"Damn it, what's going on?"

"My sword can't be controlled."

"What the hell is this?"

...

Except for the extremely powerful monk who can suppress it at the supreme realm, all the swords flew out.

Not finished yet!

There are nine thousand silk cloths, branded with different divine patterns, like an inverted waterfall rising from the ground.

Thousands of holy swords above circling around the nine thousand silk cloths, like hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, worshiping the king among them.

This is the Haoyang sword intent that belongs to Lin Yun alone. I miss the lingering days of the world, and I cannot see the ancients in front of me and the people behind me.

Ji Changkong, Xia Qingyun, Ye Wuhen, Dugu Jue, everyone suddenly stood up, their faces full of surprise and incredible.

As for the sword cultivator present, he was even more unimaginable in his heart, which was an unimaginable shock.

"The Three Thousand Great Ways are unstoppable, and I am the only true immortal in the world!"

Lin Yun laughed loudly, and a sword stabbed out in laughter. This sword was for the stubbornness of the sword cultivator and the arrogance of the swordsmen.

I have a sword, which is taller than the emperor.

Puchi!

In the blink of an eye, a sword light pierced through Jiang Yi's chest, and then the sword light continued, shattering the eternal and immortal flower directly.

This sword is too fast!

The eternal pressure of the truth that was originally aggressive and forced Lin Yun to a desperate situation was easily broken by this sword.

Jiang Yi flew backwards, and the man kept rolling on the ground. When he finally knelt on one knee and stabilized his body, his face was no longer covered with blood.

"Are you comfortable? Son of Jueying? Don't test my sword heart. I'll get crazy, even I'm afraid."

Lin Yun exhaled lightly the turbid air. His expression was cold and a little tired. His body swayed slightly, but he was as straight as a sword.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Many monks who came from outside the Holy Heaven Academy, as well as the genius and demons who had been there, saw the figure of the blue-clothed sword cultivator, their souls were trembling, and they were shocked and impacted like a giant hammer in the depths of their hearts.

Too strong!

What is invincible? This is invincible!

"Fuck, I'm scared."

"It's so exaggerating. I'm Nima, this is the real sword cultivator. No matter who you are, who is the master or who is the second. I have a sword, even if I come to fight."

"I feel that the Burial Flower Master didn't say fake. I was really scared just now. I was afraid that he would even kill himself when he got mad."

The sword cultivators present were extremely excited, and all their expressions were excited, and some even cried with joy, covering their faces and causing constant pain.

"The sword is the only one who is the burial master of the Three Thousand Great Ways; the burial master of the Flowers should be the best in the eight wildernesses and suppress the geniuses of an era!"

At this moment, someone laughed loudly, his voice clear and bright, and the sound was filled with some mystery, which seemed to penetrate time and space.

Obviously, the person who speaks has reached an unimaginable state.

The monks fell into ecstasy and did not feel anything different. Instead, they became even more excited and shouted.

For a moment, it was like a tsunami of mountains and tsunamis, cleaning the world, and millions of people shouted together.

"The burial flower lord is the best in the wilderness and suppresses the geniuses of an era!"

[It was finally written before twelve o'clock. Thank you for your unyielding support this year, especially the book friends who voted to support you. It's not easy for you. I bowed my hands and held my fists. Thank you. In the new year, Brother Yue hopes everyone will be welcome.
Chapter completed!