Chapter 263

The valley will be sprinkled with blood, and the flowers will only be one color. Before sunset, there was no more Blood Peak on the list of imperial thieves.

Words with a hint of chilling, from Lin Yun's mouth, word by word, clearly spread to everyone's ears.

There was an instant silence, a dead silence.

Both Bu Chen and Xiao Ran opened their mouths wide, stunned.

On the blood dragon horse, Bai Qiushui's uneasy heart calmed down after Lin Yun said those words.

His indifferent tone, speaking in a succinct manner, made those who thought he was joking before.

Unprovoked, creating the illusion that he can really do what he says.

But!

The person he wanted to kill was the Great Thief Blood Peak, the top 100 loose cultivators on the Great Thief List.

Originally, Chu Haoyu, who was the number one person in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion, and the top ten of the others, could only kill the thief by joining forces.

Relying on his punch and sword, how to make people believe?

Lin Yun fell down to break the silence, and calmly commanded: "Gao Yu, take Miss Bai away with the blood dragon horse."

To be on the Big Thief List, even if the ranking is only ninety-six, the strength of Blood Peak is scary enough.

When the two fight, they will definitely not have any spare power, and the aftermath of the war will definitely be uncontrollable.

The current situation of the Gao family escort team, it is impossible to completely avoid it.

As long as they fight, they will inevitably be injured by the aftermath, or even die under the aftermath.

Although he didn't have much affection with this group of people, Lin Yun was not a loose cultivator after all.

But this blood peak refused to go, so he had no choice.

The blood dragon and horse can only take away two people, definitely Gao Yu, who is trustworthy, and Bai Qiushui, who must save his life.

The rest can only ask for their own blessings.

"Young Master Lin, leave it to me."

Gao Yu nodded solemnly, turned on his horse, pulled the reins, and ran away with the blood dragon horse.

"Lin Yun!"

It turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

The call left by Bai Qiushui also gradually disappeared, and a long echo was heard in the valley.

The rest of the people knelt on the ground, fighting between heaven and man in their minds.

He wanted to go but didn't dare to go, for fear of angering Xuefeng and being beheaded in public.

"Since your debut, I don't know how many people I have seen as arrogant as you. There were two people who shouted like this before. But now, I am kneeling on the ground like a dog, and my life and death are in my thoughts."

Xuefeng stared at Lin Yun coldly, with no emotion in his words.

Bu Chen and Xiao Ran, who were kneeling on the ground, heard this, their faces were full of shame, and they did not dare to look up.

"Blood will be sprinkled all over the valley, and the flowers will only be one color. You are right, but this blood will not be my blood."

When the voice fell, Xuefeng's body was filled with the cold and evil spirit of red light, which overflowed.

The grimace mask played with the left hand turned into a dim light and burst out.

Condensed gas into a sword, flicking fingers hurts people.

Lin Yun raised his hand, and a substantial purple sword glow popped out, breaking through the air and hitting the mask instantly.

clang!

The violent collision sound like metal, like thunder, exploded between the two.

The grimace mask rolled around, but it was not broken. It swayed and slowly fell towards the ground.

boom!

The momentum on the two of them, along with the falling of the masks, rose up and continued to soar.

The pressure of the sixth level of Xuanwu on Xuefeng's body was mixed with the blood-colored evil spirit, and the place where he stood was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, which was daunting.

Lin Yun was full of sword intent, blending with the evil spirit of the king between the eyebrows, and he was incomparably fierce.

The sound of dragons and tigers roared in the body, and under the blessing of dragons and tigers, facing the terrifying pressure of Blood Peak, he was not afraid at all.

In the terrifying confrontation, the terrifying aura permeated out, and the Gao disciples and the sect leaders who were kneeling on the ground were terrified and trembling in their hearts.

rock!

When the grimace mask completely fell to the ground, the figures of Lin Yun and Xuefeng disappeared at the same time.

Bang!

At a speed that even the naked eye can't catch, the two punched each other like lightning.

Bang bang bang!

Then the fist burst, and the thunder-like sound reverberated in this valley.

The afterimages on the ground were blurred, Lin Yun combined his fist and sword, cooperated with the Ziyuan Sword Art, and used the Dragon Tiger Fist to fight the blood peak to the death.

"Break the void seal, dragons fly and tigers jump!"

Break the empty seal, break the dragon and tiger in my heart, break the power of my heart, the flying dragon is in the sky, and the tiger leaps over the mountains and rivers.

Gore Demon Slash, the blood knife is like a peak!

Two ultimate moves, slammed and recklessly, and the two in mid-air faced each other again.

The fist burst, the aftermath was turbulent, and there were several people on the spot, and they were directly blown away.

