The sky was completely opened, and a bloody sunset, guided by Lin Yun's holy sword, hit Wang Ziyue's head.

Wang Ziyue took a breath and quickly sheathed his sword and stepped back.

Bang!

The remaining fire pythons on the ground were blown to pieces with bloody flesh, and chunks of flesh spattered out.

Those living pieces of dragon flesh fell outside the battle platform and immediately turned into flames and burned into ashes.

Boom!

On the battlefield, Lin Yun fired three swords in a row, as if a god had descended.

The sword force that fell to the bottom of the valley surged upwards, overtaking the Fentian sword force in one fell swoop.

But it’s not over yet!

"The waning moon."

Lin Yun gave a soft drink, he danced lightly on the spot, and a waning moon rose into the sky.

Immediately, the funeral flower flicked lightly, and the waning moon bounced out like a water balloon, and the moonlight sprinkled all the way like splashing waves.

"Firefly Divine Sword!"

"My God, what sword is this for?"

"This guy is crazy!"

Many of the inner disciples were still a little confused and didn't know what was happening. The disciples of the Holy Tradition below all stood up suddenly.

His eyes were full of shock. In the realm of Death Mystery, he had mastered the entire four-sword Yinghuo Divine Sword.

How is this possible?

But it wasn't over yet. In the flat ground, a strong wind suddenly rose around Lin Yun, and incredibly white snowflakes flew out from his sword.

The fifth sword of the Firefly Divine Sword, the Snow of Tianshan Mountain!

Click, click, click!

After this strike, Wang Ziyue's Burning Heaven Sword suddenly collapsed and could no longer hold up.

The flames were drowned by snowflakes, and Wang Ziyue was forced down, swinging the sword in his hand.

But every time he swung the sword, the man took a step back, his face looking extremely labored.

In terms of swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed.

"The fifth sword!"

On the Tiandao Altar, a group of holy realm elders opened their holy eyes one after another, and gorgeous light burst out from each pair of holy eyes.

Deep down, everyone seemed extremely shocked.

The Yinghuo Divine Sword is collected in all the holy places in the world. There may be a person who can master the six swords in the realm of death.

Looking at the entire Kunlun, no matter whether there are good or evil, no matter what clan's leader, even if we push it forward for another five hundred years, there will never be more than ten people.

"Our Tiandao Sect is about to produce another Sword Master!"

An elder from the Holy Realm had a sigh with emotion on his face.

But is this the end?

Not really!

Under the boundless wind and snow, Lin Yun donned a green holy robe, looked back and struck out with his sword again.

Her long hair danced wildly in the snow, her clothes danced with the sword, and a silver sword light flew out like a shooting star.
Chapter completed!