Chapter 407

On the snow, Han Gang of Xuantian Sect, his chest and ribs were broken, and blood continued to rush.

Even though he has a deep cultivation level, he was injured very much under this sword, miserable and embarrassed. If he were an ordinary Xuanwu level ten, he would probably be split in half on the spot with a sword.

His body protects his true energy, and was slashed by the sword light, and it was destroyed like nothing.

Such a terrifying and shocking scene caused a burst of exclamations in the crowd, and the eyes of Lin Yun changed drastically.

As I imagined, the scene of Lin Yun being killed by a punch did not appear.

On the contrary, Han Gang was hit hard on the ground and it was difficult to get up.

How exactly is this done?

Isn’t Lin Yun already disabled himself, and his cultivation level has not improved but retreated. Logically speaking, he should not be Han Gang’s opponent at all, he is a useless person.

When an old man in the crowd said the word "transformation" in a trembling voice, many people woke up like a dream.

"The legendary realm of transformation?"

"No, it's too unreasonable for a useless man to practice sword skills to the realm of transformation."

"Swordsmanship is extraordinary and superb... Ordinary swordsmanship, when he practices to the peak and perfection, he is already in the realm of a world of pride. At a young age, he has actually mastered the realm of transformation."

"It's scary. No wonder, no wonder he can compete with Han Gang at the eighth level of Xuanwu."

The realm of transformation is a legendary realm in the Great Qin Empire. Almost no one has seen it, and even not many people have heard of it.

"court death!"

He shouted that Lin Yun had stopped before, and saw that Lin Yun almost killed Han Gang, he was furious.

Huh!

In the vast wind and snow, a figure broke through the air, and a storm broke out wherever it passed. The terrifying aura, accompanied by a sharp murderous aura, ruthlessly crushed the snowflakes in the air.

He is a powerful man in the half-step purple palace in Shen Ce Camp!

Lin Yun looked up and saw a blood-colored light blooming in the air. It turned into an ancient handprint, containing the murderous intent that almost turned into substance, and slapped him hard.

Bang!

This bloody handprint fell too fast, and Lin Yun used a backhand sword to cut off 80% of the power.

But 20% of the aftermath still fell on him, and he immediately vomited out blood and was shaken away.

If his cultivation level is still at the ninth level of Xuanwu, he may not be so severe, but the current gap in cultivation level is still too big with the half-step purple mansion.

The battle just ended again, and was caught off guard and injured by this palm.

The murderous intent contained in the handprint rushes around his body and wants to cause greater internal injuries.

But as the Zi Yuan Sword Technique was activated, the palm force that rushed in was like mud entering the sea, silently as the sword intent roared.

After taking three steps back, Lin Yun stood firm again.

"Little junior brother!"

Xinyan was shocked in the carriage, her face was horrified, and she wanted to struggle to stand up, but she showed an extremely painful look.

However, it was the eldest prince Qin Yu who had already sealed her cultivation level in advance before the accident happened.

Qin Yu sat upright, with a gloomy expression on his face, and a sneer appeared on his lips. No one knew what he was thinking.

"I'm fine, senior sister, don't worry."

Lin Yun wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and squeezed out a smile on his pale face.

But this smile makes people feel extremely distressed in the cold wind and snow.

"You are not simple if you hit my bloody handprint and you can still laugh."

The person who took action landed on the snow. He was wearing Shenceying military uniform. At his thirties, his eyes were like poisonous snakes and his cheeks were thin, which gave people a very cold feeling.

He spoke slowly, staring at Lin Yun with a venomous gaze.

"It's Han Tianming! The captain of the Dragon Scale Guard..."

"This guy has a good reputation. He is known as the strongest half-step purple mansion. If he doesn't come out of the purple mansion, no one can defeat him."

"Lin Yun suffered a lot of losses. If he didn't cut the sword, he might not have hit the bloody handprint."

Some people in the crowd soon recognized the powerful man from the half-step purple palace. There were many masters in the Shen Ce camp.

"But the eldest prince dared to make trouble at his wedding, and he was injured. Today, you will definitely die, kill him!"

The soldiers' cold-blooded, ruthless and decisive killing were very obvious in Han Tianming. Without giving Lin Yun a chance to vent his breath, he ordered the Shen Ce camp to be dispatched.

