thump!

The headless body of Chanfeng's half-sage fell directly, and then the blood continued to flow out from the neck, and soon overflowed the ground.

"What monster is this?"

"Can the Purple Origin Realm behead the Tian Yuan Semi-Saint who condensed the holy soul?"

The sacred powerhouses present were all astonished, as if they were watching a fairy tale.

They could see it very clearly. At the last moment of his life, Chanfeng Bansheng counseled for a moment.

This is a thousandth of a second, and he lost the game and lost his life.

If not, at least it's a dead end.

Ye Qingtian was not as terrifying as he looked, but no matter what, Ye Qingtian won in the end.

And he seems to have expected that Chanfeng Bansheng will definitely be counseled. The meaning of victory in his last sword's eyes is the real scary existence.

What an astonishing audacity, what an arrogant self-confidence!

Those eyes made people feel that even in the face of the Holy Land powerhouse, his last sword would definitely be swung out without hesitation.

This is the creepy place!

Countless lines of sight fell on Lin Yun, watching him slowly wipe the blood on the sword, all of which were numb and unbelievable.

The Holy Venerable Gangfeng was trembling with anger and pointed at Lin Yundao: "Ye Qingtian, you are too cruel! Even if there are many things wrong with the half-sage of Chanfeng, you shouldn't kill him! You are a saint of the Heavenly Dao Sect, You are a murderous fellow! Damn you!"

He was completely angry, roaring like a roar.

Lin Yun had a mocking look on his face, and the expression between his brows had a kind of laziness and relaxation after the war.

He wiped the body of the sword, and after he put the sword back in its sheath, he raised his eyes to look at the other party, towards this aloof sage.

His eyes were full of contempt, completely ignoring the anger and murderousness of the other party, and said with a smile: "You said that I am a funeral playboy, and I am a personal biography of Yaoguang, so what do I have to worry about, he wants to kill me, I naturally Kill him."

The Great Sage Gangfeng raised his brows and said excitedly, "You admit it, you are the funeral dude, and you are Lin Yun!"

Lin Yun said with a smile: "If you say yes, you are right. The burial playboy is not an invisible person's identity, and as for Yaoguang's personal inheritance, it is not even more so."

"Since you admitted it yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Seeing Lin Yun's indifferent expression, the Holy Venerable Gangfeng gritted his teeth angrily.

He is a dignified saint, and this kid actually despised him.

He ran away with murderous aura, as if he wanted to strike immediately and slap Lin Yun to death with his own hands.

That was a very terrifying aura, especially since it was aimed at a semi-sage.

But Lin Yun was not only fearless, but under the coercion of the other party, he stepped forward directly, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "Old monster, what do you want? If you really think I am a funeral dude, then my senior brother Qinghe Sword Saint is here."

Ye Guhan, who was still chewing on the dragon and ghost, was suddenly named and gave a wry smile. The younger brother was really annoyed.

The Holy Venerable Gangfeng was stunned, his murderous aura was obviously weaker, and he, who was already hesitant, became more and more uncertain.

It's not over yet!

Lin Yun took another step forward and said with a smile, "If you think I'm the Burial Playboy, the Sword Saint of Heavenly Jade, and the Great Saint of Jingchen, my two mistresses are also there."

"My cheap master Long Yun is also here!"

After a series of names were spoken, the momentum of the Great Sage Gangfeng was completely suppressed.

It's not over yet!

Lin Yun's smile faded, and he suddenly shouted: "Any one, who can't kill you? You old bastard, apart from being a little older, what qualifications do you have to pretend in front of me!"

Almost as if he was trying to see a poor dagger, Lin Yun was a half-sage, completely suppressing the aura of the Holy Venerable Gangfeng.

The old guy hesitated and couldn't utter a word.

"Ye Qingtian, go down."

The Great Sage Qianyu sighed in his heart, not insisting on letting Lin Yun try the return ceremony of the Emperor Sword.

He knew in his heart that with the Tianyin Palace Master here, he would never let Lin Yun try to return the Emperor Sword.

Forcing Lin Yun to try is too unfair to this little guy.

"No big or small, come here for me."

The Great Sage Long Yun scolded, stretched out his hand, released a majestic force, and caught him behind him in the air.

It seems to be scolding, but in fact, he is placed behind him and protected.

"Holy Venerable Gangfeng, please sit down too. It is normal for a half-sage to be unable to hold back. There is no need to pursue it too much. Besides, Ye Qingtian is Venerable Tianlong."

The Tianyin Palace Master left no trace, and gave Gangfeng Holy Venerable a step, so that he lost all face, and saved a little bit.

It also eased the situation for the time being, not entangled in Ye Qingtian's burial of playboy.

For him, as long as this kid doesn't try to summon the Human Emperor Sword and die a half-sage of the Ye family, it's not worth worrying about at all.

But if Great Sage Qianyu insists on going his own way, and wants him to try, the Tianyin Palace Master can't afford to gamble, and he must struggle to the end.

There was a lot of discussion in the four parties, and the guests from all sides were whispering.

Even a fool can see that the atmosphere here is not right, the undercurrent of Tiandao Sect is surging, and it seems to be exposed on the bright side.

"Senior brother, is he a funeral dude?"

Most of them were shocked by Lin Yun's aura forcing him back to the Holy Venerable, but there was one person who kept staring straight at Lin Yun with a complicated expression and a pair of beautiful eyes filled with mist, as if there were endless grievances.

But this grievance is not sad, there are more doubts and confusion, in addition to this, there is a lot of joy and excitement.

