Chapter 731

In the shattered moonlight, Lin Yun, dressed in white, was as sharp as a sword. With a flash, he landed heavily on the ring.

Chen Ziyu and Chu Muyan's expressions changed slightly, and they involuntarily took a few steps back under this edge.

Their faces looked a little unnatural, which was somewhat different from the script they imagined.

Lin Yun should have been severely injured, his white clothes stained with blood, and he should have boarded the arena in an extremely embarrassed manner. But at the moment, there is a bit of embarrassment in the sharp edge, but the edge is wanton, and the sharp eyes can pierce the void.

"not good……"

The elders of the Chen family couldn't help exclaiming.

"Don't panic, this kid is definitely at the end of the shot, waiting to see the means of Master Ziyu."

Chen Wangye's eyes flickered, and he said softly.

From his understanding, the purple moon in the Ziyue Cave Sky was quite strange, and there should be a lot of moonlight remaining in Lin Yun's body, not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

In fact, it was exactly as he said, but Lin Yun didn't care at all, his heart was beating wildly.

The light of the Canglong Seal flickered, its heartbeat was terrifyingly strong, and the majestic blood qi kept pouring out like a spring. No matter how the strange purple moonflower devoured it, it couldn't keep up with the speed of qi and blood regeneration.

After hearing Chen Wangye's words, everyone in the Chen family calmed down a bit. After all, Chen Ziyu was also a talent for the perfect Yin-Yang realm, and he also mastered the will of ice martial arts.

"What are you doing by retreating so far? Don't you mean killing me like a dog? Come and shoot me to death!"

Lin Yun's eyes swept away and fell on Chen Ziyu, full of provocation.

"Afraid you won't succeed?"

Chen Ziyu sneered, the will of Frost suddenly burst out, and a terrifying coercion suddenly felt as thick as a deep abyss.

That chill, just in an instant, covered the big ring with icy frost. If he was an ordinary leader, he would be frozen into a popsicle just by standing on the frost flower, but Lin Yun's sword intent was already at its peak, and he was not afraid at all.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

There are countless chills that want to penetrate into Lin Yun's body like silk, but the sword will surround him, and the sharp sword will cut off all this merciless.

"die!"

Chen Ziyu frowned slightly, and didn't want to bear it any longer, so he raised his hand and patted it with a palm.

boom!

This palm was sacrificed, and the cloudy wind roared in the sky, and there was a mournful ghost roar in the wind. The cold wind is piercing to the bone, the chill is piercing the heart, and the cold sound enters the soul. His palm looks ordinary, but in fact, the method is extremely clever, and he will die immediately if he is underestimated.

Bang!

But when he was about to kill Lin Yun, a sword light lit up, and the funeral flower was as fast as lightning, stabbing it in the palm of his hand with precision.

The sharp tip of the sword and the sharp sword intent carry the sword energy of a purple kite like the ocean. With one sword, he pierced his palm, and blood overflowed.

"Three moves to defeat me? You can't even catch my sword!"

Blood dripped from the funeral flower, Lin Yun looked at the other side, indifferent and mocking.

Chen Ziyu's right hand drooped down softly, and his face changed from bluish red to burning pain. He was furious in his heart, hateful, how could the strength of this sword slave become so terrifying after not seeing him for a few days.

"Kill me like a dog? I will kill you like cutting grass!"

Lin Yun didn't give him any space to think at all, he pushed the eleventh-level Ziyuan Sword Art to the extreme, picked up the sword and killed it.

Ba Jian, the morning sun breaks!

A dazzling light suddenly appeared on Lin Yun's body, and an unrivaled sword force rose into the sky.

boom!

What an amazing sword this is, the boundless sword force evolves into a terrifying fireball, which is a fiery red morning sun. The morning light derived from the sword intent rendered the sky a bright red.

"No, no, no!"

The elders of the Chen family, who were waiting for Chen Ziyu to show off his power, were completely dumbfounded. They could see at a glance that Chen Ziyu would never be able to stop this sword.

Even if they faced this sword, they would definitely not be able to stop it, let alone Chen Ziyu who had one hand lost by Lin Yun.

