Domineering sword, rush to thunder and cut electricity!

The two swordsmen in purple armor, who broke free from the shackles of killing intent, quickly resorted to their ultimate move, and each waved eighteen lightning-like sword beams while their wrists shook.

boom!

Thirty-six sword beams criss-crossed, like a heroic overlord who would seize the flag among thousands of troops, rushing on and on, like a broken bamboo. The vast killing intent that superimposed the Seven Killing Seals tore open cracks and slayed Lin Yun fiercely with a mighty momentum.

A stick of incense is only half an hour.

The nine purple armored swordsmen cooperated tacitly, and the innate sword intent was the same as him, and they also mastered the terrifying tyrant sword. Killing these nine swordsmen in purple armor without using a sword can be said to be as difficult as reaching the sky.

Does failure mean death? This test is really scary...

Then there is no madness and no survival!

Lin Yun shouted wildly, and a majestic electric light burst out from his body, instantly thunderous. The next moment, facing the thirty-six lightning flashes condensed by lightning, he rushed forward without dodging.

The cold light in his eyes burst into flames, staring straight at the swordsman in purple armor who was injured by him first, and the purple light surged on the opponent's body. The shattered armor is merging little by little, but it has not yet fused.

This is the opportunity!

A fleeting opportunity, don't miss it!

He rushed away, and the scenes looked extremely dangerous and terrifying.

boom!

Thirty-six sword beams instantly annihilated it, and they slammed into Lin Yun's battle armor, and the clanging sound exploded. The lingering sound stirred, and the piled up sword lights melted away, forming a sea of ??thunder and lightning that contained fierce sword intent.

Wang Yang blinked and looked at it, all the surging thunder was rolling, dazzling and dazzling. The terrifying scene is enough to make people tremble and stunned.

The purple-clothed armor that had escaped the catastrophe breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of sword light was poured into one person at the same time, and he had to abolish half his life if he didn't die. The armor on his body is slowly merging. It won't be long before he will be as complete as new, and it will be a bit difficult to kill him at that time.

Bang!

But at this moment, a dragon roar sounded in the thunder and lightning, and the wind and thunder roared. A cyan figure wearing a Canglong battle armor burst out of the sea. His battle armor was branded with the ancient Canglong, and it was connected with Lin Yun's whole body, and the unprecedented might of the Canglong erupted.

die!

With a ferocious face, he killed him like lightning, and slammed it down with a punch. Before the battle armor was fully fused, the purple-robed swordsman was hit by the fist, and shattered into countless fragments with a smashing sound, and then evolved into a sky-filled spot of light.

"One."

Lin Yun's face was pale, and blood stains permeated, and he counted in his heart. Hardly resisting these thirty-six sword beams, even if you sacrifice the Canglong battle armor to protect the body, it is still a little uncomfortable.

Ka Ka Ka!

There was a sound of ice cracking, but it was the other six swordsmen in purple armor who broke free from the shackles of killing intent.

boom!

In an instant, eight icy gazes fell on Lin Yun without any hesitation. They were not bound, holding a long sword and carrying a fierce sword intent, and they charged towards Lin Yun with lightning in their changing shapes.

"It's really fast."

The corner of Lin Yun's mouth twitched into a smile, his body was surging with true essence, his blood was boiling, and he rushed up to meet the vast sword intent.

Seven killing fists, a glass of wine is hard to finish!

An air of loneliness and vicissitudes erupted from Lin Yun, and that loneliness will last forever.

Running out of wine?

It's not that the glass of wine is hard to finish, it's that the anger has not disappeared, the hatred has not been settled, the resentment has not stopped, how can a glass of wine be drunk!

Then let the anger in your heart be filled with rage, let the hatred in your heart last forever, let this full of resentment, let it be vented to the fullest. The next moment, this hatred, anger and resentment turned into endless pride and blood.

Lin Yun smiled grimly, clenched his fingers tightly, and punched out with a lot of emotions.

With one punch, all kinds of negative emotions multiplied the killing intent on the body, and once again madly condensed, like purgatory, coming to the world.

Bang!

Bearing the brunt, the sword formation formed by these eight people was instantly smashed by a punch. The murderous intent of the rampage is just like the substance, like waves surging and slapping non-stop.

clang! clang! clang!

The eight swordsmen in purple armor were cut apart, and each shot, waving the sword light, dealing with the fierce demon-like killing intent in front of him.

Seven Killing Fist, who is with me!

Lin Yun laughed loudly, feeling that his whole body was dripping with joy. The anger, hatred, and resentment that I had held in my heart before were gone, only pride.

Bang!

One person was caught by him, the sword light on his body was smashed, and the fist light fell straight away, bombarding the opponent's chest armor.

Click!

Immediately, a crack spread out, and it was abruptly smashed into the air for hundreds of miles. As he retreated, the purple armored swordsman waved his long sword in his hand, and the sword lights entangled like a dragon.

Flick the sword!

Lin Yun's long hair was flamboyant, and his right hand was raised, his fingertips were dazzling, and his sword intent was as bright as the sun. When the opponent's violent sword glow was about to fall, he flicked his fingers.

boom!

The sword light on the fingertips instantly shattered and smashed the dragon, which was derived from the opponent's sword light, and then went straight into the opponent's forehead.

"the second."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Yun turned around quickly, his fists danced, and he shot like electricity, resisting the sword moves of the remaining seven people.

clang! clang! clang!