The guards in Shence Camp drove their war horses and turned into violent hurricanes and rushed towards Lin Yun.

Rumble!

This time, more than eight dragon scale guards were as simple as this. Hundreds of cavalry rushed over at one time, wearing armor, with a cold expression and a strong expression.

Hundred elites from the Shen Ce Camp cooperate without interruption and abuse

The killing aura merges into one.

The war horses used the formations in the army, and the horses stepped on the flying snow. As they ran, the ground rumbling and the sound was shocking.

A burst of screams sounded, and a deep sense of horror flashed in the eyes of many onlookers.

The elites in the Shence Camp are definitely not the opponents of the top sects, and can even be killed like cutting melons and vegetables.

But once there are hundreds of them, there will be qualitative fission. They practice the same martial arts and the same martial arts. The odds are clear. They practice daily and cooperate without interruption, and there will be almost no flaws, especially when they are head-on.

Not to mention the eighth level of Xuanwu or the tenth level of Xuanwu, it is also a word for death.

Lin Yun's eyes were full of sharp edges, and the flowers were buried in his hand were buzzing continuously, and the sword intent was breathing a sharp cold light.

Seven Xuan Steps, golden crow spreads its wings!

The golden crow seal bloomed behind him, and his body, as the snow fell, rushed forward.

The Seven Profound Steps, the Fantasy of the Movie!

As he was about to approach these hundreds of elites from the Shence Camp, his figure suddenly blurred, and the afterimage overlapped, as if clouds and mists suddenly arose in the mountains.

The hundred elites of the Shen Ce Camp suddenly saw confusion in their eyes, and they were full of murderous intent, but they could not lock in Lin Yun.

In the wind and snow that was like a knife, he could not see clearly for a moment.

"It's there!"

When they discovered Lin Yun again, they were shocked to find that Lin Yun had already rushed to their heads.

kill!

In the air, Lin Yun's eyes condensed, bursting out with endless murderous intent, and the burial flowers were filled with cold light, and the colder than the wind and snow fell, just like Lin Yun's determination at this moment.

The sword connects people's hearts and the hearts are connected.

Like me, like a sword, fearless in life and death!

The trembling sword of Burial Flowers made a loud trembling sound, resounding in all directions, deafening, and many people couldn't hold the weapons in their hands.

Puchi!

The hundred elite soldiers were suddenly in chaos, and Lin Yun fell into it soared up and down. One man and one sword, the blood splattered the rainbow, dyeing the white snow floating in the air red.

In an instant, people were rushing over the ground, and there were no one standing besides Lin Yun.

The hundreds of people in Shen Ce camp died and most of them were injured, almost all of them died.

The eye-catching blood fell on the snow, which made people shocked and moved. But the guards of Shen Ce camp could not. They were warriors who had been through the battlefield and had long been used to killing and only respected military orders.

The cavalry of the Shence Camp in the back row came like the wind and crushed again.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and, under his palm, the Burial Flower Sword rotated for no reason. In the rotation, a storm broke out, and the vast sword momentum continued to accumulate.

The strong wind was blowing heavy snow, dancing around it, and the young man's long hair was booming.

The light of the bright moon!

When the sword power reached its peak, Lin Yun held the hilt of the rotating sword with his back hand, as if a bright moon rose slowly behind him, and with the sword, it turned into a huge sword light.

The purple sword light is like the light of the bright moon, and the moonlight is dazzling, making the wind and snow all over the sky pale.

Bang bang bang!

The cavalry that rushed towards him, under the sword light, all the armor was shattered and all the war horses were killed. The complete formation was in chaos. After falling to the ground, they were in great pain and wailing everywhere.

Bang!

But before Lin Yun could withdraw his sword, he saw a red light flash and Han Tianming appeared in front of him. He raised his hand and printed a palm towards his heart. There was a bloody mark on his palm like a poisonous snake.

ferocious.

Puchi!

In the flash of lightning, Lin Yun avoided the vital points, but he still printed it on his right shoulder with a palm.

A stream of blood splashed out of his right shoulder, and the palm light shook, knocking him away again.
To be continued...