Chapter 1485

After I draw the sword, there is no chance to regret it!

Murong Chen and Ling Qianye had tempers and felt that after joining forces, they would definitely be able to take down Lin Yun.

The words were understated, and Lin Yun was not taken seriously.

But if they have tempers, do you really think Lin Yun has no temper?

Can the leader of Shendan do whatever he wants?

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with anger, he was rarely angry, but now he was really angry.

Since we are going to join forces to deal with him, don't blame Lin Yunjian for being ruthless in today's battle!

As soon as Lin Yun grasped the hilt of the sword, the peak perfection of the Divine Sky Sword Intent roared, and his body was full of sharpness, as if a peerless sword had been pulled out of its sheath, indifferent and ruthless.

A master of magic, kills countless people!

But there are countless clowns who died under Lin Yunjian's sword. If you really think that he has no temper, you are wrong.

"You seem angry?"

Ling Qianye squinted his eyes slightly, smiled, and shook his head: "This is not good, anger can't change any results, don't blame me for joining forces against you, blame you for your own strength!"

Swish!

Ling Qianye took the lead in killing him, his figure flickered, and the star energy and suffocation in his body condensed.

In an instant, a blood-colored crescent moon burst out, and the crescent moon was incomparably sharp, flying towards Lin Yun like a shock.

Lin Yun held the hilt of the sword, and the feeling of blood connection filled his heart. The moment the majestic star energy poured into the sword body, he drew the sword out of its sheath.

Clang!

Accompanied by a crisp sword cry, the sound of gold and stone cracking sounded, and the burial flower burst out with a powerful and unparalleled edge.

Cut that blood moon into pieces directly, it's not over yet! !

The remaining sword power whizzed away, wrapped in the meaning of wind and thunder, and turned into a roar of a blue dragon.

Ling Qianye's face changed slightly, and he took three steps back, barely avoiding the sword light just now.

Canglong Sword Intent?

This guy's sword is a bit too fast.

"Murong Chen, are you still on guard against me? If you don't get serious today, you and I will have to explain it here!" Ling Qianye said with an indifferent expression, while he spoke, he raised his hand, and his hands were too much. A white folding fan emerges.

It is the sacred artifact of the Blood Moon Sect, the Xuanyue Fan!

When the folding fan unfolded, his body skyrocketed wildly, and at the same time a picture scroll slowly unfolded behind him.

It was the astrological aspect that belonged to him, it was a blood moon, gloomy, quiet, and filled with endless evil.

"as you wish!"

Without the slightest ambiguity, Murong Chen pulled out a magic knife with his backhand, and accidentally released the knife all over his body. He drew his sword out of the scabbard, and the vast sword intent instantly transformed into a vast ocean. The blood mist was hazy on the ocean, and his figure disappeared strangely in the blood mist.

The man has disappeared, but the light of the sword is still there!

Nine strands of sword light flew out of the blood mist, and each strand of sword light was divided into nine lines.

The light of the sword is vertical and horizontal, as if the rivers of the sky are crisscrossed, and beyond the rivers, there are stars filling the entire sky.

For a time, the sword power on his body perfectly merged with his own vision, gathered from all directions, and fell towards Lin Yun overwhelmingly.

Both of them sacrificed holy artifacts and astrology, and it can be said that there is no reservation at this moment.

boom!

Ling Qianye's ultimate move also came, he slammed the folding fan in his hand, and the suffocating energy condensed to the extreme. Under the blood moon, a majestic and domineering blood light flew out from the fan, and the blood light was hidden in the blood mist derived from Murong Chen, making it extremely secretive.

The two of them performed their ultimate moves and attacked Lin Yun at the same time.

The danger of the scene, no matter who is deep in it, will feel a trace of despair.

Lin Yun's long hair was flamboyant, and the burial flower in his hand trembled excitedly. He had nothing else to do, but only felt that he had a sword in his hand, and all the evildoers in this world could be slashed with a single sword.

To the heart of the sword, keep moving forward!

Lin Yun strode forward, and Tianshui swordsmanship was pushed to the limit by him. With a light pick from the sword light, a bright moon was picked out by him from the lake.

Heaven's Heart Picks the Moon!

Clang clang!

The two moons fight for the front, the swords collide, and the sparks fly wildly. Lin Yun fought one against two, and the thunderous noises continued. These thrilling fights were like torrential waves accompanied by violent storms, and they never calmed down for a moment.

The Treasure Hall can be said to be quite vast, and in it, it will appear extremely empty.

But at this moment, under the terrifying vision of the three people, it seems extremely small. Every space was filled with visions, and visions were fighting in every corner. The fierce and brutal battle lasted for half a stick of incense.

