Xuanwu seventh layer?

The expressions in the eyes of everyone in the four directions were a little unbelievable. Just now, it was obvious that only the cultivation base of the sixth level of Xuanwu was broken, and they broke through in the blink of an eye.

Although it is rare to have a breakthrough in the cultivation base during the battle, it is not uncommon.

But as casual as Lin Yun, as simple as eating and drinking, even Princess Fenghua, who was sitting above the chief, had a strange look in her eyes.

Yue Qing, who was originally angry, was also speechless, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Not to mention them, Luo Feng of High Heaven Sword Pavilion was also at a loss. The sect had given Lin Yun a lot of resources. There were more than 6,000 second-grade Lingyu, but he could break through again in just a few days, which was really unbelievable.

Only Xinyan had a smile on her face, but she didn't show it.

She had already seen that, Lin Yun had been secretly suppressing the medicinal power of the blood flaming fruit, a wonder of heaven and earth, and deliberately refined it.

The battle with Cao Jie was a little uncontrollable, and it happened that Zuo Yun and Yue Qing challenged him at the same time.

That being the case, there is simply no restraint.

In the center of the hall, Lin Yun, who was promoted to the seventh level of Xuanwu, his expression did not change, and he was as calm and calm as before.

But with the looming sharpness on his body, the remaining power of the Bajian, but no one dared to look down on him.

His words are equally shocking, you are not me, how do you know that I am not qualified to be arrogant?

Only then did everyone realize that the youth who was mocked and ridiculed by everyone beforehand was more arrogant than anyone else.

Just don't like it, just argue with people.

But if you really think that he is easy to bully, Bai Yu who was abolished, and Cao Jie who was almost split in half, you will underestimate his fate.

"Lingxiaojian Pavilion, there is really another enchanting evildoer, and it should not be underestimated."

"But is he really going to fight one against two at the same time? That's a bit too much."

"Cao Jie, who can defeat the eighth level of Xuanwu, is now promoted to the seventh level of Xuanwu, but he really has the qualification to be one against two. It's just that the outcome is really hard to say, after all, everyone has seen Zuo Yuan's strength before. of."

"Anyway, this princess banquet is the most exciting one."

After everyone woke up, the expressions on their brows became extremely excited. Lin Yun, who was promoted to the seventh level of Xuanwu, did not know what kind of strength he would show.

Zuo Yun's debut is also very exciting.

Just now, he defeated Lin Lan, just like a little bit of water, only to show the tip of the iceberg's strength.

Yue Qing of the Shence Camp, who claims to be the successor of Guan Shan's son, is quite curious about his level.

"Am I eligible for this now?"

Lin Yun looked at Yue Qing and asked.

"Zuo Yun, Yue Qing, if you two have no opinion, this princess will agree to this discussion."

Princess Fenghua opened her mouth, her voice was crisp and clear, as if a circle of clouds and mist around the top of the mountain reached everyone's ears, agile and ethereal.

"I have no opinion."

Zuo Yun was silent for a while, and said softly, there was a hint of war in his eyes, a smile on his face, and continued: "But Lin Yun, you should know me. If you don't agree, you won't agree, but once you agree, you should know me. I certainly won't hold back."

What kind of trump card is Lin Yun dare to rely on.

He had a hunch that it was definitely not the seventh-level Xuanwu cultivation that had just been promoted. He was very curious and couldn't help but look forward to this battle even more.

"me too."

Lin Yun replied softly.

"Humph! You're going to find your own way, so why should I stop you? Just don't lose when the time comes."

Yue Qing's face was gloomy. While speaking, he took out a silver gun with a cold glow from the storage bag. A bloody smell permeated the silver gun, causing many people to frown slightly.

It seems that the rumors are true, the leaders cultivated by the Shence Camp have indeed killed many people on the battlefield.

"let's start."

On the stage, Princess Fenghua said lightly.

Tiesuo Hanjiang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Yun drew his sword out of its scabbard, and in the cold river of thousands of miles, a touch of the sword intent turned into an iron rope, smashed the river surface, and rose to the sky with himself.

Wind and sand!

