"Have you made a lot of progress? But you still have to die!"

Mu Xiuhan grinned, and while in mid-air, he stabbed out ninety-nine eighty-one swords in a row. Each sword contained a bright red evil aura, and the fishy smell was filled with many resentments, which was very terrifying.

"The waves are rolling into the sky!"

The simple and slender sword body of the Flower Burial Sword, under the infusion of true essence, overflowed with cold light, and the dim light flickered, like a dream. Lin Yun flicked his wrist, and the sword force filled the sky, and condensed into waves on the flat ground.

, soaring into the sky.

Wishes of extremely sharp sword light went straight away, stirring up the wind and snow in the sky. When the sword light condensed, it finally merged into a huge wave, involving countless snowflakes, and faced the overwhelming sword falling in mid-air.

film.

boom!

The snowflakes shattered, the shadow of the sword dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in Mu Xiuhan's eyes in mid-air. His killing move in his prime state was defeated so easily in the opponent's hands.

Holding the flower-burial sword in his hand, Lin Yun's sword-like edge looked like a red plum standing proudly in the heavy snow.

With his toes tapping lightly on the ground, he dances like a red plum or rises like blue smoke. His seemingly light figure hides an edge and arrogance that no one can ignore.

Phew!

In mid-air, Mu Xiuhan, who had already retreated wildly, still did not completely avoid the sword. He was stabbed in the right shoulder and blood spattered.

"You are nothing more than that."

Lin Yun landed and said calmly.

"How dare a dying person be so arrogant!"

Whoosh!

Two figures turned into strong winds and blew towards Mu Xiuhan, but they were Jing Jue and Bai Yue who had escaped from the sword pavilion's deacons.

Both of them were defeated by Lin Yun in the Black Lotus Palace, but now they have been promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu.

For Lin Yun, he had no fear at all, and was very murderous. He just wanted to wash away the shame in the Black Lotus Palace.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, this man's swordsmanship is a bit weird."

Mu Xiuhan glanced at the wound on his right shoulder and said coldly. Fortunately, he dodged quickly enough, otherwise, this sword would have penetrated directly.

"Come on, let's share his storage bag equally among the three of us."

Jing Jue said calmly, as the five sects were fighting, he only cared about the sword that should have belonged to him in Lin Yun's storage bag.

It doesn't matter who you join forces with.

"Just what I wanted."

Bai Yue licked his chapped lips, with a rather ferocious smile on his face.

"Share it equally? That's not bad."

Mu Xiuhan thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, a look of greed flashing in his eyes.

He didn't enter the treasure palace and gained nothing. If he could divide Lin Yun's storage bag equally, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain.

"I hope you won't regret it."

The look in Lin Yun's eyes was icy cold, and the Flower Burial Sword he held tightly in his hand seemed to feel the killing intent in his heart.

Don't wait for the three of them to take action.
Chapter completed!