Lin Yun was suppressing the flames in his right hand. When he saw the opponent approaching, he immediately raised his eyes and glared at him.

The eyes of the divine dragon, the sun and the moon look back.

The glance back that had blasted Huang Xuanyi reappeared, but Luo Yuan was already on guard and poured dragon essence into his eyes.

But even so, he was still knocked back by the sudden power of the divine dragon.

Lin Yun saw that the flame in his right hand was burning, so he simply stopped caring about it and stretched out his hand.

Whoosh!

The White Dragon Holy Sword inserted in the distance shook a few times and jumped out like a flying dragon.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held it tightly with five fingers. The chill from the white holy sword instantly extinguished the flame.

This chill made Lin Yun feel extremely comfortable all over his body. It was really a Xingyao Sacred Sword.

Seeing Lin Yun holding the White Dragon Holy Sword, Luo Yuan suddenly became anxious. He had tried his best to get the Burial Flower Sword away, but how could he let Lin Yun pull out the White Dragon Holy Sword as he wished?

Lin Yun smiled, turned around, looked into the distance and said: "Ye Ziling, take the sword!"

Whoosh!

The sword struck across the sky like a thunderous giant striking the sun, and appeared in front of Ye Ziling at just the right moment.

Ye Ziling stretched out her hand and grasped it, huffing, the scabbard flew into the distance, and the sword appeared in her right hand.

Boom!

The shadow of the dragon surrounding her

, immediately became solid and clear, turning into a flawless white dragon.

"not good!"

Xuantian Sect's top two heroes, Liu Yu and Bai Kuang, immediately felt a great pressure, and Ye Ziling's sword power skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Seek death!"

Seeing Lin Yun throw the sword out and bully Luo Yuan in front of him, he roared angrily, and the blood in his body boiled like a sea of ​​fire.

Thump thump!

His heart was beating wildly, and his steps were like a burning giant furnace, with three dragon veins looming. Under this near-crazy blood energy, people felt an instinctive fear, and the blood energy was suppressed as if it had solidified.

There is no way, this is the advantage of strengthening the blood energy of the third level of Dragon Vein, even the Blue Dragon Holy Heaven Art cannot compete with it.

The divine sky transforms into the underworld!

Bang bang bang!

The moment Lin Yun activated the Shenxiao Sword Technique, Luo Yuan's fist shadow came like a violent storm. Every punch made Lin Yun groan and step back.

After dozens of punches, Lin Yun was unable to retreat and was forced into a desperate situation.

But the Nether Flower behind him finally fully bloomed. Its twenty-four petals held up a black sky, making Lin Yun, who was wearing a green shirt, look particularly cold.

"Yaoguang disciple, kneel down for me!"

Luo Yuan went berserk and struck out with another heavy punch, roaring like a flaming dragon.

In the desperate situation, the Dragon Yuan Hai in the Dragon Phoenix Cauldron rose up from the sea. With a boom, Lin Yun's eyes were filled with blood. A destructive power rushed into the cauldron and filled his body. The ancient power of chaos was running wildly in his body.

Lin Yun calmed down, and the Tianlong imprinted on the Dragon-Phoenix Cauldron was activated. He raised his hand and punched out.

Netherworld Palm Dragon Phoenix!

Bang!

The two fists collided, and Luo Yuan, who had always had the upper hand, was directly blasted hundreds of meters away.

Lin Yun stood where he was, not moving at all.

"How is it possible..."

Luo Yuan spat out blood and looked at Lin Yun in disbelief.

Although he was entering the third level of Dragon Vein for the first time, he could not suppress Lin Yun who was entering the Dragon Vein for the first time.

Especially since the opponent didn't have a sword in his hand, endless unwillingness spread in his heart. Luo Yuan roared: "Great Flame Dragon Fist!"

It was this move again, the killing move that had defeated the three masters before, appeared in front of everyone again.

Everyone looked stern and felt great pressure. They could clearly see that there was a primitive holy pattern condensing in Luo Yuan's palm.

It is the Flame Dragon Sacred Mark!

The will of fire is blessed with the Flame Dragon Sacred Pattern, which evolves ghost-level high-grade martial arts. Once this punch is released, the gods and ghosts are invincible.

Whoosh!

But no one expected that Lin Yun, who knocked back his opponent with one punch, took a step forward and took the lead in launching the offensive.

He flew up, and while he was in the air, every meridian, every ray of blood, every inch of muscle, every dragon pattern, and even the sword intention deep between his brows, all rushed towards his arms.

All the strength in Lin Yun's body was concentrated in his hands, and then his ten fingers kept changing.

Boom!

With every change, Lin Yun's blood energy was depleted, transforming into waves of majestic dragon power that kept superimposing on him.

When the dragon's power was superimposed ten times, Lin Yun put his hands together, and an extremely mysterious mark appeared in his palms.

The next moment, Lin Yun's eyes turned golden, and a fierce and domineering ultimate dragon power was released in his palms.

The supreme dragon seal, the flying dragon!

One hundred phantoms of the divine dragon flew out of his body. The phantom of the divine dragon merged with the power of heaven. Lin Yun held the Supreme Dragon Seal in his hand and punched out.

Bang!

Luo Yuan's right hand exploded into a ball of blood mist when he punched, and the small moon wheel behind him shattered with a click.

Phew!

Luo Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out. His right hand was directly blown away, and he was completely stunned.

The whole place was silent, deathly silent.

Even the Holy Lord of Tianchi was stunned for a long time. His scalp felt numb and he looked at Lin Yun in shock.

thump!

On the other side, holding the White Dragon Holy Sword, Ye Ziling stabbed with his sword. Bai Kuang and Liu Yu each had a hole punched out. After they knelt on the ground, the power of the sword immediately fell, and they were unable to get up.

Lin Yun raised his head and happened to catch Ye Ziling's gaze. The two looked at each other and smiled.
Chapter completed!