"Little beast, I will bear with you for a long time!"

Seeing Su Ziyao leaving, Wang Ning shrank back in fear and his anger doubled.

Without warning, he drew his sword and killed Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's heart sank and his face turned cold.

Gathering swords becomes a trend!

The Flower Burial Sword was in his palm, leaning on the ground and spinning rapidly.

The strong internal energy in the body poured into the sword crazily, and for a moment, a strong wind rose.

Lin Yun's body erupted with terrifying sword power. The moment he turned around, he stabbed out the sword.

clang!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, he saw the scabbard of the Flower Burial Sword hitting Wang Ning's chest with lightning speed.

Poof!

Wang Ning's chest ribs were all broken, his internal organs exploded, his facial features were twisted in pain, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood.

The whole person was knocked away violently, and it was terrible to see.

"Senior Brother Wang!"

The inner disciples, who were usually on good terms with Wang Ning and only followed his lead, were shocked.

"Little sword slave, you are so arrogant!"

The six inner disciples, frightened and angry, shot at Lin Yun at the same time and soared into the air.

Recall the light and leave a photo!

Lin Yun's expression turned cold, and the scabbard flew out, revealing the sword body that looked like an autumn lady.

Taking advantage of the momentum of the gathered swords, which had not yet dissipated, the swords rose across the sky, and people danced with the swords. In one breath, eight afterimages were left in the air, as fast as lightning flashes.

When he landed, he struck out with his backhand sword. The sword was in perfect shape and it was still in the scabbard in the air.

thump!

The six disciples screamed in agony, and the sword wounds on their bodies were like splashes of blood, like six blooming blood flowers.

Looking up, Wang Ning, who fell to the ground in the distance, was so frightened that he kept moving back.

Lin Yun snorted coldly and was too lazy to care about him.

He turned around and left the organ hall quickly. Disciples from all directions gave way one after another, not daring to take the lead.

As soon as he left the gate of the organ hall, Lin Yun saw a pool of blood on the steps.

He knelt down and stretched out his hand.

The blood was not dry yet, and there was a hint of cold air.

It seemed that not long ago, someone was holding the door and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Su Ziyao!

Lin Yun's heart skipped a beat, and his face showed a complex look that he had never seen before.
Chapter completed!