Just as everyone felt that the shaking Thunder Demon Sword would surely die, a terrible edge suddenly burst out on his body. A layer of black armor exuded a metallic luster, shining on the galaxy in the sky, and his body was extremely powerful. After all, the star realm.

Xuantian treasure mimic!

Everyone looked a little stunned, and suddenly remembered that this person was still a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and the strongest trump card was not used.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The Thunder Demon Sword relied on Xuantian heavy armor and rushed over with Xiao Yin. His eyes were red and his whole body was trapped in a devil's madness.

Click!

The Xuantian heavy armor on his body was approaching, and a vague crack exploded. But in the end, he rushed into the Zi Yuan sword formation, and the speed of the heavy armor rupture continued to accelerate, Leng Aaron ignored the slightest.

"Burning Flower Master, your death is here!"

Leng Ao Ran smiled grimly, and before he could finish his words, the sword light stabbed out.

He was very accurate. Lin Yun's purple kite flying song has come to an end. As long as he supports the most dangerous sword formation and kills the opponent near, he can solve the opponent with one sword.

Under the gaze of everyone, his sword stabbed Lin Yun directly into the heart, and countless screams of exclamations immediately sounded on the ground.

But Leng Aoran was immediately surprised to find that there were many holy patterns wrapped around the other party's heart, and his killing sword could never pierce through it.

Just as he was about to retreat, Lin Yun put down the flute and pointed it out.

One leaf, one Bodhi, one flower, one world!

The seven-layered sea of ​​flowers bloomed and overlapped behind Lin Yun. When he pointed out, the majestic sword light penetrated like a dragon.

Puchi!

The Xuantian heavy armor on Leng Aoran's body collapsed instantly, with a terrifying hole in his body, and his whole body was directly bombarded.

His face was so pale that he could not imagine, and his breath was unprecedentedly weak. After landing, he did not dare to stay for a while and ran away wildly with his remaining body.

puff!

A bloodstained from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and slowly fell from the air. With the protection of the Silver Moon Mask, a sword failed to pierce his heart.

But he was also injured, but he was not as serious as Leng Auroran, and he still had the power to fight.

"Lin Yun, are you okay?" Xiao Bingfeng asked nervously in the sword box.

Lin Yun said lightly: "Don't worry, if you go after the Thunder Demon Sword, he can't run too far."

"Someone is chasing me."

"Don't worry, I know who it is, go chase after someone first."

"oh."

Lin Yun turned around, his body turned in the void, and in the blink of an eye, he fell cross-legged onto a huge rock.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Soon, three figures appeared first in his vision. Yanteng, Xuan Fei, and Lei Lan rushed over with their own disciples from the three sects with bad expressions and murderous aura.

Seeing Lin Yun sitting cross-legged and seeing the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, Yanteng's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

This guy is indeed injured!

I knew that the cold and arrogant death-taking sword just now would definitely not be able to go so easily.

"Young Master Burial, I didn't expect it!" Yan Teng's mouth smiled, and a smug look flashed in his eyes. So what if you force the Thunder Demon Sword away, it will eventually fall into my hands.

He is now forced into a desperate situation, and the holy soldier was stolen by the Thunder Demon Sword and is a dog for the other party in public.

Returning to the Xuanwang Palace is a dead end, but if you take the head of the Huayou Duke back, the eldest brother may be able to spare his life.

"He has killed many evil cultivators in the past month, and his wealth is unimaginable!" Xuan Fei's eyes flashed with greed and licked his dry tongue and lips.

Lei Lan's eyes were burning and she said coldly: "Haha, this mask on his face is probably a holy weapon!"

Holy artifact!

Yan Teng's eyes instantly became hot. If they could be brought back, they would probably offset the loss of the sacred soldiers being seized.

"Kill him!"

Yanteng ordered the disciples of the Xuanwang Palace behind him, and Xuan Fei and Lei Lan gave the same order.

The three of them were seriously injured. Even though Lin Yun was assassinated, he had no power to fight and still did not dare to take too much risk.

