword skills are, there is no room for swing.

"kill!"

Han Tianming showed a cold smile on his thin face, and disdain flashed in his eyes.

The pleasure of playing with this kind of genius and monster in the applause made him very enjoyable. Ten days ago, he was also a leader, but unfortunately, after failing to advance to the Purple Mansion, he has been stuck to the present after half a step in the Purple Mansion realm.

He had a distorted hatred towards the evil master.

Boom, boom, boom!

The war horses neighed, and the hurricane was in it. The Shen Ce camp gathered behind them rushed over again under Han Tianming's order. The ground trembled, and the shouts of killing between heaven and earth were terrifying.

"Go, go quickly!"

Xinyan's eyes were red and she said with a sob.

Lin Yun on the ground smiled bitterly: "Sister, since I am here, I will not leave without results. The blood is not cold yet, and the drawn sword has no reason to take it back."

Whom I am happy for and whom I am worried for, and whom I draw my sword for and never look back!

Bang!

The boy's palm slapped in the snow, and the snowflakes splashed. Lin Yun turned over and shouted, "Sword!"

The Burial Flower Sword scattered in the distance, waved to his hands with a clang, and was tightly held by it.

Frost is thousands of miles away!

Facing hundreds of elite Shen Ce camps who were shouting and killing the sky, Lin Yun in the air swept his sword in a wild way. The moment he held the Burial Flower Sword, he raised his hand and waved it. The endless chill accompanied by the vast sword momentum, and everything was frozen wherever he passed.

The wind is cold and the snow is cold, and people's hearts are colder than the wind and snow.

But Lin Yun's sword moves forward!

Like the wind, like the wind of autumn leaves, like the wind of the desolate autumn night withering leaves.

Like snow, like snow in the cold winter, like snow that scatters all things in the cold winter.

Click!

The ice shattered, and hundreds of elite Shence Camp soldiers who rushed to attack spit out blood. Without exception, they were all blown away by the ice sword intent in their bodies.

"Die!"

Amid the grim laughter, Han Tianming turned into a red light and appeared in front of Lin Yun at a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His face was ferocious and laughed wildly, his eyes were as murderous as blood. He slapped out with a palm and headed straight for Lin Yun's forehead.

Many warriors in the crowd immediately took a breath and said in their hearts, "It's so cruel... Han Tianming is really as cold as a poisonous snake. No, he is more terrifying than a poisonous snake."

But Han Tianming was stunned and felt inexplicably panic. He saw Lin Yun's eyes, as calm as water, and the waves continued.

It's like watching a dead person, without any sense of glory.

"What's going on?"

Han Tianming suddenly felt a little confused.

Flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, Geng gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern... Each of them is perfect second-grade spiritual patterns. In the meridians of Lin Yunti, it is as bright as stars, crisscrossing and interlocking, forming a vast scroll.

Lin Yun suddenly burst out from the inside to the outside, and his body was filled with power, and his body was swollen, with the ninth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu, and the half-step purple mansion...

boom!

Before he could stop, his aura reached half a step on the purple mansion and soared to the shocking purple mansion realm.

Han Tianming's palm light stayed half an inch before Lin Yun's forehead and could no longer move forward. The terrifying pressure of the purple palace shocked and twisted him into great pain.

What's going on?

His eyes were shocked and unbelievable.

Thousands of machine seals, palms breaking mountains and rivers!

Accompanied by a shocking tiger roar, a huge tiger palm suddenly fell in the air, and it fell down rapidly with a thunderous momentum.

"No!"

Han Tianming was frightened and his expression changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat.

Can you withdraw?

Lin Yun, I have been waiting for him for a long time!

Bang!

When the tiger palm was on this vast snow, Han Tianming, who was half a step into a state of purple palace, was photographed into flesh mud on the spot. The ground shook violently, and the street suddenly exploded, and there was a loud bang, as if the world was under this palm, trembling.

Countless figures were thrown into the air under this shock. Rocks spread across the sky and snow danced wildly, and this world was completely in chaos.

"Follow me!"

Lin Yun glanced at him and landed on Ma Cheng's Xinyan, and without hesitation, he soared into the air.
Chapter completed!
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