Chapter 1120

When the silver spear was held in Leng Auroran's hand, the crimson turned into a blood-red color, and the crescent moon was hidden in the blood, like a beauty with red makeup on the table.

Strange, ghostly, terrifying.

Under such night, Lin Yun stood in the void, wearing a silver moon mask on his face. His body was filled with silver light, and his long silver hair was scattering, much longer than usual black hair.

Wow!

The silver hair rose slightly in the wind, and Lin Yun held the purple jade bamboo flute in his hand and fell on a broken ruin.

Burial of the Flower Boy!

Leng arrogantly stared at the other party, with strange blood flashing in his eyes and a smile on his lips. His appearance seemed very strange under the moonlight, as if he could twist people's hearts at any time.

A look can make people fall into the Shura purgatory environment, fall into it forever, and fall into madness.

"I saw my Xuantian heavy armor and knew that the holy soldiers fell in my hands. You dared to appear, which was really beyond my expectations." Leng Aoran smiled evilly and looked at Lin Yun unscrupulously.

When he had fought with Yan Teng and the other two before, he vaguely noticed that there was a gaze in the distance.

Leng Aoran didn't care, especially after getting the holy soldiers, he didn't care even more.

It would be fine if the other party didn't show up, but if it appeared, it would be a death sentence.

Burial of the Flower Boy?

Haha, just seeking death!

"Let's take action."

Lin Yun looked at the hole on his shoulder, blood was still flowing, and the man was not injured lightly. If he was in the peak state and held the holy weapon in his hand, Lin Yun would still be a little afraid.

But that's all. Now that I'm injured and know all the trump card, I have nothing to be afraid of.

"You guy, you really don't cry until you see the coffin. I'll see who it is under your mask!"

Leng Aurorang smiled and took a step forward.

His speed was very fast and disappeared from everyone's sight almost instantly, but as soon as he took a step, the sound of the flute sounded immediately, and a purple kite flower bloomed as if it appeared out of thin air.

clang!

Leng Aoran waved the silver spear in his hand and shattered the flying purple furnish flowers, but he was forced to form a body.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

Before he could react, the continuous sound of flute sounds accompanied by the intent of Tongtian swords, kept ringing under Lin Yun's blow.

At the same time, Lin Yun's eyes closed, his blue shirt began to stir, and purple kite flowers burst out from his body.

After a while, snow fell all over the sky.

The sound of the flute is like a raindrop, visible throughout the sky, and the sound of the flute is like an endless sea of ​​flowers, blooming with fragrance of flowers, and can be heard everywhere, and it also looks like a beauty like the moon, leaving the world independent, and it is fascinating.

The sound of this flute can be seen, heard, imagined, and the eternal sky, the wind and moon are all in the boundless wind and snow.

Majestic vision, magnificent and magnificent!

The face of the Thunder Demon Sword immediately became ugly. He wanted to kill him, but directly suppressed the other party with the silver spear in his hand and took off Lin Yun's mask.

But unexpectedly, after taking one step, he was knocked back by the flute sound.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The silver spear in his hand was dazzled by his wielding eyes, purple kite flowers were shattered, and wisps of sword light were blasted.

But he couldn't get close to half a step, but instead, under Xiao Yin's forced, he retreated step by step.

laugh!

A petal flew away, the Thunder Demon Sword did not avoid it in time, and the cheek was stabbed with blood marks.

"Never end!"

Anger flashed in Leng Aaron's eyes, and he waved his hand and poured Xingyuan into the holy soldiers in his hand.

boom!

In an instant, hundreds of holy patterns bloomed, and a violent pressure suddenly arose. The holy soldiers were much stronger than Yanteng in his hands.

Kick!

I saw countless petals shattering in the void. He held a silver spear and drove straight into the wind and snow and petals all over the sky.

boom!

Lin Yun's long hair flew instantly, the sharp edge of his body bloomed, and the pleasant sound of the flute turned into a shocking long tone.