Swish! Swish!

The eyes of the disciples of the three sects behind immediately fell on Lin Yun, and the murderous intent surged in his eyes, but he was a little afraid.

After a battle just now, the Burial Flower Prince was shocked in their eyes.

"Are you sure you are willing to work for him?"

Lin Yun's tone did not fluctuate, his eyes swept over and asked calmly.

"Kill him and divide the treasures equally!" Yanteng said with a cold look and gritted his teeth.

Huh!

A group of people suddenly stopped hesitating. The disciples of these three sects were not very good. On that day, the Qiu family hall also ridiculed and mocked Lin Yun in all kinds of ways.

At present, when I heard Yanteng’s treasures split, I soared into the air one by one, and there was no hesitation at all.

court death!

A cold look flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and the purple jade divine bamboo flute was placed beside his lips, and the sound of the flute sounded instantly.

He played the sword!

One sword cuts the floating clouds, and one sword cuts the nine heavens.

One sword swept the eight wildernesses, and one sword shook the four seas.

Floating clouds and nine heavens, eight desolates and four seas!

The sound of the flute is like a wave, one wave is higher than the other, and the storm is strong, and the waves soar into the sky. The storm comes quickly and goes quickly. The short and violent sound of the flute shakes the sky, and lightning breaks through the void.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The disciples of the three sects who flew over, had just flew into the air and were shaken by Xiao Yin in the air.

Blood splattered everywhere, and everyone bloomed like fireworks, and the picture was sad and cruel.

Yan Teng and the other two looked pale. Seeing the horrifying scene in front of them, they felt their legs and feet weak and their bodies were trembling.

Is this the strength of the burial flower dude?

Is this the pressure that the Thunder Demon Sword is facing just now?

Thinking about it this way, the Thunder Demon Sword could last for so long and almost stab Lin Yun to death with one sword. His strength was even more terrifying than the three of them imagined.

But the person in front of him is even more terrifying!

On the huge rock, Lin Yun suddenly stood up and looked at the three of them with cold eyes. The three of them were shaking the aftermath of the flute sound, and blood kept overflowing from their mouths, and the sound of the domineering sword seemed to be echoing in their ears.

"Do you really think I was so hurt that I didn't even have the power to fight? I'm going to be you!" Lin Yun said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.

Yanteng said in horror: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Have you forgotten so soon?"

Lin Yun laughed and took off the mask from his face. The handsome and handsome face immediately presented it to the three of them.

Lin Yun!

The Burial Flower Master was just Lin Yun from the Tianpo Realm. The three of them were so shocked that their chins almost fell off.

How is this possible?

Lin Yun tied the purple jade bamboo flute around his waist, flashed and came to the three of them, staring at Yan Teng, making the latter feel unimaginable fear.

He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but his legs trembled and he was not in control.

"Since your legs are not easy to stand, don't ask for them!"

Lin Yun called out the burial flower, the sword light flashed, Yan Teng's knee was instantly shattered, and he knelt down with a plop.

"Lin Yun, you are looking for death!" Yan Teng was heart-wrenching in pain. He glared at Lin Yun fiercely and said angrily: "You bastard, if you dare to kill me, the Fuyun Sword Sect will be devastated!"

"You like to be arrogant, so you shouldn't want it!"

Lin Yun slashed another sword, and Yan Teng's eyes were wiped out in an instant, and blood kept gushing out of his eyes.

"My eyes!"

Yanteng panicked in pain, he covered his eyes with his hands and kept trembling.

"Since you like to bully others, it's better not to do it!"

Lin Yun waved two swords, the sword light flashed, and blood was like a spring, and Yanteng's arms immediately flew out.

"No! No! No!"

Yan Teng roared in despair. He felt so regretful that he had no idea that a Tianpo, who was humiliated two days ago, would be revenge in such a cruel way two days later.

"Burn my demon pet and insult my dignity. You can get rid of your head. Don't be a human being in the next life!"
To be continued...