boom!

Wang Jue is standing in the air, with the holy light shining brightly on his body, flowing elegantly out of the dust, and every strand of his long hair is shining brightly, as if he is an immortal coming to this world, invincible in this world.

The majestic holy power fell, Qilin Mountain continued to tremble, and even some peaks were overwhelmed.

Extremely terrifying.

"Seventh-level Saint Lord..."

Mu Xiuhan, the chief of Jinyu Tower, looked pale and had a look of fear in his eyes.

The three realms of the ninth level of the Saint King, the final wind and fire, the black and yellow and the heavenly realm, can be said to be more difficult than the last.

But as soon as you take the step forward, your strength will undergo earth-shaking changes. That kind of transformation is a qualitative change like breaking out of a cocoon and turning into a butterfly.

Compared with the Golden Core Realm, the cultivation level alone in the Wind and Fire Realm is at least ten times stronger.

Not just a change in intensity, but a change in rules.

After the golden elixir has been tempered by the wind and fire catastrophe, the holy energy flowing in the body is completely different, and its power is incomparable.

It is equivalent to the gap between Holy Qi and Holy Yuan. This gap is difficult to make up for by other means.

Mu Xiuhan himself is at the pinnacle of the Golden Core, but he still dares not take this step.

The calamity of wind and fire means a narrow escape from death. The more talented you are, the easier it is to die in it.

He has seen too many senior monks trying to fight to the death, only to be burned alive.

Now that I saw Wang Jue's cultivation, I wasn't too surprised, but I was still envious.

This is the benefit of being a disciple of the gods. With the guidance of the gods, even if you fail in the Wind and Fire Tribulation, your life will not be in danger.

"I see."

Lin Yun muttered in his heart.

I finally understood why the gap between the palms just now was so huge. The seventh-level Saint King is indeed worthy of his reputation.

His thoughts were like lightning, analyzing the cards in his hand that could make up for his cultivation awareness.

The Great Way of Reincarnation, the Half-Step Haoyang Sword Intention, the Supreme Star, the Canglong Sword Domain, the Reincarnation Sword Technique, and the Firefly Divine Sword...

"As expected, he is a seventh-level holy king. Now he is finished."

Xiongtian fell to the ground and smiled bitterly, muttering a few words.

Obviously, he had roughly guessed Wang Jue's cultivator before taking action.

Lin Jiangxian struggled to get up, his face extremely pale, but there was no surprise in his eyes either.

"I'll settle the score with you two later!"

Wang Jue looked down at the two of them with contempt and disdain in his eyes, and then his eyes fell on Lin Yun.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

Wang Jue looked arrogant, as if he controlled the world, as if he could crush Lin Yun to death at any time.

Lin Yun smiled and said, "If you leave now, it's still too late. Otherwise, if you really take action, I'm afraid you won't be so decent."

Lin Yun didn't take the so-called Cang Shenwei seriously.

However, the divine disciples may have life-saving means given by the gods. Lin Yun was not sure that he could kill him 100%, so he gave him a chance.

Everyone in the crowd exclaimed, no one expected Lin Yun to have such confidence.

"Hey, Brother Lin, if you can leave, just leave. Stop talking nonsense." Xiongtian Nan said loudly while lying on the ground.

On the other side, Lin Jiangxian, who was being helped up by everyone in Tianjian Tower, looked at Lin Yun slightly puzzled.

"It seems that you still don't know the strength of the divine disciples!"

Wang Jue smiled and his expression became gentle again, with a sense of freedom and ease that transcended the world.

Whoosh!

He came back to Lin Yun and slapped a palm directly. Before the light of the palm fell, the holy power in Lin Yun collapsed.

"It's over, this Lin Yun is going to die."

"The gap in cultivation is too big."

…

Lin Yun's expression was calm, and he held the funeral flower in his palm with his backhand, and the perfect sword intent at the peak of divine light burst out.

Instantly, his pressure was much lessened.

It’s not over yet!

A blue dragon roared in his heart, and then the silver sword light spread out. When the funeral flower was lifted up, the mountains and rivers between heaven and earth resonated.

A steady stream of energy from all directions rushed into Lin Yun's body. In this area, Lin Yun's sword power became extremely violent.

Click!

With just one strike of the sword, the palm light was cut in half.

"Sword Domain!"

Wang Jue's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to step into the sword field.

Clang!

The fists and swords collided with each other, making a loud noise, and the two began to fight in the sword field.

Even in the Sword Domain, Wang Jue's holy power was not affected. Instead, it was like a dormant beast that could tear the Sword Domain into pieces at any time.

After dozens of moves, Wang Jue opened the funeral flower with one punch and struck Lin Yun on the chest.

Bang!

The golden holy essence of the wind and fire realm sage penetrated Lin Yun's sword intention and body-protecting holy essence. His heart ached and his body flew backwards. When he fell, the ground cracked with countless gaps.

For a moment, many monks in Cangyun Realm were frightened. They all saw Wang Jue hit Lin Yun.

Is this still alive?

"No……"

Ji Zixi suddenly became extremely nervous, her expression looked extremely angry, and she couldn't help but rush over, but was stopped by Lin Jiangxian.

"Divine Light Sword Intent? Blue Dragon Divine Body? Haha, in front of divine disciples, everything is false."

Wang Jue looked contemptuous, and flew forward, trying to add another punch to end the fight.

"I can still breathe, but the battle is not over!"

Lin Yun, who was kneeling on one knee, grinned, his eyes bursting with majestic fighting spirit.

Divine disciple? Seventh-level Saint King?

We have finally come to the right place in this world!

But I still have to thank Ziyao’s wife first. Without this Heavenly Shang Holy Clothes, I’d probably have to run for my life after receiving this punch.

"Um?"

Wang Jue's eyes showed a look of astonishment. The Saint Yuan of the Wind and Fire Realm contains the power of heaven, which cannot be blocked by the fourth-level Saint King?

But not only was Lin Yun not seriously injured, but his fighting spirit was overwhelming and he had an unparalleled edge.

"Fuck, stand up!"

"It's so strong that even the divine disciples can't hold it back."

"It's really weird, it's incredible."

…

The monks in Cangyun Realm were all shocked, and when they woke up, their blood boiled with excitement.

To them, the divine disciples were like gods, but today... they were unable to deal with a single sword cultivator.

Wang Jue frowned slightly, unable to see the depth of Lin Yun for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I know that you didn't throw those golden Dao Fruits out, they were just a deception. Now admit defeat and hand over the Dao Fruits, and I will spare your life.

"

call!

Lin Yun glanced at Zang Hua, feeling the opponent's fighting spirit, and said with a smile: "My sword won't agree."

Then he raised his eyebrows, pointed his sword pointed at the opponent, and said: "The fight will not end until the blood is exhausted!"

How can the flames of war be extinguished before all the blood is shed?

kill!

Lin Yun's heart was filled with great fighting spirit. He laughed loudly and killed everyone while everyone was stunned.

A moment of light!

The sword field spread out, Lin Yun let out a soft shout, and the sound of the sword echoed throughout the world. He decomposed the sword and turned it into a deadly sword technique.
To be continued...