Chapter 407

On the snow, Xuan Tianzong Han Gang, his chest ribs were all broken, and the blood was raging.

Rao is because of his deep cultivation, and under this sword, he was also injured not lightly, miserable and embarrassed. If it were an ordinary 10th-level Xuanwu sword, it would have to be split in half on the spot with a single sword.

His body-protecting true essence was slashed by this sword light, and it was destroyed like nothing.

Such a terrifying and shocking scene caused bursts of exclamations in the crowd, and the eyes of Lin Yun changed greatly.

In the imagination, the picture of Lin Yun being punched to death did not appear.

On the contrary, it was Han Gang, who was hit hard on the ground and had difficulty getting up.

How exactly is this done?

Isn't Lin Yun already abolished, he has cut off his profound veins, and his cultivation base will retreat instead of advancing. Logically speaking, he should not be Han Gang's opponent at all, he is a waste.

When an old man trembled and uttered the word "transfiguration" in the crowd, many people woke up like a dream.

"The legendary transformation?"

"No way, it's unreasonable that a waste person can practice swordsmanship to the realm of transformation."

"Swordsmanship is extraordinary and superb... Ordinary swordsmanship, when practiced to the pinnacle of perfection, is already in the realm of no one in a thousand, world-class heroes. He actually mastered the transformation realm at a young age."

"Terrible. No wonder, no wonder he can compete with Han Gang at the eighth level of Xuanwu."

Transformation Realm is a legendary realm in the Daqin Empire. Almost no one has seen it, even if it is heard of by many people.

"court death!"

The voice that had previously shouted for Lin Yun to stop, saw Lin Yun almost behead Han Gang, and suddenly became furious.

Whoosh!

In the vast wind and snow, a figure broke through the sky, and a violent storm broke out wherever it passed. The terrifying aura, accompanied by a fierce murderous aura, ruthlessly crushed the snowflakes in the air.

He is the powerhouse of the Half-Step Purple Mansion in the Shence Camp!

Lin Yun looked up and saw a blood-colored light bursting in the air. It turned into an ancient handprint, containing almost the killing intent, and slapped him fiercely.

Bang!

This bloody handprint fell too fast, Lin Yun backhanded a sword, slashing 80% of the power of the handprint.

But 20% of the aftermath still fell on him, and he immediately spit out blood and was shocked and flew out.

If his cultivation base is still at the ninth level of Xuanwu, he may not be injured so badly, but the gap between his cultivation base and Banbu Zifu is still too great.

It was just after the battle was over, and I was caught off guard by this palm.

The killing intent contained in the fingerprints rammed through his body and wanted to cause more internal injuries.

But with the operation of the Ziyuan Sword Art, under the roar of the sword intent, the palm energy that rushed in was like mud entering the sea, silently.

Taking three steps back, Lin Yun regained his footing.

"Little Junior Brother!"

Xinyan on the carriage turned pale with shock, her face was horrified, she wanted to struggle to stand up, but she showed an extremely painful look.

But it was the eldest prince, Qin Yu, who had already sealed her up in advance before an accident happened.

Qin Yu sat on the side with a gloomy expression and a sneer at the corner of his mouth. His face was calm, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I'm fine, senior, don't worry."

Lin Yun wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and squeezed out a smile on his pale face.

But this smile, in this cold wind and snow, makes people feel extremely distressed.

"It's not easy for you to be able to laugh after being hit by my bloody handprint."

The man who shot landed on the snow. He was wearing a military uniform of Shence Camp. He was in his thirties. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, and his cheeks were thin, giving people a very cold feeling.

He spoke unhurriedly, staring at Lin Yun with venomous eyes.

"It's Han Tianming! The captain of the Dragon Scale Guard..."

"This guy's name is not small, he is known as the strongest half-step Zifu, and no one can match the Zifu without it."

"Lin Yun's loss is a bit big. If he hadn't cut out that sword, he might not have been hit by this bloody handprint."

Some people in the crowd quickly recognized the powerhouse of this half-step Zifu, and there were quite a few experts in the Shence Camp.

"However, the eldest prince's wedding also dared to make trouble, and even injured him. Today, you must die, kill him!"

The cold-blooded ruthlessness and decisive killing of the soldiers were very obvious in Han Tianming. Without giving Lin Yun a chance to guess, he ordered the Shence Camp to be dispatched.

The guards in the Shence Camp, riding their war horses, turned into a violent hurricane and rushed towards Lin Yun.

Boom!

This time, it wasn't as simple as the eight Dragon Scale Guards. Hundreds of cavalrymen rushed in at one time, wearing battle armor, with indifferent expressions and resolute expressions.

Hundreds of elites from the Shence Camp, combined with the incessant, tyrannical killing spirit, merged into one.