It was like a waterfall that was swept backwards in the wind and soaring into the sky. At the same time, his sword intent of Tongtian continued to soar, from Tongtian to Tongtian’s small success, to Tongtian’s great success, and then to Tongtian’s peak perfection.

Buzz!

The elongated flute sound made an extremely sharp sound, like a phoenix sound, reaching its peak at the same time as the Tongtian sword intent.

The silver spear that drove straight in was blocked by a strange phenomenon that evolved from sound waves and sword intent when it was two feet away from Lin Yun.

The tip of the gun is dazzling, with thunder and lightning like blood, dazzling.

But no matter how hard the Thunder Sword Demon exerts force, he can never break it in the face of such a powerful vision.

boom!

On the ruins, Lin Yun's eyes closed suddenly opened at this moment.

In an instant, Lin Yun's sharp flute sound suddenly became gentle. It turned into a wind dragon, turning among the clouds, turning faster and faster, sweeping the bloody night.

Wow!

The clouds clear and the mist dissipates, and the stars fall in the sky.

Lin Yun was wearing a silver robe and covered with starlight falling from the sky. His fingers kept twitching. This purple kite flying song was so unimaginable that it was, and the starlight falling on him seemed to be twisted.

Sword shadows burst out from his body, and a sword formation was formed in the blink of an eye.

The Zi Yuan Sword Formation is unparalleled!

The sword shadows formed a formation, and Lin Yunren rose into the sky on the ruins, carrying the boundless sword intent, wrapped in the sky with the starry light, and rushed forward as the snowflakes flew.

The face of the Thunder Demon Sword changed drastically. He put away the holy gun and waved his hand to replace it with the sword he had used before.

He was not comfortable with using a gun instead of a sword.

The sword light is in his hands

When you wave it, you can clearly see that every sword light of his body turned into a blood-electric dragon. The dragon was like a magic whip that was hundreds of feet long, constantly slapped the sword formation.

But the sword formation is like a mountain, and there is no flaw in the blessing of Tongtian sword intent and Xiaoyin.

The figure of the Thunder Demon Sword was constantly forced back by Lin Yun in full view of everyone.

"Nine Dragons Breaking the Sky!"

Leng Aurantan was extremely aggrieved and completely angry. He swung his sword and the sea of ​​blood was filled with air. In the vast sea of ​​blood, nine dragon shadows broke through the sea and roared towards the Zi Yuan sword formation.

At this moment, the world was dyed bloody, and everyone felt the madness of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Lin Yun was afraid at all. He suddenly became heavy like a storm and rain. Every sound of flute sound was like a mountain rising from the ground, as if the sky collapsed and the earth was sinking, making people's eardrums tremble and dizzy.

Zi Yuan Sword Formation, reverse!

Nine turns to one, the phoenix sings up to the sun!

The majestic sword formation reversed with a bang, and Lin Yun's already terrifying sword intent became more and more terrifying in the reversal. After the Nine Turns, he reached the terrifying sword intent close to the fourth grade.

Rumble!

The nine blood dragons flying over slapped on the reversed sword formation, and burst into dazzling light with the void.

Too scary!

Everyone was stunned to see all this, and they never expected that a person could push the Thunder Demon Sword to such an extent with just one flute.

clang!

Amid the dazzling and chaotic light, a phoenix sounded, and a rising sun rose behind Lin Yun.

Under the illumination of the rising sun, the blood light in the sky was dispersed, and Lin Yun walked out of the sun. He was handsome and handsome, with extraordinary weapons, like a god, shining.

Puchi!

The nine cold and arrogant blood-colored dragons were completely crushed by the sword formation, and they were spit out with blood, and they didn't have time to take a breath. There was an ice phoenix covered in the sword formation, swooping towards him.

The sound of the flute is slowly and endless, covering the ice phoenix spreading its wings with a layer of holy light.

Bang!

The Thunder Demon Sword flew out in the sky, and the whole person fell into the distance like a kite with broken strings.

Huh!

Deep in the forest clouds, the sound of flutes sounded into my ears, resounding through the world, as if colorful clouds were chasing the moon, leaving in the sky.

"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"
To be continued...