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Chapter 1171: The Swordsman's Strength(2/2)

Bang!

There was a dull loud noise, and Yan Zijing's palm print was on Lin Yun's body, and he was immediately dumbfounded. He felt as if he was bombarded by a large tripod, which was as heavy as a mountain and could not be shaken.

His arm was extremely sore, and the huge force of the shock caused cracks to appear in the ribs of his arm.

"I...I was joking."

Yan Zijing looked extremely embarrassed and wanted to pull his hand back, pretending that nothing happened.

A joke? This joke is not funny at all. Lin Yun raised his head and glanced at the opponent. The blood flame sacred pattern in the Canglong Seal bloomed, and he punched back.

Bang!

Yan Zijing's internal organs were instantly shattered, and a huge hole appeared in his chest. He collapsed on the ground and kept coughing. Blood flowed from his mouth, and the blood was mixed with many internal organs.

Before he could raise his head, Lin Yun stepped on his head with another kick.

The floor exploded instantly, and the entire head was inserted into it, and the body could no longer move. The remaining people in the private room were all trembling, as if they were watching a demon.

Lin Yun strode away without staying here for a moment.
Chapter completed!
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