"Divine Light Sword Intent!"

Tianmu Shengjun's expression changed dramatically, and he naturally recognized what sword intention this was.

It's not a half-step of divine light, but a complete divine light sword intent. And he hasn't just started, but he has already achieved some success and has a completely stable divine light sword intent.

This is incredible!

Divine Light Sword Intent, seventh-grade divine light, the Sword Intent that many saints could not master even when they were hundreds or even thousands of years old, was actually mastered by a junior.

The most important thing is!

In the Kunlun world, only those who have mastered the seventh-grade sword intention are qualified to be called sword masters, otherwise they are just saints who use swords.

Although Saint Lords are rare in the vast Eastern Wasteland, there are probably two thousand or even three thousand Saint Lords in total.

In the Ancient Wasteland alone, there are eight super sects and ten saints, as well as the Evil Sea in the Heaven Realm, the six Holy Lands in the Eastern Wasteland, and the Nine Sects and Nine Saints and other lesser forces.

Although the holy path is difficult, as long as there are sufficient resources and the longevity of the holy kings is long and difficult to fall, the number of holy kings will definitely increase.

The six holy places alone have tens of thousands of years of accumulation, and each holy place has at least hundreds of powerful saints.

But there are not many sword masters!

They became saints with swords, mastered the seventh-grade sword intention, possessed the domain of swordsmanship, and were unparalleled in sharpness. At the same level, they were almost synonymous with invincibility.

Cross-border combat is a no-brainer. Without him, he is just a swordsman.

Now Lin Yun is such a young swordsman. He is only twenty-seven or eighty-years-old and has not even reached thirty years old.

What an exaggeration!

Tianmu Shengjun's mind was buzzing, his whole body was numb, and he retreated almost instinctively.

Who dares to get so close to a sword master without preparation?

Even if he is a sixth-level holy king, he may fall.

"A little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind, break!"

Lin Yun's long hair danced wildly, golden light surged in his eyes, divine light and sword light shot into the sky, and the thirty-six-day sky collapsed.

Click, click, click!

When he waved his sword light, Tianmu Shengjun's golden elixir realm collapsed, and all kinds of pressure disappeared.

"Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder Holy Prison Formation!"

But Tianmu Shengjun's counterattack also came. He retreated to a safe place and raised his right hand to the sky.

Boom!

The spiritual array he arranged on the sky then appeared. The sacred lines were hundreds of miles long. They were crisscrossed to form an ancient holy array.

The palms he raised toward the sky erupted into dazzling thunder pillars, which soared into the sky and reached the formation nodes.

boom!

The next moment, the formation was completely activated, rolling down with the power of heaven, and the Holy Lord Tianmu stood in the void as terrifying as a god.

Under such a huge momentum, Lin Yun's Divine Light Sword Intention seemed a bit insignificant and was suppressed little by little.

"So what about divine light? If you don't master the sword domain, you will still be an ant in my eyes!"

Tianmu Shengjun calmed down, with a sly look in his eyes.

The Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder Holy Prison Array rumbled down, suppressing everything with its absolutely majestic power. At the same time, one after another tribulation thunder fell.

Clang Clang Clang!

Lin Yun waved his sword light, and Burial Flower and Tribulation Thunder touched each other, dazzling sparks burst out, and there was a crisp sound like Kunlun jade breaking.

From a distance, it looks like a young man in green, fighting against the might of Heaven with a sword.

The scene was so shocking that those who saw it were speechless.

Lin Yun exerted his swordsmanship to the extreme. Although his body continued to fall, his grace remained intact.

"Let's see how long you can be so powerful."

The Holy Lord Tianmu didn't panic at all when he saw this. He turned his hand and waved a battle flag, with the ancient golden crow imprinted on it.

This Golden Crow is different from other Golden Crows. It is always purple and burns with terrifying purple thunder flames.

Boom!

