Chapter 709

Pfft!

There is no suspense, when the fist hit the tip of the spear, in just a split second, the dazzling spear fell apart. Ouyang Hao spit out blood, and his whole body was shaken out. With a plop, he knelt down on one knee and blasted countless cracks in the ground.

Lin Yun dressed in a green shirt, stood against the wind, looked at the other party coldly, and said lightly, "Ouyang Hao come with some real skills, otherwise I'm afraid you will keep kneeling down."

so crazy...

The faces of the many leaders in Tianling City looked quite ugly. Who would have thought that even if they really met Ouyang Hao in the Tianling Seven Shows?

That Lin Yun was still so arrogant, his demeanor undiminished.

boom!

A chilly coolness swept out, and eight blood clouds suddenly floated from Ouyang Hao's body. The eight blood clouds bloomed like flowers behind him, like seven majestic blood mountains, and like a vast sea of ​​clouds, all scarlet.

"The Eighth Stage of Xiaoyun Art!"

"Is this the true strength of Tianling Qixiu? Xiaoyunzong's town-style cultivation method was actually cultivated to the eighth level by him!"

"I heard that this practice method is only nine."

Seeing the terrifying aura re-condensed on Ouyang Hao's body, there were flames burning deep in the eyes of the leaders of Tianling City, but don't lose.

At the same time, the eyes of many foreign leaders fell on Lin Yun.

This young man who was contemptuously called a sword slave by the leaders of Tianling City, beheaded Qing Ruoyou just because he offended him. There is no doubt that the strength it shows is comparable to the Seven Shows of Tianling, which makes people admire.

"I really didn't expect that you would be forced out of your true strength."

Ouyang Hao looked cold and looked at Lin Yun who was in front of him, and he didn't hide the killing intent in his eyes.

Lin Yun's expression was indifferent, but he just looked at the other party coldly. The terrifying aura that burst out of his body did not make Lin Yun's face waver.

"When death is imminent, you don't even know it. From the moment you stole His Highness Youruo's Ziyao Divine Stone, you are already a dead person, and you have no idea who you have offended!"

Ouyang Hao snorted coldly, endless killing intent rolled away and fell on Lin Yun.

That kind of killing intent seems to be full of hands from ancient times, full of violent aura, as if to devour everything. But Lin Yun was as motionless as a mountain, like a sword, coming towards the wind, screaming loudly, making it impossible for the wild beasts derived from the killing intent to approach him.

Feeling the fighting spirit on Lin Yun's body, Ouyang Hao sneered: "You are really not afraid of death, and I don't bother to entangle with you. Just one move, if you can catch this move, I won't bother you. ."

"This shot is called Star Splitting!"

As soon as he spoke, the aura derived from Xiaoyun Jue on his body suddenly surged again. When the endless real essence was injected into the long spear, the sky, the earth and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

In this darkness, the tip of his spear radiated a scarlet and violent light, and a terrifying power that shook the sky frantically condensed. The bloody light lingering around the tip of the gun seemed to squirm like life in an instant.

"horrible……"

"Is this the basis for him to become Tianling Qixiu?"

Aware of this terrifying aura, Guo Xu, Yang Fan and many other foreign leaders all changed their faces.

"Hmph, this is what Ouyang Hao did at the beginning. He tore apart a loose cultivator with a perfect Yin-Yang realm with one shot, and then he became famous. I don't believe that Lin Yun can stop it!"

The local leader of Tianling City, with an indifferent expression, once again revealed the look of anticipation.

It seems that Lin Yun was torn to pieces under this shot.

The shocking power was constantly brewing, and with the fall of this general trend, Lin Yun felt an unprecedented pressure.

But his heart, his sword, and his people were not at all nervous or hurried under this immense pressure.

In his eyes, the monstrous fighting intent was surging. The consummate Innate Sword Intent at the peak of perfection trembled crazily at this moment, bursting out waves of sword light that broke through the sky, moving forward inexorably, causing all things in the world to tremble.

With the increasingly bright light on his body, in this endless darkness, finally exudes his own light.

In the darkness, there is not only the ray of blood on the tip of the opponent's spear, but the sharp edge.

"Canglong Jianwei, overwhelms the heavens!"

This move barely made me take it seriously.

