Chapter 381

Primordial Primordial Sect, Demon Flame Sect, Blood Bone Sect and Qijue Castle, the four sects joined forces to force the situation into a tense situation.

Wen Yanbo's face was cold, and with his powerful cultivation, he pressed him over and asked, "Lin Yun, do you dare to kill the core disciple of my sect, do you dare to recognize it?"

"It's also interesting, aren't these three wastes sent by your Primordial Sect to kill me? Are you surprised that they died in my hands?"

Lin Yun looked indifferent and said lightly.

With such an unhurried, almost mocking tone, Wen Yanbo's face turned black immediately.

"I am too lazy to ask Qijue Castle about your grievances with other sects. If you don't hand over Jing Jue's storage bag today, don't even think about walking out of this deserted wasteland."

The Great Elder of Qijue Fort, with a strong sense of killing in his eyes, stared at Lin Yun.

"There is also the Qiankun Yin-Yang Pill of Bai Yue from my Demon Flame Sect!"

"I am Mu Xiuhan from the blood bone door, you have to make up for the loss of not entering the treasure hall. Otherwise, I will let you kid, taste the one hundred and eight punishments of my blood bone door, so that you can't survive, and beg for death. cannot!"

The three sects were arrogant and arrogant, naming names and asking Lin Yun to spit out the harvest in the treasure hall.

"Presumptuous! My High Heaven Sword Pavilion disciple, when will it be your turn to point fingers!"

Elder Luo Feng burst out with majestic sword intent, and stood in front of him with a sharp edge.

Wen Yanbo rolled his eyes, sneering in his heart, if it was just his Hunyuan family that was in trouble. Today, I really can't do anything about this High Heaven Sword Pavilion, but this kid has offended too many people, and instead gave him a chance.

Immediately, he smiled and said: "Everyone, why bother with this old ghost, this kid's treasure in the sword pavilion. It must be on him, just take him away. If the High Heaven Sword Pavilion is not respected, I will have four sects. Join forces and destroy them on the spot!"

"Those who want to take away my High Heaven Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Anger flashed across the face of the sword-wielding elder in the camp, holding the Xiaoyun sword, strode out.

"Could it be that you are so confident that there is a sword-wielding elder here, but the prestige of the sword-wielding elder was created by a joint effort of seven people. Only you are present, the old man is not afraid of you!"

The Great Elder of Qijuebao snorted coldly, his five fingers slammed open, and a majestic suction surged in.

The heavy snow fluttering in the air, in front of the suction force condensed by his true essence, instantly rolled wildly, wanting to grab Lin Yun together.

Lin Yun had been vigilant for a long time, and the moment the opponent's five fingers just opened, the sword intent condensed all over his body erupted.

In the roar of the dragon and the tiger, he raised his hand and punched, smashing the opponent's majestic suction.

Even if this old man has a high cultivation base, it would be too underestimating to think of pulling Lin Yun over a distance of more than ten meters.

"This kid is so vigilant."

Anger flashed in the eyes of Qijuebao's Great Elder, Lin Yun, who was surging with true essence, wanted to use your more violent means to restrain him.

"court death!"

The sword-wielding elder raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, almost unable to see how he shot, and a sword beam shot towards the great elder of Qijue Fort.

"Xiaoyun Sword!"

The face of the Great Elder of Qijuebao changed slightly, and he had to dodge away.

Bang!

He flashed fast enough, but the other elders and disciples of Qijue Fort behind him were killed and injured by this sword.

"Go together!"

Seeing this, Wen Yanbo knew that the opportunity was coming.

In the wild shouts, the whole body was filled with the power of the ancient dragon elephant, and he took a group of elders and fell down and killed them.

"Yanyun Fist, fire burns the sky!"

The power of the dragon elephant is burning, and it is also Yanyun Fist, which can be in the hands of Wen Yanbo. The power is more than several times greater than Zhang Yan, and more than a dozen elders shot at the same time with him, all of them are also Yanyun Fist.

