Chapter 146

Innate seven orifices, a powerful blow.

The sackclothed old man, how terrifying the roar of the mad dragon is. The fire-attribute spirit energy that erupted wildly on his body gave the impression that it was like a burning volcano.

But Lin Yun, without paying attention, shattered the opponent's qi.

In a more violent and fierce way, without turning back, he fiercely greeted him.

The two figures are constantly approaching in the air, and one of them is hot, like a violent volcano, exuding a faint dragon's might.

On the other side, the clothes are agitated, the long hair is flamboyant, and the body is like a purple jade, blooming with a faint glow, delicate and clear.

Crack clap!

The momentum of the two sides was surging in the air, constantly colliding, and bursts of crisp sound erupted.

"Lin Yun's aura... It's not false at all, and he's even stronger."

"It's unbelievable. From his step, the aura on this body is soaring. It seems that he is approaching the powerhouse of half a step."

"It has already begun to crush Wang Lao's momentum!"

"It looks a bit like the Dragon Tiger Fist of Hunyuanmen..."

"Dragon and tiger are powerful?"

Under the surprised and puzzled gazes of everyone, Lin Yunlei's flame war body, surrounded by the might of dragons and tigers, madly crushed Wang Lao's aura.

When the two fists collided, Wang Lao's aura had fallen to the bottom.

Amidst the loud noise, the fiery air waves erupted like magma.

Lin Yun was shocked by the giant force, knelt down on one knee, and landed on the lotus platform again.

There was a faint blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and the moment he raised his head, the delicate face under the long hair showed a faint smile.

rub rub!

The sackclothed old man fell to the ground and kept retreating. When he really stood firm, he spit out a mouthful of blood in his throat.

In this powerful confrontation, relying on the physical advantage of Lei Yan's fighting body, the old man in linen suffered a big loss.

"Innate Seven Apertures..."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Lin Yun's eyes, the innate seven orifices did not seem to be so terrifying.

The terror of the Thunder Flame Battle Body was stronger than he imagined.

Ka Ka Ka!

Lin Yun moved his tibia, and the bones all over his body suddenly exploded like fried beans.

The purple jade light on his body became more and more intense, and the people who saw it were terrified.

Bang!

With his palm on the ground, he slapped with one hand, and he rose up into the sky. Lin Yun fell and launched a counterattack.

"Recovering so quickly?"

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the old man in linen, completely unexpected, Lin Yun slapped him. It was so fast that he had the strength to fight back again.

Lin Yun's surging fist just now implied sword strength, which had not been completely consumed in his body.

"I don't believe it, you can survive forever!"

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the old man in linen, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward again.

Both of the exercises they practiced contained violent fire-attribute spirits, and they were both irritable.

In midair, as soon as they made contact, they banged frantically.

Bang bang bang!

But in the blink of an eye, the two of them faced a dozen or so punches, punching to the flesh, and the sound was thunderous.

But gradually, everyone tasted an unusual taste.

While fighting in the air, Lin Yun was still able to move around, constantly changing his orientation.

During the bombardment of the fists and feet, the softness produced made Lin Yun like a flexible swallow.

Surrounding the old man in sackcloth, the fists kept falling.

It seems that the two of them are fighting against each other without any effort, but in fact, it is Lin Yun who is pressing the old man in linen to fight, taking advantage of it.

"A combination of hardness and softness?"

"What kind of evildoer is this kid, and he has mastered the most difficult skills in the tough boxing technique."

"Looking at this proficiency, I'm afraid it has been mastered for a long time."

"It's really a monster, so Mrs. Wang suffers a loss, and she can't exert her strength at all!"

The first is the perfect Thunder Flame Fighting Body, and then the Dragon Tiger Fist, and now even the secrets of the combination of hardness and softness are revealed.

Lin Yun's hole cards one after another made everyone unable to see.

During the fierce fight, the old man in linen suddenly spat out blood, and the sword strength accumulated in his body could no longer be suppressed.

Lin Yun's eyes lit up, seized the opportunity, and struck the opponent's chest with a lightning-like punch.

"Don't think about it, Crazy Dragon Drill!"

But in the end, he was a powerhouse of the Innate Seven Apertures. Before the heavy damage, he slammed Lin Yun with an abrupt killing move.

Bang!

Its fist light spun like a hurricane, bombarding Lin Yun's heart, and the purple jade light on his body flashed immediately.

Whoosh!

The two figures separated at the same time, and Lin Yun fell to the lotus platform. The purple jade glow all over his body, like a little bit of fluorescent light, dissipated madly.

damn...

With a curse in his heart, the old man in mai smashed his Thunder Flame Battle Body with the last blow!

"The Thunder Flame Battle Body is broken!"

Whoosh whoosh!

In an instant, many red-eyed congenital warriors, without any consideration at all, rushed towards him like a tide.

The world is so cruel, if you reveal flaws and secretly stare at cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, you will immediately come out one after another.

"It seems that the old man doesn't need to take action."

The red-clothed old man in Blood Cloud Sect laughed wickedly as he looked at the many loose cultivators who rushed to Lin Yun like a tide.

The Lei Yan battle body was Lin Yun's biggest support. Without this powerful body, he might not even be able to take the palm of the old man in sackcloth.

Now that the battle body is broken, in the face of so many sieges, there is no doubt that he will die.

"Now, you don't even have the chance to sacrifice the treasure..." Xuetu looked indifferent and smiled lightly.

These red-eyed loose cultivators were almost like poisonous snakes, staring at Lin Yun.