With a desperate roar, that round of Chaoyang was smashed by the funeral flowers, Chen Ziyu's complexion changed greatly, and all kinds of methods kept coming out.

Bang!

But it was useless. When the morning sun fell, Chen Ziyu was smashed into mashed meat and fried into countless pieces of meat.

Just like the Xuanyin bell smashed on the blood dragon horse, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

With a single sword, Chen Ziyu was killed with a single sword, the whole place was silent, and Wan Lai was silent.

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at this scene in disbelief. That white-robed swordsman was a bit too scary.

"Can you get away?"

In such silence, Lin Yun, who had his back to Chu Muyan, suddenly spoke.

That Chu Muyan was quite cunning. When he saw Lin Yun's shot at Chen Ziyu, he immediately stepped aside. When he saw Lin Yun's sacrifice, it was still dawn, and he instantly understood that Chen Ziyu was dead, and even the immortals could not save him.

He didn't think of avenging the opponent at all, so he just jumped away and jumped off the ring.

In order to save his life, he didn't even bother to ask for the opportunity to join Ziyue Dongtian.

But who knew that as soon as it landed, Lin Yun discovered it.

Lin Yun, who was on the ring with his back to him, turned around slowly, looked at him coldly, and said solemnly: "The bones of the blood dragon and horse were turned into ashes by you, one by one. Is it you who threw his bones into ashes?"

Those eyes, accompanied by killing intent, were incomparably fierce, almost piercing the void.

Chu Muyan's heart tightened, and he was a little helpless, wishing he could slap his big ear. This is what he boasted, that the corpse of the blood dragon and horse was left alone, but at the moment it was taken seriously by Lin Yun.

But in the blink of an eye, a smile appeared on Chu Muyan's face. He jumped off the ring and was afraid of what he would do? Immediately he shouted: "Where is the powerhouse of Xiaoyunzong?"

"exist!"

Suddenly, many elders and disciples of Xiaoyun Sect responded loudly at the same time.

"Everyone obeyed the order, took revenge for Junior Brother Ouyang, and killed this sword slave."

Hearing the response, Chu Muyan's heart was settled, he first gave an order, then looked at Lin Yun and sneered: "What if the beast was crushed by me? You sword slave, how can you I can't be beaten to death!"

The power of poverty!

In the mysterious space of Lin Yunzi Mansion, the ancient fierce soul let out a roar, and the power of the sky in his body instantly burned.

The power of Qiongqi turned into flames, burning all the sixteen ferocious dragon patterns. His muscles were squirming, and there was a river-like energy surging throughout his body.

Bang!

Endless blood energy surged in Lin Yun, Lin Yun smashed the ring with one foot, fell from the sky, and slapped it down with a palm.

too fast!

Relying entirely on his strength, Lin Yun, who smashed the ring with one foot, was so fast that he could hardly catch it with the naked eye.

When he reappeared, he was already on top of Chu Muyan's head, his body was blazing with flames, brilliance like a pillar, and an ancient ferocity like an abyss blessed Lin Yun.

Pfft!

Chu Muyan couldn't even raise his head, and this palm landed on the top of his head. Under the terrified eyes of everyone, Chu Muyan's body was shrinking like a spring.

When the palm was completely slapped on the ground, blood spattered and bones were smashed into ashes, and there was no such person in the world.

"Who said that I can't kill you with one palm?" Lin Yun spoke slowly, the flames on his body gradually went out, but the edge was still lingering. His handsome face was as pale as a demon at the moment, his head was full of black hair, dancing like a waterfall. His eyes were as dark as ink and as deep as abyss, and there was a strange purple mark on the center of his eyebrows, which became more and more intense.

eye-catching.

Is that the sign of the sword slave?

I am afraid that no one dares to say this sentence again. It was written by an immortal, and the mountains and rivers are like ink. Lingxi pointed, Jing Xiu Fanghua, condensed into a point, fell on the eyebrows. He is Lin Yun, the Great Qin Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, the Burial Playboy Lin Yun!