Chapter 1120

When the silver spear was held in Leng Aoran's hands, the night's crimson turned into a blood red, and the crescent moon was hidden in the blood, like a beauty with red makeup.

Weird, ghostly, creepy.

Under such darkness, Lin Yun stood in the void with a silver moon mask on his face. There was a silver brilliance on his body, and a long silver hair was splitting down, which was much longer than the usual blue silk.

Whoa!

The silver hair was slightly raised in the wind, and Lin Yun held the purple jade bamboo flute and landed on a dilapidated ruin.

Funeral playboy!

Leng arrogantly stared at the other party, his eyes flashed with blood, and the corner of his mouth had a smile. His appearance, under this moonlight, looks very strange, as if he can distort people's minds at any time.

A look can make people fall into the Asura purgatory-like environment, fall into it forever, and fall into madness.

"I saw my Xuantian Heavy Armor, and I also knew that the Holy Soldier fell in my hands. You dare to appear, which is really beyond my expectations." Leng Ao Ran smiled evilly, looking at Lin Yun unscrupulously.

When he fought against Yan Teng before, he vaguely noticed that there were eyes watching from a distance.

Leng Ao Ran didn't care, especially after he got the Holy Soldier.

It's okay if the other party doesn't appear, but if he does, he will die.

Funeral playboy?

Hehe, just looking for death!

"Go ahead."

Lin Yun glanced at the hole in his shoulder, blood was still flowing, and the injury was not light. If he was at his peak, holding a holy soldier in his hand, Lin Yun would have to be a little bit afraid.

But that's all, now that there is an injury, and all the cards are known, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"You guy, you really can't cry without seeing the coffin. I'll see who is under your mask!"

Leng arrogantly smiled and took a step out.

His speed was very fast, and he disappeared from the sight of everyone almost instantly, but he just took a step. Xiao Yin immediately rang, and a purple iris blossomed as if it appeared out of thin air.

clang!

Leng proudly waved the silver spear in his hand and chopped up the flying purple irises, but he was also forced out of his figure.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Without waiting for him to react, the continuous sound of Xiao sounds accompanied by the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent, kept sounding under Lin Yun's playing.

At the same time, Lin Yun's eyes were tightly closed, and the blue shirt was agitated, and one after another purple irises burst out from his body.

After a while, snow fell all over the sky.

Xiaoyin is like dripping rain, which can be seen in the sky, Xiaoyin is like an endless sea of ​​flowers, blooming with fragrance, which can be heard everywhere, and it is like a beautiful woman like the moon, independent from the world, arousing reverie.

This Xiao sound can be seen, heard, and imagined, the eternal sky, the wind and the moon, all in the boundless wind and snow.

Majestic vision, magnificent and mighty!

The face of Ben Lei Mojian immediately became ugly. He wanted to kill him, and directly suppressed the opponent with the silver spear in his hand, and took off Lin Yun's mask directly.

Unexpectedly, he took a step and was repelled by this Xiao Yin.

clang clang!

The silver spear in his hand was dazzled by the wave of his dazzling eyes, the purple irises were chopped up, and the sword light was blasted.

But he couldn't take half a step closer, instead, under the pressure of Xiao Yin, he retreated step by step.

laugh!

A petal flew away, and the Thunder Demon Sword did not avoid it in time, and blood was stabbed out of the cheek.

"It's not over!"

Leng Ao Ran's eyes flashed with anger, and with a wave of his hand, he directly poured Xing Yuan into the holy soldier in his hand.

boom!

In an instant, the hundred holy patterns bloomed, and a violent and unparalleled coercion burst forth, and the holy soldier was far stronger than Yan Teng in his hands.

Ka Ka Ka!

He saw countless petals shattered in the void, and he held a silver spear to destroy the rotten tree and rot, and drove straight into the sky and the petals.

boom!

Lin Yun's loose long hair fluttered in an instant, the sharp edge of his body bloomed, and the sweet Xiao sound turned into a shocking long tone.

It was like the Wanzhang Waterfall rolled back into the wind and rushed into the sky. At the same time, his Tongtian Sword Intent continued to soar, from Tongtian Xiaocheng to Tongtian Dacheng, and then to Tongtian Peak Consummation.

hum!

That elongated Xiao sound made a piercing shrill sound, like a phoenix ming, reaching its peak at the same time as Tongtian Sword Intent.