Too complicated!

It was the Holy Maiden of Youlan, Bai Shuying. When Holy Venerable Gangfeng said those words, her heart almost jumped out, and then she kept staring at Lin Yun with all her attention.

She was emotionally disturbed, hoping for a while that he was really Lin Yun, but also hoped that he was not.

Daoyang Shengzi smiled and said: "It shouldn't be, no one pretends to be so arrogant, acting too real, but it looks fake."

...

"Be honest, don't move." Great Sage Long Yun pressed Lin Yun behind him with a solemn and cautious expression.

Lin Yun nodded, and he also felt that the atmosphere was not quite right.

But this kind of wrong, more has nothing to do with him, mainly from that mysterious hat man.

Because the mysterious man in the hat, at some point in time, put his hand on the brim of his hat.

When the Saint Realm powerhouses one after another noticed this scene, more and more kept their mouths shut.

All eyes fell on this person, and their expressions became quite nervous, and even Tianyin Palace Master and Qianyu Great Sage dropped their gazes.

The scene was deadly silent.

"The festival is not over yet."

In the end, Great Sage Qianyu broke the silence and looked at the man and said in a deep voice.

"Oh, let's forget it, this ceremony is like a farce. The so-called No. 1 Holy Land in the Eastern Wasteland really has a false name, and I can't wait."

As soon as the man in the bucket hat opened his mouth, Lin Yun opened his lips slightly, and immediately guessed who this person was.

Tian Xuanzi!

Tian Xuanzi stood up abruptly and threw the bamboo hat on his head into the sky, and then with a loud bang, the entire square shook violently.

Above the altar, the long-lasting golden cloud of gods melted like snow under the impact of the bamboo hat.

The solemn and solemn sound of the avenue, the ancient words hanging in the void, and the whispers of the gods that seemed to be absent, all disappeared.

The solemn and sacred atmosphere just now was swept away, as if some kind of illusory bubble was directly burst, which made everyone shudder.

Tian Xuanzi completely removed his disguise, he stood in the air, dressed in white, with purple flowers blooming on his right shoulder.

"Actually, there are no gods, there is no light of the two swords of heaven, and there is no so-called first holy land in the ancient times."

Tian Xuanzi shattered Shen Yun and muttered to himself.

Many people guessed his identity, but when he really stood up, it was still shocking.

This man is so fantastic!

During the recent period of time, when he weighed the East Wilderness, there was no Great Sage who was his opponent in the other five holy places, and the defeat was extremely embarrassing.

Under the Emperor Realm, the world is invincible!

Many people are speculating that he has reached the most critical step and can become an emperor realm powerhouse at any time.

This most enchanting genius in the past thousand years has brought enormous pressure to everyone present.

He is so perfect, standing in the void, as beautiful and timeless as a picture scroll.

After the Nine Emperors, he is the new myth of Kunlun.

Heavenly Dao Sect's holy realm powerhouses all felt the pressure, suddenly stood up in a moment, and gathered behind Qianyu Great Sage and Tianyin Palace Master.

The eyes that looked at Tian Xuanzi were also full of anger.

This day, Xuanzi is too arrogant, and it has been a long time since no one dared to be so arrogant to Tiandao Sect.

Swish!

The seven people who came in with Tian Xuanzi also took off their hoods, and they were the famous Seven Saints of Montenegro in the Eastern Wilderness.

Others were not surprised by the appearance of these seven people.

Tianxuanzi has a close relationship with these seven people, and it has long been known to everyone in Donghuang.

"Sage Qianyu, I'm right." Tian Xuanzi looked at Ye Qianyu with a smile on his face.

His expression was gentle and his tone was flat, but he brought a lot of pressure to all the disciples of Tiandao Sect, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe.

There was a hint of anger in the eyes of Qianyu Dasheng, and he did not answer the other party directly, but said coldly: "You and I fought, it should have been after the festival, this was agreed before."

Tian Xuanzi smiled helplessly: "But this festival is really boring, I was expecting this little guy to be able to summon the Emperor Sword, but I didn't see it, so I just... don't wait, anyway, we will fight between the two. , it should be much better than the festival."

He has beaten all the six holy places in the Eastern Wilderness?

Lin Yun was surprised that he had been in seclusion all this time and knew very little about the outside world.

I only know that the senior brother mentioned it before.

But I really did not expect that Tian Xuanzi would arrive at the Tiandao Sect so quickly after weighing Donghuang.

Under the Emperor Realm, no one really stopped him?

Lin Yun looked up and clenched his right fist, this time he really felt a lot of pressure.

"Then it's as you wish. After defeating you, this saint will continue to preside over the ceremony. It won't take too much time anyway."

The Great Sage Qianyu looked at it indifferently, his eyes were vying for each other, and his aura did not give in at all.

Must win!

Daoyang Saint Son knew about this battle for a long time, he looked nervous, looked at the Qianyu Great Sage who was slowly hanging in the air, and prayed silently in his heart.

"very good."

Tian Xuanzi smiled, the two great saints confronted each other in the air, their eyes fixed on each other, and their aura was accumulating.

This is Tianxuanzi's final battle to weigh the East Desolation. Zhuge Qingyun, who is not qualified to sit in the VIP seat, is also watching nervously.

Only if this battle is really won, under the emperor's realm, the world is invincible, can it be regarded as worthy of its name.

He didn't have any worries about the master's strength, but after all, this was the Heavenly Dao Sect, the first holy land in the name of the Eastern Wilderness.