Lin Yun's eyes flashed, and in an instant, the Ziyuan Sword Art, which had already climbed to its peak, perfectly merged with the Canglong demon power. Eleven thunder and lightning dragon pythons wandering around him suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and they kept squirming and condensed into eleven unparalleled sword lights.

Above the sword light, the ancient dragon pattern was imprinted, and the thunder was surging.

The Canglong roared, the sword intent hummed, the ground exploded again, and the majestic and domineering Canglong Sword Might, wrapped in eleven sword lights, burst forth.

At the same time, the blood-colored spear that was about to tear apart the stars erupted into an overwhelming bloody glow, like a vast sea of ​​clouds, which was wanton.

Bang!

Two equally shocking forces, enough to easily kill the terrifying ultimate move of Yin-Yang Realm, collided in the air.

At the moment of the impact, the rumbling sound made the world tremble, except for the mysterious mountain shrouded in sword fog. There are low mountain peaks in the four directions, and there are gaps between them.

The two terrifying auras were intertwined, the true essence was agitated, the vision was broken, and the terrifying aftermath swept out.

boom! boom! boom!

At the center of the confrontation, the two face-to-face grievances are each enduring an unparalleled shock-resisting force. With a loud noise that shocked the sky, the two figures flew out like meteors.

Pfft!

The two of them each collided with a low mountain before they stopped. In just an instant, the low mountain peak collapsed suddenly, turning into countless indistinct rubble.

There was silence in all directions, and one after another, they looked at the two people who fell on the stone pile, and their expressions were a little dazed.

Bang!

Just when everyone was amazed, a ray of light rushed out of the piled up gravel.

Ouyang Haoren was in the air, his blood-stained face showed a ferocious look, and he looked coldly at the pile of rubble in front of him.

"Little Swordsman, fight with me, there is a dead end!"

"yes?"

But as soon as his voice fell, the peaks of the countless mountains and rocks were instantly annihilated, and it was an unrivaled force. The many crushed stones were forcibly cracked into ashes, and when they swayed in the wind, they disappeared.

There is only a cyan figure, walking slowly, he is spotless and extraordinary. The purple mist on his body was like a haze, and Shenghui lingered, and it didn't look like he was injured at all.

"you……"

Ouyang Hao was taken aback, the opponent resisted his own killing move and was unharmed?

Is it weird?

In fact, it is not surprising at all, one has been gaining momentum for a long time, and the other is a little serious. His ultimate move was inferior to Lin Yun's final test under the sword formation.

How to make Lin Yun really hurt, just relying on the vast real essence of the eleventh level of sword art, he resolved the remaining power of the opponent's ultimate move.

"Come down."

Without waiting for the other party to react, a fist like the roar of a blue dragon slammed into Ouyang Hao's chest.

Pfft!

Another mouthful of blood spit out, and Ouyang Hao fell to the ground again. Just as he was about to struggle to get up, Lin Yun stepped on his chest and said in a cold voice, "You're such a jerk, you're too embarrassed to say that you want to kill me?"

Ouyang Hao was in pain and felt like his heart was about to burst. What was even more terrifying was that Lin Yunbing's cold and merciless mockery made him taunt him to the extreme.

"Damn, let me go."

Ouyang Hao struggled frantically, trying to break free, but to no avail.

The expression in Lin Yun's eyes was extremely indifferent, the other party would rather treat Qing Ruoyou as a dog than kill himself.

It has long been immortal, and his eyes, without the slightest pity, surged with murderous intent.

"No, don't kill me."

Seeing the killing intent in Lin Yun's eyes, Ouyang Hao panicked and immediately begged for mercy.

"late."

Lin Yun's face was expressionless, but just as he was about to smash his head with one foot, five fierce killing intents rushed from behind him.

He looked back, and it was the elders of Xiao Yunzong who had arrived late, just five people, no more, no less. They were not as strong as Ouyang Hao, and they were all the way out of the cave, but their speed was much slower.

call out!

With a flash, Lin Yun avoided it.

He gently waved his hand, opened the sword box behind him, and caught the burial sword as the petals fluttered in the sky.

Clang!

The body of the sword was like a stream of autumn water, and it slid past his eyes. Lin Yun didn't even think about it, he just picked up the sword and killed it.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people. Today, the sword in his hand, he wants to drink blood to kill, and return it tenfold!