Chapter 383

"Protect Lin Yun!"

The sword-wielding elder who was battling with the elders of the four sects changed his face slightly when he saw the enemy deacon who broke through the sword formation.

There are too many people, and after all, eight deacons rushed towards Lin Yun after getting rid of the entanglement.

Moreover, this is just the beginning. As the four major elders run wild, more and more dangers will flock to Lin Yun.

"A treasure?"

"I don't know how much power you can exert. If you think you can avoid death with a treasure in your hand, I think you think a little too much."

Seeing Lin Yun sacrifice the treasure, the faces of the eight people changed slightly, but they immediately sneered.

Treasures, even in the Purple Palace realm, can't say how random they are when they are displayed.

With Lin Yun's ninth-level cultivation of Xuanwu, I'm afraid that even half of the power of the treasure is difficult to display, and how long it can last is even more a question.

The true essence consumed by the treasure is not something that the younger generation of the Xuanwu realm can support.

"I'm afraid you don't kill enough!"

In the strong wind and heavy snow, Lin Yun looked indifferent, and said coldly with a sharp wave of the Chiyan War Blade in his hand.

If the other party has a master in the Purple Palace, he will still have some scruples, but if it is only half a step into the Purple Palace, then he will be blamed for killing him.

When he was at the seventh level of Xuanwu, he could only match the melee form of this treasure, not to mention the current ninth level of Xuanwu.

Who is thinking too much, there will be an answer soon!

"act recklessly!"

"I see how long you can go crazy!"

"Kill the three core disciples, no one can survive, today your kid will surely die!"

Seeing Lin Yun's state of affairs, the eight people couldn't help but be furious. In terms of strength, they were half a step into Zifu, and in terms of their number, they were eight times as many as Lin Yun's. I don't know about this Lin Yun, but with the confidence he brought, he felt that if he had a treasure, he could kill the Quartet.

At the moment, the eight people were not careless, and each joined forces to make a killing move. True essence and suffocating energy were mixed and formed into one piece, and a huge snow was rolled up in the fierce flames, like a vast snow-capped mountain pressing down on Lin Yun.

"It's good to come."

The corners of his mouth evoked a sneer, not waiting for this terrifying ultimate move like a snow mountain to fall, he rose into the air, and the triangular hook of the war blade in his hand stabbed out fiercely.

Bang!

There was a majestic and ferocious blood-colored arrogance surging, and in just a split second, the sharp barb smashed the snow-capped mountain into pieces.

The faces of the eight half-step Zifu people on the ground suddenly changed slightly, and they hurriedly made another killing move.

"Shattered Cloud Slash!"

"Break the mountain!"

"Blood Shadow Eighteen Cuts!"

"Crazy Yanyin!"

...

The eight people each performed the ultimate move, the real essence was surging, and the evil spirit was surging, and the visions of the condensed real essence fell ruthlessly towards Lin Yun in mid-air. The terrifying ultimate move formed a powerful pressure, shattering the flying snowflakes in the air.

"Light of the Bright Moon!"

In mid-air, Lin Yun's face remained the same, the world in his eyes was scarlet. Using the blade in his hand as a sword, he displayed the light of the bright moon, and even a terrifying vision erupted.

The light of the bright moon emanating from this treasure is like a blood moon, with a strange and gloomy evil spirit in its grandeur, which makes people shudder.

The blood moon condensed into a sword light, facing the ultimate move of the eight people, rushing away.

boom! boom! boom!

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, descending from the sky, this bright moonlight is more terrifying than the burial foil sword. With the blessing of the power of the treasure, not only is it suffocating, but the power is overwhelming. The power that fills the whole body makes Lin Yun feel a little out of control.

Pfft!

At the moment of breathing, the blood light smashed the ultimate move of eight people, and slashed on one of them's arm with the momentum of thunder.

The blood splattered and screamed suddenly.

kill!

Before he could wake up, Lin Yun fell like lightning, and the scarlet-blooded sword in his hand stabbed mercilessly.

His body-protecting true essence, and the inner armor of his profound weapon were all shattered by this domineering blow.

The entire fleshly body burst and exploded into a cloud of blood.

The ferociousness of the Chiyan Warblade was terrifying, and all of it appeared, trembling in Lin Yun's hands.

