Chapter 406

Roar!

The dragon-scaled horse burst into an astonishing aura in a moment, and in the roar, the golden hair all over his body shone brightly. The dragon-scale guards on horseback each held a long spear, and the long spear spit out a chilling light.

The eight long spears combined with the terrifying aura of the dragon-scaled horse burst out with sharp-edged aura, like eight mad dragons.

Breaking into the middle of the sky, the trembling sound of the spear tip was as sharp as a roar, extremely harsh.

Everything happened between lightning and flint, and in just a moment, the horror of Dragon Scale Guard was perfectly displayed.

According to rumors, the eight Dragon Scale Guards can join forces to slash the Purple Mansion!

Lin Yun's cold eyes were like lightning, and he lightly patted the blood dragon horse's neck.

Facing the shocking weather that erupted from the eight dragon-scaled horses, the blood dragon and horse roared like thunder, and dazzling lightning erupted from its four hooves, and terrifying blood flames burned all over its body.

Boundless suffocation, like a violent flame, soared into the sky on it.

boom!

The blood dragon horse stepped forward fiercely, and the half-foot-thick snow on the ground suddenly burst. The lightning flashed, the strong wind shook, and it was like a real evil spirit roaring out with the roar of the blood dragon and horse.

It seems like a simple step, but when the blood dragon's front hooves fell, the situation changed, and snowflakes fluttered.

The eight menacing dragon-scaled horses suddenly became uncontrollable and galloped on the spot.

The Dragon Scale Guard on the horse's back suddenly changed his face, and the long spear in his hand roared like a mad dragon, and the battle was in chaos.

The corner of the blood dragon horse's mouth evoked a disdainful smile, stepped out one step, and galloped like lightning.

Woohoo!

With a whimper, the eight blood dragon horses fell to the ground while trembling.

The sudden change made the eight dragon-scaled horses flash panic in their eyes.

Sitting down on the dragon-scaled horse, but facing the fierce beasts of Zifu, he would not be afraid. Under the pressure of the blood dragon-horse, he could not even get up.

"kill!"

But these eight people were experienced in hundreds of battles, and almost the moment they fell, they slammed their palms on the snow.

boom!

The snow splashed, and the eight figures regained their prestige and stabbed towards the Blood Dragon Spur.

Without the blessing of the dragon-scale horse, the eight people's prestige has weakened a lot, but they are still strong and powerful, making people not dare to underestimate them.

A chill flashed between Lin Yun's eyebrows on the blood dragon horse, and the sword intent all over his body merged with the suffocating aura of the blood dragon horse sitting down.

The already violent blood dragons and horses were oppressed, and with added edge, their prestige skyrocketed. The eight dragon-scale guards only felt the coercion of the falling, like a sharp sword wind, constantly slapping on their bodies, making their battle armor buzzing.

Under the shock, the blood was churning, and the complexion was very ugly.

"roll!"

Suddenly, Lin Yun fiercely pulled the reins, and the galloping blood dragon and horse jumped up high. The war horse neighed, and its upper body swept out in the air, its hooves were as fast as electricity and as thick as a mountain.

Along with the terrifying force, the eight dragon-scale guards armed with guns were kicked away by the blood dragon horse.

Bang!

When the hoofs of the blood dragon and horse landed, the ground trembled, bursting out with a real temperament. The eight dragon-scale guards in midair spat out blood and fell to the ground.

His face was pale, and he kept rolling on the ground, but he couldn't get up again.

The snow did not stop, Lin Yunyun sat on the blood dragon horse, his eyes swept forward coldly.

The four sides were afraid of silence, and the rapid defeat of the dragon-scaled horse was beyond the expectations of many people.

The warriors watching near the street and in the pavilions all had incredible expressions in their eyes, and looked at the blood dragon horse sitting down, and their eyes flashed with fear.

This horse is a little too violent.

The eight dragon-scale guards who fell to the ground were unfavorable, like a slap on the face of the eldest prince and others.

Qin Yu held his five fingers on the armrest of the carriage and kept moving. Although he didn't say a word, everyone could feel the gloomy killing intent on him.

