Lin Yun made a half-turn in mid-air, spread out his arms, and soared into the sky again like a golden crow. Seeing that the extremely exaggerated fireball was about to fall, the flower-burial sword clenched with five fingers came at him angrily.

Overlord sword, the rising sun is like fire!

Lin Yun's body suddenly shone brightly, and an unparalleled sword force suddenly burst out, and the funeral flower in his hand split a fiery red sunrise.

Boom!

What a terrifying sword this was. The vast force of the sword evolved into a terrifying fireball, which was a fiery red rising sun. The peak and perfect innate sword intention evolved into a striking morning glow, which turned the sky into a bright red like blood.

, that is the magnificent rising sun, that is the undying passion in the young heart.

That was Lin Yun's determination to move forward without fear of life or death.

Two rounds of fireballs collided in mid-air and made a shocking explosion. The hot light illuminated the huge venue. The vast Jiulong Lake was rippled with light. At this moment, all other battles on the Shenglong Platform were eclipsed, and there was no trace of anything.

Light exists.

The leaders who were still competing in each major arena were a little stunned and looked over involuntarily.

This kind of light is really too powerful.

Buzz!

But in this boundless dazzling light, a ray of sword light shot out of the air. This sword pierced all the light. That was the center of the two rounds of fireball explosions. Lin Yun burst out of the air holding a funeral flower, and there was a shocking moment.

, the sword light touched Ji Feng’s chest.

Click!

Under the unparalleled destructive power, the condensed flames of the true essence on Ji Feng's body were immediately shattered, and the protective true essence was subsequently broken.

Phew!

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ji Feng looked ferocious. He held the funeral flower directly with both hands to prevent the sword light from continuing to penetrate deeper.

"defeat!"

Lin Yun's face was expressionless, and he held the right hand of Zian Hua and thrust it forward. A steady stream of true energy was poured into it like a river. Ji Feng's hands were immediately spread out, and his chest was filled with blood, and he was like a sandbag.

He was violently shocked and flew out.

After landing on the ground, Ji Feng rolled around awkwardly for several times before reluctantly kneeling on one knee to push his body up.

Lin Yun stood there, letting the air waves blow through his long hair, the funeral flowers hanging down, and blood flowing continuously along the tip of the sword.

There was an astonishing domineering look in his eyes, so what about Nan Hua Qi Ying?
Chapter completed!