The sudden scene made the other seven people stunned, and there was a brief pause in their brains.

The deacon of the dignified half-step purple mansion, how to say death means death...

cut!

Without giving these people time to be astonished, Lin Yun's figure flashed, and while waving the blade, he cut off one person in the middle.

"Back, back!"

"Hurry up, this treasure is a little weird!"

The death of two people in a row caused everyone to wake up like a dream.

In their eyes, the youth in green clothes in front of them was as terrifying as a demon.

He shouldn't have been given a chance to get close, but now that he wakes up, it's too late.

Kill without mercy, behead to extinction!

Lin Yun's eyes were icy cold, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

From the moment he took out the treasure, there was no way for him to escape.

Unless he runs out of true essence, the killing will not stop.

The elders and disciples of the other sects saw this scene, and the expressions in their eyes were also incomparable. As bystanders, they saw it more clearly. The monstrous killing intent on Lin Yun's body was really shocking.

What is even more unbelievable is that the two masters of the half-step purple manor died when they said they would die.

Even if Lin Yun has a treasure, it is a bit unbelievable.

Someone said in a trembling voice: "This guy has the heart of mortal death, and he doesn't give himself a way back at all. This kind of person is really scary."

"The half-step deacons of the three sects are all evil cultivators. They look amazing, but they are actually stern. At the moment of life and death, they immediately show their original shape, but they are just a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

"In the end, the evil spirits of the High Heaven Sword Pavilion have fully revealed the swordsman's character."

"Hey, if my generation of righteous disciples have such courage, why would they suffer a loss when they encounter evil cultivators on weekdays."

There are countless evil cultivators scattered in the Daqin Empire. Once ordinary sect disciples encounter them, they will be more fortunate than others.

Why?

It was just that there was less air, and before they fought, they were frightened by the opponent's suffocation. It is rare to be able to exert 50% of his strength.

In the wind and snow, Lin Yun's courage to look at death like a home, and the power of one person, shocked the eight evil cultivators back.

I have to say, it's really inspiring.

"Spring breeze and rain!"

"The waves don't stop!"

"Smoky water!"

"Frosty and cold!"

Lin Yun, who was chasing him all the way, was always very calm, and he used the subtle killer moves in the Shuiyue swordsmanship. With the Scarlet Flame War Blade in his hand, he displayed it one by one, and in the blink of an eye, three more people died.

The deaths one after another completely scared the remaining three people.

With a sad face, he fled in embarrassment, shouting incessantly.

clang!

Seeing the three of them, they were about to die one after another, and a wisp of sword light fell, blocking the Chiyan battle flag.

Lin Yun only felt that his hands were numb, and he was shaken back fiercely.

When I looked up, it was an old man in gray clothes from Qijue Fort, and he was filled with a strong coercion.

Impressively, Elder Zifujing!

"There are also such bloody people in the Daqin Empire. This old man is really reluctant to kill people, but you must die!"

The gray clothed old man stepped forward, and the incomparably sharp blade mixed with the power of the Purple Palace Realm surged forward.

Before the person arrived, he shattered the blade on Lin Yun's body.

too strong……

This is the strength of a strong person in the Zifu realm. Compared with the half-step Zifu, it is completely different and cannot be compared.

rub rub!

He didn't give Lin Yun time to guess, but he bullied him and slashed three times in a row.

After three slashes, blood spilled from the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and he was shocked and flew out. But on the way of flying, he gritted his teeth, and the war blade drew a blood-colored arc forward with the double-moon blood sickle during the flip.

Whoosh!

Although the gray clothed old man responded, he retreated a little slower, and a shallow bloodstain was pulled out from his chest.

Touching the wound on his chest, the cold light in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man became even more gloomy.

clang!

Before Lin Yun fell to the ground, his body flashed, and he slashed the scarlet-blooded war blade in Lin Yun's hand, leaving a terrifying scar on his chest at the same time.

"elder brother!"

Xin Yan was shocked, and the other elders of the sword pavilion also changed their expressions.

In the end, the opponent broke through the line of defense and released an elder from the Purple Palace, or a ruthless swordsman.

"court death!"

Xin Jue, who was entangled with the enemy deacon, his face sank, turned into a flash of lightning, and killed him like a giant.