In the hall, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, the sword light is like the sea, and the blood light splashes!

suddenly!

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, dragon roars erupted in his body, and an ancient purple-gold holy armor suddenly condensed from all over his body.

Ten thousand purple-gold dragon patterns, along with the burning blood-flame divine patterns, have evolved into a near-perfect Canglong Sacred Armor!

The armor appeared and wrapped Lin Yun in it. He didn't dodge or evade, and directly met Murong Chen's knife.

Click!

The light of the knife was amazing, and with one knife, the nearly perfect Azure Dragon Sacred Armor was forcibly split into several cracks.

The cracks spread, and the dragon pattern kept bursting.

But this knife, after all, failed to hurt Lin Yun, and instead shocked Murong Chen back.

Cloud breaks the moon and flowers play shadows!

Taking this opportunity, Lin Yun slashed with his backhand, the sword light shattered the continuous blood mist, and forced Ling Qianye out of the mist.

Ling Qianye held a folding fan, spread out his arms, and retreated towards the back, the blood moon behind him was extremely charming.

There are moons and you in the world!

Lin Yun's pupils shrank sharply, and the moment the opponent appeared, he chased after him with another sword.

fuck!

Ling Qianye's face changed slightly, and he cursed in his heart. This sudden change made him seem very passive.

This sword can't be avoided at all!

This sword will hit, and hit will hurt.

Between the lightning and flint, Ling Qianye didn't have time to think about it, and the folding fan in his hand closed, blocking the sword in mid-air.

Bang!

There is water in the cloud, the moon in the water, a sword with overlapping visions. In an instant, the boundless power swayed, and the radiance of the blood moon was continuously crushed. When the sword light hit the folding fan, more than 70 visions overlapped, and the burial flower was dazzling and dazzling.

Clang clang!

The funeral flower swung the folding fan, and the endless sword force directly enveloped Ling Qianye. Lin Yun held the funeral flower. He was dressed in a blue shirt, with long sleeves like clouds, and his arms spread out like cranes soaring into the sky.

Whoa!

His figure disappeared directly from Ling Qianye's field of vision, causing the latter's face to turn pale instantly.

so close……

Murong Chen, who was blown away by Lin Yun, flashed a look of fear in his eyes. Fortunately, this sword was not aimed at him.

Pfft!

When the sword light reappeared, Ling Qianye fell down as soon as he met his face.

He was covered in scars all over his body, his white clothes were stained with blood, his hair was split apart, and the blood moon behind him was bleak.

The two looked at Lin Yun, and they were extremely frightened.

Unexpectedly, under the joint efforts, there was no advantage.

The Tianshui swordsmanship, which has reached the realm of deification, has a vision that suppresses the ghost-level low-level martial arts of the two.

I look at the world from the sky, you and the moon are both stunning!

Without giving the two of them time to breathe, the last move of Tianshui swordsmanship burst out from Lin Yun's hands.

In his hands, the burial sword bloomed with a beautiful elegance, as bright and dazzling as the plum blossoms in the lingering winter snow.

Supreme and arrogant, only I am unparalleled!

The seemingly fluttering sword, but wrapped in heavy heavenly power, killed the past like a destructive force.

Ka Ka Ka!

This sword swept across, and the various tricks the two of them displayed were all collapsed at the touch of a button, completely powerless to resist.

Murong Chen and Ling Qianye, in the turmoil of their true essence, each held their weapons in front of them, desperately resisting.

Pfft!

But after retreating to ten steps, after all, it was not blocked, and a mouthful of blood was spit out, all of which were shocked and flew out.

kill!

Lin Yun's heart was like the sun and the moon, his blood was boiling, and there was endless pride stirring in his chest. He held a sword in one hand, his arms spread out, his long sleeves swayed like a water curtain, and he ran wildly in the hall.

I buried flowers, and buried flowers also buried people!

During this run, the world trembled under his sword, and he was like a real dragon walking in the world.

Wrapped in the prestige of the king, the king is on the earth, and the world is unparalleled!

The faces of Murong Chen and Ling Qianye, who landed on the ground, changed greatly, and they hurriedly resisted.

Under such resistance, the two of them gritted their teeth and held their breath. I want to wait for Lin Yun's momentum to decline a little before giving the opponent a fatal blow.

But in such a confrontation, Lin Yun's aura was burning like a flame, and there was no exhausting aura at all.

This... how is this possible?

Is he really a reincarnated dragon?

The two were shocked, and their confidence collapsed a little bit.

I have a sword, thirty-six days!

Thirty-six days, thirty-six swords!

