It's like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. If you don't take action, it will bite the opponent to death.

His expression was ferocious, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "No matter who you are, just die!"

Outside the open space, everyone watching the battle

His face changed slightly. This shocking shot was indeed terrifying. Just watching the sharp edge from a distance, he felt that it was all slapped on his face, and the stabbing pain was extremely painful.

There is a cold star on the tip of the gun, like the firelight shining on the world on a cold night in winter, dazzling and dazzling.

The disciples and elders of Xiaoyun Sect could not help but have happy smiles on their faces. They seemed to have seen the swordsman in white being stabbed through the chest by this gun.

There was an elder from the Xiaoyun Sect who kept smiling on his face, stroking his beard and shaking his head slightly.

If the Qin family can't do it, if Qin Xu can't do it, the reputation of Tianling City will have to be supported by their Xiaoyun Sect!

But Lin Yun, who was in such a dangerous situation on the ring, did not panic and kicked Qin Xu away with his arms broken and wailing.

Like a sandbag, he was kicked away mercilessly and hit the stone pillar at the edge of the ring.

There was a loud thud, and a large mouthful of blood spat out from the corner of his mouth, which was extremely miserable.

Lin Yun, who kicked Qin Xu away, was still calm and composed. He was like a white elf. His body floated gently, and his movements were like the most gorgeous dance in the world. He was light and agile, with long sleeves like clouds, and long black hair like a waterfall.

Usually spread out in mid-air.

The rotation that seemed like a leisurely pace just happened to avoid the sharpest edge of the spear. But what no one knew was that when Lin Yun landed again, his peak and perfect innate sword intent had already accumulated to

An extremely terrifying state.

Just like a flower bud in bud, it just needs to be raised and the sword is unsheathed to bloom in the wind!

Clang! Clang!

The Burial Flower is roaring, it has been dormant for too long, it feels the hatred and anger in Lin Yun's heart, and it wants to drink blood and kill people.

A flash of gorgeous sword light appeared, the shocking sword chant resounded in all directions, and the scene on the stage seemed to be still.

Lin Yun's flowing white clothes and long hair spreading like a waterfall were restrained from moving at this moment. Only the sword light followed the tip of Ouyang Hao's spear, slashing all the way down, making the spear sound like a ghost.

It keeps splitting like bamboo.

What an amazing sword this was, everyone in the open space was shocked.

The elders and disciples of Xiaoyun Sect were speechless and stunned.

Ouyang Hao, who still had a ferocious look on his face, was completely frightened. He quickly threw away the spear that had not completely exploded in his hand and retreated wildly.

Can you walk away?

Lin Yun held the funeral flower in his hand, stepped forward, and slashed out with a faster sword light.

Phew!

Blood spattered Feihong, Ouyang Hao screamed like a slaughtered pig, and his right hand was completely chopped off.

But it was not enough. Lin Yun dodged past like a ghost and stabbed out with another sword.

clang!

The sword pierced the opponent's chest, the true energy surged, and the sword light was everywhere. The treasure armor on Ouyang Hao's chest exploded with a bang, and blood dripped all over his body. There were extremely ferocious sword marks. He spat out blood and flew out violently, just in time.

Falling next to Qin Xu who was struggling to get up.

"Who the hell are you!"

Qin Xu gritted his teeth, word after word, and looked coldly at the terrifying swordsman in white in front of him.

He couldn't even think of a time when he had offended a swordsman in white. He had no memory at all.

Ouyang Hao on the side was also puzzled.

"Can't you even recognize Lin's voice? You two are really forgetful. Maybe in your minds, Lin Yun is already dead."

Lin Yun raised his hand and took off the white faceless mask on his face.

Suddenly, a face as pale as a demon, as handsome as a demon, appeared in front of the world. The purple mark was particularly eye-catching, like the ink dots between the eyebrows of a fairy dancing, adding a touch of otherworldliness to the face as handsome as a demon.

of fairy spirit.

Wow!

The entire mountainside of Luoshui Mountain was shocked, and countless uproar erupted.

It's Lin Yun!

This white-clothed swordsman was actually Lin Yun, a swordsman who was rumored to have been defeated by Chen Ziyu in three moves and had long since fallen. Now, he appeared alive and once again became a nightmare for the leaders of Tianling City.

"No! No...this is not true."

Qin Xu and Ouyang Hao's pupils shrank sharply, their faces full of panic. They were panicked and trembling with fear.

"Go to hell and repent."

The funeral flower waved, the sword light was like a rainbow, and two heads flew down in the air.
Chapter completed!