Chapter 1120

When the silver spear was held in Leng Aoran's hand, the night turned from crimson to blood-red, and the crescent moon was hidden in the blood, like a beauty wearing red makeup.

Weird, ghostly, terrifying.

Under such a night, Lin Yun stood in the void, and he wore a silver moon mask on his face. The body was blooming with silver brilliance, and a long silver hair was splitting down, much longer than the usual green silk.

Wow!

The silver hair rose slightly in the wind, and Lin Yun held the purple jade divine bamboo flute and landed on a broken ruin.

Funeral dude!

Leng stared at each other proudly, his eyes flashing with a strange blood light, and a smile on the corner of his mouth. His appearance, under this moonlight, looks very strange, as if he can distort people's hearts at any time.

One look can make people fall into the purgatory-like environment of Shura, fall into it forever, and fall into madness.

"After seeing my Xuantian Heavy Armor, and knowing that the Holy Soldier fell into my hands, you still dare to appear, it is really a bit unexpected to me. Leng Arrogantly smiled evilly, looking at Lin Yun unscrupulously.

When he fought with Yan Teng and the three of them before, he was vaguely aware that there were eyes watching in the distance.

Leng Aoran didn't care, especially after getting the holy soldier, he didn't care.

It's okay if the other party doesn't show up, but if he does, he will be sent to death.

Funeral dude?

Hehe, just look for death!

"Let's do it. ”

Lin Yun glanced at the hole in his shoulder, the blood was still flowing, and the injury was not light. If he was at his peak and held the holy soldier in his hand, Lin Yun would have to be a little afraid.

But that's all, now that there is an injury in the body, and the hole cards are all known, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"You guy, you really don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, I'll see who you are under this mask!"

Leng smiled arrogantly and stepped out.

His speed was so fast that he disappeared from everyone's view almost instantly, but he had just taken a step. The sound of the flute immediately sounded, and a purple kite bloomed as if it appeared out of thin air.

Clang!

Leng proudly waved the silver spear in his hand and smashed the flying purple kites, but he himself was forced into shape.

Bang!

Without waiting for him to react, the continuous flute sound accompanied by the sword intent of Tongtian kept ringing under Lin Yun's blowing.

At the same time, Lin Yun's eyes were tightly closed, his green shirt agitated, and one after another purple kite flowers burst out from his body.

After a while, snow fell all over the sky.

Xiao Yin is like dripping rain, visible all over the sky, Xiao Yin is like a boundless sea of flowers, blooming with flowers, you can smell it everywhere, and it is like a beauty like the moon, independent of the world, and it makes people reverie.

This song is visible, audible, and imaginable, and the sky is eternal, once the wind and the moon are all in the boundless wind and snow.

Majestic vision, magnificent!

Ben Thunder Demon Sword's face immediately became ugly, he wanted to kill him, but he directly suppressed the other party with the silver spear in his hand, and took off Lin Yun's mask directly.

Unexpectedly, before he took a step, he was repelled by this Xiao Yin.

Bang Bang Bang!

The silver spear in his hand was dazzled by the wielding of it, the purple kite flowers were chopped up, and the wisps of sword light were blasted.

But he couldn't get close half a step, but under the pressure of Xiao Yin, he retreated step by step.

Laugh at!

A petal flew away, and the Thunder Demon Sword did not avoid it in time, and his cheek was stabbed with blood.

"It's endless!"

A flash of anger flashed in Leng Aoran's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he directly poured Xingyuan into the holy soldier in his hand.

Rumble!

In an instant, a hundred holy patterns bloomed, and a violent and incomparable coercion burst out, and the holy soldiers were far stronger than Yan Teng in his hands.

Click!

In the void, countless petals shattered, and he held a silver spear to destroy the withering and decaying, and drove straight into the wind and snow and petals.

Rumble!

Lin Yun's long hair flew up in an instant, the sharp edge on his body bloomed, and the melodious sound of the flute turned into an earth-shattering long tune.

It was like a waterfall rolling upside down in the wind, soaring into the sky, and at the same time, his sword intent to Tongtian continued to skyrocket, from Tongtian Xiaocheng, to Tongtian Dacheng, and then to Tongtian peak consummation.

Airplanes!

That elongated flute sound emitted a piercing and incomparably sharp sound, like a phoenix's roar, reaching its peak at the same time as the sword intent of Tongtian.

