Chapter 407

On the snow, Xuantian Sect Han Gang broke his ribs in his chest, and the blood soared.

Rao is his cultivation is profound, and under this sword, he was also injured a lot, miserable and embarrassed. If it is an ordinary Xuanwu Shizhong, I am afraid that it is a sword, and it will have to be split in half on the spot.

The true element of his body protection body, under the slashing of this sword light, was destroyed and broken as if it were nothing.

Such a terrifying and shocking scene caused bursts of exclamations in the crowd, and the eyes looking at Lin Yun changed drastically.

In the imagination, the picture of Lin Yun being killed by a punch did not appear.

On the contrary, it was Han Gang, who was hit the ground and difficult to get up.

How exactly is this done?

Isn't Lin Yun already abolished, cutting off his own Xuan veins, and cultivating instead of advancing but retreating. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be Han Gang's opponent at all, he is just a wasted person.

When an old man in the crowd said the word "transformation realm" in a trembling voice, many people woke up like a dream.

"The Legendary Avatar?"

"No, it's unreasonable that a wasted person can actually cultivate swordsmanship to the transformation realm. ”

"The swordsmanship is extraordinary, and it is superb...... Ordinary swordsmanship, cultivated to the peak of perfection, is already one in ten thousand, proud of the world's realm. At a young age, he actually mastered the transformation realm. ”

"Terrible. No wonder, no wonder he is able to compete with Han Gang with his Xuanwu Eightfold. ”

The transformation realm, which belongs to the legendary realm in the Great Qin Empire, has almost no one seen it, and even not many people have heard of it.

"Look for death!"

The voice that shouted to Lin Yun to stop before, seeing that Lin Yun almost killed Han Gang, he was immediately furious.

Whew!

In the vast wind and snow, a figure broke through the sky, and a storm rose everywhere it passed. The terrifying aura, accompanied by a fierce murderous aura, ruthlessly crushed the snowflakes in mid-air.

It is the powerhouse of the half-step Purple Mansion in the Divine Strategy Camp!

Lin Yun looked up and saw a blood-colored light blooming in midair. Turning into an ancient handprint, containing a killing intent that almost turned into substance, it slapped down on him.

Boom!

The speed at which this bloody handprint fell was too fast, and Lin Yun backhanded a sword, cutting off eighty percent of the handprint's power.

But twenty percent of the aftermath still fell on him, and he immediately spit out blood and was shocked and flew out.

If his cultivation was still in the Xuanwu Ninth Fold, he might not be so seriously injured, but the gap between his cultivation and the half-step Purple Mansion at the moment is still too big.

It was just after the end of the battle, and I was caught off guard and was injured by this palm.

The killing intent contained in the mudra rampaged through his body, and he also wanted to cause more internal injuries.

But with the operation of the Purple Kite Sword Technique, under the roar of the sword intent, the palm power that rushed in was like mud into the sea, silently.

Taking three steps back, Lin Yun regained his footing.

"Little junior brother!"

Xin Yan in the carriage was shocked, her face was shocked, and she wanted to struggle to stand up, but she showed a look of great pain.

But it was the eldest prince Qin Yu, who had already cultivated her in advance to seal and confine her.

Qin Yu sat on the side, his expression gloomy, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer. His face was silent, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I'm fine, senior sister, don't worry. ”

Lin Yun wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and squeezed out a smile on his pale face.

But this smile, in this cold wind and snow, people who watch it are extremely distressed.

"If you are hit by my bloody handprint, you can still laugh, you are not simple. ”

The man who shot fell on the snow, he was wearing the uniform of the Shence Battalion, he was in his thirties, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, his cheeks were thin, and he felt very cold.

He spoke unhurriedly, his poisonous eyes staring at Lin Yun.

"It's Han Tianming!...... the captain of the Dragon Scale Guard."

