oll!

An angry shout like thunder resounded through the sky, and there was a humming sound that trembled in everyone's ears.

But before it was too late to be surprised, Lin Yun punched him out.

The ancient power of the dragon and elephant boils in the body, and the power of the Thirty Cauldrons and the tenfold condensed true essence of the sword art are combined in an instant. In mid-air, the handsome young man with a gloomy face suddenly screamed and screamed like an ancient beast.

Whether it's Leng Haoyu's sword glow, or Lin Zhiyuan's fist glow, with only the remaining power, it's completely impossible to compete with this terrifying punch. The person who just showed a fierce light and wanted to seriously injure Mo Ling in one fell swoop was stunned and flew out on the spot.

Buzz!

The loud noise of the power of the Thirty Cauldrons erupted, like the resounding holy sound of the ancient battle cauldron, mixed with the sound of the sword from the high pit, and it buzzed. Under such a sharp edge, the youthful T-shirt squeaked loudly, shocking people.

With one punch, the two Dragon Cloud Leaders were repelled.

Although it's just Yu Wei, this momentum is still a little too amazing.

Who is coming?

Naturally, together with Mu Chen, Lin Yun rushed to the tomb of Xingjun. When he saw Mo Ling who was fighting with the two, his anger ignited.

It is extremely shameless for the two top leaders of the Dragon Cloud to join forces to besiege Mo Ling.

Almost in an instant, the Seven Profound Steps reached their peak, and they rushed over at a tragic moment at an astonishing speed.

With one blow, the two of them were repelled, and Lin Yun ran the Seven Profound Steps again, landing in front of Mo Ling while breathing.

"Lin Yun?"

Leng Haoyu and Lin Zhiyuan were taken aback, for a moment, they all thought that the person who shot was Tianjian Zong Zhangyuan. But after seeing it clearly, I never expected that it was Lin Yun, the shit-burial playboy who was completely ignored by the two of them.

Although the two of them are ranked low on the Dragon Cloud List, they are still high on the outside of the list.

It is Zhang Yuan, the core disciple of the overlord-level forces, who can be a little bit eye-catching, and others are completely dismissive.

Especially this Lin Yun, a swordsman who came out of the Great Qin Empire, even if he defeated Cao Zhen, it was still far from enough in the eyes of the two of them.

After the initial surprise, the look in Leng Haoyu's eyes immediately turned gloomy. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile, but it was a coincidence. Since he just saw it, he should kill it.

This guy is on the wanted list of Xueyulou himself.

Killing him in front of the Sifang sect is worthy of the sect's prestige.

"Listen to me, leave here first, and wait until the people from Tianjianzong come. This Leng Haoyu will not show mercy to you..."

Mo Ling hurriedly said to Lin Yun regardless of her injuries.

She and Leng Haoyu have dealt with Leng Haoyu many times, and she knows each other's personality well. Just like a poisonous snake, she will never let go of an opportunity.

"Since you're here, don't leave." Leng Haoyu grinned, staring at Lin Yun with icy eyes, and said gloomily, "You are really scary, the news I got before March was just a new entry. Zifu, who has been promoted to the Yang Profound Realm at the moment. In the sea of ????Ku Shuo, I am afraid that the harvest is not small, but unfortunately... you met me, luck

No matter how strong you are, you have to die here today! "

When the words fell, he gave Lin Zhiyuan a look, and said coldly, "Do it!"

This guy, as cunning as always, first used words to attract Lin Yun, and then suddenly ordered Lin Zhiyuan to do it.

If it were an ordinary person, if he only focused his attention on him, he would be caught off guard on the spot.

Lin Zhiyuan sneered, and a terrifying fist filled with the turbulent real essence. The whole body exudes a faint purple brilliance, and in this fist, there is a rather heavy mountain momentum, which is mighty.

"die!"

It soared into the air, clenched its five fingers, and threw a punch.

In midair, the sound of the mountains trembling suddenly resounded, and the roaring fist made the ground tremble violently. The background of the leader of Long Yun Bang, just one punch, makes people palpitated.

Under such prestige, the air seemed to be shattered.

"Be careful!"

Seeing this, Mo Ling exclaimed in surprise.

"Play with you."

Lin Yun's expression was calm, but there were faint ripples in the depths of his eyes, the vast sword intent.

Accompanied by this ripple, the Ziyuan Sword Art immediately boiled, and the true essence condensed by the water of Xuanyin at the Zifu swayed in waves. Suddenly there was a violent power, and under the blessing of this sword intent, it filled the whole body.

When he is at the peak of the Yin Profound Realm, his true essence will be able to compete with the Yang Profound Realm.

The promotion from the Profound Yin Water to the Yang Profound Realm has long since been reborn, and even if it is only true essence, the difference will not be much higher.

Allowing the coercion of this fist to blow his clothes into a rattling sound, Lin Yun raised his hands and clenched his fingers tightly. It was also a surge of true essence, it was also a violent surge in the air, and it was also a ruthless punch to meet it.

It's just that in the light of his fist, the power of thirty cauldrons and elephants is mixed, and there is also a wisp of silver sword intent.

Bang!

The fists collided heavily in mid-air, and a loud bang exploded in mid-air. It was like two ancient savage beasts as huge as mountains, rushing to kill in the memory.

Boom!

The holy sound was loud and clear, the sword intent hummed, and the echoes continued.

A strange color flashed in Lin Zhiyuan's eyes. The power of his punch, let alone hurting Lin Yun, didn't even have the upper hand.

