Even Leng Yi's eyes flashed with suspicion, was the boy who fought with him that night?

Logically speaking, this person was not such a frivolous and ignorant person that night.

In everyone's eyes, the boy was already dead, but no one expected a scene to appear.

Lin Yun slowly stretched out

His right hand suddenly, his five fingers clenched.

Rumble!

The ancient dragon and elephant power boiled like a river in its body, flowing continuously, pouring into the fist lights.

Bang!

When he punched out, there was a terrifying roar and suddenly exploded.

The young man in blue seemed to have turned into an ancient wild beast in an instant, and the sound of his fist bursting turned into the sound of a dragon and an elephant, rolling away.

The ancient dragon elephant was violent and manic, and its fierceness was unimaginable for today's martial arts people.

But the power of this punch now allows everyone to slightly appreciate the domineering style of beasts back then.

Puchi!

Almost instantly, the shocking sword power of the four people fell apart. With the blessing of the sound of dragon and elephant, the fist light remained unabated. Under the sweeping, the four people spit out blood in the air.

A moment of shock, the sword was shot without ease!

Lin Yun withdrew his right hand that fisted, crossed his arms in front, pressed his thumbs with his left and right hands against his middle finger, and the next moment, his hands spread out suddenly.

The sword of the fingers condensed four silver sword lights, flashing in the air.

Click!

When the four of them landed, they each knelt on one knee. The knees on the knees were filled with blood.

But it was completely penetrated by the sword light.

The four of them looked pale, gritted their teeth, and wanted to struggle to stand up.

Lin Yun laughed coldly and said, "Since I'm kneeling, I think... I'd better kneel down honestly!"

boom!

The terrifying power of the dragon and elephant was like a towering mountain, pressing against the four people. No matter how many people struggled, they could not get up.

"This... actually fell down."

For a moment, the scene where these four people knelt in front of Lin Yun was shocked by everyone.

Just now, Pan Yue, who had a smile on his face and could not hide his lust in his eyes, instantly turned dark.

"court death!"

Leng Yi, wearing a raccoon cat mask, could no longer hold back and raised her hand and slapped Lin Yun with a palm.

In the air, a thin giant hand suddenly appeared. Compared with that night, blood was still flowing between the dry palms. When it fell, there was a gust of cold wind, and there was a faint sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves, which was shocking to see.

"Brother Lin, be careful!"

Leng Yi's sudden action caused the faces of the Tianfu Academy to change drastically.

Xiao Baiyun was so scared that her face was pale and she couldn't help but scream.

"Good come!"

Lin Yun shouted lightly, and the mark condensed by the dragon and elephant fire in his heart suddenly burst out. Then, it spread all over his body, as the mark spread. The power of the dragon and elephant in his body suddenly burned, mixed with the Zi Yuan sword force, and turned into a vast, boundless, powerful and sharp energy that poured into his fist light.

boom!

When the fist burst, a deafening sound of the dragon elephant soared into the sky and shattered the clouds.

Everyone's faces felt that as the sound waves fluctuated, a strong wind swept them so that they couldn't open their eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amid the earth-shaking loud noise, the huge bloody hand stretched out from hell was crushed by the fist light, and Leng Yi in the air flew out with a muffled groan.

"So it's so vulnerable. The old ghost Youyun killed people like a terrible person. He is famous for being a good person. Could you be a fake disciple?"

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and laughed softly.

The words were full of sarcasm. Leng Yi was so lucky that he was immediately spit out blood in anger.

He was in anger and was about to rush forward, but he was pressed down by one hand.

Pan Yue put his right hand on Leng Yi's shoulder, looked at Lin Yun, frowned and asked, "I wonder, who is the sacred place?"

"The Great Qin Empire, Lingxiao Jiange, Burial Flower Master, Lin Yun is the same!"

The aftermath of all directions had not dissipated. The young man was carrying a sword box and wearing a blue shirt, dancing in the wind. When he raised his eyes, the purple mark on his eyebrows showed even more ostentatious and unruly.
Chapter completed!