The world is in black and white ink color, Lin Yun held his sword and waved his brush, without giving the opponent the slightest chance of luck, he ran wildly for a day, and after thirty-six strokes, an incomparably huge heavenly word bloomed, breaking Lin Yun's domineering aura. limit.

Bang!

Bright as the sun, the dazzling sword light completely destroyed the confidence of Murong Chen and Ling Qianye.

The various body protection stars of the two were directly chopped up and flew out like sandbags, and countless cracks appeared in their internal organs.

The two were hit hard on the ground, panting heavily.

Murong Chen's face turned pale, he was resigned, and just as he was about to leave, he raised his head to meet a icy gaze.

Suddenly, he shuddered involuntarily, and his footsteps quietly retreated to a halt.

"Want to go?"

Lin Yun said lightly: "It's not impossible, leave the treasure in your storage bracelet, I remember it's called the Netherworld Sacred Flower!"

"you!"

Murong Chen was immediately furious and scolded: "Lin Yun, don't go too far, you already have a divine keel! Make me anxious, I blew myself up with my magic power, and you don't even want to get a divine keel!"

Lin Yun looked calm and said softly, "You can try."

The other party blew himself up, and Lin Yun had enough ways to deal with it. The more troublesome thing was that the storage bracelet could not be obtained.

"What about him? Why don't you want his treasure?"

Murong Chen's expression changed, feeling that Lin Yun was targeting him, he pointed at Ling Qianye and said.

"I said a long time ago that I am more interested in your treasures." Lin Yun said.

Murong Chen was in despair, his teeth were rattling, and he really didn't want to hand over the Netherworld Sacred Flower.

But right now, there is not much room at all!

Whether or not he can save his life depends on Lin Yun's mood. Both of them were defeated together, so what else could they say?

In the end, he was very unwilling and handed over the Netherworld Flower.

Before leaving, he gave Lin Yun a very vicious look. After he went out, he would settle the account with you!

He doesn't believe that a mere Lin Yun can go out alive with a blue dragon bone and a sacred flower.

In the hall, only Ling Qianye and Lin Yun were left.

Ling Qianye said indifferently: "The skills are not as good as others, and you are willing to bow down. You can directly say what you want."

"You go."

Lin Yun didn't look at him.

There is no need to push the other party to a desperate situation. If the other party chooses to self-destruct, he will not die, but it will not be too good.

The space here is too small, and there is no way to hide.

A strange color flashed in Ling Qianye's eyes, looking very surprised. After a while, he bowed his head and said, "I remember this favor."

But when he was about to look up, a wicked smile suddenly flashed on his face, and the Xuanyue fan in his hand turned into blood-colored flowers that covered the entire hall.

In an instant, the ground condensed a blood-colored formation, and blood flowers kept falling in the air.

In this mutation, he didn't know when he took a step forward and put his hand on Lin Yun's shoulder.

"Oh, I will give it back to you in the next life!"

The corner of Ling Qianye's mouth twitched into a smile, and said solemnly: "This blood-devouring magic formation, even the evildoer who gave birth to Long Yuan, can't bear it, I want your cultivation base!"

Everything seemed to happen in a flash, but in fact, from the moment of defeat, Ling Qianye began to ponder.

When his palm rested on Lin Yun's shoulder, a majestic devouring force was instantly generated, and Lin Yun's 30,000-meter-long Xing Yuanhai had already attenuated with the naked eye.

And Ling Qianye's pale face turned red in an instant, excited.

"It's painful, isn't it? It's okay, it'll be over soon!"

Ling Qianye looked at Lin Yun, whose cultivation base had dropped sharply, and grinned with white teeth.

But Lin Yun looked at him like a fool, without doing anything, letting him activate the Blood Devouring Demon Formation.

Ling Qianye's heart suddenly became a little bit bottom, and he immediately accelerated the swallowing speed, but when Xing Yuanhai was about to bottom out, his face changed dramatically, as if he saw the most feared existence in his heart.

It was a magic cauldron that appeared in the dried-up Xingyuan Sea.

When the magic cauldron rose, the originally swallowed Xingyuan rolled back at a hundred times the speed.

Not only that, but Ling Qianye's own cultivation was being devoured by the magic cauldron, and he had no power to resist.

This...this...how is this possible?

Ling Qianye was immediately dumbfounded. He was stunned on the spot. He wanted to reach out but found that he couldn't move his hand at all.

"Death to me!"

Lin Yun didn't want his original cultivation base, the demonic energy was too heavy, so he directly raised his hand and covered the opponent's head like a mountain.

Bang!

The flesh and blood spattered, and Ling Qianye's body exploded directly, leaving no bones.