Lin Yun raised his eyebrows, put the sword in his right hand in front of him, and put his left hand in his fingers together, and kept slashing upwards on the sword.

Kick!

With the arms that were gathered together, slowly passing by, the purple kites of the Dantian bloomed in pieces.

When his fingers struck the tip of the sword, all seventy-two petals bloomed, and an unparalleled sword force erupted from Lin Yun.

"In the name of the sword, I will make the flowers bloom!"

A huge purple kite flower suddenly bloomed above his head, stirring up the wind and clouds of the sky. Lin Yun held a sword in both hands to block the falling blood-colored sword light.

Bang!

Amid the shocking loud noise, a strange scene appeared, and Lin Yun, who seemed to be small, blocked the sword light.

The ground rumbled and trembled continuously, and silk blood was flowing from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and his face was extremely pale in an instant.

A crack appeared on the ancient stone platform under your feet, and it was about to fall apart.

"roll!"

Lin Yun, who gritted his teeth, roared with all his strength, and held the sword and shook the bloody sword light for a moment.

Huh!

Taking advantage of the moment, he stepped on the ancient stone platform and rushed out like lightning.

boom!

The blood-colored sword light was no longer obstructed, and it slashed straight on the ground, marking out a huge gully that could not be seen at a glance.

Lin Yun, who was half squatting on another stone platform, was weak and weak, and was breathing.

His disheveled hair, his nostrils, eyes, and ears slowly overflowed with blood. This sword that barely blocked him still hurt him very much.

But the young man raised a smile stubbornly at the corner of his mouth.

He survived after all!

In the burial of the sword forest, the Thirteenth Master and the fat old man who were eating fish flashed in their eyes at the same time.

After a while, Thirteenth Master touched his beard and smiled, "This kid is really lucky."

The fat old man took a small sip of the Cold Pond and smiled and said, "Hehe, fight for the life of the sky, and the burial of the corpse and endless broken swords did not scare this kid away. He is indeed a great life."

The snow dragon fish in the pot was eaten by two people by one third, but the crescent meat containing all the essence of the snow dragon fish still did not move.

Both of them stared at each other. Whoever dared to move would immediately be a sword... No, it was chopsticks.

The blood dragon horse not far away was lying pitifully on the ground, staring at the snow dragon fish in the pot. His saliva flowed all over the ground, his eyes filled with mist, which was really a grievance that he had never seen before.

"Do you eat fish? You're just me..."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Lin Yun, who was in a mess, walked out with a smile on his face.

The two elders didn't expect Lin Yun to appear so soon. Before they could react, they saw Lin Yun pick up the chopsticks and hold the crescent meat in the pot into their mouths.

"Comfortable, Xiaohong, come and have something to eat too."

The moment when the crescent meat was in her mouth, Lin Yun's eyes lit up. He had never tasted so delicious before. He was refreshing and had endless aftertaste. The severe pain in his body all relieved a lot.

When he looked up, the Blood Dragon Horse looked at him with a gaze.

Lin Yun smiled and took the whole pot.

"stop!"

The Thirteenth Master and the Fat Old Man's faces turned dark at the same time, and he stood up and shouted loudly.

But two-thirds of the snow dragon fish were left, and the meat and soup were already swallowed by the Blood Dragon Horse.

Guru!
Chapter completed!