A picture of the broken mountains and rivers in the palm of the hand caused the street to burst with a bang, and the gravel and snowflakes accompanied the guards of the Shence Camp to the end, forming a mess in the air.

The sudden change caused the guards of the Shence Camp to be in chaos.

In particular, Han Tianming's death was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one would have thought that this half-step purple mansion's divine plan was strong. Under Lin Yun's blow, he was slapped into flesh and smashed, and he died without a whole corpse.

With such an ending, I am afraid that even he himself would never have dreamed of it.

A moment ago, he was still stuck in the thrill of playing with the geniuses and applauding.

In the next moment, it was ground into a puree and mixed with snowflakes and gravel.

Whoosh!

In the midst of the chaos, Lin Yun, who broke through the air, rushed towards Xinyan on Ma Chengshang without looking back.

There were snowflakes and stone chips, hitting his face, and it was extremely painful, but he had no scruples.

In the turbulent wind, he went straight to Xinyan.

The eldest prince on the carriage looked calm, and when he saw Lin Yun approaching little by little, he remained calm.

As if Lin Yun was just air, no one knew what he was thinking.

Just when Lin Yun was about to approach the carriage, three sword lights appeared for no reason. The true essence was agitated, and the sword lights criss-crossed, and in front of the eldest prince and Xinyan, a sword net of wanton edge was laid down.

The three who took action were Wang Feng of Shuiyue Mountain Villa, Ji Wuheng of Hunyuan Sect, and Tang Jie of Qintian Academy, who were the core disciples of each sect in the Qingxuan Society.

All three of them had the tenth level of Xuanwu cultivation, and even Lin Yun's swordsmanship was terrifying, and they all pushed their cultivation to the extreme.

Obviously, it is to fight Lin Yun's life and seize the weakness of his cultivation base only at the eighth level of Xuanwu.

Ji Wuheng, Wang Feng, and Tang Jie had different sects, and in terms of tacit understanding, they would definitely not be comparable to the elites of Shenceying. But the three of them are all core disciples of the sect, and they are ranked second in the sequence of the Great Qin Empire.

The combination of the three is far more terrifying than the elite charge of the Shence Camp of hundreds of meters.

Seeing that the three terrifying swords were about to overlap, a difficult choice was placed in front of Lin Yun.

Back, not back?

Retire, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity will be missed. Palm Broken Mountains and Rivers map, but it is impossible to sacrifice it once. When the Shence Camp stabilizes, it is almost impossible to break through the layers of killing formations.

can't go back...

These three sword beams fell, and even if they could be broken, they would have to be injured on the spot. If you are a little careless, you will even fall on the spot and die without a whole corpse.

The opponent's sword will not have any affection left.

Do not return!

Between the light and flint, Lin Yun no longer has the slightest confusion in his eyes, and the half-step innate sword intent was urged to the extreme by him. The burial flower in his hand trembled, and all seventy-one purple irises bloomed in his dantian, and the surging aura suddenly burst out in his body.

Bang!

The burial foil sword under the blessing of the half-step innate sword intent collided fiercely with the three overlapping sword beams.

Amidst the loud noise, a dazzling light erupted, like the scorching sun reappearing, and the intuition of the crowd in all directions was extremely dazzling.

rub rub!

In the battle of sword intents, the invisible sword force turned into ripples and radiated out like a substance.

On the ten-mile-long street in the snowstorm, a long sword with a long sword was out of the control of everyone, and he let go with a clanging sound.

"My sword!"

"This... is too strong, this kind of sword intent is simply unheard of."

"It's terrifying, Lin Yun actually blocked it. The swordsmen of the three top forces joined forces, but they didn't suppress him!"

Under the terrifying atmosphere, the crowds on both sides of the street showed extremely surprised expressions in their eyes.

Wang Feng of Shuiyue Mountain Villa, Ji Wuheng of Hunyuan Sect, and Tang Jie of Qintian Academy all looked a little ugly.

The three of them joined forces, but they couldn't suppress Lin Yun in terms of sword intent.

With a loud bang, the two sides in mid-air pushed away.

The dazzling sword light burst and turned into a fierce wind, sweeping all directions.

In the turbulent wind, Ji Wuheng's three people's eyes flashed gloomy and cold, they looked at each other, and their bodies were violent.

"Smoke and clouds are rising!"

"Iron Lock Hengjiang!"

"A sword soars to the sky!"

The moment the ultimate move was released, there was an overwhelming sword light, forming a mountain and tsunami-like air, sweeping towards Lin Yun.

"Good come!"

In the snowflakes flying, Lin Yun was covered in blood stained Tsing Yi, and when he saw the three ultimate moves, he was not panicked at all.

In his hands, the Shuiyue swordsmanship, which was cultivated to the transformation realm, showed astonishing power.

Bang!

When the Shuiyue sword momentum soared to the extreme, Lin Yun's figure suddenly burst, and in mid-air, nine afterimages, true and false, false and true, he scattered like white clouds. The domineering swordsmanship that was so arrogant to the extreme became ethereal and agile in an instant.

Surprised, unpredictable.

"what happened?"

The expressions of Ji Wuheng and the others changed slightly, and their eyes flashed with surprise. Lin Yun, who was clearly locked by them, was suddenly unable to ponder.

Nine afterimages, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and the ultimate move in his hand is uncertain for a while.

"Mirror Flowers Water Moon!"

With a soft drink, nine afterimages in mid-air overlapped in an instant, and at the moment of overlap, the moonlight of Qinglong changed on Lin Yun.