Yue Qing snorted coldly, and he was equally merciless between shots. With a flick of the wrist, a strange blood light overflowed from the silver spear, and with a spinning punch, it brought a shocking gust of wind, and there seemed to be a dust storm of yellow sand condensed in the sky.

He stabbed with one shot, like riding a warhorse, galloping on the battlefield with a kind of heroic and fearless courage, not afraid of life and death.

As soon as the two made a move, they showed amazing strength, and they showed their respective swordsmanship and marksmanship to the fullest.

With just one move, it can be seen that the two must have worked hard on swordsmanship and spearmanship.

Otherwise, it is impossible, at such an age, to show such a superb old-fashioned killer move.

"Good come."

Lin Yun's expression was calm, he didn't fight with the two of them, he tapped his toes, and stepped back.

The fists blasted out like electricity, shattering the unavoidable knife light and spear light. Lin Yun remained calm and defended hard under the strong attack of the two.

Zuo Yun and Yue Qing were not ordinary people, and once the offensive was launched, they were extremely fierce.

After ten moves, the offensive of the two is already incomparable. Whether it is Zuo Yun's knife or Yue Qing's grab, everyone who sees it is a little shocked.

Taking it apart alone is extremely terrifying, let alone combining the two.

But Lin Yun was not hurried or slow, and he used seven profound steps to revolve around it, like a boat that was bumpy in the waves, ups and downs.

It is impossible to dodge the offensive, but also avoid the key points and resist with the flesh.

"It's time to start."

After dozens of moves, Lin Yun looked at the two who were attacking again and said softly.

After fighting for such a long time, I have already figured out the details of the two of them, and I also understand the slight flaws in the marksmanship and swordsmanship.

"It's ridiculous, do you have a chance to shoot?"

Yue Qing couldn't stop sneering. In his opinion, if Lin Yun had the ability to fight back, he had already done it.

Saying that right now is just bluffing.

"Pick me up again, I'll see how you shoot!"

Yue Qing shouted wildly, and the blood radiance overflowing from the silver spear in his hand suddenly shone brightly, as if it was completely dyed red by the heavy blood and pulled out from the sea of ??blood on the mountain of corpses, which was extremely frightening.

The faint-hearted, under this shot, don't say that you will be scared to death.

Iron Horse Glacier!

Zuo Yun didn't speak, but he backhanded the knife, the endless cold overflowed, and the cold light on the knife body. At this moment, the stabbed person couldn't open his eyes, and the ground was covered with a layer of light frost.

Lin Yun didn't dodge or evade, but his body was as calm as water, and his unhurried temperament suddenly became extremely fierce.

The Shuiyue sword potential emanated from him like waves, wave after wave. He turned into a lake, a lake that reflected the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains gathered, and the waves were like mirrors.

Smoke and water!

The sword was unsheathed, the burial foil flickered fluorescently, and the roses danced like a dream. Facing the opponent's two ultimate moves, a sword stabbed out, and the mirror-like lake surface, like a stone falling, swayed layers of ripples, and a vast mist of water.

Its sword is the vast mist above the lake, the mighty atmosphere, but it is like mist and illusion.

This sword, the smoke is vast, and the water mist is vast.

Bang!

The long spear and the sword light that fell from the sky met Lin Yun's sword, which was filled with smoke and water, and his heart was startled. Their respective ultimate moves are like the stone sinking into the sea, but Lin Yun's sword power is like fog, and it is rolling in.

"retreat!"

The expressions of the two changed slightly, they did not dare to stay, and quickly retreated.

Big waves!

The water mist dissipated, and Lin Yun repulsed the two with a sword, but did not pursue them deeply.

At the moment of landing, the breeze blew, and the long hair in front of his forehead was lifted. Lin Yunyang waved his hand, his long sleeves were like clouds, and the sword light swept across, like an antelope hanging on its horns, and there was no trace to be found.

This sword is a big wave!

It seemed to be a relaxed and freehand swing, but this sword consumed a fifth of Lin Yun's true essence.

Sword lights swayed between the flat ground, like waves surging on the lake, and the faces of the two people who stepped back suddenly stiffened. I found that no matter where I retreated, there was a cold sword light on the ground, and there was nowhere to hide.

The cultivation base was promoted to the seventh level of Xuanwu, and the Shuiyue swordsmanship was in Lin Yun's hands.