The expressions of Bu Chen, Xiao Ran and the others changed greatly, and they could no longer care about much, so they got up and retreated.

"How could he be so powerful?"

Bu Chen was inexplicably horrified.

Lin Yun was not at the third level of Xuanwu, even if he was promoted to fourth level of Xuanwu now, his cultivation was still far behind him. But the power of this fist burst out, but he was beyond his reach, and his heart was desperate.

It is also Dragon Tiger Fist, in Lin Yun's hands, the forced Xuefeng can no longer control them.

His dragon and tiger boxing can only tickle the opponent, and even the most proud finishing touch has become a huge joke.

Boom!

Another bang.

The bright red evil spirit that permeated Xuefeng's body was blown into powder by Ling Lie's fist. But this fist light, also turned into a little brilliance, contains a great sword intent, scattered out.

The aftermath of the fight between the two suddenly dissipated like a tsunami, and the flowers swayed and trembled in the wind.

"What's going on? My cultivation base is twice as high as his, and I obviously have a huge advantage. But I can't get the slightest advantage."

The Great Thief Blood Peak was shocked.

But he didn't know that Lin Yun was cultivating two kinds of miraculous skills at the same time, Ziyuan Sword Art and Heart Sutra of Years. When he was at the third level of Xuanwu, he was able to rival the fifth level of Xuanwu. Now that he has opened up four profound veins, he is naturally stronger.

If it weren't for the two great feats, with his ninth-grade spiritual body aptitude, there were only three overlord-level demon pills at the sixth level of the Xuanwu.

It was enough to let him hit the fifth level of Xuanwu.

It seems that there is only the fourth level of Xuanwu, but each level has exhausted countless resources. With the accumulation, how can he get so much cheap.

Two great feats, inherited from the golden age of ancient times, how could they get a false name.

Said he must die, before the sun sets, he will definitely die!

"Blood kills the world!"

Xuefeng breathed a sigh of relief, took out a long knife, and drew a 100-meter knife light. In an instant, blood light filled the sky, with a terrifying reputation, and there was a tendency to sweep the world.

"Brother, we will help you!"

The One-eyed Loose Cultivator and the Withered Loose Cultivator recovered for a while, enduring severe pain. They each took out their ultimate moves, condensed the strong true essence, and smashed at Lin Yun respectively.

Immediately, the blood-colored knife light, accompanied by the flame fist of the one-eyed Sanxiu, and the black claws of the skinny Sanxiu, attacked the sky and covering the sky.

"Not dead yet?"

The three major killer moves came together, and a cold smile flashed on Xuefeng's face.

He expected that even if Lin Yun's true essence could compete with him, his cultivation would be a disadvantage after all. The two fought against each other for more than 100 moves, and half of his own real energy was exhausted, and Lin Yun would only get worse.

It is very likely that only one-fifth of the real yuan remains, or even less.

Under the three killer moves, it is difficult to imagine not dying.

Bu Chen and Xiao Ran, their pupils shrank sharply, both of them are leaders of the sect, or they are less powerful, but they still have vision.

Whether it is Blood Peak's blood killing the world, or the ultimate move of the one-eyed loose cultivator and the withered loose cultivator, they are not something they can resist.

With the three moves together, even if Lin Yun is lucky enough to survive, he will be disabled.

Let you show off and see how you die!

Neither of them had the slightest sympathy in their hearts, sneering, and at the same time secretly pondering that they could wait for an opportunity to escape.

"Good come!"

But Lin Yun drank it coldly, but his expression did not change.

The surging and vast real essence in the body, without reservation at this moment, all emerged. The skin of the whole body bloomed with purple light, like a purple iris blooming in the sky.

"Subdue demons with swords!"

I have a sword, which has been through life and death, and has been tempered a thousand times. Like the rising sun, like the great sun, like the raging flames, like my heart, I will go forward without fear of life and death.

In the face of the three big three moves, Lin Yun's heart was full of enthusiasm and fearless.

Sacrifice a seal, with your own reckless sword intent, with this bloody heart, sacrifice this seal of subduing demons.

Whoa!

Once the seal was released, the golden light suddenly shone brightly, and endless sword intent condensed the radiant 100-meter giant sword. I am not a Buddha, but I have a sword, and I am not afraid of life and death, and I am not afraid of demons.

The sword is out, and the demon is printed.

This seal is like a flood bursting a dike, and it is endlessly destructive. One-eyed Loose Cultivator's flame fist, bearing the brunt, was drowned and annihilated by the bright sword light. Immediately afterwards, the terrifying claws of the withered and scattered cultivators shattered.

Only the 100-meter sword light from the blood peak is like a piece of training, facing the sword light condensed by this demonic seal.

