Chapter 301

"Sister, Big Brother Zhong seems to be using Dragon Tiger Fist... Is he related to Lin Yun?"

Lin Yan looked at the rising momentum of Lin Yun's body, a daze flashed in his eyes, and he was a little confused.

Lin Qiushan said with a wry smile: "Brother Zhong, look at the outer door, besides Lin Yun, who else is proficient in Dragon Tiger Fist and Seven Profound Steps at the same time? Zhong Yunxiao is Lin Yun, and Lin Yun is Zhong Yunxiao!"

He is Lin Yun...

In Lin Yan's eyes, consternation could not help flashing, and the person he admired had been with her for so long.

Thinking of himself, the sarcasm and ridicule he had made to Lin Yun along the way, his expression couldn't help but get complicated.

What can I do, Big Brother Zhong is actually Lin Yun...

Compared with Lin Yan's entanglement, the mood of outsiders can only be described in two words, shock.

In Buried Sword Peak, the Alliance of Gentlemen sent people around to search for Lin Yun's whereabouts. He even promised a lot of money and issued a wanted order. As long as Lin Yun dared to appear in the top ten, he would join forces to kill him.

I thought that he would keep a low profile, and the finalist in the first round would not show up.

But who knows, wearing a mask, he will deceive everyone, and even rob the first name of Sword Emperor Grass.

What's even more surprising is that, from the beginning to the end, he has never used martial arts. How confident is this?

With his dragon and tiger fist, he has the power to shake the High Heavens Sword Pavilion.

Right now, it's a living example.

"It's incredible... Zhong Yunxiao is actually Lin Yun."

"I've never seen such a bold person. At the risk of being strangled by the top ten people on the list, I still grabbed the Sword Emperor Grass."

"No wonder he was so arrogant before. If it's Lin Yun, then everything makes sense. He killed the thief's blood peak, so why would he care about these inner disciples..."

"Some people have read it now, and Lin Yun has to be serious."

There is no doubt that the next battle will be very exciting. Everyone wants to know how strong Lin Yun will be after he has no scruples.

The alliance war became full of variables in an instant.

On the battlefield, as Lin Yun walked step by step, the aura on his body increased by leaps and bounds, reaching an unimaginable level.

Mu Ling's expression finally changed, in front of Lin Yun's coercion, he actually felt a great pressure.

"Pretend to be a ghost, so what if you don't use martial arts, I, Mu Ling, still make you kneel with martial arts, angry thunder fist!"

Can't wait any longer, Mu Ling snorted coldly, and with a flash, he killed in front of Lin Yun.

The fists roared, like thunder and lightning, bursting with shouts, and slammed towards Lin Yun again.

Before, he relied on the profound cultivation base in exchange for spiritual exercises, and a pair of thunder and lightning iron fists slammed Lin Yun by surprise.

Now that he has to repeat his old tricks, the gloomy sky seems to become even more depressing when the fist is waving.

Again?

The same trick, I still want to be in front of him, and I even want to do it again in front of him.

Lin Yun couldn't help sneering at the corner of his mouth, but he was caught off guard by sneak attack, really thinking that his boxing skills were inferior to him.

Anyway, let me show you what real boxing is.

Looking at the murdered Mu Ling, Lin Yun was in no hurry, and between Xumi's hands, he formed a dazzling diamond seal.

The violent breath spurted out in an instant, and his hands slammed forward.

boom!

Lin Yun's body was as bloody as the sea, like a roaring volcano, erupting magma that changed the color of the world.

Bang bang bang!

Taking advantage of the remaining power of the Vajra Seal, Lin Yun clenched his fists tightly, his whole body churning with blood. When they met Mu Ling's furious thunder fist, they punched to the flesh, and they fought recklessly. The two of them fought fast, each punching and banging against each other, and a loud noise broke out, and the ground was shaking violently.

But with each pair of punches, Mu Ling took a step back, and a muffled sound came from his body at the same time.

But after ten punches, the fury in Mu Ling's eyes turned into panic, his face pale. He felt that the Lin Yun he was facing was like an ancient savage beast, full of endless, endless power.

The most terrible thing is that every punch of the opponent contains a fierce sword. The unparalleled sword strength, and its body, swept wildly.

