"Die!"

The ten congenital three-trick powerhouses who flew in the air were the first to kill, and the ten major killing moves fell towards Lin Yun at the same time.

Each suicide move, although not the same.

But these ten people obviously cooperate tacitly on weekdays, and their momentum is completely practiced, causing huge pressure on people.

In the face of so many killing moves, even the strong people with the innate four tricks have to retreat.

What's more, there are more than twenty innate martial artists on the ground, surging like a tide.

Lin Yun has one person and one sword, looking like an ant facing an elephant, thin and small.

"I don't believe it, you can really go against the sky!"

Yan Tianrui, who had retreated, stood far away, his expression hideous and terrifying.

No matter how strong Lin Yun is, he only has two tricks, and so many people can grind him to death.

Smell the sword and psychic!

Suddenly, in the mountains and forests, there was a burst of ethereal sounds. The sword in Lin Yun's hand hummed and trembled endlessly for no reason.

"My Sword ......"

"Damn, what's going on?"

First of all, the ten people who were killed in the air were surprised to find the blades in their hands, and some of them did not listen to the command.

The top ten killing moves, which were originally connected and pressed by people who couldn't kick their anger, were all flawed for a while, and their power was greatly reduced.

Flowing wind swordsmanship, back to the light!

With a flash of light in his eyes, Lin Yun held the funeral sword and rose into the air.

Among the rose petals in the sky, others followed the sword, soaring up and down, leaving a trace of sword light in mid-air.

Bang Bang Bang!

Only the sound of the collision of blades was heard, and it kept ringing, and the ten innate powerhouses were repelled by each one.

More or less, there are hideous and terrible scars left on his body, and the blood sword is like a spring.

After the ten people landed, they took several steps on their legs, and their faces were painful and distorted.

Gather swords into the wind!

Lin Yun landed with his sword and came to the ground to fight with these more than twenty innate martial artists.

It's like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, invincible.

Relying on the increase of the Burial Flower Sword, his already terrifying Quadruple Pure Yang Spirit Yuan became even more terrifying. These two-trick martial artists of the Lei Yan Blood Cloud Gate were not his enemies at all, and even the flesh and blood that were cut off without even touching the corners of his clothes flew sideways.

The extremely sharp funeral sword, the streamer flickered, and Lin Yun rampaged, like cutting melons and vegetables, unscrupulous.

"Catch up with him!"

The ten innate martial artists were furious, reorganized their formation, and killed them again.

A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Yun's mouth, not entangled with this group of people, only coming and going among the more than twenty innate martial artists.

The wails came and went, and the screams did not stop.

After a few back and forth, the ten Blood Cloud Sect martial artists with three innate knots chased after each other. Twenty congenital powerhouses, but none of them have died.

On the ground, rivers of blood, stumps and broken legs, everywhere.

The roses fell to the ground, and the fragrance of the flowers merged with the smell of blood, and the people who diffused in the air were extremely uncomfortable.

Tick tock!

Lin Yun, who was standing with a sword, dripped blood down the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.

The ten innate three-trick martial artists who were kicking their breath, sweat dripping from their foreheads, looked at Lin Yun's eyes, and became extremely frightened.

The young man with a delicate face in front of him, of course, after drawing his sword, the sharp decisiveness of the sofa made people shudder.

The Blood Cloud Gate has always boasted of itself, and its methods are brutal and terrifying.

But today, facing the young man in front of him, his heart trembled slightly.

Sand!

Holding the funeral sword, Lin Yun walked slowly step by step, and the soles of his feet stepped on the petals on the ground, making a slight sound.

The sound is not loud, but it can be heard in the ears of others, like a talisman from hell.

The ten people were in a cold sweat on their backs, and their faces were tangled, and they were forced into a dilemma by Lin Yun alone.

"Kill!"

A look of ruthlessness flashed in the leader's eyes, and he roared angrily and took the lead in rushing over.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The remaining nine people roared in unison, and rushed away with their blood and the anger in their bones.

Thunder sound swordsmanship, wind style!

Lin Yun snorted lightly, and a sword swung out, nine hundred and eighty-one afterimages.

The afterimages overlapped perfectly in an instant, and suddenly the wind rose and howled like thunder.

Bang! with a thunderclap that resounded in all directions.

The ten innate three-trick martial artists who rushed over suddenly stopped abruptly when they reached the third step. All of them were under this sword, and they were dismantled by the sharp sword light, and there were no corpses.

The Thunder Sound Sword Technique, which is comparable to the super-grade innate martial arts, shows its terrifying and terrifying power at this moment.

Sou!

Leaping into the air, Lin Yun stepped over the wreckage and came to Yan Tianrui, who had not yet gone far.

Yan Tianrui looked at the corpse on the ground, his face expressionless, as if none of the dead were from his Blood Cloud Sect.

"Interesting, are you not letting me go?"

Looking at Lin Yun approaching step by step, Yan Tianrui laughed softly.

Lin Yun didn't talk nonsense with him, a sword stabbed out, and the sound of breaking rang out piercingly.

Swish!

A look of cruelty flashed in Yan Tianrui's eyes, and when the Burial Flower Sword was about to be inserted into his chest, he stretched out his hand and grasped the blade.

Rub, Lin Yun snorted coldly, stepped forward and stabbed hard, but the sword was grabbed by the other party.

Blood flowed from its hands, spreading over the blade.

Yan Tianrui ignored it, as if nothing happened, his eyes were as red as a beast, and he sneered: "You haven't thought about it, why don't I run away?"

When the words fell, Yan Tianrui was covered in blood. His entire body squirmed wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it actually rose to a height of two meters, burly several times.

