Bang!

During the breath, the terrifying suction of her palm condensed fell apart. At the same time, Lin Yun looked cold and twisted his wrist. Dozens of lightnings that were hundreds of feet long gathered together and fell in the sky.

Click! Click! Click!

The rolling clouds in the sky were immediately torn apart like cloth, and the will of Jiang Ziye's clouds plummeted and collapsed.

Jiang Ziye's face changed drastically, and he gathered Yun's will and retreated wildly.

Hiss! Hiss!

Dozens of white silks were retreating, piercing through the void and attacking from different directions.

Wow!

For a moment, Lin Yun's vision was covered by white silk, and the flying white silk was rolled towards him like lightning.

Lin Yun was calm and kept running forward. While running, the sword light kept waving.

His sword seemed to be slow and fast, and while waving, white silks were easily torn apart.

Between two or three breaths, the white silk that looked quite difficult was directly split into countless debris.

"Tianhuang Boyun Palm!"

Jiang Ziye took this opportunity to directly use a killer move.

boom!

Above the nine heavens, there were huge stone palms, which were overwhelming and overwhelming.

"Ba Jian, Hengduan Taia."

Lin Yun's steps still did not stop. As he moved forward, the Burial Flower drew a horizontal full moon sword light.

Click!

When the sword light closed into a full moon, the falling stone palm was cut off half and fell apart before it even fell.

Jiang Ziye's face was pale, she continued to retreat, and pondered: "The clouds rolled and unfolded, gathering and dispersing impermanently."

Wow!

Immediately, her figure dissipated like a cloud, becoming ethereal and invisible, and the energy could not be locked.

But this still failed to stop Lin Yun from moving forward.

Domineering sword, blood conquers mountains and rivers!

Lin Yun rose into the air, pressed down with a sword, and rumbling. The sword fell from the sky without slashing with a sword blade. The sword body burst into boundless blood in the air and slowly pressed down.

roar!

The flat sword body looked like a bridge, with blood rising into the sky, and the phantom of a hundred-foot dragon bathed in blood, like a mountain pressing down.

Kick!

As the air fell, it was constantly squeezed and concentrated, and the invisible ginger purple leaves were constantly forced in, and the originally hazy figure gradually became clear.

Puchi!

When the sword was completely pressed down, Jiang Ziye vomited blood and was directly knocked to the edge of the ring.

After a few violent coughs, Jiang Ziye's eyes flashed with an undetectable look of fear. At that moment, she felt that she was about to be crushed into a meat paste.

Under the pressure of the Canglong sword power, the whole body could not be controlled, but it was shaken out the moment the bones were about to break.

Her back was sweating coldly, and she was really walking away at the gates of hell.

"You win."

Jiang Ziye sighed, and now he fully understood that he really had no luck in winning Yan Longzi.
Chapter completed!