After Lin Yun avoided him twenty moves, Yan Tianrui began to make arrangements. The gap in realm made him not afraid of Lin Yun's delay.

Everything is for the present knife!

Seeing the pressure, Lin Yun's body technique was limited and his speed dropped sharply. The two-meter-long blood-colored sword light was radiating with the evil aura of the sky, and was about to chop down.

Lin Yun, who had never fought back, suddenly moved and he took action!

But it is neither the Immortal Vajra Seal nor the Tiger Fist. It is just a simple matter, with five fingers clenched and two fists were knocked out.

A punch knocked away the terrifying pressure that trapped him.

Another punch, like a shattering blow, the two-meter-long blood-colored sword light shattered inch by inch, and blood light scattered out of the sky.

He, who has the fourth level of innate Pure Yang, works with all his strength, and rushes golden spiritual essence.

It was like a big river composed of surging flames, surging endlessly, and roaring in his body without knowing that it erupted with a terrifying momentum.

The overwhelming advantage of the innate spiritual essence surprised Yan Tianrui Muran and looked at Lin Yun and said, "How could your innate spiritual essence be so amazing!"

He could see clearly that Lin Yun’s two moves were based on the simple innate spiritual essence.

With one blow, he smashed the blood cloud slash that had been planned for a long time.

"Kill him!"

Yan Tianrui, who woke up, had a flash of surprise in his eyes, retreated wildly, and shouted loudly.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Suddenly, more than a dozen powerful men from the three innate orifices and more warriors from the two innate orifices surrounded them from all directions like a tide.

But for some reason, Yan Tianrui's heart skipped a beat and felt something was wrong.

Because he saw Lin Yun, when he was about to be surrounded by many warriors, he smiled strangely at him.

"Since there is no stronger existence, let's have fun with you."

Having entangled with Yan Tianrui for half a stick of incense made Lin Yun sure that there were no other stronger innate warriors around.

Looking at the ten innate three-orthodox powerhouses flying over the air and more than twenty two-orthodox warriors running from the ground, Lin Yunfeng said lightly.

The ancient sword box behind him opened with a bang.

In the roar of the wind, countless delicate rose petals danced wildly around Lin Yun.

"sword!"

With the petals all over the sky, Lin Yun reached out his hand like lightning and held the Burial Flower Sword that came out with the flowers.

clang!

The sword was unsheathed, and the burial flower sword was like a pool of autumn water, passing by his eyes. For a moment, his eyes were extremely sharp and his eyebrows were full of confidence.
Chapter completed!