It's unbelievable, incredible.

"Innate Sword Intent?"

But Leng Haoyu, who was watching the battle not far away, frowned tightly.

Although there was only a wisp of sword intent lingering in the fist, he keenly sensed that it was indeed a congenital sword intent, and he was immediately shocked.

In the huge Nanhua Ancient Territory, among the leaders of the young generation, there are only a handful of people who can master the Innate Sword Intent, no more than a dozen people at most.

There is really no resemblance. How did a young man who had just reached the Yang Profound Realm, but was only eighteen years old, achieve this step.

To know his own innate sword intent, even Xiaocheng is a little short of fire, but it is enough to shock many people.

boom! boom! boom!

Between the lightning and flint, the two in mid-air fought dozens of moves. Lin Yun competed against each other, fisted to the flesh, and the sharpness that burst out of his body was no less than in the slightest.

"But so..."

Lin Yun's eyes flashed a clear look, slightly disdainful, no wonder the other party's ranking on the Dragon Cloud Ranking was so low.

Compared with Yang Fan, even Guo Xu is a lot different, it is true that his strength is not enough.

"You bastard!"

Leaders from all over the world gathered, and in front of everyone's eyes, Lin Zhiyuan, who was the evildoer of the Dragon Cloud List, suddenly had a very difficult look on his face.

Seeing that ray of disdain in Lin Yun's eyes, he was instantly furious.

His whole body became violent, and in the blink of an eye, the two ultimate moves of Jueyun Fist swept towards Lin Yun like a comet.

boom! boom!

But when these two fists fell on Lin Yun, he was shocked to find out. On Lin Yun's body, I do not know when a purple-gold armor was condensed. The armor flashed with light, and an ancient dragon elephant shone with golden light.

This surpassed the limit, and was completed by Lin Yun to the seventh-level Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Art.

The two Cloud Jue Yun fists bombarded the battle armor and were immediately neutralized, without hurting Lin Yun in the slightest.

Just when Lin Zhiyuan was extremely surprised, a cold light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and a shocking killing intent burst out in his body.

Seven Killing Fist, blame the gods for injustice!

Lin Yun took a step forward, and suddenly the sky filled with killing intent, causing the wind and the clouds to rise together, and the sky and the earth paled.

The moment he took this step, he immediately caught up with Lin Zhiyuan, who was blown away. He was obviously alone, but the killing intent seemed to be galloping.

kill!

When the thousands of horses and thousands of troops shouted a killing word at the same time, Lin Yun punched out, and the blood and sorrow in his chest were all vented out.

Pfft!

Lin Zhiyuan vomited blood on the spot and flew hundreds of meters away.

"kill!"

Another killing sound erupted, and Lin Zhiyuan on the ground was so frightened that he lost his mind. Before he could get up completely, he bent his body and ran wildly.

But just when Lin Yun was about to throw this punch, a rather sinister aura suddenly spread over, and Lin Yun immediately retracted his punch and retreated.

Whoosh!

But he still took a step back, and a ferocious wound was drawn on his side, with blood spattering.

It was Leng Haoyu. He figured out that Lin Yun couldn't avoid this sword. Seeing that Lin Yun was stabbed, he immediately sneered and killed him.

Chi Chi!

The blood-like mist was lingering on his sword, and the sword qi rang vertically and horizontally, and the air that split the air squeaked. It is the blood evil sword qi, which is quite sinister swordsmanship. Once it is targeted, it is like being bitten by a poisonous snake.

"die!"

This Leng Haoyu was quite decisive, and he was sure to hit with a single blow, so he didn't plan to give Lin Yun a way out.

He planned to use the bloody sword technique to directly kill Lin Yun.

rub! rub! rub!

Lin Yun didn't have a sword in his hand, he missed the first move, and was instantly forced by this person in danger, and he kept retreating.

"I thought you were so powerful, but you're just a piece of shit, and you're embarrassed to call yourself a burial dude with just that little skill? A joke!"

Seeing that Lin Yun was being forced to retreat continuously, and he was struggling to walk under his own sword, this Leng Haoyu's eyes suddenly flashed a smug look.

What about the Innate Sword Intent? The same death!

The blood sword burns the sky!

In the roar, the sword all over his body burned like blood, and the momentum seemed to burn through the clouds in the sky, and the sword fell. The blood flames squirmed in the sky, like a demon in hell, about to be released, strange and evil.

In the blink of an eye, the blood flames condensed by the sword force in the sky annihilated Lin Yun in it.

This sword's prestige was too fierce, and the blood flames were even more alarming. Outsiders almost noticed that Lin Yun was drowned in it.

This endless blood flame engulfed Lin Yun and burned roaringly.

sword!

But before everyone could lose their voices and exclaimed, they heard a light drink, and the majestic sword intent, passing through the vast flames, reverberated between the heaven and the earth.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The swordsmen who were watching the battle nearby didn't react yet, and the sword in their hands was thrown out of their hands. The sword shadows filled the sky, and one of them was like a flickering flicker.

Domineering sword, rush to thunder and cut electricity!

The majestic sword stance rose from the fire to the sky. The dazzling sword light, like a lightning bolt that broke through the horizon, crushed the burning blood flames into powder on the spot with an unparalleled edge.

The momentum was awe-inspiring, and the blood flames with the potential to burn the sky had not yet truly trapped Lin Yun. It was cut into fireflies all over the sky by his domineering sword, swaying desolately like leaves in the autumn wind. How is it worthy to compete with Ba Jian!