"I don't believe it, I can't suppress you!"

Mu Ling looks crazy, his eyes are full of bloodshots, and his whole body is turned to the extreme by him.

Under such madness, even the powerful Furious Thunder Fist seemed to become much stronger again in a short period of time.

Compared to Mu Ling's madness, Lin Yun was extremely calm, and he let a set of dragon and tiger fists stand in his hands. Unpretentious, freewheeling, without a trace, with the eight-layered purple kite sword art, the reckless sword intent, like a dragon like a tiger, easily suppresses the opponent.

The fist is like a mountain and a tsunami, showing domineering and arrogance. When you transform into a dragon, the sky will rise to the sky, and the sword will soar into the sky; if you transform into a tiger, it will shock mountains and rivers!

Pfft!

After another ten punches, Mu Ling's suppressed injury could no longer be held back. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the whole person floated out like a kite with a broken string.

"Impossible! How could your true essence be even thicker than mine..."

Mu Ling fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood when he spoke.

Spirit-level exercises and Xuan-level exercises are completely different from each other. But Lin Yun's true essence is thick and dignified, and after he uses his martial skills, his power is fully revealed.

Lin Yun was disdainful in his heart, the Ziyuan Sword Art is not as good as your Spirit-level Cultivation Technique, which is really a joke.

Unless you can cultivate the spiritual level exercises to the realm of great perfection, or the cultivation level is a level higher than Lin Yun, you can barely compare with his eighth-level Purple Kite Sword Art.

Otherwise, in front of the eighth-layer Ziyuan Sword Art, it would not be enough to see.

"Brother Mu!"

His three companions were dumbfounded on the spot, and before they could react, Mu Ling actually lost.

"Set up the formation, quickly set up the formation, don't fight with him recklessly, as long as the Three Absolute Sword Formation can kill him!"

A cold gleam flashed in Mu Ling's eyes, and he said anxiously.

"kill!"

The three of them looked at each other, their sword intent condensed, and the long sword was unsheathed again. The clear sword sound reverberated in the air again, accompanied by the sound of flowing water hitting the stone, the Three Absolute Sword Formation launched a continuous offensive, dazzling and dizzy.

pity……

This time, Lin Yun didn't have the intention of comprehending the Dao. If these three people could cultivate the sword array to the top, he would have some scruples.

As for now?

It's all flaws, and even daring to be ashamed in front of him, and wanting to defeat him, is undoubtedly a fool's dream.

"Isn't the sword out yet? Lin Yun, I think you are impatient!"

Seeing that Lin Yun didn't use his sword, Mu Ling, who was lying and struggling, couldn't help but flash a smudge in his eyes. I don't know how high the sky is, and the arrogance will eventually pay the price.

"Is there really no sword?"

Lin Qiushan and the others couldn't help but have doubts in their eyes, but they knew it. At the beginning, Lin Yun relied on a single-handed sword to cut leaves and clouds, and became famous in one battle.

If he sacrificed the Tyrant Sword, he would definitely compete with the Three Absolute Sword Formation.

Lin Yun's expression was calm, and the handsome and handsome face under the mask showed no trace of excitement or nervousness, and deep in his heart, there was no fluctuation.

When he decided to use martial arts and became serious, the battle was actually over.

In the blink of an eye, the outcome was already decided.

In the face of this flawed Three Absolute Sword Formation, why not draw the sword, one punch is enough.

Lin Yun snorted softly in his heart, and slowly raised his right hand, the power of sword intent, true essence, and dragon elephant all mixed with each other. From a distance, it was like a cloud of demonic fog shrouded him, mysterious and unpredictable, with monstrous might.

"This is?"

Everyone was puzzled and didn't know which play Lin Yun was singing.

The finishing touch!

Just as the Three Absolute Sword Formation was suppressed, Lin Yun slammed out with a punch. Chaotic and hazy like the magic of ink and wash, clearing the clouds and seeing the fog, suddenly enlightened. A picture scroll unfolded leisurely, and a real dragon took off, rushing out with the fist.

Boom!

The seemingly endless sword energy of the Sanjue Sword Formation fell apart on the spot. Under the power of this punch, the reckless sword power disappeared.

