The Xueyulou and his party came over in a mighty manner. The three old men in blood at the beginning had extremely gloomy expressions, all of whom were cultivations of the Yin-Yang Realm Xiaocheng.

The old man who You Qi spoke up was the Great Elder of the Inner Sect of the Xueyu Tower, and his strength was the most terrifying.

Lin Yun's own sword intent was extremely fierce, and his expression did not fluctuate in the face of the pressure of the three men. He just raised his brows and glanced roughly. The Heavenly Soul Realm powerhouse in the other party's door did not leave. Obviously, he was worried about his own identity, but he was worried about Senior Tang Yu.

There are also people from Sanjue Palace, who don't seem to want to interfere with this matter, and did not come with Xueyulou.

"Boy, what about you? Did you kill Leng Haoyu from the Blood Feather Tower?" Seeing that Lin Yun ignored him, the Great Elder of the Blood Feather Tower sank and shouted again coldly.

The voice contains true essence, and if you drink it coldly, if your cultivation base is slightly weaker, you will be injured by the shock of vomiting blood on the spot.

The rage in this life is also incomparably loud, attracting the attention of many people.

With the sword intent in his body, Lin Yun only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, but he was not injured. His expression was as usual, and he said lightly: "Isn't the Xueyulou wanting me from the beginning? I will kill this person or not, What does it matter?"

"When the old man asks you, you answer truthfully, no need for nonsense. Leng Haoyu, did you kill it!"

"Why do you talk nonsense with him, what so many people saw with their own eyes in front of Xingjun's ancient tomb, he didn't quibble if he wanted to."

"Just capture it directly, take it back to the Xueyu Tower, let him experience all the torture, and see if he dares to be stubborn."

"Get rid of him first!"

The elders of the Xueyu Building had a gloomy expression, their eyes filled with murderous intent, and their words were extremely overbearing, and they did not take Lin Yun seriously at all. His tone was getting bigger and bigger. He first asked him if he had murdered, and then said that he was directly caught. What was even more irritable was that he threatened to abolish him on the spot.

"Presumptuous, Lin Yun is the deacon of my Tianfu Academy, when will it be your turn to point fingers from the Blood Feather Tower!" At this moment, Mo Ling led a few elders of the academy and stood behind Lin Yun, with beautiful eyes in his eyes. The cold light is cold.

Lin Yun killed Leng Haoyu to save her. She had to keep Lin Yun no matter what she said today. One of the three yin and yang elders in the Xueyu Building saw Mo Ling standing up, and suddenly said coldly: "Deacon Keqing? Can a deacon Keqing compare with the lives of my core disciples in Xueyu Building? I advise you to be familiar with each other. It is best for Tianfu Academy not to interfere in this matter, otherwise, take a good look at it.

, the price for this man to fight with my Blood Feather Tower! "

Indeed, Deacon Keqing will leave sooner or later.

Compared with the core disciples of the sects, especially the core disciples like Leng Haoyu who have been on the Dragon Cloud List, the importance of their respective sects cannot be compared.

The threat in these words is quite strong.

Mo Ling's expression was stern, without the slightest fear: "Stop dreaming, Lin Yun is kind to my Tianfu Academy, even if he is not a member of the Academy today, Tianfu Academy will never sit idly by!"

The incomparably strong attitude surprised many outsiders.

In their opinion, after all, he is just a guest deacon, since he will leave sooner or later. There is no need to conflict with the Blood Feather Building because of this, after all, the gains outweigh the losses.

But at this moment, among the three blood-clothed old men, the Great Elder of the Blood Feather Building, who was silent for a while, suddenly burst out with majestic coercion and forced him without warning.

Boom!

This long-established coercion rolled in immediately. Except for Lin Yun, Mo Ling and others were all caught off guard.

"Girl, it's still not your turn to speak! Just this kid, if I kill it, I will kill it. Who can stop me?"

At the moment when the voice fell, it rose into the air, above Lin Yun's head like lightning, and when he raised his hand, it fell with a palm.

From the outbreak of the pressure of his Yin-Yang realm to the lightning-like shot, it was almost done in one go, flowing smoothly and dazzlingly fast.

If you change someone else, I am afraid that at this moment, he will be slapped into flesh by his palm on the spot.

boom!

The eldest elder of the Blood Feather Tower was in the air, and the moment he opened his five fingers, the sharp palms dented the ground sand and soil. Immediately, the ground under Lin Yun's feet was like a quagmire, and if he got stuck in it, he would definitely not be able to move.

Lin Yun has always been vigilant about this person, and his sword intent is on his body, and he almost reacts as soon as the other party moves.

But I still feel that under this palm, my body seems a little out of control.

Seven Profound Steps, the Golden Crow spreads its wings!

Without thinking too much, before his feet completely fell in, the golden black seal behind Lin Yun bloomed, and his arms spread out, like a golden black with wings, rising into the sky.

Bang!

The moment it was just vacated, the sunken ground exploded in an instant, and a sand pillar of hundreds of meters rose up. Lin Yun had already flashed quite fast, but he was still shaken by the aftermath.

"It runs quite fast, is it useful?"

The elder of the Blood Feather Building sneered, his clothes were windless, and the majestic palm that had not completely fallen was taken back by him abruptly.

Immediately, the retracted palm slammed towards Lin Yun in mid-air with even more terrifying pressure. The thick True Essence, condensing the blood-red giant palm, blasted out in this chapter, enough to crush mountains and traverse rivers.

"So irritable..."

