The half-saint of Chanfeng cursed and had to retreat.

After more than ten moves of attacking and defending each other, the holy swords of both sides slashed together, sparks splashed everywhere, and loud bangs like thunder.

Bang!

The force used by the two was too great, and the sword in their hands was knocked out at the same time.

"Light of the Holy Soul!"

The half-saint of Zen Peak's eyes lit up. He seized the opportunity and clenched his palms with his hands.

Buzz!

His holy soul activated, and the spiritual energy in the world gathered wildly, and a light exploded from his eyebrows, and then covered his body a hundred feet long.

Within a hundred feet, he was the king of this world. From Lin Yun's perspective, the world was pitch black, and only the half-saint of Zen Peak shone brightly.

Kick!

At the same time, his body felt a lot of pressure and cracks appeared in his bones.

"See how you die!"

In the distance, the Gangfeng Saint's brow occupied by wrinkles flashed with a cold purple and gritted teeth.

Everyone gasped. The most powerful thing about the Tianyuan half-saint in the Holy Soul Realm was that they condensed the Holy Soul.

The existence of the light of the holy soul is similar to the realm, but it can actually be called a fake realm. After reaching the holy realm, it can transform into a holy realm.

"Ye Qingtian, what else do you have to say?" The half-saint of Chanfeng said coldly.

Lin Yun smiled bitterly and said, "What do I have to say? Didn't I say that I can make it happen within three moves? You have even released the light of the Holy Soul, have I made it happen?"

"I don't know what's wrong."

Seeing that Lin Yun was still stubborn, the half-saint of Chan Peak immediately increased the mobilization of the holy energy, and wanted the other party to be completely speechless.

"You have been suppressed by my holy soul. Even if you are the Canglong Divine Body, you cannot sacrifice it now, let alone you have no sword in your hand... Why are you stubborn, little bastard!"

The half-saint of Chanfeng gritted his teeth and his eyes were full of anger.

He was very unhappy. The Tianyuan Half Saint, who was in the Holy Soul Realm, was going to fight to this point when dealing with a little guy in the Ziyuan Realm.

Even if you win today, it is extremely embarrassing.

Only when the other party lets the other party show his true identity can the world forget this matter and save face.

Lin Yun's expression had not changed. What the other party said was true. After being taken advantage of, the Canglong Divine Body could not be sacrificed.

His body was being squeezed all the time, and his meridians were almost twisted.

"Ye Qingtian, don't pretend. If you hold on for another half a minute, your whole body will burst and die. Hurry up and show your true body to let the world know your true face. I don't want to kill you." The half-saint of Chan Peak said coldly.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with an obliteration and said in a cold voice: "You are so interesting, as if you are talking about the burial flower lord, you can't see anyone. Besides... who told you that I can't hold on!"

boom!

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Yun sacrificed the Canglong Sword Heart, and the silver sword light spread out instantly. There was a trace of light between the sky and the earth, and the Canglong Sword Heart from Lin Yun.

Click!

The light of the holy soul cracked open, and the huge pressure suddenly disappeared. Lin Yun made a backhand move, and the burial flower turned into flowing light and flew away.

The half-saint of Chanfeng was shocked and quickly reached out and summoned his holy sword.

The two of them moved very quickly. The moment they held the hilt of the sword, they rushed towards each other like lightning.

This is a life-threatening move. When we meet on a narrow road, it depends on who is more cruel to him and who dares to fight for his life.

It has nothing to do with cultivation or strength. It depends on who is the real sword cultivator and who has the true heart toward the sword.

The half-saint of Chan Peak subconsciously timidly for a moment, and Lin Yun moved forward without fear of life and death.

Too fast!

I saw the afterimage overlapping, the sword light rose and fell, and blood splattered.

Lin Yun was fluttering in white clothes, holding a burial flower in his hand, standing in the void: "The burial flower dude has never been invisible to anyone. We are all sword cultivators. As long as we have a sword in our hand, everyone is a burial flower dude."

The half-saint of Chanfeng covered his neck and looked at Lin Yun in shock, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you!"

"Didn't I say it? As long as you have a sword in your hand, everyone is a burying flower dam. I am a burying flower dam, and I am also a burying flower dam."

Lin Yun looked up and took his sword back to the sheath the moment he finished speaking.

Puchi!
Chapter completed!