The silver spear that drove straight in, when it was still two feet away from Lin Yun, was blocked by a sound wave and a vision of sword intent derivation.

The tip of the spear was shining brightly, with thunder and lightning like blood, dazzling.

But no matter how hard the Ben Thunder Sword Demon tried, in the face of such a powerful vision, it could never be broken.

Rumble!

On the ruins, Lin Yun's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment.

In an instant, Lin Yun's sharp flute sound, which had reached its peak, suddenly turned tactful. It was like turning into a wind dragon, spinning among the clouds, turning faster and faster, and sweeping away the bloody night.

Wow!

The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the starlight fell in the sky.

Lin Yun was dressed in a silver robe, draped in the starlight that fell from the sky, and his fingers kept moving. This purple kite flying song is so fast that it is unimaginably fast, and the starlight that falls on him seems to be distorted.

Sword shadows burst out from his body, forming a sword formation in the blink of an eye.

The Purple Kite Sword Formation is peerless!

The sword shadow formed a formation, and Lin Yunren rose into the air from the ruins, carrying boundless sword intent, wrapped in the starlight in the sky, and forced forward in the flying snowflakes.

Ben Thunder Demon Sword's face changed greatly, he put away the holy spear, and waved his hand to replace it with the sword he had used before.

Replacing a sword with a gun is a little uncomfortable for him after all.

The sword light waved in his hand, and it could be clearly seen that each of his sword lights had turned into a blood electric dragon. The dragon was like a magic whip hundreds of feet long, constantly slapping on the sword array.

But the sword array is like a mountain, and with the blessing of the heavenly sword intent and Xiao Yin, there is no flaw at all.

The figure of the Ben Thunder Demon Sword, in full view of everyone, was constantly forced back by Lin Yun.

"Nine Dragons Break the Sky!"

Leng Arrogantly was extremely aggrieved, completely angry, and a sword was swung out, filling the air with a sea of blood. In the vast sea of blood, the nine dragon shadows broke through the sea and roared towards the Purple Kite Sword Array.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were dyed blood, and everyone felt the madness of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Lin Yun was not afraid at all, and his flute sounded like a storm and rain, and suddenly became heavy. Every flute sound is like a mountain rising from the ground, as if the sky is falling, and the eardrums of people who are shocked tremble and dizzy.

Purple Kite Sword Formation, Reversal!

Nine turns to one, the phoenix sings and the sun rises!

The majestic sword array suddenly reversed, and Lin Yun's already terrifying sword intent became more and more terrifying in the reversal. After the ninth turn, he reached a terrifying sword intent close to the fourth grade.

Thundered!

The nine blood dragons that flew in slammed into the reversed sword array, and the void bloomed with a dazzling light.

It's horrible!

Everyone watched all this dumbfounded, completely unthinking that a person with just one flute could force the Thunder Demon Sword to such a point.

Boom!

In the bright and chaotic light, a phoenix roared, and the morning sun rose behind Lin Yun.

Under the illumination of this morning sun, the blood light in the sky was all dispelled, and Lin Yun walked out of the sun, he was handsome and extraordinary, like a god, shining.

Poof!

The cold and arrogant Nine Blood-colored Jiaolong was completely crushed by the sword array, and a mouthful of blood spit out, and he didn't have time to catch his breath. In the sword array, there was an ice phoenix dressed in brilliant lights, swooping towards him.

The sound of the flute is endless, covering the ice phoenix with wings and a layer of holy light.

Boom!

The Thunder Demon Sword flew out of the air, and the whole person fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string.

Whew!

In the depths of the forest clouds, the sound of the hole flute entered the ears, resounding through the heavens and the earth, as if the colorful clouds were chasing the moon and going across the sky.

"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"

Just when everyone felt that the crumbling Thunder Demon Sword was certain to die, a terrifying edge suddenly erupted on his body. A layer of Xuanjia exudes a metallic luster, shining on the sky and the galaxy, and the body is infinitely coercive after all, after all, the astral realm.

Xuantian Treasure!

Everyone was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that this person was still a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and this strongest hole card was not used.

Click, click, click!

The Ben Thunder Demon Sword relied on the Xuantian heavy armor, and rushed over with Xiao Yin, his eyes were blood-red, and the whole person fell into a demonic daze.

Click!

The Xuantian heavy armor on his body, as it continued to approach, faintly cracks exploded. But after all, he rushed into the Purple Kite Sword Formation, and the speed at which the heavy armor broke continued to accelerate, and Leng Arrogantly didn't care about it at all.