Many ultimate moves that consume a lot of real energy can also be used at will, and in an instant, they will create a terrifying prestige.

"Strange, this is not the sword technique that the disciple of the Jiange Pavilion used before? I remember what it was called..."

"Shuiyue Sword Technique!"

"Yes, it's this name, how could it be ordinary in that person's hands. In the hands of Lin Yun, it was so terrifying, and Bai Yu was also defeated by this sword technique."

If you don't make a move, it's already. In just two moves, they broke Yue Qing's offensive, forced to retreat between the two, waved a sword, and caused the two of them to be in a hurry.

There are countless mountains, ten miles of peach blossoms are enchanting, and the chaos is as red as rain.

Ignoring the words of the four sides, Lin Yun swung out a sword, soaring into the sky, flying up and down, holding the sword and dancing, the boundless sword light poured out.

The scattered sword light is like the petals flying in the peach blossom forest among the mountains. The petals are bright red, like a rain of blood.

It really was a wave of unresolved, wave after wave, and the erratic sword stance made Yue Qing and Zuo Yun's faces gradually ugly.

The two of them just pulled away from the sword light that rose from the ground, and then they had to face the scattered red sword light like rain.

But it's not over yet!

The leaves are falling all over the sky and the sound is like rain, and the moon and clouds in the water are coming into the sword!

Whether it is the scattered sword light now, or the water mist that was scattered before, all of them are poured into the sword body. Burial Foil, suddenly trembling, a terrifying sword energy, condensing cold light, rushed towards Yue Qing and Zuo Yun.

Wherever they passed, they were destroyed, and the momentum exuded by the two dissipated as soon as they touched.

This sword, like the clouds and moon reflected in the lake, gathered all the sword stances scattered by the previous three moves. Rolling toward the sky with the terrifying waves, compared to the vast and slightly ethereal arrows of the smoke and water, it is extremely domineering, arrogant, and contains astonishing explosive power.

Bang bang bang!

The sword qi and the swords in the hands of the two men collided fiercely, and the loud noise was suddenly heard.

The two of them stepped back several steps, their expressions solemn, their palms split open, and the pain was incomparable. The aftermath stirred on the flesh, and there were bloody wounds hanging out one after another, and the hearts of the people who saw it were chilling.

Zuo Yun and Yue Qing looked at each other with the same thought in their hearts, they couldn't go on like this.

If Lin Yun's swordsmanship is allowed to continue, the two of them will not be able to develop their strengths, and they will be consumed by his swordsmanship.

But Lin Yun didn't give the two of them a chance to fight back. Almost at the moment when the two of them thought about it, they suddenly found out strangely that the sky suddenly darkened.

what happened?

Before the two woke up, the majestic sword intent that Lin Yun had been brewing for a long time was finally enough.

A sword light flickered, and there seemed to be two rounds of bright moon fighting between heaven and earth, one in the sky and one in the water.

A sword strikes, and the two moons fight for the front.

At the beginning of the month, when the night was not dark, a majestic and vast sword intent roared out from Lin Yun. This sword intent seems to be absolutely dusty between heaven and earth, not stained with the dust of the world, the sword is divided into two moons, white and flawless, empty and clear.

rub rub!

In the Qiongtai Hall, many disciples with swords have not responded as well in the future. The sword flew out of its sheath, uncontrollably, buzzing in the air, one handle after another, dancing wildly around the body.

Pfft!

Zuo Yun and Yue Qing were hit by two rounds of moonlight swords that contained the most yin and cold, spitting out blood on the spot, clutching their chests and falling to the ground.

Looking up, he saw a terrifying scene. Seeing Lin Yun put his sword back into its sheath, surrounded by hundreds of long swords that danced wildly, as if surrendering to him, they finally entered the ground around him and kept shaking.

"Innate Sword Intent!"

"The person from last night turned out to be him!"

The expressions of the elders of the various sects changed wildly, and they suddenly stood up, staring at Lin Yun with all their eyes.

Eyeballs were about to fall. Last night, a touch of sword intent rose for no reason, causing a huge wave in the hearts of the elders of the various sects. But no matter how much they wanted to break their heads, they could never have imagined that this sword intent actually emanated from Lin Yun.