The silver spear that drove straight in was blocked by a vision of sound waves and sword intent when it was still two feet away from Lin Yun.

The tip of the gun is dazzling, with thunder and lightning like blood, dazzling.

However, no matter how hard Ben Lei Sword Demon exerted himself, in the face of such a powerful vision, he could never break it open.

boom!

On the ruins, Lin Yun's closed eyes suddenly opened at this moment.

In an instant, Lin Yun's sharp xiao sound at its peak suddenly softened. It seems to have turned into a wind dragon, turning among the clouds, turning faster and faster, sweeping away the blood-like night.

Whoa!

The clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and the stars fell in the sky.

Lin Yun was dressed in a silver robe, covered with stars falling from the sky, and his fingers twitched rapidly. This song of flying purple kites is approaching the unimaginable limit, and the starlight falling on him seems to be distorted.

Sword shadows burst out from within his body, forming a sword formation in the blink of an eye.

Ziyuan sword formation, peerless!

The sword shadows formed a formation, and Lin Yunren rose into the air on the ruins, carrying the boundless sword intent, wrapped in the starry sky, and pushed forward in the snowflakes.

The face of Ben Lei Mojian changed greatly, he put away the holy spear, and replaced it with the sword he used before with a wave.

Substituting a gun for a sword was a little uncomfortable for him after all.

The sword light waved in his hand, and it could be clearly seen that every line of his sword light turned into a blood-electric dragon. The Flood Dragon was like a magic whip with a length of several hundred meters, constantly slapping on the sword formation.

But the sword formation is like a mountain, with the blessing of Tongtian Jianyi and Xiao Yin, there is no flaw at all.

The figure of Ben Lei Demon Sword was constantly forced back by Lin Yun under the watchful eyes of the public.

"Kowloon breaks the sky!"

Leng Ao Ran was extremely aggrieved, completely angry, a sword was swung out, and the sea of ​​blood was empty. In the vast sea of ​​blood, nine dragon shadows burst out of the sea and roared towards the Ziyuan sword formation.

At this moment, the world was dyed with blood, and everyone felt the madness of the Thunder Demon Sword.

Lin Yun was not afraid at all, he suddenly became heavier with the sound of the flute pounding like a hurricane. Every xiao sound is like a mountain rising from the ground, as if the sky is collapsing, and the eardrums of the shaking person tremble and become dizzy.

Ziyuan sword formation, reversal!

Nine turns to one, Fengming Chaoyang!

The majestic sword formation suddenly reversed, and Lin Yun's already terrifying sword intent became even more terrifying during the reversal. After the ninth rank, the terrifying sword intent that was close to the fourth rank was reached.

Boom!

The flying nine blood dragons slapped on the reversing sword formation, and a dazzling ray of light bloomed in the void.

terrible!

Everyone stared at all this in a stunned manner, completely never expecting that a single person could force the Thunder Demon Sword to such a degree with just a flute.

Clang!

In the dazzling and chaotic light, a phoenix sounded, and the morning sun rose behind Lin Yun.

Under the light of the rising sun, all the blood in the sky was dispelled, and Lin Yun walked out of the sun.

Pfft!

The cold and arrogant nine blood-colored flood dragons were completely smashed by the sword array, and a mouthful of blood was spit out, and it was too late to take a breath. In the sword formation, there was an ice phoenix draped in radiance, swooping towards him.

Xiao Yin continued slowly, and put a layer of holy light on the ice phoenix spreading its wings.

Bang!

The Ben Lei Demon Sword flew out in the air, and the whole person fell into the distance like a kite with a broken string.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun was deep in the air, and the sound of the dongxiao was in his ears, resounding through the heavens and the earth, as if colorful clouds were chasing the moon and went away.

"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"

Just when everyone felt that the crumbling Ben Lei Demon Sword was sure to die, a terrifying edge suddenly erupted on his body. A layer of profound armor exudes a metallic luster, illuminating the sky and the river of stars.

Xuantian Treasure Mirror!

Everyone's faces were slightly stunned, and suddenly they remembered that this person was still a disciple of Xuan Tianzong, and this strongest hole card was not used.

click! click! click! click!

Relying on the Xuantian heavy armor, Ben Lei Demon Sword rushed over with Xiao Yin, his eyes were blood red, and the whole person was in a daze.

Click!