"Funeral dude, your time of death has come!"

Leng laughed arrogantly, and before the words fell, the sword light stabbed out.

He calculated very accurately, Lin Yun's purple kite flying song has come to an end. As long as he survives the most dangerous sword formation, he can kill the opponent in front of him, and he can solve the opponent with one sword.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, his sword stabbed directly into Lin Yun's heart, and countless exclamations immediately sounded on the ground.

But Leng Ao was immediately surprised to find that there were heavy holy patterns entwined in the other party's heart, and his killing sword could never pierce through it.

He was just about to retreat, but Lin Yun put down the hole flute and pointed over.

One leaf, one Bodhi, one flower, one world!

The sea of sevenfold flowers bloomed and overlapped behind Lin Yun, and when he pointed out, the majestic sword light passed through like a dragon.

Poof!

The Xuantian heavy armor on Leng Aoran's body fell apart in an instant, and there was a terrifying hole in his body, and the whole person was directly blasted out.

His face was unimaginably pale, his breath was unprecedentedly weakened, and after he landed, he didn't dare to stay for a moment, dragging his remnants and fleeing frantically.

Burst!

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth overflowed with blood stains, slowly falling from the air, protected by the Silver Moon Mask, and a sword failed to pierce his heart.

But his injuries were not light, but they were not as serious as Leng Aoran, and he still had the strength to fight.

"Lin Yun, are you alright!" In the sword box, Xiaoice Feng asked nervously.

Lin Yun said lightly: "Don't care, you go to chase the Thunder Demon Sword, he can't run too far." ”

"Someone is chasing after you. ”

"Don't care, I know who it is, go chase people first. ”

"Oh. ”

Lin Yun turned around, his body turned in the void, and in the blink of an eye, he landed cross-legged on a boulder.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Not long after, in his field of vision, three figures appeared first. Yan Teng, Xuan Fei, and Lei Lan rushed over with the three personal disciples, their faces were not good, and they rushed over with murderous spirits.

Seeing Lin Yun sitting cross-legged and seeing the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Yan Teng's eyes lit up, and his heart was overjoyed.

This guy is really injured!

I knew that Fang Cai's cold and arrogant life-killing sword would definitely not be able to follow so easily.

"Burial dude, I didn't expect it!" Yan Teng's mouth curled into a smile, and a smug look flashed in his eyes, even if you forced the Thunder Demon Sword away, it still fell into my hands in the end.

He was now cornered, and the holy soldier was snatched away by the Ben Thunder Demon Sword, and he made a dog for the other party in public.

Returning to the Hanging King Hall is a dead end, but if the head of the burial playboy is brought back, the senior brother may be able to spare his life.

"He's killed a lot of evil cultivators in the past month, and his net worth is unimaginable!" Xuan Fei's eyes flashed with greed, and he licked his dry tongue and lips.

Lei Lan's eyes were burning, and he said coldly: "Hehe, this mask on his face is afraid that it is a holy weapon!"

Hallows!

Yan Teng's gaze instantly became hot, if he could bring it back, I am afraid that he could offset the loss of the Holy Soldier being taken.

"Kill him!"

Yan Teng instructed the disciples of the Hanging King Hall behind him, and Xuan Fei and Lei Lan gave the same order.

The three of them were seriously injured, even if they were sure that Lin Yun was stabbed in the center and had no strength to fight, they still didn't dare to take too many risks.

Whew!

The eyes of the three sect disciples in the back immediately fell on Lin Yun, and the killing intent in their eyes surged, but they were a little jealous.

Just after the first battle, the funeral dude was shocked in their eyes.

"Are you sure you're willing to die for him?"

Lin Yun's tone did not fluctuate, his gaze swept over, and he asked calmly.

"Kill him, the treasure will be divided equally!" Yan Teng's eyes were cold, and he gritted his teeth.

Whew!

A group of people immediately did not hesitate, the temperament of these disciples of the three sects was not very good, and the Qiu family hall also ridiculed and mocked Lin Yun in every way that day.

Right now, hearing the words of Yan Teng's treasures being equally divided, they rose into the air one by one, without the slightest hesitation.

Look for death!

A look of indifference flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and the purple jade divine bamboo flute was placed on his lips, and the sound of the flute sounded instantly.

He's playing the sword!

A sword cuts through the clouds, and a sword breaks nine days.