On both sides of the carriage, Han Gang of Xuantian Sect, Wang Feng of Shuiyue Mountain Villa, Ji Wuheng of Hunyuan Sect, Tang Jie of Qintian Academy, Bai Lixuan of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, these masters of Qingxuanhui all had a cold killing intent on their bodies.

"Let me do this shit."

Without waiting for the others to come forward, Xuan Tianzong Han Gang patted the warhorse and walked forward.

His eyes fell on Lin Yun, who was on the blood dragon horse, and he said coldly, "The cripple who cut off the first-level profound veins himself dares to make trouble at the wedding of the eldest prince. I think you are really impatient."

In the past, at the feast of Qiongtai in the Princess Mansion, the other party abolished his junior brother Bai Yu, and let him kill him.

It's a pity that not only did he fail to kill this kid, but he was defeated in the hands of Xin Jue, making him ashamed. Now, his cultivation base has advanced greatly, and he has cultivated to the peak of Consummation, and his strength is not what it used to be.

Originally, I thought that in the Longmen Grand Competition, Xinjue was defeated and shamed.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was gone.

Although Ke Xinjue is dead, Lin Yun is still alive, and now is undoubtedly a great opportunity to kill each other.

Trespassing at the prince's wedding and injuring the Dragon Scale Guard, each of which is enough to make him die without a place to be buried.

His whole body suddenly bloomed with golden radiance, the fierce and domineering Buddha's power, combined with his violent killing intent, was like a Buddhist King Kong walking out of a picture album.

The mighty Buddha's mighty power, endless confusion, thunder and fury, and violent aura made this wind and snow a hindrance.

"Devil Fist!"

"Han Gang's Demon Suppression Fist is said to have been cultivated to the pinnacle of perfection, but Lin Yun is self-extinguished from his profound veins, and his strength does not advance but retreats. I am afraid that this battle will be a very miserable defeat."

"Han Gang probably won't stay alive. After all, his junior brother was handicapped by Lin Yun in the princess' mansion."

There are many warriors who know the grievances and grievances between the two, and they all open their mouths.

thump!

When the Buddha's power on Han Gang's body rose to the extreme, his horse could no longer bear it when he sat down and collapsed to the ground. Seeing that Han Gang's figure was violent, he punched in the air, carrying the wrath of subduing demons, and slammed down at Lin Yun fiercely.

Under the might of the fist, the snowflakes floating in the air were crushed on the spot and ceased to exist.

Suddenly, between the two, there was no wind and no snow, and it was clear and empty.

"Die!"

As the volley fell, Han Gang's body was full of real energy, and the secret seal of Buddhism was condensed, causing the power of this punch to burst out with astonishing pressure.

"What a strong breath!"

The crowd looked at Han Gang, who fell in the air, like a Buddhist King Kong, as if even the mountain peaks could be shattered.

Lin Yun, who was on the blood dragon horse, looked incomparably insignificant under his boundless fist.

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability to do this..."

The blood dragon immediately flew up into the air, Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and tightly held the burial foil that popped out of the sword box.

When the five fingers grasped the hilt of the sword, the half-step innate sword intent surged from him. This sword intent is pure and fierce, ethereal and dusty, and does not eat the fireworks of the world, but it is domineering and unparalleled, looking down on all directions.

He doesn't have a strong cultivation base, but he is at the peak of the eighth level of Xuanwu, but this sword intent erupted on him. But he made his aura equal to that of Han Gang, fearless in life and death, and full of sharpness.

To the heart of the sword, keep moving forward!

"Sword Intent?"

Han Gang frowned, but then sneered.

"Without the support of your cultivation, how tyrannical your sword is, it's just a castle in the air, it's just a show!"

All ten profound veins in his body were activated, and the majestic true essence surged, urging his own Buddha power to an astonishing level. The fist roared loudly, and the powerful breath dissipated, forming a violent hurricane, disturbing the snow and wind in the sky.

"Specious?"