Suddenly, the raging flames formed into one piece, and the flames in the sky condensed into a ferocious and terrifying huge beast, which fell towards the sword-wielding elder with the momentum of burning the sky.

The endless fire seemed to fall from the sky. This scene was extremely terrifying.

Obviously, Wen Yanbo had been prepared for a long time, otherwise the cooperation with other elders would definitely not have reached such a perfect level.

Lingxiao swordsmanship, the sword shatters Lingyun!

But the majestic sword power rose to the sky from the fire, and the dazzling sword light was like a round of rising sun, crushing the burning dragon elephant with the power of destroying the dead.

"Tips for carving insects!"

The elder who held the sword stood proudly with the Xiaoyun sword in his hand, and the sword body trembled.

The terrifying power of the Xiaoyun Sword changed the expressions of the four elders present.

The power of the sword broke the joint strike of ten elders.

"Xiaoyun sword is well-deserved, there is no need to talk nonsense with this old guy. Come on, everyone, and catch Lin Yun alive!"

The sharp-eyed Xiaoyun Sword is extremely powerful, but the Great Elder of the Seven Absolutes Castle has no intention of retreating.

The sects that are outside the territory of the empire are no different from bandits, and they usually behave like evil cultivators.

If they don't grab Lin Yun's storage bag, these people will never give up.

"Go!"

The people from the Demon Flame Sect and the Blood Bone Sect couldn't help it for a long time, and they no longer hesitated when they saw Qijue Castle taking the lead.

"Sword!"

Elder Luo Feng snorted coldly, and took the lead in drawing his sword. For a time, the sound of the sword being unsheathed was heard in the snowy deserted wasteland.

Above and below the sword pavilion, no matter the elders or disciples, there is not much fear.

"Finally, it's still a fight."

"If the High Heavenly Sword Pavilion is willing to compromise, it will not be the High Heavenly Sword Pavilion. I am afraid that all of them will die in battle, and they will not give in half a step."

"This Primordial Sect is too much. Those evil cultivators have no shame. An imperial sect is so shameless."

"It's no wonder that they have been unable to fight High Heaven Sword Pavilion all these years. It seems that there is no reason."

"However, the High Heaven Sword Pavilion is still a bit of a chore. With the four sects working together, the difference in strength is too great. I can only blame Lin Yun, the limelight is too high, and there are too many jealous people."

"Yeah, although there have been battles at the end of the secret realm in the past, it must be the first time that the five major sects have fought each other."

On the deserted wasteland, the other elders of the sects all looked a little indignant, but there were not many surprises.

Under the heavy treasure, after the martial artist will come out, why not the sect.

What's more, Lin Yun climbed the tenth floor and created a legend. The wealth he has obtained is far beyond what everyone thinks, and it is inevitable that it will not be exciting.

This time, a total of 18 elders from the Purple Palace, forty-eight deacons from the half-step Purple Palace, and 100 elites from the Earth Ranking led by Xin Jue came to the High Heaven Sword Pavilion.

The strength of the lineup can be said to be weak, but compared with the four joined forces, it is obviously not enough.

If it weren't for the sword-wielding elders here, the power comparison would be even more disparity.

But the sword pavilion is full of anger, and no one flinches in this desperate situation. No matter what contradictions there are with each other on weekdays, at this moment, we are united in one heart and the same as the enemy.

"Jiange disciple, where are you? Form a formation!"

In the thunder and flash, Xin Jue's long hair was flamboyant, and in the heavy snow, a sword angered the sky.

The sword glow condensed into a lightning-like shock, dazzling and dazzling.

"exist!"

Suddenly, one by one elite disciples on the list flocked to Xinjue.

The five sects went to war, and nearly a hundred masters of the Zifu realm fought. True Yuan roared, sword beams surged, and all kinds of ultimate moves collided in mid-air, and the scene was extremely shocking.