Cloudy and sunny, the situation changes.

The snowflakes are falling, the clouds are falling and the rain is falling, and the color is bright. The cold light at the tip of the sword is blooming like a flower, the sky is clear and the water is clear, and the falling flowers and the bright moon fly together!

The flying snow, the cold wind, the moonlight, and the falling flowers all seemed to slow down under this sword, and it slowed down into a painting called Jinghuashuiyue.

When he stabbed his sword out, Lin Yun looked like a drop fairy walking out of the painting, wearing a neon clothes woven by moonlight.

A sword broke out of the painting.

Ji Wuheng and the three of them didn't have time to react at all, they broke the painting and released a sword like a dance of a fairy, smashing the swords of the three.

Pfft!

When Jianmang rolled over, the three of them spat out blood and were slashed down in mid-air.

The swords scattered in the air, like broken drawing paper, fly with the snowflakes, and the streamer scatters, and the beauty is boundless.

"Oh my God!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"What did I see..."

After the stunned crowd woke up, the exclamations came one after another, and they couldn't stop at all.

If it was said before, Lin Yun's swordsmanship only showed the tip of the iceberg of Transformation Realm. That sword, this sword, the mirror flower water moon, will show the mystery of the transformation to the pinnacle of the peak, which is breathtaking.

In particular, this sword-wielding person, who cut off his profound veins three months ago, became a crippled person.

But after March, when he made a comeback, the light he showed was almost impossible to look at.

With one sword, the three of them were hit hard, and Lin Yun was castrated, falling towards Xinyan.

"It's over..."

The eldest prince Qin Yu, who had been silent from beginning to end, suddenly spoke up.

boom!

When his voice fell, a terrifying coercion suddenly erupted from the rear of the carriage, ruling the world like a king. Suddenly, everyone felt a huge pressure falling on them.

In an instant, many people's legs and feet trembled and they felt unable to stand still.

"Purple Palace Realm Powerhouse!"

Everyone's face changed greatly, this great pressure,

Lin Yun looked up, and saw a palm ray crashing down, and a golden flame-like brilliance bloomed on the palm awn. The palm light fell like a mountain, and Lin Yun, whose peak sword power had not yet dissipated, was blasted out on the spot.

"Pfft!"

Spitting out blood, Lin Yun fell heavily onto the snow.

"Eldest Prince, it has been ascertained that he came alone. There are not any masters of the Purple Palace around, and there are quite a few disciples of the High Heaven Sword Pavilion mixed in the crowd, but there is not a single elder from the Purple Palace, let alone the sword-wielding elder. trace."

A sound transmission sounded in the ears of the eldest prince on the carriage, and his face couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.

The reason why he never killed Lin Yun was because he, from beginning to end, did not believe that Lin Yun really came alone.

There must be someone protecting him. In the Great Qin Empire, no one dared to disobey him so blatantly.

This is sending death, he doesn't believe it, Lin Yun really dares to come to send death, there must be something to rely on.

Unexpectedly, the result surprised him greatly, this Lin Yun really came alone.

A lone hero?

If you want to be a hero, just die for me...

With a flash of coldness in his eyes, Qin Yu ignored Xinyan and nodded without a trace.

The master of Lin Yun's Zi Mansion, who had attacked and retreated before, reappeared, slapped him again, and killed Lin Yun as if he was chasing his soul.

With just one palm, there was Jinghua Shuiyue's sword power to resist, but Lin Yun was not lethal.

But this palm was falling, and Lin Yun didn't have such a chance.

Under the Purple Mansion, there are all ants, and the gap is too big.

But at this moment, a huge fist suddenly burst out in the air, rushed over like a dragon like a tiger, and charged towards the palm light fiercely. With a loud bang, the palm and fist bursts at the same time.

Whoosh!

In midair, a figure wearing a white faceless mask appeared in the snow to block the master of the Purple Mansion.

The eyes of the gray-clothed old man in the purple residence were condensed, and he looked directly at this person: "Hid your head and show your tail, dare you take off your mask?"

"You don't care who I am, if you want to kill Lin Yun, pass me first!"

The mysterious master who suddenly appeared, his eyes were calm, and he responded lightly.

who is it?

There was a trace of doubt in everyone's heart, what is the origin of this person, and he actually dared to take care of the first prince's affairs.

Looking at the movement and the fist, it doesn't look like someone from the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

The eldest prince also flashed a strange look in his eyes, showing a little puzzlement. Didn't he say that there was no one coming from the High Heaven Sword Pavilion?

"Today Lin Yun will die, no one can keep him, and you are no exception!"

The sharp edge in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man was cloudy and domineering, making people palpitate, and it was incomparably sharp.

boom!

The voice fell, and the gray-clothed old man stepped out step by step in the snow and walked slowly towards Lin Yun.

Every step you take will leave footprints in the snow. There seem to be mysterious marks left in the footprints, and the falling snowflakes cannot be hidden.

After seven steps out, the aura of the gray-clothed old man completely suppressed the wind and snow in the sky.

He is like a block of sky, ruthlessly and domineering forcing him over, bringing huge pressure on people.

"If you have the guts, you can take a step forward and try it!"

The figure with a white faceless mask in mid-air fell gently beside Lin Yun, with his feet hanging in the air, leaving no trace on the snow.

The mighty, suffocating old man in gray frowned slightly.

The breath on the body suddenly became extremely cold, but after all, the footsteps were not stepping out, staring at the white figure with the mask.

who is it? So arrogant, dare to compete with Zifu!