Right now, there are not enough people in the sword pavilion, and it is difficult for the elders to withdraw to help.

The ten sword pavilion elders basically fought one against three, and the sword-wielding elders relied on the Xiaoyun sword to fight one against ten.

Apart from him, no one helped Lin Yun.

Without even thinking about it, Xin Jue used her Thunder Sword Stance to the extreme and rushed towards him.

"Is there another one to die?"

The gray-clothed old man smiled coldly, raised his hand with a knife, and looked at the thundering sword.

Ke Xinjue's thundering sword stance was obviously beyond his expectations, much stronger than he had imagined.

The might of a sword shook him back several steps.

"If you want to kill Lin Yun, pass me first."

With the crackling of electric light all over his body, Xin Jue exuded a powerful sword force, and looked at the other party with cold eyes, with the slightest fear.

"Half-step Zifu?"

The gray-clothed old man clearly felt the aura on Xin Jue's body, stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Lingxiao sword pavilion is really talented, if it were an ordinary Zifu realm, I'm afraid I can't help you. Unfortunately, what you have encountered is I die!"

As soon as the voice fell, it rose into the sky and slashed out with a heavy knife.

Suddenly, the thunder shadow exploded, and when the sword light fell, it looked like a ferocious and terrifying dragon.

Click!

Xin Jue, who blocked the sword, took three steps back, and the long sword in his hand exploded. The palm overflowed, and the blood dripped down the hilt into the snow.

"Senior brother, take the sword!"

Not far away, lying on the ground, Lin Yun, who was severely injured, clutched the wound on his chest and threw a sword from his storage bag.

It was the ancient treasure he harvested in the ninth-floor treasure hall.

A flash of strange light flashed in Xin Jue's eyes, and before the precious soldier fell, the man made a circle in the air and held the sword.

But the dragon-like sword light behind him followed him like a shadow and killed him again.

Without thinking about it, Xin Jue suddenly turned around and drew his sword.

boom!

The sword's body shines brilliantly, and the fierce sword power contained in the ancient treasures is like a dazzling bright sun.

Treasure again?

The gray-clothed old man rushing in, his face changed slightly, but he cursed in his heart.

Endless...

"Good sword!"

Holding the Ancient Treasure Soldier, Xin Jue in mid-air burst out laughing, wielding a sword all over his body. Then he smashed the opponent's ruthless and unfeeling swordsmanship in an instant, and then gained the power unforgiving. With the power of a treasured soldier, he exerted his own thunder swordsmanship to the power beyond the limit.

Clang clang clang clang!

Nine thunder-like sword beams, each fiercer than the other, finally smashed the mighty purple mansion of the gray-clothed old man to pieces.

When the last sword fell, it stabbed in his chest and chopped him down heavily.

Mirror flower water moon!

Lin Yun, whose injuries were slightly relieved on the ground, flashed coldly in his eyes, and slapped the ground with his palm.

He rose from the sky, held the hilt of the sword, let the fierce snowflakes slap on his face, and charged towards the gray-clothed old man.

"act recklessly."

The grey clothed old man hadn't landed yet, when he saw Lin Yun rushing towards him, the corner of his mouth evoked a sneer of disdain.

He was hit with a knife, and he dared to rush to die.

But his smile quickly condensed, and Lin Yun suddenly turned into nine afterimages in midair, rising like clouds and quietly dispersing.

"die!"

Nine afterimages overlapped on their sides, and the moment they overlapped, there was moonlight changing on Lin Yun.

Cloudy and sunny, the situation changes.

When Lin Yun stabbed out with a sword, the cloud disappeared and the rain fell, and Cai Che was bright. The sword glow blooms like a flower, the sky is clear and the water is clear, the falling flowers and the bright moon fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

This sword, Shuiyuejinghua, bloomed beautifully in the scattered snowflakes.

Pfft!

The old man in gray didn't have time to react at all, and was slashed in the throat with a sword.

Blood spurted out of his neck immediately.

In the vast snowstorm, this tyrannical elder of the Purple Palace, clutching his neck, fell down extremely unwillingly.

The moment he fell, Lin Yun, who was relaxed, spat out blood, and his face became even paler. It seems to be even colder than the snowflakes dancing all over the sky.