All directions are filled with immortal pressure.

He did not use the spiritual sword intent, but the immortal Canglong sword power was already terrifying enough to completely exceed the scope of the innate sword intent.

With the blessing of this sword power, Lin Yun clenched his five fingers, raised his hand and punched him without aiming at the black fist gloves, and the fist light rushed straight to the opponent's chest.

Zhong Xuan was shocked and did not expect Lin Yun to react so quickly. He was immediately shocked several steps away. His eyes showed a look of surprise. Is this the spiritual sword intent?

"The spiritual sword intent is indeed terrible, but it is not that simple to stop me! The martial arts of creation, the Tianzhong Art!"

Zhong Xuan, who was shocked by this sword power for several steps, had a ruthless look in his eyes. A roar urged him to the limit of the medium-grade creation martial arts he had practiced. The ancient clock that appeared behind him exuded a stream of gusts.

A wild aura with a weak sound.

He blocked the power of the immortal Canglong sword with this clock, clenched his black fist gloves, and killed him again.

"The martial arts of creation, it turns out that this is your dependence."

A gleam flashed in Lin Yun's eyes and suddenly shouted: "But who told you that I have sacrificed the spiritual sword intent? The frog in the well!"

Rumble!

The psychic sword intent that truly reached the peak was released by Lin Yun without reservation. The terrifying sword intent rushed to the sky and pierced the dome a hundred feet high in an instant. Countless pearls fell, and it looked like it was

The Milky Way is broken and the stars are falling.

An indescribable domineering aura burst out on Lin Yun's body, and the entire hall trembled violently. At this moment, it seemed that the world and the earth were surrendering to Lin Yun's immortal sword intent.

With the release of the spiritual sword intent, Lin Yun had already sacrificed the immortal Canglong sword and naturally rose. Lin Yun looked at him and the concise ancient bell behind the other party instantly penetrated.

"Damn it!"

Zhong Xuan's face changed drastically, and he felt that under the power of the sword, his body became extremely stiff and completely suppressed.

"come over!"

Lin Yun's clenched fist suddenly opened, and with a sudden squeezing, he pulled the other party over and grabbed his neck.

"No, no, no..."

Zhong Xuan, who was strangled to his neck, was breathing poorly and looked extremely frightened in his eyes.

"I said that I don't like others calling me a little devil, especially as trash as you!"

A cold light surged in Lin Yun's eyes, and a murderous intent flashed by. He clenched his left fist and directly hit the other party's head. His way of countering his body!

The fist light kept magnifying in Zhong Xuan's pupils, and a look of unwillingness surged deep in his eyes. He still had many unique skills that he had not used, and he had not even received the quota for the road to heaven... I was unwilling to accept it

.

Bang!

In the endless unwillingness, Lin Yun threw away the headless body in front of him. There was no pity in his eyes. The road of martial arts was so cruel. If a person was not cruel, the corpse lying on the ground would have long been

It's him.

The wind blew silently across the top of Xuanhuang Mountain, and all the elders of the Holy Alliance were stunned.

Lin Yun didn't know how much waves had caused on the top of the mountain. He looked at the bronze giant gate that appeared in front of him, smashed it with one punch, and walked over without hesitation.

This journey is destined to be dangerous, accompanied by bloody storms, so you can never look back at the heart of the sword!
Chapter completed!