He is indeed picking flowers, but he is also killing people. People are like flowers. When flowers bloom and fade, people die when flowers die. Just like the sword in his hand, when flowers are buried, people are also buried.

It can be clearly seen that Lin Yun's swordsmanship has improved rapidly after being tempered by many battles in the Feast of Dragons, and what he has learned is far beyond what anyone can compare to.

"What a brilliant sword!"

The pupils of many top ten leaders shrank sharply. Lin Yun should have seen the flaw in Zhao Wuji's sword. However, he did not take the opportunity to smash this move, but instead magnified the flaw in this move infinitely, which would make him feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Wuji felt very uncomfortable among them.

The artistic conception of his sword has not been finished yet, the power of the sword is still fierce, and the remaining power is still fierce. But Lin Yun's sword has already touched his vitals. No matter whether he advances or retreats, this sword is extremely fatal.

What's more important is that Lin Yun's sword is very fast, so fast that there is no chance of hesitation.

If you advance or retreat, you will open up bigger holes, but if you don't advance or retreat, you will be killed with a sword in an instant.

How terrible!

Thinking of this, Bai Lixuan, Wu Xiaotian and others shuddered. If it were them, they would be dead at this moment.
Chapter completed!