After the fist was over, the three of them were ragged and covered with scars. All fell to their knees.

Blood kept spilling out of his mouth, and he looked at Lin Yun, full of horror. This punch is completely incomprehensible, the punch is like an autumn wind, and the three swordsmanship that the three are quite proud of is swept away like fallen leaves.

With a fluttering punch, this illustrious Sanjue Sword Formation was wiped out, and everyone, including Mu Ling, was dumbfounded.

"The finishing touch?"

Gu Yunfei, who was kneeling on the ground, looked shocked. This punch was clearly the finishing touch in Dragon Tiger Fist, but it gave him a completely different feeling.

In Lin Yun's hands, it showed a completely different style. In the majestic atmosphere, there was the elegance of idle clouds and wild cranes.

"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Gu, get up."

Lin Yun closed his fists and stood up, looking at the two who were still kneeling on the ground and said, the others woke up like a dream and quickly stood up.

Mu Ling and others panicked, looking at the outer disciples who had gathered over, they were so frightened that they lost their minds.

Right now, this group of people has no power to fight, and any one person can easily fall to the ground.

Thinking about half an hour ago, these people were arrogant and domineering, like a mountain pressing on everyone's heart, and they all seemed to be sighing.

Chen Ling stepped forward, kicked a few people fiercely, and said solemnly, "Zhong... Junior Brother Lin, what should we do with these people?"

"Take your storage bags first."

Lin Yun said softly.

Several people quickly thanked them and retrieved their stolen storage bags on the three of them.

"Senior Brother Lin, let us go... If we meet in the second round of the competition, I'll be sure to follow Brother Lin's lead!"

Mu Ling watched more and more outer sect disciples gather, remembering the mad words he said before, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart.

"Hey, Goutou still wants to participate in the alliance war, and it's beautiful enough. Brother, leave these people to me, I just thought of what to do with them..."

Li Wuyou smiled, a slyness flashed in his eyes, Mu Ling and the others suddenly felt shivering, and panicked inexplicably in their hearts.

"That's for you to deal with."

"Good."

Li Wuyou smiled heartlessly, rushed a few people to the entrance, and began to act rudely.

"Brother Zhong, you lied to us..."

Lin Qiushan walked over with a group of people and looked at Lin Yun, who had been with him day and night, with shocking expressions in his eyes.

"It's a last resort, please don't mind Miss Lin."

"Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago, Zhong Yunxiao... The thousand-year-old bell, Fengming Yunxiao; it is a pseudonym, but Brother Lin has already told us your identity."

Lin Qiushan blinked and said with a smile.

Everyone suddenly became enlightened, it turned out to be the meaning, and he repeated it in his mind several times, and it was true.

A strange gleam flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and he couldn't deny it: "Miss Lin, she is indeed very smart."

"Are you complimenting me or hurting me? I'm only a hindsight, and my identity has been exposed, so you don't plan to let us see your true face of Mount Lu?"

Lin Qiushan looked at the grimace mask, and her laughter was light and moving.

Indeed, there is no need to wear this grimace mask. Lin Yun stretched out his hand and took off the mask.

Suddenly, a handsome face with clear water chestnuts and sharp determination appeared in front of everyone. The deep eyes, after taking off the mask, are even more amazing, and they dare not look directly at the bright light in their eyes.

Lin Yan, who was hiding behind Lin Qiushan, couldn't help but stuck out his little head and glanced at it secretly, his little face suddenly blushed.

"Brother, I'm done, take a look."

At this moment, Li Wuyou's heartless voice sounded, and everyone looked back.

All of Mu Ling's five people were stripped naked by Li Wuyou, and they were tied to the two stone sculptures at the entrance of the sword mound, unable to move.

Seeing a few people, the expression was more uncomfortable than killing them, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

Li Wuyou laughed and said, "Are these people looking down on us because of their status as disciples of the inner sect? Then let the people who enter the sword mound behind have a good experience. The inner sect disciples are aloof."

"Hahaha, Brother Li, absolutely."

"Yes, I think this is very good, don't these guys like to grab people's Jian Yundan, let's see how they grab it!" Thinking about the behavior of these people before, they have ended up like this. It was completely self-inflicted, and the crowd burst into laughter, only to feel extremely happy in their hearts.