Yan Tianrui didn't just face this time, his whole body was completely immersed in beasthood, he grabbed the right hand of the funeral sword and slapped it violently.

Syllable!

A palm slammed into Lin Yun's chest, knocking him a hundred meters away, and his strength was completely comparable to that of an innate four-trick powerhouse.

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth overflowed with bloodstains, and he looked at Yan Tianrui, who was completely beastly, feeling like he was facing a humanoid demon beast.

"Give me death!"

Yan Tianrui looked at Lin Yun, his blood-colored eyes were full of anger.

What he is using now is the Blood Cloud Gate Forbidden Technique, which can only be performed once, and there will be great side effects later, and the blood-colored mask will also be scrapped afterwards.

But for the sake of the sword box, for the sake of the ancient sword box behind Lin Yun, he couldn't manage so much!

The blood-colored heavy ruler martial soul appeared in his hand, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed again.

Not only the innate four orifices, but almost close to the innate five orifices, the reason in his mind gradually disappeared, and he roared like a beast.

Rock!

The man jumped up like an ape, shook out a blood-colored afterimage, and killed straight in front of Lin Yun.

Bang Bang Bang!

The heavy martial soul in his hand slashed down without any rules, and the fishy wind gusted, forcing Lin Yun to retreat again and again.

"What a force!"

Lin Yun's arm shook slightly, and a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, he didn't expect that there was such a terrifying forbidden technique in the Blood Cloud Gate.

Rub and go!

In the counterattack, one after another sword lights slashed at the opponent. Blood splattered like a fountain, but not only did it not repel the other party, but it made Yan Tianrui more and more irritable.

The wind is roaring like thunder!

Gritting his teeth, Lin Yun once again cast the Thunder Sound Sword Technique Wind Style, and eighty-one sword lights, all of which fell on the other party.

Yan Tianrui's huge body was shocked a hundred meters away, and all the clothes on his body burst.

A blood-glowing inner armor was exposed on his chest, a terrible-looking scar, but it didn't hurt it.

"Top-grade Xuanjia!"

Lin Yun cursed in his heart, he was actually wearing a high-grade Xuan armor, which was really a bit difficult to do.

Yan Tianrui, who was originally completely beastly, was already comparable to a demon beast with five innate apertures, but he didn't have much reason. Right now, with the addition of a high-grade Xuanjia, it is simply a little desperate.

"Hahaha, what other hole cards do you have, just use them!"

Yan Tianrui couldn't stop laughing, flashed, and pounced again.

There is no order, but the way of playing is lifeless, forcing Lin Yun to be a little embarrassed.

Thundered!

Lin Yun's face was calm, his sword light danced, and he took more than a hundred steps back.

Lei Yin swordsmanship, falling flowers!

After ten more moves, Lin Yun seized the opportunity, and a bright light flashed in his clear eyes.

The second form of the Lei Yin Sword Technique, which was even more terrifying, unfolded in his hands.

Heaven and earth were pitch black in his eyes, and a poignant rose was crumbling in mid-air.

When the petals and Yan Tianrui's body completely overlapped.

At this moment of falling flowers, in a fleeting moment, the funeral flower sword slashed out angrily.

Click!

The poignant rose, under the light of the sword, was instantly cut in half.

Boom!

The heavy ruler in Yan Tianrui's hand, at the same time, fell on Lin Yun and flew him out.

I saw Yan Tianrui, who also flew out upside down, staggered after a wail, and struggled to stand up.

Lin Yun's face turned slightly pale, and when this sword was swung, he didn't have much spirit yuan.

The two top-grade innate martial arts almost exhausted his abundant innate spirit yuan.

Lin Yun, who was kneeling on one knee, frowned and said, "Can you still get up?"

Yan Tianrui, who was struggling to get up, had a terrible aura on his body, and there were already a few cracks in the Xuan armor on his chest, but he did still have the strength to fight.

"Die!"

Yan Tianrui looked at Lin Yun, who had exhausted his spirit yuan, laughed wildly, and stepped over step by step.

Thundered!

With every step he took, the ground trembled, and even cracked several cracks under his heavy step.

Death is approaching, just as the other party is about to kill him completely.

Lin Yun snorted coldly, his palm slapped heavily on the ground, and the moment his body bounced up, a sword stabbed out.

At the dantian, the wisp of sword light that swirled around the broken sword flew out under his mind.

When this wisp of sword light fused with the Funeral Flower Sword, Yan Tianrui, who was only three steps away from him.

Before the heavy ruler in his hand could fall, he was swept away by a sword and flew a hundred meters, without the power to resist.

Click!

I heard a crisp sound, and Yan Tianrui, who was flying upside down, had inch by inch fragments of the high-grade Xuanjia on his body, and completely collapsed.

When it hits the ground, it kicks up a cloud of dust and makes a shocking noise.

Lin Yun held the sword, and on his delicate face, there was a sharp edge flashing between his eyebrows, step by step, stepping into the rolling dust.

In the center of the dust, Yan Tianrui, who fell to the ground, had turned into an ordinary person.

It's just that the physical body is no longer human, the face is pale without any blood, and there is no longer the previous arrogance.

Seeing Lin Yun coming, Yan Tianrui got up in a panic, turned around and ran.

Syllable!

Before he could step into his legs, he was kicked away by Lin Yun, and the moment he turned over, he was pressed against his eyebrows by the funeral sword.

"Say, what is the origin of my ancient sword box?"

Lin Yun was expressionless and shouted coldly.

But who knows, this Yan Tianrui is dying, and he still can't stop laughing: "If you have a kind, you will kill me?" My father is the elder of the Blood Cloud Gate who broke the entrance, and if he says a word, the entire Blood Cloud Gate will hunt you down and kill you inhumanely!"