Chapter 408

A picture of shattered mountains and rivers made the street explode, and the gravel and snowflakes accompanied by the guards of the Shence camp at the end were chaotic in the air.

The sudden change caused the guards of the Divine Strategy Battalion to be in chaos, and many people were shocked in the aftermath and were too busy to take care of themselves.

Especially Han Tianming's death was even more unexpected by everyone.

No one expected that this half-step Purple Mansion was a powerhouse of the Divine Strategy Battalion. Under Lin Yun's blow, he was slapped into a pulp, and there was no corpse.

With such an ending, I'm afraid that he himself can't even dream of it.

A moment ago, he was still in the thrill of playing with geniuses and applauding.

The next moment, it is crushed into a pulp, mixed with snowflakes and gravel.

Whew!

In the chaos, Lin Yun, who broke through the sky, rushed towards Xin Yan on Ma Cheng without hesitation.

There were snowflakes and stone chips, hitting him in the face, and it hurt a lot, but he didn't have any scruples.

In the chaos of the wind, he rushed straight towards Xinyan.

The eldest prince in the carriage had a calm face, and when he saw Lin Yun approaching little by little, he was still silent.

It was as if Lin Yun was just air, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Just as Lin Yun was about to approach the carriage, three sword rays appeared for no reason. Zhenyuan was agitated, and the swords criss-crossed and criss-crossed, laying down a sharp and wanton sword net in front of the eldest prince and Xinyan.

The three people who made the move were Wang Feng of Shuiyue Villa, Ji Wuheng of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and Tang Jie of the Qintian Academy, who were the core disciples of the various sects in the Qingxuan Society.

The three of them are all Xuanwu Ten Heavy Cultivation, and even the terrifying Lin Yun Sword Technique, they all urge their own cultivation to the extreme.

Obviously, it was to hit Lin Yun's life gate and seize the weakness of his cultivation to only Xuanwu Eightfold.

Ji Wuheng, Wang Feng, and Tang Jie have different sects, and if they talk about tacit understanding, they are definitely not as good as the elite of the Shence Camp. But the three of them are all core disciples of the sect, and they are ranked second in the sequence of the Great Qin Empire.

The three of them joined forces, which was far more terrifying than the elite charge of the Divine Strategy Battalion of hundreds of meters.

Seeing that the three terrifying sword movements were about to overlap, a difficult choice was placed in front of Lin Yun.

Retreat, not yet?

If you retreat, you will miss the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The palm shatters the mountains and rivers map, but it can't be sacrificed once, and when the time comes, when the Shence camp stabilizes, it is almost impossible to break through the layers of killing formations.

No refund......

These three sword rays fell, and even if they could be broken, they would have to be injured on the spot. If you are not careful, you will even fall on the spot, and you will die without a whole body.

The opponent's sword will not have any mercy to keep.

No refund!

In the flash of light, Lin Yun no longer had the slightest confusion in his eyes, and the half-step innate sword intent was urged by him to the extreme. The funeral flowers in his hand trembled non-stop, and the seventy-one purple kite flowers in the dantian all bloomed, and the surging breath suddenly burst out in his body.

Boom!

The half-step Funeral Flower Sword with the blessing of innate sword intent collided fiercely with the three overlapping sword rays.

In the earth-shattering loud noise, a brilliant light erupted, like the scorching sun reappeared, and the intuitional dazzle of the crowd in all directions was incomparable.

Rub and go!

In the sword intent battle, the invisible sword momentum turned into ripples like substance.

The ten-mile long street in the wind and snow, a long sword, not controlled by everyone, came out of his hand with a clanging sound.

"My sword!"

"This ...... It's too strong, this kind of sword intent is simply unheard of. ”

"It's terrible, Lin Yun actually blocked it. The swordsmen of the three top forces joined forces, but they didn't suppress him!"

Under the terrifying atmosphere, the people on both sides of the street showed a look of surprise in their eyes.

Wang Feng of Shuiyue Villa, Ji Wuheng of the Mixed Yuan Sect, and Tang Jie of the Qintian Academy, their faces all looked a little ugly, they didn't expect to be so ugly in front of the eldest prince.

The three of them joined forces, but they couldn't suppress Lin Yun in terms of sword intent, and they should have crushed the opponent.

There was a loud bang, and the two sides in mid-air pushed away.

The brilliant sword burst violently, turning into a fierce wind that swept in all directions.

In the turbulent wind, Ji Wuheng's eyes flashed with coldness, and they glanced at each other, and the killing intent on their bodies exploded.

"Smoke everywhere!"

"Iron lock Yokoe!"

"A sword to the sky!"

The moment the killing move was sacrificed, there was an overwhelming sword light, forming a tsunami-like aura that swept towards Lin Yun.

"It's good to come!"

In the snowflakes flying, Lin Yun was covered in green clothes and stained with blood, and when he saw the three major killing moves coming, he did not panic at all.

The Water Moon Sword Technique, which had been cultivated to the Transformation Realm, showed amazing power in his hands.

Boom!

When the Water Moon Sword soared to the extreme, Lin Yun's figure suddenly exploded, and in mid-air, nine afterimages, true and false, false and true, he scattered like a white cloud. The domineering sword momentum that was arrogant to the extreme, and in an instant, it became ethereal and agile.

Unpredictable and unpredictable.

"What's going on?"

Ji Wuheng's faces suddenly changed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in their eyes, Lin Yun, who was obviously locked by them, suddenly couldn't figure it out.

Nine afterimages, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and the killing moves in his hand are indecisive for a while.

"Mirrors!"

