Xiao Kun was stunned for a moment before he woke up, and quickly nodded and called on other evil cultivators to approach Ye Ziling.

Ye Ziling's vision was blurred and she noticed someone approaching, but her right hand holding the sword was soft and weak. She suffered a heavy injury in the previous battle with Lei Ying, and the last blow completely injured her.

Now, let alone resisting these people, even suicide cannot be done.

But just as her consciousness was about to be completely blurred, a rapid sound of flute suddenly rose from the distance.

clang! clang! clang!

The sound of the flute is like a dragon's roar, containing unprecedented anger and violence. In this vast world, it plays an extremely domineering music.

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

One sword destroys eight wildernesses, and one sword flattens the four seas.

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

Lin Yun used the sounds of kings and princes to combine the intent of the Tongtian sword, and used the purple jade divine bamboo flute to play the most domineering flute sound he could show.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The evil cultivators who were close to Ye Ziling were blown off their heads under the sound of the flute. One by one, the headless bodies fell down with a bang, and the heads burst out with cold blood mist under the sound of the flute.

Bang!

Xiao Kun broke free in the sword intent storm and smashed many sound waves with one punch. He took several steps to barely stand firm.

"Who?"

The only answerable thing is the cold and ruthless Xiaoyin, and the half-step fourth-grade sword intent, was transformed into twice under the urging of Xiaoyin.

It turned into a Canglong lingering with the magnificent wind and thunder, with dazzling sword light blooming in its eyes. The Canglong pierced through the void with the loud flute sound and hit Xiao Kun in an instant.

Puchi!

He was covered in bruises and vomited blood. After landing, he rolled for several rounds but didn't get up.

Xiao Kun lay on the ground and looked up, and saw a figure slowly falling from the sky. He was wearing a silver shirt, holding a jade flute, wearing a mask on his face, with silver hair up to his waist, and carrying a silver sword box.

A faint silver light was blooming all over his body, as if he was covered with a layer of moonlight, and he was like a silver moon coming to the world.

"Burning Flower Master, he, why did he come..."

Ye Ziling's vision was blurred and she could only see a hazy figure, but she was very familiar with the sound of the flute.

There are so many people in the world who are good at flutes, but there is only one burial flower boy. He is the only one who can have such a charm. She tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't do it anyway. She was angry and anxious.

I just feel that the vitality is constantly disappearing.

I'm going to die... Ye Ziling's thoughts were hazy, without pain or regret, only infinite sadness condensed into bitter flowers in her eyes. In the black fog condensed by death, there was a faint silver light, but my eyes could no longer see it
Chapter completed!