Chapter 382

"Send to death?

Mu Xiuhan and the other two stood side by side, saw Lin Yun who was moving forward in the wind and snow.

A faint sarcasm emanated from the corners of his mouth, and he kept sneering.

But not long after, they couldn't laugh, on the white earth. The young man in blue appeared in his sight with his sword, clearly clearly and clearly approached in the wind and snow, but in the perception of the three

Gradually blurring.

His sword force dispersed quietly like a cloud, floating in a vague manner.

"Absent?"

Suddenly, the young man in green in the snow disappeared from the sight of the three of them.

The faces of the few people changed drastically, they were secretly alert, and their eyes were searching around.

clang!

The sword roared, and a purple sword light appeared out of nowhere and landed behind Bai Yue without warning.

Bai Yue didn't worry about it, and drew his sword out of the sheath, trying to block the sword.

Rumble!

The moment the sword blades were intersecting, the true energy was shaken. Bai Yue was shocked by a sword without any defense. His palm was numb, and he vaguely held the sword in his hand.

"Damn it, what power is this!"

A strange color flashed in Bai Yue's eyes. He had obviously been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu, but in terms of true essence and sword intent, he was better than the other party.

The two are superimposed, and the power of a sword is also created, but it creates a huge gap.

Lin Yun, who shook the other party, did not chase him deeply. He seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around and stabbed him with a sword. The tip of the sword was cold and shining like a little starlight.

The overwhelming cold air surged from the tip of the sword, Jing Jue who was preparing to attack from behind.

It looked like he was taking the initiative and rushing towards the Burial Flower Sword. When the cold light hit, his face changed drastically and he retreated with a bang.

Huh!

Moving a step between the ground, the green mountains were long sleeves like water, and the waves were surging. A sword light slashed from top to bottom, and it was Mu Xiuhan who was sweeping down from mid-air.

But the person was still in the air, but Lin Yun and the majestic sword light from top to bottom were pressed down.

clang!

With the sword on his body, Mu Xiuhan clenched his teeth and blocked the sword with some difficulty.

"Can you stop it?"

Lin Yun looked cold, his sword, like a wave of water rising from the lake, roared and then squirted and fell continuously.

Rush and rub!

While breathing, the sword light like a storm fell toward Mu Xiuhan.

Mu Xiuhan was cut down and only had the power of parry left, and he kept exploding in the continuous sword light.

After the forty-nine swords, Lin Yun suddenly increased the force and slashed Mu Xiuhan with one sword.

He shook his wrist and turned around and stabbed him with a sword.

call out!

The cold light at the tip of the sword was like a star, expanding in Jing Jue's eyes that were roaring. Its fierce flames suddenly silenced, and his face became extremely ugly.

It was this sword again, another turn, and he found his flaw.

What the hell is going on!

But this time, Lin Yun did not give him the chance to leave calmly. The tip of the sword was two inches above his shoulders, and his feet kept approaching forward.

It is impossible to describe Jing Jue's mood at this moment. He was sweating all over, unable to turn around and unable to move forward.

He could only keep retreating, but this sword followed like a shadow. No matter how many pieces he retreated, the distance from the tip of his nose was never more than two inches.

Jing Jue, who was forced into a desperate situation, roared. His right hand holding the knife slashed towards the sword with a thunderous momentum.

clang!

But Lin Yun seemed to have expected it, and as soon as the sword was lifted down, a stream of blood was scratched from Jing Jue's arm.

Amid the screams, Lin Yun took action like lightning, and the Burial Flower Sword kept igniting like a spear.

Jing Jue tried his best to dodge, but he still couldn't avoid it all.

With a sword, he stabbed his chest, and blood splattered, and he was knocked away fiercely.

The golden crow seal behind him shines, Lin Yun spreads his arms, and he runs like lightning of the golden crow.

Go out and soar into the air.

Bang!

The killer moves Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue used each to fall into nothing. They bombarded the ground, and huge lifts out, rocks mixed with snowflakes, bursting wildly.

The light of the bright moon!

Before the two of them could withdraw, they saw a magnificent and domineering sword light falling down mercilessly in the air, like a bright moon burning in the blazing light.

The sword is like the bright moon, and the bright moon is like fire.

This sword light was incredible, and among the many people watching the battle, it slashed on Mu Xiuhan and Bai Yue with incredible eyes.

Puchi!

The two of them had a shattering sword, their body-protecting true energy was crushed, and blood kept splashing out.

"this……"

"impossible!"

The two of them looked extremely shocked and could not believe that they could not even catch Lin Yun with a sword when they joined forces. Not only did they not catch it, but they were even broken in the body protection real energy, leaving several hideous and terrifying scars.

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The other party is just a rising star in the ninth level of Xuanwu. No matter how strong he is, he should not defeat the two of them so easily.

He was not as strong as he was in the secret realm of Demon Lotus, and he was not as strong as so terrifying as he was on the ninth floor of the Treasure Palace.

What exactly did he experience on the tenth floor of the Treasure Palace and produce such a transformation?

"The light of the bright moon is burning like a flame. What level does his Water Moon Sword Technique have to be cultivated to achieve this level?"

"I'm afraid that the peak has been completed. This guy is really terrible..."

"No, not only that, except for the peak of Water Moon Sword Technique, his sword intent is probably already close to the complete innate sword intent."

"It must be like this. The sword intent that is close to the innate, blessed with the peak and perfect Shuiyue Sword Technique, is not an exaggeration to have such power."

During the chaos of the five sects, Lin Yun's sword was a shocking sword, which made many sects watching the battle lit up and shocked.

Shui Wuhen listened to the sect elders' comments, but he shook his head secretly. He felt that these people were right.

But I didn't say the key point...

Lin Yun must have experienced something in the tenth level. His sword was obviously much more confident. His realm and cultivation had not changed, but his inner temperament had undergone a qualitative change.

It is a kind of courage, a kind of indescribable one. Only swordsmen can understand courage.

During the chaos, the people of Jiange who were fighting with the four sects were also surprised to see this scene.

"The bright moon is like fire, this is the highest level of the Shuiyue Sword Technique, and the peak is perfect!"

"Lin Yun has practiced the spirit-level super-grade sword technique to the peak and perfect state. It's incredible."

"Hahaha, what a Lin Yun, it really went beyond my expectations."

"The sky clouds will not disperse, and the sword pavilion will not fall. Everyone, kill with me and strengthen my Lingxiao sword pavilion."

"Strengthen my Lingxiao Jian Pavilion!"

Shocked by Lin Yun's strength, the momentum of Jiange suddenly increased. For a moment, the four sects that joined forces felt deep pressure.

"Damn it, die for me!"

A storm blew the boundless wind and snow, but it was Jing Jue who was forced to retreat. In a rage, he did not care about the injuries on his chest.

The moment Lin Yun slashed out the light of the bright moon and landed, he killed him again.

His sword was extremely accurate.

Regardless of the blood surging in the wound on his chest, he had no idea of ​​suppressing it. He just wanted to wait for Lin Yun to land. He cut it into half from behind. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that he would fail three times.

call out!

But when Lin Yun turned around, the situation suddenly reversed, and Jing Jue had no time to shoot out the knife, and his arrogance disappeared.

It was because Lin Yun's sword hit his forehead.

There was even a drop of blood on the middle of the eyebrows, which was the tip of the sword pierced the skin.
To be continued...