Dark red spear with vicissitudes of ancient atmosphere.

The spear is more than ten feet long. It is called a spear, but it looks more like a furious dragon.

"break!"

The battle spear condensed, Wu Mohan tweaked his hands, and then the huge battle spear was as heavy as a mountain. It rotated at a crazy speed. As it rotated, the dark red light was like the blood of a ferocious beast, scattered out and danced in the wind.

Click to scratch.

The battle spear shattered the four seals of dragon and tiger one by one with an invincible force, and then turned into lightning and stabbed towards Lin Yun who was flying back!

In the blink of an eye, the dragon elephant battle gun, full of violence and murderous aura, expanded rapidly in Lin Yun's pupils.

"I can't hide."

Looking at Lin Yun who was flickering out of thin air with the Qixuan Steps and flying continuously, Wu Mohan sneered at the corner of his mouth.

No matter how strong his body movement is, Luo is always shrouded by momentum, like an ant in the palm of his palm.

Run faster

, they are all circling in the palm of their hands.

This is the strength of the half-step purple mansion. Lin Yun is already proud enough to be able to support him for such a long time.

“So strong!”

Since Lin Yun won consecutive victories, he has never been forced to such a situation, and Wu Mohan can't tell how much strength he has shown.

"My Hunyuan Sect is not as easy to deal with as Xuantian Sect. Even if this little sword slave secretly learns the dragon elephant war body, he is still forced to be like a dog."

Wen Yanbo touched his beard, and his eyes were filled with color.

"hateful!"

When the elders and disciples of Xuantian Sect heard this, their faces turned black on the spot.

But the current situation is stronger than others, so I can only hold my breath.

"This old guy!"

Mr. Yun Zhen looked at the smug look on Wen Yanbo's face, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

At the Eighth Battle Stage, seeing the dragon and elephant battle gun, it was still impossible to avoid it, and a decision flashed through Lin Yun's eyes.

In the air, he faced the huge dragon elephant battle spear and suddenly stopped.

Such a scene suddenly made a strange color flash in everyone's eyes, and they were not clear about their meaning.

"I seek death, but I dared to take the dragon elephant battle spear condensed by half a step in the purple palace. I was impatient to live!"

Wen Yanbo looked weak and hummed coldly.

Bang!

Without any warning, Lin Yun rushed out with a punch against the dark red dragon elephant gun. With the qi and blood swelling, this punch was like an ancient dragon elephant attacking, which looked extremely slow, but the fist light passed by.

But the air was squeezed and burst out continuously, causing ripples.

The terrifying battle gun was forced to stop under this punch.

In all directions of the heaven and earth, there are holy sounds from the war cauldron. The holy sounds collide continuously, and ancient war songs are played.

With one punch, the holy sound never stops!

It is the perfect sign of the fifth peak of the Dragon Elephant Battle Body Art. Crack, under this peak punch, the Dragon Elephant Battle Gun exploded and cracked into pieces.

"Damn it, how is this possible!"

Wen Yanbo saw this and became dumbfounded on the spot.

In the Hunyuan Sect, those who can practice the Dragon Elephant Battle Body Art to the peak of the fifth level are only a handful of people.

How could this kid cultivate the dragon and elephant war body to such a state?

Rumble!

Although the dragon and elephant guns were split into pieces, the energy they burst was still amazing, just like a collapsed volcano pouring out towards the forest clouds.

In the blink of an eye, buried it deeply in it.

Bang!

But before Wen Yanbo could show his joy, he heard a loud noise, buried in Lin Yun's chaotic aftermath, and was shocked on the spot.

On the eighth platform, a purple armor appeared on the boy's body.

The armor has dragon and elephant patterns on it outlined, and it also exudes a violent and astonishing aura. Its face is rosy, but it is not damaged at all in the storm just now.

"Dragon Elephant Battle Armor!"

How could anyone in the Hunyuan Sect not know about such familiar armor?

"Interesting, I'm not dazzled... Isn't this the secret technique of the noble sect? It has evolved to such a perfect level in the hands of a disciple of an external sect. Hunyuan sect is indeed amazing. After all, it is still the one who blocks the dragon and elephant war gun.

It depends on the dragon and elephant armor of your sect!”

Mr. Yun Zhen showed a sarcastic look on his face, and he sneered and said lightly.

All the elders and disciples of Xuantian Sect laughed without hesitation.

"What the hell is going on..."

Wen Yanbo's face was extremely wonderful and he was completely confused.

Obviously, he never dreamed that the Dragon Elephant Battle Armor on Lin Yun was much stronger than many elders of this sect.

"Get some real skills. With these methods, you are not qualified to kill me. You will just lose your face as Hunyuan Sect."

Lin Yun stood proudly, looked directly at the other party, and said coldly.

"I really underestimate you. Your name in Lin Yun is indeed well-deserved. But... this game should end here. Today, you Lin Yun will die!"

Wu Mohan smiled faintly, but the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly became as cold as snow.

A heart-wrenching breath emanated from the palm of my palm, making people shudder.

Martial soul?
Chapter completed!