The Xuantian heavy armor on his body, in the constant approach, faintly exploded. But in the end, he rushed into the Ziyuan sword formation, and the speed of the heavy armor breaking continued to accelerate, and Leng Ao Ran ignored it at all.

"Funeral playboy, your time to die is here!"

Leng Ao Ran sneered, and before he finished speaking, the sword light stabbed out.

He was very accurate, Lin Yun's song of flying purple kites had come to an end. As long as he survives the most dangerous sword formation and kills the opponent, he can solve the opponent with one sword.

Under everyone's attention, his sword stabbed directly into Lin Yun's heart, and countless exclamations sounded immediately on the ground.

But Leng Ao Ran was immediately surprised to find that the opponent's heart was surrounded by many sacred patterns, and his sure-kill sword could never pierce through.

Just as he was about to retire, Lin Yun put down his Dongxiao and pointed at him.

One leaf, one bodhi, one flower, one world!

Seven layers of flowers bloomed and overlapped behind Lin Yun, and when he pointed it out, the majestic sword light passed through like a dragon.

Pfft!

The Xuantian heavy armor on Leng Aoran's body fell apart instantly, and there was an extra terrifying hole in his body, and the whole person was directly blasted out.

His face was unimaginably pale, and his breath was weaker than ever before.

puff!

There was blood on the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, and he slowly fell from the air, guarded by the mask of the silver moon, but the sword just failed to pierce his heart.

But his injuries are also not light, but not as serious as Leng Ao Ran, and he still has the strength to fight.

"Lin Yun, are you alright!" Xiao Bingfeng asked nervously in the sword box.

Lin Yun said lightly: "Don't worry about it, go after Lei Mojian, he can't run too far."

"Someone is chasing after him."

"Don't worry, I know who it is, go after people first."

"Oh."

Lin Yun turned around, his figure turned in the void, and in the blink of an eye he landed cross-legged on a boulder.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After a while, three figures appeared first in his field of vision. Yan Teng, Xuan Fei, and Lei Lan rushed over with murderous aura, carrying three direct disciples.

Seeing Lin Yun sitting cross-legged, seeing the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, Yan Teng's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

This guy is really hurt!

I knew that the cold and arrogant killing sword just now could not be followed so easily.

"Burning Playboy, I didn't expect it!" Yan Teng's mouth curled into a smile, and a look of pride flashed in his eyes. Even if you forced the Thunderbolt Sword away, it still fell into my hands in the end.

He was now in a desperate situation, the holy soldier was snatched away by the Thunder Demon Sword, and he became a dog for the other party in public.

Returning to the Palace of the King of the Kings is a dead end, but if the head of the buried playboy is brought back, the senior brother may be able to spare his life.

"He killed a lot of evil cultivators in the last month, and his net worth is unimaginable!" Xuanfei's eyes flashed with greed, and he licked his dry tongue and lips.

Lei Lan's eyes were burning, and he said coldly, "Hehe, the mask on his face is probably a holy weapon!"

Holy Artifact!

Yan Teng's eyes instantly became hot, and if he could bring it back, it would probably offset the loss of the holy soldiers being captured.

"kill him!"

Yan Teng instructed the disciples of Xuanwang Palace behind him, Xuanfei and Lei Lan gave the same order.

The three were seriously injured, and even if they were sure that Lin Yun was stabbed in the middle of the mouth, and had no strength to fight, they still did not dare to take risks.

Swish! Swish!

The eyes of the three disciples in the rear immediately fell on Lin Yun, with murderous intent surging in their eyes, but they were somewhat afraid.

It was only after the first battle, and in their eyes, the Burial Playboy was astonishing.

"Are you sure you are willing to die for him?"

Lin Yun's tone did not fluctuate, his eyes swept over, and he asked calmly.

"Kill him, the treasures will be divided equally!" Yan Teng said with gloomy eyes and gritted teeth.

Whoosh!

The group of people didn't hesitate for a while. The dispositions of these three sect disciples were not very good, and the Qiu family hall was also ridiculing and mocking Lin Yun in every possible way.

Now, hearing the words of Yan Teng's treasures being equally divided, they rose into the air one by one, without the slightest hesitation.

court death!

A look of indifference flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, the purple jade bamboo flute was placed on his lips, and the sound of the flute rang instantly.

He is playing the tyrant sword!

One sword slashes the clouds, and one sword breaks the nine heavens.