A sword sweeps the eight wildernesses, and a sword flattens the four seas.

Nine days of floating clouds, eight desolations and four seas!

The sound of the flute is like a wave, wave after wave, storm and rain, and waves rushing into the sky. The storm came and went quickly, the short and violent sound of the flute, the sound shook the sky, and lightning tore through the void.

Bang! Bang!

The disciples of the three sects who flew in had just taken off and had not yet approached Lin Yun when their heads were shattered by Xiao Yin in mid-air.

Blood is splashed, everyone blooms like fireworks, and the picture is poignant and cruel.

Yan Teng's faces turned pale, and when they saw the terrifying scene in front of them, they only felt that their legs and feet were weak, and their whole bodies were trembling.

Is this the strength of the funeral dude?

Is this the pressure that the Ben Thunder Demon Sword is facing?

Thinking about it like this, the Ben Thunder Demon Sword could last for such a long time, and he almost stabbed Lin Yun to death with a sword, his strength was even more terrifying than the three of them imagined.

But the person in front of him is even more terrifying!

On the boulder, Lin Yun suddenly got up and looked at the three of them with cold eyes. The three of them were shocked by the aftermath of Xiao Yin, blood kept spilling out of their mouths, and their ears seemed to be still echoing with the aftermath of the sword.

"Do you really think I'm so injured that I don't even have the strength to fight?" I'm waiting for you!" Lin Yun said coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Yan Teng said in horror: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? have you forgotten so quickly?"

Lin Yun laughed, took off the mask on his face, and the delicate and handsome face was immediately and completely presented in front of the three of them.

Lin Yun!

The burial playboy turned out to be just Lin Yun from the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and the jaws of the three of them were about to fall in shock.

How is this possible?

Lin Yun pinned the Purple Jade Divine Bamboo Flute to his waist, flashed around, and came to the three of them, staring at Yan Teng, making the latter feel unimaginable fear.

He wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but his legs trembled, and he didn't listen to him.

"Since you can't stand on your dog's legs, then don't ask for it!"

Lin Yun summoned the funeral flower, the sword light flickered, Yan Teng's knee was instantly smashed, and he knelt down with a plop.

"Lin Yun, you are looking for death!" Yan Teng was heartbroken in pain, he glared at Lin Yun fiercely, and said angrily: "You bastard, if you dare to kill me, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect will be destroyed!"

"You dog-eyed like no one in your eyes, so don't do it!"

Lin Yun slashed with another sword, and Yan Teng's eyes were abolished in an instant, and blood kept pouring out of his eye sockets.

"My eyes!"

Yan Teng panicked painfully, he covered his eyes with his hands, and trembled uncontrollably.

"Since you like to deceive people, it's better not to want it!"

Lin Yun swung out two swords, the sword light flickered, blood was like a spring, and Yan Teng's arms immediately flew out.

"No! no!"

Yan Teng roared in despair, he regretted it to the point of no return, he didn't think at all that a genius who had been humiliated two days ago would come back with such a cruel way of revenge two days later.

"Hurt my demon pet, insult my dignity, you dog head can get out, don't be a man in the next life!"

Lin Yun flew with a sword, and Yan Teng's head flew out alone.

Dead!

Xuan Fei and Lei Lan were already frightened, they watched all this dumbfounded, and they couldn't make a sound when they opened their mouths wide.

They...... What kind of existence did they provoke?

Thump!

The two knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Lin ...... Lin Yun, he is the mastermind, Yan Teng...... It's the mastermind, and we really haven't thought about being your enemy. ”

"I'm the fairest person, you both gave me a palm, and I returned your sword at night. ”

Without waiting for the two of them to finish begging for mercy, Lin Yun swung out a sword and put it back into its sheath.

Boom!

Blood splattered on their necks, and they tried to cover their necks, but they couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

Lin Yun wore a mask, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.

In the eyes of the other sect disciples who rushed over, he was blowing the hole flute, wearing the moonlight, playing a tune that no one could understand, singing with a sword, and drifting away on the clouds.

A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a bosom friend at the end of the world.

A song of chaos, how can my generation be a thing in the pool, this sword body is extraordinary!

[It's still 5,000 words, two chapters and 10,000 words, this update is not less, right, the quality you want is okay.] Continue to ask for a monthly pass, a thousand votes a day, I really don't want to be blown up at the end of the month. The first of the month, I really want to get it, please. 】