It's like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness. If you don't take action, you'll have to bite the other person to death once you take action.

His expression was ferocious, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "No matter who you are, just die for me!"

Outside the open space, everyone watching the battle

His face changed slightly, and this shocking shot was indeed terrifying. The sharp edge, just by looking from a distance, felt that they all hit him in the face, and the stabbing hurt so much.

A little cold star at the tip of the gun was like a cold night in winter, shining on the fire in the world, dazzling and dazzling.

The disciples and elders of Xiaoyun Sect couldn't help but smile with pleasure on their faces. They seemed to have had the scene of the white-clothed swordsman pierced through the chest by this shot.

The elder of the Youxiaoyun Sect smiled unabated, touched his beard and shook his head slightly.

The Qin family cannot do it, Qin Xu cannot do it, and Tianling City has to rely on their Xiaoyun Sect to support it!

But Lin Yun, who was in such a dangerous situation on the ring, was calm and kicked Qin Xu, who was wailing with a broken arm, away.

It was like a sandbag, ruthlessly kicked out and hit the stone pillar on the edge of the arena.

There was a heavy plop, and a mouthful of blood was spit out from the corner of his mouth, extremely miserable.

Lin Yun, who kicked Qin Xu away, was still calm and composed. He looked like a white elf. His body floated gently, and his leaping was like the most gorgeous dance in the world. He was light and agile, with long sleeves like clouds, and his head was full of black hair like a waterfall.

It usually disperses in the air.

It seemed like a stroll in the garden, but it just avoided the sharpest sharpness of the shot. But no one knew that Lin Yun, who had landed again, had accumulated his peak and perfect innate sword intent in an instant.

An extremely terrifying realm.

It is like a bud in bud, just waiting for the sword to be unsheathed, and it will bloom in the wind!

clang! clang! clang!

The burial flower was roaring. It had been dormant for too long. It felt the hatred and anger in Lin Yun's heart. It wanted to drink blood and kill people.

A gorgeous sword light appeared, and the shocking sword roared everywhere, and the picture on the stage seemed to be still.

Lin Yun's white clothes and long hair that spread like a waterfall were forbidden to move at this moment. Only the sword light followed Ouyang Hao's spear and slashed all the way, silently making the spear like

It kept cracking like bamboo.

What a stunning sword this was, and everyone in the open space was shocked.

The elders and disciples of Xiaoyun Sect were speechless and stunned.

Ouyang Hao, whose ferocious look had not yet disappeared, was completely scared and quickly threw away the spear that had not yet exploded in his hand and retreated wildly.

Can you leave?

Lin Yun held the Burial Flower in his hand and bullied him in front of him, and a faster sword light slashed out.

Puchi!

Blood splattered with flying geese, Ouyang Hao let out a shrill scream like a pig, and his right hand was completely cut out.

But it was far from enough. Lin Yun flashed over like a ghost and stabbed him out with another sword.

clang!

The sword stabbed the opponent's chest, and the true energy was stimulating, and the sword light was scattered. Ouyang Hao's armor exploded and his body was covered with blood. It was covered with extremely ferocious sword marks. He spitted out the blood and flew out fiercely.

Leaving beside Qin Xu, who was struggling to get up.

"Who are you!"

Qin Xu gritted his teeth, paused word by word, and looked coldly at the terrifying white-clothed swordsman in front of him.

He couldn't even think about it when he had offended a swordsman in white, and he had no impression of it at all.

Ouyang Hao was also puzzled by the side.

"Can't you even hear Lin's voice? You two are really forgetful. Maybe in your hearts, Lin Yun has already died."

Lin Yun raised his hand and took off the white faceless mask on his face.

Suddenly, a pale face as a demon and handsome as a god appeared in front of the world. The purple mark was particularly eye-catching, like a fairy dancing ink on the forehead, adding a little extraordinary to the face as handsome as a demon.

The fairy spirit.

Wow!

The entire mountainside of Luoshui Mountain was shocked, and countless uproars sounded.

It's Lin Yun!

This white-clothed swordsman was actually Lin Yun. He was defeated by Chen Ziyu in just one rumor, and the sword slave who had already fallen long ago. Now, he appears alive and once again becomes the nightmare of the leader of Tianling City.

"No! No...this is not true."

Qin Xu and Ouyang Hao's pupils shrank suddenly, and their faces were filled with fear. They were panicked and trembled with fear.

"Go to hell to confess."

The burial flower waved, the sword light was like a rainbow, and two human heads flew into the air.
Chapter completed!