All seventy-one purple iris petals bloomed in Lin Yun's dantian, and eighteen pale white light patterns around the purple iris undulated at the same time.

Under the blessing of the power of time, his eight profound veins were crystal clear and burst out with dazzling aura.

boom!

The true essence was turbulent, and the momentum of its eighth level of Xuanwu continued to soar, surging out. The loud sound of the sword sounded, and the sword came out half an inch. The cold light flashed, dazzling and dazzling, making Han Gang's eyes hurt and his eyes trembled slightly.

On Lin Yun, he saw an artistic conception he had never seen before, a half-inch sword light, cold and arrogant. Han Gang, whose cultivation base was clearly two levels higher than the other party, felt a sense of panic at this moment, as if facing a bright moon, he seemed incomparably insignificant.

Clang!

The body of the sword swept past Lin Yun's eyes like flowing water, and all the burial foil swords were unsheathed, majestic sword intent, buzzing endlessly.

In Han Gang's heart, there was a sudden tremor, and under the penetration of this unparalleled sword intent, Fowei actually appeared a little crack.

"how can that be……"

Han Gang suddenly seemed a little flustered, and his confidence began to shake, "Damn, pretend!"

With a ferocious look on his face, Han Gang roared angrily, his facial features twisted, pushing his fist to the limit.

His five fingers clenched his fists, and a trace of tyrannical black air burst out, as if it split into a ferocious and ferocious monster, making it even more terrifying.

"It's over, Lin Yun is really going to die."

Outsiders could not see the panic in Han Gang's heart, but only saw the horror after his fist split, and all sighed for Lin Yun in their hearts.

There is no suspense anymore...

Bang!

But when the fist light and the sword light collided, an unexpected scene appeared, and there was a loud noise in the air. The two were on equal footing in the air, and they were evenly divided. The imaginary scene of Lin Yun being smashed to death by a punch did not happen at all.

Without giving outsiders any time to be surprised, Lin Yun's figure flickered, and he made six swords in a row.

The spring breeze turns into rain, and the rivers join together!

A sword came out, and the vast sword intent turned into a stream, and hundreds of rivers joined together, and in the silence, there were huge waves that rushed into the sky.

See the sky with water!

The Shuiyue Sword Power spreads out, and Lin Yun in mid-air seems to be in a lake. The reckless sword power is boundless and magnificent, and the snowflakes floating in the air seem to become thicker under the sword power.

Bang bang bang!

Han Gang's fist roared furiously, and the Demon Subduing Fist evolved to the extreme, but he still couldn't crush this sword force.

Smoke and water!

Layers of ripples suddenly swayed in the air, and a vast mist of water rose quietly.

Big waves!

One after another sword light is in the air, like waves, emerging one after another, swords are like waves, waves are like swords.

The situation was reversed in an instant. Han Gang, who was originally aggressive, was completely suppressed by Lin Yun's swordsmanship, and he was only passively beaten.

"Do not!"

Han Gang's momentum plummeted, and he gave birth to an illusion, as if he was facing a master of Zifu, and he had no power to fight at all.

Bang!

After the six swords, Han Gang is full of Buddha power, riddled with holes, and has no momentum in the Demon Subduing Fist.

"Beat me!"

Lin Yun snorted coldly, and buried the flowers in his hands, like a arrogant bright moon, reigning over the world, and arrogantly admiring himself.

This sword transformed Yue's arrogance into extreme domineering.

Everyone was stunned, such a tyrannical sword force completely surpassed their understanding.

"stop!"

In the eldest prince's team, an angry shout suddenly sounded, and on the left side of the carriage, the figures of the other masters of Qingxuanhui rose up into the air and rushed over.

But the sword has come out, how can it stop.

Pfft!

Blood splashed, Xuan Tianzong Han Gang's chest ribs were all cut off under this sword, and his body was heavily impacted on the snow by the potential contained in the sword glow.

"Transfiguration! This is the legendary transformation!"

Suddenly, there was an old man in the crowd, trembling and speaking, looking at Lin Yun's expression, extremely incredible. The swordsmanship is extraordinary and superb!