Just waiting for him to reveal his flaws and swarming up, ordinary people simply can't react in time. What's more, it was Lin Yun who was just injured by the linen-clad old man!

hum!

But at this moment, a sword cry suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

The disciples of High Heaven Sword Pavilion all looked sideways and looked over at the same time.

Even Bai Lixuan, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes slightly at this time. The look in his eyes was as sharp as a sword light, and he pondered: "There are also people in Qingyang County who have mastered the sword intent?"

Bang!

The dozens of loose cultivators who flew towards him were blown away by the sword force that erupted at the same time.

When everyone was in shock, the scattered cultivators who were killing Lin Yun overwhelmingly let out horrific screams.

A wisp of purple sword glow appeared, piercing the body of a congenital warrior.

Through the exploding crowd, I saw the young man with long hair fluttering on the lotus platform. The delicate face is filled with endless murderous intent, and strands of sword light burst out from his fingertips.

Condensed gas into awns, flicking your fingers hurts people!

"Want to kill me, but it's not that easy?"

Lin Yunhan's face was cold, his eyes were cold, and the sword box was ejected. When he beckoned, he grabbed the funeral foil and pulled it out.

Thunder sound swordsmanship, the wind whistled like thunder, and the sword light in his hand slashed out mercilessly. For a time, blood splattered rainbows, and the sword dance was picturesque.

The Loose Cultivator, who was injured by the flick of the Divine Sword, didn't have time to retreat, and was slashed repeatedly by the terrifying sword move that roared like thunder.

Swish swish!

The blood was dripping, and the stumps were broken, like flying snow, falling densely.

The people behind were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they all retreated.

When he landed, he looked terrified and took a deep breath.

However, in a single encounter, around the lotus platform where Lin Yun stood, blood flowed into a river, and more than 20 corpses with missing arms and legs fell.

The audience was deadly silent, no one expected that Lin Yun's true strength would be so terrifying.

Thousands of troops, ten thousand horses, one tree, one will succeed, ten thousand bones will die!

The piles of corpses under his feet declare that in the golden age of the year, the stunt of the Ziyuan Juggernaut reappeared in the world, showing its hideous and terrifying side!

The Finger Divine Sword and the Ziyuan Sword Art are now Lin Yun, the ultimate lethality that can be displayed.

If you still can't build this lotus platform for him, you can only accept your fate...

With a cold face, Lin Yun threw the sword out of his hand.

rub!

The burial foil, inserted into the blood-splattered bones, hummed. Lin Yun's eyes were cold, and he pondered: "There are still people who don't agree, but feel free to ask about the sword in Lin's hand!"

The scene was deadly silent, Lin Yun's small voice spread all over the place, and no one responded for a long time.

I have to say that Lin Yun's strength has been respected by most people.

Either a monster like Bai Lixuan, or a powerhouse with a half-step entrance, otherwise no one would dare to say that he would win.

"This Qingyang County is really rubbish, no one dares to come forward, even a little sword slave can scare you all!"

Just at this moment, a harsh voice came to mind for no reason, and the person listening was very uncomfortable.

Following the sound, the eyes of the warriors from all directions fell on Wang Ning on the lotus platform.

Seeing who was speaking, the strong men of Qingyang County had to hold back their anger.

Wang Ning smiled proudly, enjoying the feeling of being so much attention, and looked at Lin Yun and said, "Little Swordsman, do you still recognize my senior brother?"

Brother?

Lin Yun is actually Wang Ning's younger brother, this...

Suddenly, there was an uproar.

Everyone wanted to break their heads, but they couldn't imagine that Lin Yun and Wang Ning actually had such a relationship.

However, looking at the situation, it seemed that the two were not in harmony, and Wang Ning even called him Sword Slave.

Could it be that the young man in front of him is really a sword slave?

Sure enough, this Wang Ning finally jumped out.

dance well!

If I can't kill you today, I have to slap this dog face hard!

Lin Yun smiled lazily: "Who are you? I have a lot of defeated generals, but I really don't remember your Excellency. You said that Qingyang County is garbage, how do I think that you can sit on the lotus platform, don't you think? Not even rubbish."

After some ridicule, the smile on Wang Ning's face stopped abruptly.

"It's still the same as before, with sharp teeth and sharp mouths, I should kill you with a sword in Qingyunzong!"

Wang Ning said with a cold face and gritted his teeth.

"It's as if you can beat me in Qingyunzong... If you have the guts, come and kill me now!"

Lin Yun looked at the other party rather playfully, his eyes full of ridicule.

Wang Ning felt a little guilty, and looked at the bloody corpses around Fang Liantai.

After all, he swallowed what he was about to say.

"waste!"

The smile on Lin Yun's face was sharply withdrawn, and the word "waste" was suddenly spit out.

"You..." Wang Ning was so angry that he couldn't hold back and stood up directly.

Just when he was about to stand up, a hand behind him lightly patted his shoulder a few times.

The master of the Wang family's half-step porch, Wang Bo stepped forward and sneered: "Junior, really take my Wang family's name, is it something you can humiliate?"

He was standing in front of him, separated by a very long distance, and he still felt a heavy pressure.

All eyes on Wang Bo fell on Wang Bo, and they were all shocked.

In the end, it is the elder of the Wang family. This kind of powerhouse is not comparable to the previous loose cultivators. Lin Yun's ruthless ridicule to Wang Ning just now made them feel a lot better, but it was the Wang family of the four clans and four clans that he had offended.

The mocking and playful colors in Lin Yun's eyes were all put away, and in those clear eyes, there was only stubbornness and persistence. Wang Jiawei's reputation cannot be humiliated. But he, Lin Yun, can't be bullied!