roar!

It was like invisible dragons, constantly circling around, and pulled them directly without waiting for him to react.

"Get over!"

Lin Yun grabbed his five fingers, and bang, the Holy Lord Wuhuan, who was hundreds of meters away, seemed to be grabbed by the void and was pulled over immediately.

"Let me go!"

The Holy Lord Wuhuan struggled hard, but it was still useless. Lin Yun's five fingers directly grabbed his neck like dragon claws, and then threw it out casually.

Puchi!

Blood scattered in the holes in the neck, and the Holy Lord of the Maharaja lying on the ground was flapping like a dead fish.

At this moment, all the hundreds of sword lights swung by the Saint Ziying rushed to Lin Yun.

"A little trick!"

Lin Yun pushed his hands away from each other, and bang, his Qingshang Holy Clothes was crazily encouraging him.

Only a buzzing sound could be heard, hundreds of rays of sword light were imprisoned by the sword intent, and Lin Yun's cold gaze could not move and could not move forward.

"this……"

The Ziying Saint Lord, who was behind the sword, looked up and his face froze as he looked at each other.

Lin Yun raised a smile on his lips, and he moved in a flash, passing through the sword light, and came to the front of the Saint of Ziying in his breath.

Swish swish swish swish!

Ziying Saint Lord swung more than ninety swords in one breath, but without exception, none of them hit Lin Yun.

Bang!

As soon as Lin Yun made a move, he shattered his Holy Yuan Gangqi. His palm print was sunken on his chest, his body was curved like a bow, and he flew backwards for thousands of meters in an instant.

With just one encounter, the so-called three great saints will not know life or death, and they will all be defeated.

This scene shocked the entire battle situation on the spot, and all the people from the Nine Sects and Nine Saints were stunned.

"Die for me!"

suddenly---

A loud shout broke the silence.

A fifth-level saint elder of the Mingzong dynasty came into the sky, with the sun and moon hanging over his head, and then he kicked it.

Rumbled, this kick came into the air, the ground burst layer by layer, and the void kept shattering like a mirror.

Lin Yun was not surprised when he changed, and the Sun-Chasing Divine Art was activated, and his body kept floating backwards without taking over this leg.

"You can run away!"

This elder has the cultivation level of a fifth-level holy king. The fifth-level holy king is a return realm beyond the spiritual sea. He can combine many great ways into one and turn them into a holy seal in the spiritual sea.

Without leaving any remaining strength, each punch and kick had great power. Lin Yun was suddenly attacked and could only avoid his sharp edge.

He took action one after another, the sun and the moon rotated, and the sky and the earth changed color, and he gained a great advantage in one go.

"You kid are so cruel. If you don't abandon you today, you will definitely be the devil who will harm the world in the future!"

He looked at the severely injured Saint Lord Ziying, the Saint Lord Shuntian, who had lost his life, and the Saint Lord Wuhuan, whose vitality was passing wildly, with a gloomy face that was extremely terrifying.

Swish!

Others were in the air, and eighteen palm lights burst out in succession. Each palm light fell like a mountain, covering the sky and the sun, and the sound was terrifying.

Lin Yun's eyes changed. Faced with such a terrifying palm light, he did not choose to resist it. He just secretly activated the two sword scriptures to continuously accumulate the holy essence in the purple palace.

Bang bang bang bang!

Every time he took a step back, his palm light fell like a mountain, and the dust on the ground stormed, and the cracks stretched for dozens of miles.

When the eighteen palm lights fell, there were already eighteen mountains, blocking all the way Lin Yun went.

"snort!"

Seeing that the goal was achieved, the fifth-level saint of Mingzong immediately approached and directly killed Lin Yun, trying to kill Lin Yun with a palm.

"Break me!"

But Lin Yun seemed to have expected it, and suddenly he looked up, his body surging, and the sharpness between his eyebrows roared like a sword.

Eighteen mountains blocked the way, and the fifth-level saint king killed him. He didn't care at all, standing between the heaven and earth like a peerless sword.

"This is?"

Liu Yunlan, who had been observing secretly, jumped up in his heart. He felt a terrible aura surging wildly on Lin Yun.

clang!

Only a sound of sword burst out from Lin Yun's body, and a vast holy light burst out from Lin Yun's body.

Amid the shocked gazes of the elders of the Holy Realm, the young man burst into a holy light, like a fairy flower blooming.

With a bang, eighteen mountains around shattered thunderously.

I saw him rising up, his long hair flying, and his handsome face was indescribably elegant.

He smiled and smiled like an immortal. He saw him showing off his unruly face, and met the fifth-level saint who was slaughtering, and laughed wildly: "Who is not a saint, hahahaha!"
Chapter completed!