sword!

Lin Yun quickly thought of it, and immediately pulled out the funeral flower, and the drill of the floating clouds thirteen swords.

One after another out of its body, after a while, thirteen greens flew out.

When the Qingyu condensed the green mange sword and sacrificed the sword to return to the Zong, Lin Yun shot at the top of the stone monument.

Boom!

The stele shakes, and the characters appear one by one, reflecting on Lin Yun's pupils.

"Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords!"

Lin Yun's eyes were lighted up. This was the sword tactics of the thirteen swords of the clouds. In the past, he could only master himself and could not teach others.

At present, I finally saw the record, when I remember it in my heart, no ... this is the sword tactics after completion, which is a bit different from what I practiced before.

Regardless, write down first.

After the characters appeared, the stele suddenly entered the ground and had not responded. The ground under Lin Yun's feet opened his mouth like a beast.

Lin Yun's figure flashed, and she hugged Xiaobingfeng in her arms.

The wind whistled from his ear, Lin Yun hugged Xiao Bingfeng, his body fell crazy.

With the decline of the body, Lin Yunfang discovered that the Holy Sword Peak really had a hole in the sky, and the internal space was staggering.

I don't know how long it has passed, Lin Yun's face changed slightly, and he found that there was a familiar cold and cold.

In the cold cold air flow, a kind of evil magic evil is covered, and it is condensed into a cloud group and accumulated below.

"Magic?"

Lin Yun frowned slightly, this is not the magic of the demon warrior.

It is the kind of magic that is extremely evil and is not compatible with all things in heaven and earth. He has insights in all kinds of ancient relics.

"Be careful, this is the abyss magic. If it invades the body, even the soul is corroded." Xiao Bingfeng reminded in Lin Yunhuai.

"What to do now?"

Lin Yun opened the Jinwu Shengyi, hovering in the air, and did not let the body fall into the magic cloud.

In the past, most of the devils were thinner and years old. Although it was still afraid, it could not hurt Lin Yun.

Like this magic condensed into a cloud, he stacked layer by layer. He still encountered it for the first time.

Not sure, can Shenxiao sword be blocked.

"Come on the emperor."

Xiao Bingfeng was in Lin Yun's arms.

call!

Golden Shenyan was sprayed out of its small mouth. After those magic clouds encountered it, they were immediately dispelled and melted.

"Hurry up, the emperor's Shenyan has not recovered, and these magic clouds will soon recover." Xiao Bingfeng said in Lin Yunhuai, saying nervously.

Sure enough, those magic clouds that have been eliminated are combined together at a very fast speed.

Lin Yun didn't dare to neglect. He wrapped the two in the wing of Jinwu, and tied it in like an arrow.

Half an hour later, Lin Yun opened his wings, and his face showed a painful color. Jinwu's wings were stained with a lot of magic. The permeable holy light appeared well.

call!

Xiao Bingfeng drilled out of his arms, his expression was soft, and he spit out several sips of divine inflammation.

"No pain."

Waiting for the magic to dispel the magic, she looked up at the face of the other person in Lin Yunhuai, and said softly.

The two were too close. She moved like this, too intimate, and a little ambiguous.

This is not good ...

Lin Yun nodded slightly, loosen her, and looked forward: "There is a altar there."

"Look at it in the past, the emperor feels that the Supreme God's pattern is very close."
Chapter completed!