With a soft drink, the nine afterimages in mid-air overlapped in an instant, and the moonlight of the green dragon changed on Lin Yun's body at the moment of overlap.

Cloudy and sunny, the wind and clouds change.

The snowflakes are scattered, the clouds are gone, and the colors are bright. The tip of the sword is cold like a flower blooming, the blue sky and clear water, the falling flowers and the bright moon fly together!

Flying snow, cold wind, moonlight, and falling flowers, under this sword, seem to have slowed down, and slowed down into a painting, the name of the painting is the mirror and the moon.

When he stabbed out with a sword, Lin Yun was like a drop immortal who walked out of the painting, dressed in a neon dress woven by moonlight.

A sword, breaking the picture.

Ji Wuheng and the three of them didn't have time to react at all, and broke the painting with a sword like an immortal dance, destroying the three of them with a sword momentum.

Poof!

When the sword was crushed, the three of them spat out blood and were slashed down in mid-air.

The sword momentum scattered in mid-air is like broken painting paper, flying with snowflakes, and the streamer is scattered, which is absolutely beautiful.

"Oh my God!"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"What the hell did I see......

The stunned crowd, after waking up, exclaimed one after another, and couldn't stop at all.

If it was said before, Lin Yun's swordsmanship only showed the tip of the iceberg of the transformation realm. That sword, this sword mirror, shows the subtlety of the transformation realm to the pinnacle, which is breathtaking.

Especially this person who came out of the sword, three months ago, he was cut off from the Xuan Vein and became a wasted person.

But after March, when he made a comeback, the light he showed was almost impossible to look at.

A sword hit the three of them hard, and Lin Yun couldn't stop castrating and fell towards Xinyan.

"That's it......"

The eldest prince, Qin Yu, who had been silent from beginning to end, suddenly spoke.

Rumble!

The moment his words fell, a terrifying coercion suddenly erupted behind the carriage, like a king dominating the world. All of a sudden, everyone felt a huge pressure falling on them.

In an instant, many people trembled in their legs and feet, feeling unable to stand firmly.

"Purple Mansion Realm powerhouse!"

Everyone's faces changed greatly, this great pressure,

Lin Yun looked up and saw a palm light fall suddenly, and a golden flame-like brilliance bloomed on that palm light. The palm of the palm was like a mountain, and it fell with a bang, and Lin Yun's, who had not yet dissipated the peak sword momentum on his body, was blasted out on the spot.

"Poof!"

Spit out blood, and Lin Yun fell heavily on the snow.

"The eldest prince, it has been ascertained, he came alone. There were no Purple Mansion masters around, and there were quite a few disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion mixed in the crowd, but there was not a single elder of the Purple Mansion Realm, and there was no trace of the Sword Elder. ”

In the ears of the eldest prince in the carriage, a voice sounded, and his face couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The reason why he never killed Lin Yun was because he, from beginning to end, didn't believe that Lin Yun really came alone.

There must be someone protecting him, and no one in the Great Qin Empire dares to disobey him so blatantly.

This is sending him to death, he doesn't believe it, Lin Yun really dares to come to send him to death, he must have something to rely on.

Unexpectedly, the result surprised him, this Lin Yun really came alone.

A lone hero?

If you want to be a hero, let me die......

With a cold glint in his eyes, Qin Yu ignored Xin Yan and nodded without a trace.

The master of Lin Yun's Purple Mansion, who had shot back before, reappeared, and with another ruthless palm, he chased his soul and killed Lin Yun in general.

With a palm, there was a sword momentum to resist, but it did not make Lin Yun fatal.

But this palm was falling, and Lin Yun didn't have such a chance.

Under the purple mansion, there are all ants, and the gap is too big.

But at this moment, a huge fist suddenly burst out in mid-air, rushing over like a dragon and a tiger, and rushed towards the palm. There was a bang, and the palm and fist exploded at the same time.

Whew!

In mid-air, a figure wearing a white faceless mask appeared in the snowflakes to block the Purple Mansion master.

The gray-clothed old man in the Purple Mansion Realm had a cold glint in his eyes, and looked directly at this person: "Hide your head and show your tail, do you dare to take off your mask?"

"You don't care who I am, if you want to kill Lin Yun, pass me first!"

The mysterious master who suddenly appeared, his eyes were calm, and he responded lightly.

Who is it?

There was a trace of doubt in everyone's hearts, what was the origin of this person, and he dared to care about the affairs of the eldest prince.

Looking at his body style and fists, he didn't look like a person from the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion.

A look of surprise also flashed in the eyes of the eldest prince, and he was slightly puzzled, didn't he say that no one from the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion came?

"Lin Yun will die today, no matter who can't save him, you are no exception!"

The sharp edge in the eyes of the gray-clothed old man was turbid and domineering, making people's hearts palpitate and sharp.

Rumble!

The words fell, and the gray-clothed old man stepped out step by step in the snow, and slowly walked towards Lin Yun.

Every step you take, you will leave footprints in the snow, and there seem to be mysterious marks left in the footprints, and the falling snowflakes cannot be hidden.

When he walked out in seven steps, the momentum on the gray-clothed old man had completely suppressed the snowstorm.

He is like a wall of heaven, ruthlessly and domineeringly forcing over, bringing huge oppressive force to people.

"If you have the guts, you can take a step forward!"

The figure with a white faceless mask in mid-air gently floated beside Lin Yun, his feet dangling in the air, leaving no trace on the snow.

Unstoppable, the suffocating old man in gray frowned.

The aura on his body suddenly became extremely cold, but his footsteps were not stepping out after all, staring at the white figure with a mask.

Who is it?

So arrogant, dare to compete with the Purple Mansion!