"Fire Tree Silver Flower!"

Then this sword Yuwei, Lin Yun's counterattack officially started.

Lin Yun's body was fused with a flame god tree. He held a funeral flower, stepped into the void, and between the rotation, showing thousands of figures.

There are silver flowers blooming above the fire tree, thousands of people, thousands of silver flowers, thousands of sword light, and at the same time bloom.

boom!

There is a very beautiful scene on the Tibetan sword lake, the staggered figure, the dense sword light, and the flawless silver flower, forming a majestic sword air whirlwind.

The spark was crackling, trapped Zhao Wuji in it, and let him be performed.

Zhao Wuji sank, he had no other way, he could only be forced to sacrifice his star.

The black magic lotus, a black monk on the top of Magic Lotus, with blood red eyes, as terrible as an ancient magic god.

"Black lotus destroy the world!"

After he shattered the silver flower of the fire tree with the power of the star phase, he showed his own trick.

There are thirteen swords in the Black Yudian Sword. This sword is already the strongest sword he can master.

"Not enough."

Lin Yun's wrist shook, gathered the shattered silver flowers, snorted, and the funeral flower turned in his hands.

Thousands of silver flowers, directly gathered into a silver fire dragon, killed the past in the rapid rotation.

Bang!

The horrible vision collided, and the two figures were staggered, and their respective swords collided with each other.

The many leaders of the sword alliance in the distance are completely unclear, and they can only see the two magnificent and vast visions in the violent impact.

Booming, the lake surface rises a layer of waves.

The sound of the Buddha was angry and made a sorrow, making everyone's hearts sink.

This time, it was quite equivalent to fighting.

On the viewing table, the exclaiming sound is more than continuous.

"My God, these two people are too strong. With their strength, the people of Nirvana are afraid that they can't stop a trick."

"Only half saints can hold them."

"I don't think it is necessary. Both of them have rumors of killing the Half Saints. Whether Zhao Wou -ki or the night of the sky, they will become the hegemon of the world in the future."

"Both of them may become the title sword saint!"

At this point, the two have forgotten other grievances, and they are immersed in such amazing fights.

If it is not a famous sword conference, they will not be able to see such peerless geniuses in their lives.

!!

After Mars splashed, after the two played again, each fell on a statue of a fierce beast.

Lin Yun's palm appeared in the palm of silk, and blood dropped down the sword body.

Zhao Wou -ki was the same. He even sacrificed the stars, and his palm cracked several gaps.

In the strong impact, as long as the two sages are slightly weaker, the body must be torn into fragments.

Zhao Wou -ki held his horn and held his hoe. He met the strongest opponent since his debut.

He stared at Lin Yun in the distance, and there was no fear in his eyes, but he burst into powerful war.

"kill!"

Zhao Wou -ki held his sword in front of him, and his left finger was together, sticking to the sword on the sword body.

The water on the Tibetan sword lake surges.

Oh!

A drop of holy water spirit gold penetrates from the lake, and then continues to gather towards Zhao Wuji.

After a while, there will be thousands of holy water spirit gold rotating.

"Extinction!"

Zhao Wou -ki controls the flames of the ice attribute. When he spit out this word, tens of thousands of holy water spirit gold burn at the same time.

Seeing this scene, the leaders of the Sword League were shocked.

A drop of Shengshui Lingjin can have a human life, but Zhao Wou -ki can control tens of thousands of drops. Each drop is comparable to a flame sacred sword.

When the fingers scratched the sword tip, the blood splashed, and Zhao Wou -ki stretched out his hand.

boom!

Tens of thousands of sanctuary splins into the pouring rain, covering the space where Lin Yun is located.

His!

The black water droplets seem to ignite the void, as long as a drop can be easily hit.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and then the burial flowers waved fiercely.

Bang!

The nine water tornado directly rises on the Tibetan sword lake, and each water tornado is as high as 100 feet, and it is still rising.

The dumpling sword rain collided with this water tornado, and a series of impacts made the ground trembling crazy.

The space where the two are in are as terrible as the end of the world.

"Drive the lightning and electricity!"

Lin Yun flew out directly, bombarded, and a sound of thunder sounded in the heavens and the earth.

He turned into shock, countless lightnings fell down, and went towards the funeral flowers.

After a while, I gathered the horror swords like the world.

Is it the Emperor Fireflies?

Zhao Wuji was shocked. Unexpectedly, Lin Yun still had no killing.

This is the fireflies sword that enters the holy roll. How could he master the five swords, and each sword approached the realm.

Puff!

Even though he dodged in advance, he was stabbed by this sword, and his black robe immediately burst.

There are several more stuns on the chest, and blood flows out of it like spring water.

He avoided the key, but this sword is extremely powerful, and the wound is visible.

Mixed with the Xinghe sword of the world, entering the opponent's body, making him look pale, painful to grin.

Fortunately, he retired quickly enough, otherwise this sword was enough to split him in half.

With a blow, Lin Yunfu shaken, and did not give the other party any breath.

He stood in the void, funeral fingers fingered in the sky, and all the Baili Sky in the moment ignited all.

The flames of the sword condensed, covering the sky, Lin Yun, which is reflected in the fire, is as terrible as the gods.

Boom!

It's terrible, the sword Wei on his body can no longer be described as a word.

On top of the lake, Zhao Wuji moved with waves, and even the heels could not be done.

"This ... how is it possible!"

Zhao Wuji was dumbfounded. His scalp was numb and looked at Lin Yun standing in the air.

It's the Holy Sword of Fireflies!

"Burning the sky!"

"Absolutely burn the sky, how is this possible, six swords!"

Everyone on the viewing table stood up in shock, and looked up at it involuntarily.

Lin Yun, who stands in the void and welcomes the wind, seems to be high with the sky, and the people who watch are dizzy.

"I admit defeat!"

Without waiting for this sword to fall, Zhao Wou -ki couldn't help much, and he shouted directly.

But this sword has become a great trend, and even if Lin Yun wants to collect it, he has to deviate from the angle to a sword.

Thousands of flames burned the sky, and endless anger rushed with the funeral flowers. The unpredictable Tianwei seemed to be out of control.

Bang!

The sword light flickered, and the vast and boundless Tibetan sword lake was cut into half in half. The left and right lakes rushed towards the bottom.

Zhao Wou -ki himself was directly shocked out. In the face of this magnificent sword, he seemed to be able to attract people's attention at all.
Chapter completed!