"This guy's name is not small, he is known as the strongest half-step Purple Mansion, and no one can beat him if he doesn't come out of Purple Mansion. ”

"Lin Yun's loss is a bit big, if he doesn't cut out that sword, maybe he won't be hit by this bloody handprint. ”

Someone in the crowd quickly recognized the powerhouse of this half-step Purple Mansion, and there were quite a few masters in the Divine Strategy Camp.

"But the eldest prince's wedding also dares to make trouble, and he is injured, today, you will definitely die, kill him!"

The cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness of the soldiers and the decisiveness of the killing were very obvious in Han Tianming, and he did not give Lin Yun a chance to breathe, so he ordered the Shence battalion to be dispatched.

The guards in the Shence camp, driving their war horses, turned into a violent hurricane and rushed towards Lin Yun.

Thundered!

This time, it was not as simple as eight dragon scale guards, hundreds of cavalrymen rushed in at one time, wearing battle armor, with indifferent expressions and resolute expressions.

The elites of the Hundred Divine Strategies Battalion cooperated with each other and fused with the tyrannical killing aura.

The war horse is in the formation of the army, the horse steps on the snow, and when he runs, the ground rumbles, and the sound is magnificent.

A burst of exclamations sounded, and a deep horror flashed in the eyes of many onlookers.

The elite in the Divine Strategy camp is definitely not the opponent of the leader of the sect one-on-one, and can even be killed like cutting melons and vegetables.

But once the number reaches hundreds, it will produce qualitative fission, and they practice the same kind of exercise, the same kind of martial arts. The odds are clear, daily drills, seamless cooperation, and few flaws, especially under the head-on charge.

Not to mention that it is Xuanwu Eightfold, Xuanwu Tenfold, it is also a dead word.

Lin Yun's eyes were sharp, the burial flowers in his hands were buzzing, and the reckless sword intent swallowed the cold light.

Seven Xuanbu, the golden crow spreads its wings!

The golden black seal bloomed behind him, and his body, in the falling snow, crossed a rainbow light and rushed up.

Seven steps, dazzling shadows!

When he was about to approach the hundreds of elites of the Divine Strategy Battalion, his figure suddenly blurred, and in the overlapping afterimages, it was like a cloud and mist suddenly rising in the mountains.

The hundreds of elites of the Divine Strategy Battalion suddenly flashed confusion in their eyes, and they were full of murderous intent, and they couldn't lock on to Lin Yun.

Drenched in the snow like a knife, for a while, it was impossible to see his figure clearly.

"There!"

When they found Lin Yun again, they were stunned to find that before they knew it, Lin Yun had already rushed to the top of their heads.

Kill!

In mid-air, the sharp light in Lin Yun's eyes condensed, bursting out with boundless killing intent, and the cold of the funeral flowers overflowed, flowing out a chill that was colder than the wind and snow, just like Lin Yun's determination at the moment.

The sword connects people's hearts, and their hearts are connected.

Like me, like a sword, fearless in life and death!

The trembling funeral sword made a loud trill, resounding in all directions, deafening, and many people couldn't hold the blade in their hands.

Poof!

The hundred elites were suddenly in chaos, and Lin Yun, who fell into it, took off up and down. One person and one sword, the blood of the killing splashed rainbow, staining the white snow floating in the air red.

In an instant, people on the ground turned on their backs, and except for Lin Yun, there was no one standing.

There were 100 people in the Shence camp, most of them were killed and wounded, and almost all of them fell.

The eye-catching blood fell on the snow, and those who watched it were shocked and moved. But the guards of the Shence Battalion will not, they are battle-hardened warriors, they have long been accustomed to all kinds of killings, and they only respect military orders.

The cavalry of the Shence battalion in the back row came like the wind and crushed again.

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and under the palm of his hand, the funeral sword spun for no reason. Between the spins, a violent storm arose, and the vast sword momentum kept accumulating. ，

The wind swept the snow and danced around it, and the young man's long hair was flamboyant.

The light of the bright moon!

When the sword momentum climbed to the peak, Lin Yun held the rotating hilt of the sword with his backhand, as if a bright moon was rising behind him, and the sword turned into a mighty sword.