Crack clap!

But after supporting for a moment, the 100-meter blood-light condensed sword beam shattered inch by inch, unable to stop the madness of the Demon Demon Seal.

The true essence condensed by the purple iris slammed out, and the blood peak's palm shook the slightest crack, and forcibly retreated several steps.

The power of a seal is so terrifying!

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, especially Bu Chen, whose eyes were about to fall.

The four seals of dragon and tiger boxing are the seal of the diamond, the seal of breaking the sky, the seal of subduing demons, and the seal of the heavens.

Only two seals need to be cultivated to officially practice boxing moves to fight and kill the enemy. There are very few people in Xuantian Sect who can practice the three seals.

Some people even practice boxing after only one seal.

There is no other reason. The four Yin Yins are too difficult to cultivate, and the requirements for understanding are high and extremely harsh.

Even him, only the Vajra Seal and the Void Seal.

The Demon Demon Seal is somewhat incomprehensible, so how can you talk about cultivating.

But even if it is the Demon Seal, its power should not be so terrifying. He has also seen his senior brother display it in the sect.

"How could his mastery of Dragon Tiger Fist be deeper than mine?"

For a time, Bu Chen was in so much pain in his heart that he couldn't accept the result at all.

But Lin Yun didn't care about so much, the demonic seal was still alive, and the sword light was still there.

Taking advantage of the three, they were repelled by the power of a seal, shouted loudly, and chased after them.

"Subduing the devil with the sword, slash!"

Seven mysterious steps, people pass by and take pictures, leaving a trail of afterimages, Lin Yun, carrying the power of subduing demons, punches the one-eyed loose cultivator.

Bang!

The terrifying fist light contained the vast sword intent, and the one-eyed scattered repair was smashed to the ground, turning it into a rain of blood and falling into the valley.

"Do not……"

Seeing Lin Yun looking at him, the dry and thin cultivator turned pale with fright, and his legs and feet were numb.

"Cut again!"

Lin Yun roared like a song, his whole body screamed with sword intent, and he punched this withered loose cultivator again.

boom!

The blood rain that sprinkled over the valley has not dissipated, and a more violent blood rain is ushered in.

In the valley, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, and they are colorful, competing for beauty.

At this moment, Hundred Blossoms were in ruins, and they were all dyed red with blood, leaving only this color.

"Gore Demon Slash, the rage of the demons!"

The blood peak, which stood firmly on the ground, took advantage of Lin Yun's efforts to kill two loose cultivators, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a madman.

Holding the cold long sword, without waiting for Lin Yun to take a sigh of relief, he strode forward and swung the sword down.

Its eyes were blood red, and the sword light fell, and the suffocation condensed into a terrifying ghost, which also waved the sword and fell.

For a time, the magic light and the sword shadow were roaring in the sky, trying to engulf Lin Yun.

"Left through the door!"

Lin Yun snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and held the funeral foil sword that flew out of the ancient sword box.

At the moment when the five fingers clenched the hilt of the sword, a feeling of life and death connected by blood flowed into my heart.

Whoa!

Lin Yun drew his sword and came out, and the melodious sound resounded through the valley.

The body of the sword is dazzling, the sword intent is clanging endlessly, and countless blood-colored rose skateboarders dance like a dream.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.

Under the shroud of flowers, Lin Yun's figure was blurred, giving rise to a hazy feeling, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

The slender eyes of the blood peak that rushed to the scene flashed. The anger of the group of demons was actually unable to cut off Lin Yun's accurate figure, and the blood-colored suffocating aura that overdrafted the cultivation base desperately made him hesitant.

Floating Clouds Nine Heavens, Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies!

He hesitated, but Lin Yun didn't hesitate at all, the sword was unsheathed like a frightening giant, and the Ba Jian was thrown out.

The endless domineering makes the sword body tremble, brilliance like the sun, dazzling and dazzling.

The toes were a little heavier, and the Seven Profound Steps were performed to the extreme, the mysterious shadow disappeared, and the sun was in the sky.

"So fast! This sword can't be avoided, but I have a fake treasure, but I can count on it..."

Pfft!

Xuefeng was still thinking about the plan, and when the other party was shocked to find that Jianmang was blocked by Baojia, he would come back to kill the Jedi.

But with a flash of sword light, without any hindrance, he was cut into two halves together.

"I said you must die before the sun goes down!"

The last ray of sunset light fell on Lin Yun's face, retracted his sword, and returned it to its sheath. The petals flying all over the sky disappeared in an instant.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog.

It's like a spring dream, and it's gone like a cloud of clouds. The demeanor left by the burial foil under the setting sun is really like a dream.