The war horses were formed in the formation of the army, the horses stepped on the snow, and the ground rumbled and rumbled, and the sound was powerful.

There were bursts of exclamations, and a deep shock flashed in the eyes of many onlookers.

The elites in the Shence Camp are definitely not the opponents of the sect leaders, and they can even be killed like chopping melons and vegetables.

But once the number reaches hundreds, there will be a qualitative fission. They practice the same cultivation technique and the same martial art. The probability is clear, with daily practice and seamless cooperation, there are few flaws, especially under the frontal charge.

Not to mention the eighth level of Xuanwu, the tenth level of Xuanwu is also a dead word.

Lin Yun's eyes were sharp, and the flowers were buried in his hands, humming continuously, and the reckless sword intent swallowed the cold light.

Seven Profound Steps, the Golden Crow spreads its wings!

The golden black seal bloomed on the back, and his body, in the falling snow, dashed a rainbow light and rushed up.

Seven mysterious steps, dazzling shadow fans!

When he was about to approach, these hundreds of elites from the divine strategy camp, his figure suddenly blurred, and the afterimages overlapped, like clouds and mists suddenly rising in the mountains.

Hundreds of elites from the Shence Battalion suddenly flashed confusion in their eyes, and they were full of murderous intent, but they couldn't lock on Lin Yun.

Drenched in the snow like a knife, for a while, he could not see his figure clearly.

"there!"

When they found Lin Yun again, they were stunned to find that Lin Yun had already rushed over their heads.

kill!

In mid-air, Lin Yun's eyes condensed with a sharp edge, bursting out with boundless killing intent, the burial flowers overflowed with chills, and a chill that was colder than the wind and snow flowed out, just like Lin Yun's determination at this moment.

The sword is connected to the heart, and the heart is connected.

Like me, like a sword, fearless in life and death!

The trembling burial foil made a loud trembling sound, resounding in all directions, deafening, and many people could not hold the sword in their hands.

Pfft!

Hundreds of elites were suddenly in chaos, and Lin Yun, who fell into it, flew up and down. One person and one sword, the blood of the killing splattered rainbows, dyeing the white snow floating in the air red.

In an instant, people on the ground turned their backs on their horses, and apart from Lin Yun, no one was standing.

The Shence camp had a hundred people, and most of them were killed or injured, and almost all of them fell.

Eye-catching blood fell on the snow, and those who saw it were shocked and moved. But the guards of the Shence Camp were wrong. They were battle-hardened fighters who had long been accustomed to all kinds of killings and only respected military orders.

The Shence Battalion cavalry in the back row came like the wind and rolled over again.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and under his palm, the burial foil spun for no reason. Between the rotations, a violent storm erupted, and the boundless sword momentum kept accumulating. ,

The strong wind blew the heavy snow, dancing wildly around him, and the boy's long hair was flamboyant.

Bright Moon Light!

When the sword power reached its peak, Lin Yun held the rotating hilt with his backhand. It seemed that a bright moon was rising behind him, and the sword turned into a mighty sword light.

The purple sword glow is like the light of the bright moon, and the moonlight is dazzling and dazzling, making the wind and snow all over the sky overshadowed.

Bang bang bang!

The cavalry that attacked was swept away by the sword light, all their armors were shattered, their horses were all dead, and their complete formation was in chaos.

Bang!

But before Lin Yun could retract his sword, he saw a flash of red light and Han Tianming appeared in front of him. The corners of his mouth evoked a wicked smile, he raised his hand, and a palm was printed towards his heart, with a blood-colored mark on the palm of his hand, which was as hideous as a poisonous snake.

Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yun avoided the key point, but was still stamped on his right shoulder by his palm.

A blood splattered from his right shoulder, and the palm swayed, knocking him into the air again.

"So shameless!"

In this scene, everyone who watched it gritted their teeth. Han Tianming's half-step Zifu realm was far higher than Lin Yunxiu's.

But his shot is despicable and disgusting, and every time Lin Yun takes his sword, he shoots.

Before, no matter how many Shence Camp was killed or injured, he remained silent, just staring at him like a poisonous snake.

thump!

Lin Yun fell on the snow, and the funeral flower came out of his hand. This time, the injury was more serious than the last palm.

At the realm of the half-step Purple Mansion, a well-prepared palm, even if it avoids the key points, is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Lin Yun, hurry up and leave me alone."

Xinyan on the carriage looked in pain and shouted loudly.

Da da da!

The Shence camp in the rear was still gathering, and the eldest prince on the carriage was expressionless. The VIPs of Qingxuanhui on both sides of him fell on Lin Yun, who was indifferent to the end, without any fluctuations, as if he was a dead person.

The crowd in the four directions looked quite pity in their eyes, the young man who fell to the ground in the wind and snow was really helpless.