One sword swings the eight deserts, and one sword flattens the four seas.

Nine days of floating clouds, eight deserts and four seas!

The sound of Xiao is like a wave, one wave is higher than another, the storm is violent, and the waves rush into the sky. The storm came and went quickly, the short and violent Xiao sound shook the sky, and the lightning ripped apart the void.

boom! boom! boom!

The disciples of the three sects who flew in, just flew into the air before they approached Lin Yun, and were shaken by the sound of Xiao sound in mid-air.

Blood splattered everywhere, everyone bloomed like fireworks, and the picture was poignant and cruel.

The faces of Yan Teng and the three were pale, seeing the terrifying scene in front of them, they only felt that their legs and feet were weak, and their whole bodies were shaking.

Is this the strength of the Burial Playboy?

Is this the pressure Ben Lei Mojian faced just now?

Thinking of it this way, the Ben Lei Demon Sword could last for such a long time, and he almost stabbed Lin Yun to death with one sword. His strength was even more terrifying than the three of them imagined.

But the person in front of him is even more terrifying!

Above the boulder, Lin Yun suddenly stood up and looked at the three of them with cold eyes. The three of them were shaken by the aftermath of the Xiao Yin, and blood kept spilling out of their mouths, and the aftermath of the Tyrant Sword still seemed to reverberate in their ears.

"Do you really think I'm so injured that I don't even have the strength to fight? I'm waiting for you!" Lin Yun said coldly, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

Yan Teng said in panic: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Have you forgotten so soon?"

Lin Yun laughed and took off the mask on his face, and the handsome and beautiful face was immediately presented in front of the three of them.

Lin Yun!

The burial playboy turned out to be only Lin Yun from the Heavenly Soul Realm, and the three of them were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

how can that be?

Lin Yun pinned the Ziyu Shenzhuxiao to his waist, dodged and came to the three of them, staring at Yan Teng, causing the latter to feel unimaginable fear.

He wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but his legs were trembling, and he would not obey no matter what.

"Since your dog's legs are not easy to stand, then don't ask for it!"

Lin Yun called out the funeral flowers, the sword light flickered, Yan Teng's knee was chopped to pieces in an instant, and he knelt down with a plop.

"Lin Yun, you are courting death!" Yan Teng's heart was piercing, he glared at Lin Yun fiercely, and said angrily, "You bastard, if you dare to kill me, the Sword Sect of Floating Clouds will be wiped out!"

"You dog-eyed likes to be arrogant, so why don't you!"

Lin Yun slashed with another sword, Yan Teng's eyes were abolished in an instant, and blood kept pouring out of his eyes.

"my eyes!"

Yan Teng panicked in pain, covering his eyes with his hands, trembling uncontrollably.

"Since you dog paw likes to deceive people, it's better not to!"

Lin Yun swung out two swords, the sword light flickered, the blood was like a spring, and Yan Teng's arms flew out immediately.

"No! No! No!"

Yan Teng roared in despair. He regretted it to the point of inexhaustible, and he never thought that a Heavenly Soul that was humiliated two days ago would return in such a cruel way two days later.

"Hurting my magic pet, insulting my dignity, you can get out of here, don't be a human in your next life!"

Lin Yun flew over with a sword, and Yan Teng's head flew out alone.

Silence!

Xuanfei and Lei Lan had long been stunned, they stared at all this in a stunned manner, their mouths wide open and they couldn't make a sound anyway.

They... what kind of existence did they provoke?

thump!

The two fell to their knees and said in a trembling voice, "Lin...Lin Yun, he is the mastermind, Yan Teng...the mastermind, I really never thought of becoming an enemy of you."

"I am the most fair person. You both gave me a palm, and I returned you a sword at night."

Before the two could finish their pleas for mercy, Lin Yun swung out his sword and put it back into its sheath.

Clang!

Blood splattered on the necks of the two, and the two tried to cover their necks, but they couldn't stop the blood that kept pouring out.

Lin Yun put on a mask, and his silver hair fluttered in the wind.

In the eyes of other sect disciples who came over, he played a dongxiao, dressed in moonlight, played a tune that no one could understand, sang with a sword, and floated away on the clouds.

A piece of liver and intestines is broken, where can I find a soulmate in the end of the world.

A song of chaos, how can my generation be a thing in the pool, this sword body is extraordinary!