In the depths of Lin Yun, his blood was boiling, and he couldn't help but think of a scene he saw on the eighth floor.

call out!

Before he could take action, a icy bloodthirsty wind came, and he saw Mu Xiuhan holding a sword and looking at him indifferently: "Not only will you die today, but the elders and disciples of High Heaven Sword Pavilion will also be buried with you. , go to hell to repent."

The voice fell, his face was hideous, and he flew over.

Bang!

The man did not land, and the blood-colored sword beams fell into one after another in the air. Amidst the swirling snowflakes, the shocking sword glow seemed to be real.

My sword, glory forever.

The moment he held the burial foil, Lin Yun remembered this sentence for no reason, raised his eyebrows, and drew the sword out of its sheath.

break!

Waves of Shuiyue sword energy radiated from him, and under the blessing of the half-step innate sword intent, a sword smashed all the blood-colored sword lights that fell in the air.

"I've grown a lot? However, I still have to die!"

Mu Xiuhan grinned, and in mid-air, he stabbed out ninety-nine-eighty-one swords in a row. Every sword contained a bright red suffocating aura, and there was a lot of resentment entangled in it, which was very terrifying.

"Big waves!"

The simple and slender blade of the burial foil, under the infusion of true essence, is full of cold light and flickering, like a dream. With a flick of Lin Yun's wrist, the sword stance in the sky condensed into waves between the flat ground and surged into the sky.

A wisp of sword light with unparalleled sharpness went straight away, stirring the sky and snow. When the sword light condensed, it finally merged into a monstrous wave, involving countless snowflakes and meeting the sword shadow that fell overwhelmingly in the air.

boom!

The snowflakes shattered, the sword shadow dissipated, and a look of surprise flashed in Mu Xiuhan's eyes in midair. The ultimate move in his heyday, in the hands of the opponent, was broken by such an understatement.

Holding a burial foil, Lin Yun's sword intent was sharp, like a red plum standing proudly in this heavy snow.

With his toes on the ground, he danced like red plums and rose like blue smoke. The seemingly light figure hides the edge and arrogance that no one can ignore.

Pfft!

In midair, Mu Xiuhan, who had already retreated, still did not completely avoid the sword. The right shoulder was stabbed and blood spattered.

"So are you."

Lin Yun fell to the ground and said calmly.

"People who are dying, dare to be so arrogant!"

Whoosh!

The two figures turned into a gust of wind, and landed next to Mu Xiuhan, but Jing Jue and Bai Yue, who had escaped from the Jiange deacon.

Both of them were defeated by Lin Yun in the Black Lotus Palace, but they were both promoted to the tenth level of Xuanwu.

For Lin Yun, he was not afraid at all, and he had a serious murderous intention, just wanting to wash away the shame in the Black Lotus Palace.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, this person's sword intent is a bit weird."

Mu Xiuhan glanced at the wound on his right shoulder and said coldly. Fortunately, he flashed fast enough, otherwise, the sword would have pierced directly.

"Let's go together, his storage bag, the three of us are equally divided."

Jing Jue said indifferently, five chaotic battles, he only cares about the treasured sword in Lin Yun's storage bag that should belong to him.

It doesn't matter who you join forces with.

"Just to my liking."

Bai Yue licked his chapped lips, and a rather sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Equally divided? Not bad."

Mu Xiuhan thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and greed flashed in his eyes.

He didn't enter the Treasure Palace and gained nothing. If he could divide Lin Yun's storage bag equally, it would undoubtedly be a huge gain.

"I hope you don't regret it."

The expression in Lin Yun's eyes was icy cold, and the burial foil sword clenched tightly in his hand. Seemingly feeling the killing intent in his heart, the clamor trembled, and the cold light lingered.

Don't wait for the three to make a move. In the snowstorm, the young man dressed in a green shirt and holding a long sword rushed towards the three of them.