In the end, it was the First Prince, he didn't say a word, not even a look.

Let this young man see the end of annoyed him.

If there is no accident, this Lin Yun is afraid that he will be forced to death.

What if the swordsmanship has been cultivated to the realm of transformation?

One person and one sword, the God of Killing Camp, what about the blood sword Feihong?

This Han Tianming will not entangle with you, no matter how high his swordsmanship is, there is no room for him to play.

"kill!"

A cold smile appeared on Han Tianming's thin face, and contempt flashed in his eyes.

He enjoys the thrill of playing with this kind of genius and evildoer among the applause. Ten days ago, he was also a leader, but unfortunately, after failing to be promoted to Zifu, the half-step Zifu realm has been stuck until now.

He has a twisted and perverted hatred for the evildoers.

Boom, boom, boom!

The warhorse neighed, the hurricane was in it, and the Shence Camp assembled at the rear, under Han Tianming's order, rushed again wildly. The ground trembled, and the screams and killings between heaven and earth made people tremble.

"Go, let's go!"

Xin Yan's eyes were flushed, and she said choked up.

Lin Yun on the ground gave a bitter smile: "Sister, since I'm here, I won't leave if there is no result. The blood is not cold yet, so the drawn sword has no reason to take it back."

For whom you are happy, for whom you worry, and for whom you draw your sword and do not look back!

Bang!

The boy's palm slapped violently in the snow, and as the snow splashed, Lin Yun stood up and shouted, "Sword!"

The burial foil swords scattered in the distance screamed and beckoned, and they were tightly held by it.

Frost and cold!

Facing hundreds of elites from the Shence Battalion who shouted to kill Zhentian, Lin Yun in mid-air swept away with sword intent. The moment he held the funeral foil, he waved his hand. The endless chill is accompanied by the boundless sword force, and everything is frozen wherever it passes.

The wind is cold, the snow is cold, and the heart is colder than this wind and snow.

But Lin Yun's sword is inexorable!

Like the wind, like the wind of autumn leaves, like the wind of bleak autumn leaves.

Like snow, like the snow in the cold winter, like the snow that freezes all things in the cold winter.

Click!

The ice shattered, and the hundreds of elites from the Shence Battalion rushed towards them, spitting out blood, and without exception, all of them were blasted out by the icy sword intent in their bodies.

"Die!"

In the roar of laughter, Han Tianming turned into a flash of red light and appeared in front of Lin Yun at a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His face was grinning wildly, killing intent in his eyes was like blood, he slapped it with a palm, and went straight to Lin Yun's forehead.

Many warriors in the crowd suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air, secretly thinking in their hearts, how cruel... This Han Tianming is really as cold as a poisonous snake, no, he is more terrifying than a poisonous snake.

But Han Tianming was stunned for a moment, and felt panic inexplicably. He saw Lin Yun's eyes, calm as water, with endless waves.

It's like looking at a dead person, without any emotion whatsoever.

"what happened?"

In Han Tianming's heart, doubts arose.

Flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, Geng gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern... All of them are perfect second-grade spiritual patterns. In the meridians of Lin Yun's body, they are bright like stars, criss-crossing and ringing. Interlocked together to form a vast picture.

Lin Yun's whole body suddenly burst out with bright lights from the inside to the outside. The whole body is coercive, crazy skyrocketing, the 9th level of the basalt, the 10th level of the basalt, the half-step purple mansion...

boom!

Before it stopped, after his breath reached the half-step Purple Mansion, he soared to the shocking Purple Mansion Realm.

Han Tianming's palm rested at half an inch in front of Lin Yun's forehead, and could no longer move forward at all. The terrifying pressure of the Purple Mansion shook him and twisted him into a terrifying pain.

what happened?

There was horror in his eyes, he couldn't believe it.

Thousand Machine Seals, palm broken mountains and rivers map!

Accompanied by a thunderous tiger roar, a huge tiger palm suddenly fell in mid-air, and it fell swiftly with a thunderous force.

"Do not!"

Han Tianming was terrified in his heart, his expression changed greatly, and he wanted to retreat.

Is it refundable?

Lin Yun, I've been waiting for him for a long time!

Bang!

When the tiger palm was on this vast snowy field, Han Tianming, who was half a step into the realm of the Purple Mansion, was photographed into a muddy flesh on the spot. The ground shook violently, the street suddenly burst, and there was a loud bang, roaring continuously, as if the world and the earth were under this palm, trembling.

Countless figures were thrown into the air under this shock. The rocks were scattered in the sky, and the flying snow danced wildly. The world was completely chaotic.

"Come with me!"

Lin Yun's eyes swept away and landed on Ma Cheng's Xinyan, without hesitation, vacated. Xiangjian's heart, fearless in life and death, although thousands of people I will go!