The sword lights staggered, the sparks splashed around, and Lin Yun kept retreating. Although he tried his best to dodge and avoid the key points, there were also many sword lights that pierced through the Canglong battle armor, and blood was dripping all over his body not long after.

Time passed, and half of the incense stick burned.

Lin Yun's face was calm, without much panic, and he seemed to be retreating in embarrassment. The mental method of the Seven Killing Fist in the body kept running, and in the turbulent real yuan, black killing intent continued to seep out from the pores.

Before he knew it, the purple mist that filled his body turned into a terrifying black. The strong killing intent made his eyes see bloodshot, and in the dark and deep eyes, a boundless killing intent surged, gathering like an ocean.

He is going to use the Seven Killing Fist, the last three moves.

He seldom used this, and the last three moves were not used even once. This is a taboo boxing technique. It requires will to keep your mind, otherwise you will lose your mind and fall into the devil's way if you are not careful.

Even if the Innate Sword Intent reached its peak, he would not dare to act rashly. But right now, there is no choice.

Ka Ka Ka!

In a short time, the killing intent gathered in his body has reached an astonishing level, and the armor on his body was torn apart by the killing intent from the inside out.

The offensive of the seven purple armored swordsmen became more and more fierce, and they formed a formation. The terrifying sword glow is like an endless stream of mountains and seas. One wave has not dissipated, and another wave has already rushed.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun was about to retreat and was forced out of the Taoist stage.

"This kid is going to lose, the potential should be almost forced..."

The remnant soul in the broken sword fragment sighed softly in his heart, it was quite remarkable to be able to reach this level without the sword.

Even when the Sword Sect was not destroyed, such martial arts talent was enough to be proud of the world's peers, it's time to end...

Such tests were not intended for people to pass. The so-called failure or death is just a kind of oppression that pushes people to the limit. If this is the case, then the young disciples of Jianzong don't know how many people will die.

If you can pass three levels, you are considered qualified, if you can pass six levels, you are considered a leader, and if you can pass eight levels, it is rare.

As for those who pass the nine levels, it only happens once in ten years... or once in a hundred years?

How many, too long, he can't remember clearly. But now Lin Yun must have passed the test.

boom!

But at this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred, and the remnant soul in the fragment was taken aback, "This..."

Click!

When he retreated to the very edge of the Taoist platform, the blue dragon armor on Lin Yun's body exploded, and was completely torn apart by the killing intent gushing out of his body. The murderous intent gathered on Lin Yun's body almost condensed into substance, and instantly enveloped the entire arena.

His eyes were blood red, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a little sword light as dazzling as stars, guarding his last trace of wisdom.

Just as a lotus does not hold water, just like the sun and the moon do not hold in the sky.

Buddhist Seven Killing Seals!

Obviously, the killing intent is like the supreme Shura who came out of purgatory, but in his blood-colored eyes, people feel a kind of tranquility.

Bang!

Lin Yun, who once again displayed the Seven Killing Seals, had the killing intent rolling on his body, and in an instant, the seven purple-armored swordsmen were smashed back.

The fifth form of Seven Killing Fist, Heaven is not benevolent, life is not righteous!

Heaven is not benevolent, all beings are not righteous!

Standing in the rolling black mist, Lin Yun was full of long hair and danced wildly. Behind him, a vast figure appeared, densely packed with darkness, full of people who were suffering and suffering in the world. Those people were piercing and roaring.

God is not benevolent, life is not righteous!

All the grievances gathered on Lin Yun, and he clenched his fingers tightly, condensing the anger of the common people, and the entire Taoist platform kept shaking in front of these forces.

Bang!

When a punch was thrown, the seven people who had been blown away instantly retreated like cannonballs in the air, each spitting out blood, and the blood turned into light spots in the air.

The sixth form of the Seven Killing Fist, the blood is not exhausted, the battle is endless!

As soon as he succeeded, Lin Yun's fighting intent was endless. His blood burned at this moment, causing his own pressure to soar.

The blood is not exhausted, the battle to the death is endless!

With another punch, the battle armor on the seven purple armored swordsmen exploded, and each fell to the ground with a plop.

"Bajian, the stars explode!"

After those few people got up, their eyes flashed with determination, and the stars that were derived from the sword intent suddenly kept accumulating above their heads. In an instant, seven stars stood in the air, emitting a sword light of ten thousand feet, suppressing the monstrous killing intent on Lin Yun's body.

This is Ba Jian's third move, and its power is unprecedented.

It may not be as terrifying as Lin Yun's own display, but when these seven people display it at the same time, it is truly radiant and has the terrifying aura of suppressing the unparalleled demon.

In the depths of Lin Yun's bloody eyes, the bright sword light that was as bright as a star suddenly weakened at this moment.

Ethereal like a candle, shaky, and will go out at any time.

"not good!"

The remnant soul in the broken sword fragment was in a hurry. It was the light condensed by Lin Yun's sword intent, guarding the original heart. Once it is extinguished, the original heart is lost, but it is completely controlled by the killing intent and cannot be returned.

Just when he was about to force his shot, he was surprised to find that the candle in the boy's eyes, although it was no longer visible, was still burning stubbornly.

To the heart of the sword, unswervingly until death!

Lin Yun shouted wildly in his heart, and in response, he suppressed the rampant killing intent in his heart, and performed the last form of the Seven Killing Fist. Kill without mercy, behead to extinction!