"This Blood Feather Tower is really unreasonable. A dignified elder, with a cultivation base in the Yin-Yang Realm, said he would do it."

"Hey, if it's revenge, I guess I still want to hit Lin Yun's body with the Heavenly Star Bead. Other sects have come from afar, and there is no Heavenly Soul Realm powerhouse. It makes this Blood Feather Tower prestige."

"I think this Lin Yun is a little off. After all, he is just a guest deacon. I don't think the Tianfu Academy is necessarily trying to protect him."

"However, Lin Yun is not a fuel-efficient lamp. I didn't see the palm of my hand at all, and he flashed past."

"Anyway, even Ji Wuye has been defeated, how could he not even have this ability..."

"It's still very mysterious. Looking at the posture of Xueyulou, I made up my mind today to leave him in this dry sea."

No matter how strong Lin Yun was, in the end, he only had the cultivation of the Yang Profound Realm Dacheng. In the eyes of everyone, it would be too much of a loss to move the hand, and the situation is probably quite bad.

While speaking, Lin Yun was in danger under the fierce attack of the blood-clothed old man, and he was a little embarrassed.

The elders and disciples of the Blood Feather Tower suddenly sneered one by one.

"This guy didn't join the sect like us, and he dared to kill people at will. He is really not afraid of death."

"Deacon Keqing is Deacon Keqing after all. He thinks of himself too much. Xueyulou insists on killing him, and no one can save him!"

"Ji Wuye can't defeat him, I don't believe that the elders of the Yin-Yang realm will take action, and I still can't help him!"

Among the top ten outsiders, those who had been defeated by Lin Yun before looked rather amused. Seeing Lin Yun's situation, he was even a little happy and gloated.

"Senior Tang Yu..."

Seeing this, Mo Ling immediately looked at Senior Tang Yu, the strong man in the sky, with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Don't be impatient."

Senior Tang Yu looked solemn, but did not make a move.

He felt a little helpless in his heart, and he did not pay much attention to the three yin and yang elders of the Xueyulou. What really made him dread was the Heaven Soul Realm powerhouse, Wu Feng, who had been standing in the rear of the Blood Feather Tower!

This old guy stared at him so hard that he didn't dare to move rashly.

With just a little distraction, with the opponent's Celestial Soul Realm cultivation base, Lin Yun can be killed in one move in an instant. Although the current situation is dangerous, he has not yet reached the real death situation, and he can't be in chaos now.

But it's not an option to drag it on like this. When it was really a last resort, he could only fight to get injured and take Lin Yun to forcibly leave the place.

"die!"

There was another scream, and the Great Elder of the Blood Feather Building slapped it out with a palm. The blood-colored giant palm fell, the dust rose, the ground collapsed, and the layers burst.

It was very uncomfortable for Lin Yun to be chased. The opponent's attack was so fast that he couldn't draw his sword.

Without a sword in his hand, with this level of cultivation gap, a touch would be a serious injury.

"This kid..."

The blood-clothed old man frowned slightly, and after landing, his momentum paused a little. In a row, he shot a full seventy-two palms, without any pause, in one go, each palm had the power to crush the Yang Profound Realm.

But under such heavy pressure, Lin Yun was only slightly shaken by the aftermath. It seemed dangerous, but it was actually harmless at all.

At the moment, with such a continuous shot, the breath has been exhausted, and it must be slowed down for a while.

But the timing of this pause is also quite clever, and it is only for a moment, if you are not keen enough, you will hardly notice it.

Stopped?

Before Lin Yun fell to the ground, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and he turned around immediately, grabbing the funeral flower that popped out from the sword box behind him while beckoning, and drew his sword out of the scabbard.

Whoa!

The burial flower that was promoted to the treasure was overflowing with light, shining with a dreamlike light. The body of the sword was cold and piercing, and between the tremors, there was a palpitating chill that was daunting.

"Good sword."

Many people's eyes lit up and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Have you finally stopped running?" The blood-clothed old man grinned, turning into a blood shadow, and the blood shadow was like the wind, blowing over in the blink of an eye. When the blood light was condensed, his body shape was revealed, and he had already slammed nine palms in the air. Each palm glow is like a blood-colored mountain, and the nine mountains are connected together, covering the sky and the earth.

Endless majestic mountains.

"Sky Broken Clouds!"

The sword in Lin Yun's hand burst into a dazzling silver light in the air.

In the blooming silver light, it evolved into a boundless sword force, stirring up the yellow sand in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a storm of roaring yellow sand. The dust in the storm collided with sharp sparks on the rotating sword, and the sharp sword sound kept resounding.

It seems that the yellow sand storm condenses into a tornado, but it is actually a sturdy sword-blade storm with unparalleled sharpness.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the storm slammed into the falling mountain, smashing it down heavily, turning it into a bloody light that filled the sky.

"It's my turn too!"

Lin Yun raised his brows, the majestic sword intent in the depths of his eyes was released without reservation, and the funeral flower in his hand trembled for no reason. Accompanied by the loud sword sound, the sword force on his body became more and more fierce, like a sword Kaifeng, with a dazzling light.

At the end, when the sword intent on Lin Yun's body soared to a certain limit, the mad clouds in the sky fled wildly, like a sword traversing ten miles, forcibly slicing the boundless white cloud in half.

That kind of sword intent is spotless, compatible with the sky, and above the earth.

In an instant, the faces of the major sects on the edge of the Kushuo Sea, whether elders or disciples, all changed in an uproar.

"This sword intent..." "Peak perfection! It is definitely the innate sword intent of peak perfection!"