As the battle flag waved, the power of the Eight Desolate Heavenly Thunder Holy Prison Formation surged wildly, constantly suppressing Lin Yun's sword power.

Not only that, there were also thunder demons wearing armors emerging from the formation, and they continued to attack Lin Yun.

"Now!"

Holy Lord Tianmu activated the golden elixir, and his long hair burst out. The shadow of the golden elixir appeared again, and came to the formation in a flash.

Hoo ho ho!

The Golden Crow battle flag was waving, carrying the power of the thunder formation, constantly forcing Lin Yun back.

"Young Master Burial Flower, isn't your sword very sharp? Why can't you break my Heavenly Thunder Holy Prison Formation!"

Tianmu Shengjun was very flamboyant. He fell into the formation, but did not get close to Lin Yun.

Only the battle flag was used to control the thunder array, and then the thunder demons rushed towards him one after another, entangled Lin Yun in the array, and continuously attacked and consumed Lin Yun's sword power.

Lin Yun had no time to reply, as the speed of his attack was so fast that it was dizzying.

Swish, swish, swish!

The sword light was shining vertically and horizontally, and he guarded it without leakage. Many times, he even blocked many catastrophic thunders in advance like a prophet.

"Young Master Burian, do you, a majestic swordsman, only dare to be a coward? You don't dare, or you can't break my formation!"

Seeing that Lin Yun was not confused at all, Tianmu Shengjun suddenly became a little anxious and started to speak provocatively, trying to disturb Lin Yun's state of mind.

"As you wish..."

Lin Yun flicked his wrist and blocked several waves of thunder. Countless afterimages overlapped, revealing a clear body. He stood there and looked at it coldly.

"Hahaha, you should come!"

The Holy Lord Tianmu was overjoyed when he saw this. He was not afraid of Lin Yun rushing over to attack him. The Heavenly Thunder Holy Prison Formation was full of murderous intent. The laws of the formation would change as soon as the formation was moved, and thunder tribulations would continue to accumulate.

He was afraid that Lin Yungui would stay where he was, so that the power of the formation would not be maximized, and he would be the one who would suffer in the long run.

Click, click, click!

But his smile soon froze, and Lin Yunren turned around on the spot, and thirty-six afterimages flew out of his body.

The sky and the earth were only black and white for an instant, like an ink painting, and the thirty-six afterimages were like thirty-six strokes.

Lin Yunru wrote like a saint, using ink and ink vertically and horizontally to outline an ancient and huge sky character.

"Thirty-six days!"

When the Tianzi condensed, Lin Yun swung out his sword.

Bang!

All the nodes of the Heavenly Thunder Holy Prison Formation were destroyed one by one by the sword light, and the huge holy formation collapsed like an iceberg.

Lin Yun seemed to be defensive before, but he was meticulous and always looking for flaws in the formation.

By the time he took action, he already knew everything.

"Land seventy-two!"

The moment the Tianzi fell, Lin Yun leaned closer and stabbed out with sword light continuously.

Every time the sword is thrust out, the gravity on the ground doubles.

At first, Tianmu Shengjun could still encourage his defense, but gradually he couldn't hold it any longer.

Phew!

After a while, his body was covered in blood and it was too miserable to look at.

"Heaven and earth are of one mind!"

As Lin Yun's figure changed, the words "Heaven and Earth" kept rotating around him. Every time he rotated, hundreds of sword lights would pierce out.

Click, click, click!

Soon, a crack will be torn out in the golden elixir shadow of Holy Lord Tianmu.

"Sage Tianmu, let me help!"

Just when his golden elixir shadow was about to be torn apart again, two figures fell from the sky.

Mingzong and Tianyan Sect each have a Jindan Sage Lord joining the battle.

"Fire from heaven destroys stars!"

"Sun and Moon Hanging Sky Seal!"

With the blessing of golden elixir, they each used their killing moves, defeating the two words of heaven and earth like lightning, forcing Lin Yun back.
To be continued...