The purple sword was like the light of the moon, and the moonlight was dazzling, eclipsing the wind and snow.

Bang bang bang!

The cavalry rushing to the ground, under the sweep of this sword, the armor was shattered, the horses were killed, the complete formation was in chaos, and after falling to the ground, the pain was unbearable, and wailing everywhere.

Boom!

But before Lin Yun could put away his sword, he saw a flash of red light, and Han Tianming appeared in front of him. The corners of his mouth hooked up into a sinister smile, and when he raised his hand, a palm was imprinted towards his heart, and there were blood-colored marks on his palm, as hideous as a poisonous snake.

Poof!

In the flash of light, Lin Yun avoided the vital point, but he was still imprinted on his right shoulder with a palm.

A stream of blood suddenly splattered from his right shoulder, and his palm shook and knocked him away again.

"Shameless!"

At this scene, everyone who watched gritted their teeth, this Han Tianming's half-step Purple Mansion realm was not much higher than Lin Yun's cultivation.

But his shot was despicable and disgusting, and every time it was the moment Lin Yun collected his sword.

Before, no matter how many casualties there were in the Divine Strategy, he remained silent, just staring at him like a poisonous snake.

Thump!

Lin Yun fell on the snow, and the burial flower came out of his hand, this time more seriously than the previous palm.

Its half-step Purple Mansion realm, a carefully prepared palm, even if it avoids the vital point, is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Lin Yun, go quickly, leave me alone. ”

Xin Yan on the carriage looked pained and shouted.

Da-da-da-da!

The Shence camp in the rear was still assembling, and the eldest prince in the carriage was expressionless. The VIPs of the Qingxuan Society on both sides of it fell on Lin Yun at the end with a cold expression, without any fluctuations, as if he was a dead man.

The crowd in all directions looked quite pity in their eyes, and the young man who fell to the ground in the wind and snow was really helpless.

In the end, it was the eldest prince, he didn't say a word, or even look at him.

let this young man see the end of annoying himself.

If there is no accident, this Lin Yun is afraid that he will be consumed to death.

What about cultivating the sword technique to the transformation realm?

One person, one sword, what about the killing god camp, and the blood sword Feihong?

This Han Tianming is not entangled with you, no matter how high his swordsmanship is, there is no room to play.

"Kill!"

Han Tianming's thin face showed a cold smile, and disdain flashed in his eyes.

The pleasure of playing with this kind of genius demon in the applause made him enjoy it very much. Ten days ago, he was also a leader, but unfortunately after the failure to promote to the Purple Mansion, the half-step Purple Mansion realm has been stuck until now.

He has a twisted and perverted hatred for the demons.

Boom, boom, boom!

The war horses neighed, the hurricane was there, and the Shence camp assembled in the rear rushed to the ground again under Han Tianming's order. The ground trembled, and the shouting and killing sound between heaven and earth made people tremble.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Xinyan's eyes were red, and she said in a choked voice.

Lin Yun on the ground smiled bitterly: "Sister, since I am here, I will not leave without results." The blood is not yet cold, and there is no reason to take back the sword that has been drawn. ”

For whom to rejoice, for whom to be worried, for whom to draw the sword and not look back!

Boom!

The young man's palm slapped violently in the snow, and in the snowflakes splashed, Lin Yun turned over and shouted, "Sword!"

The funeral sword scattered in the distance rang and beckoned, and was tightly held by it.

Frost and cold!

Facing the hundreds of elites of the Divine Strategy Battalion who shouted to kill the heavens, Lin Yun in mid-air was full of sword intent, and the moment he held the funeral sword, he waved his hand. The endless chill accompanied the vast sword momentum, freezing everything in its path.

The wind is cold, the snow is cold, and people's hearts are colder than this wind and snow.

But Lin Yun's sword is unstoppable!

Like the wind, like the wind of autumn leaves, like the wind of withering leaves in the autumn night.

Like snow, like the snow of winter, like the snow that colds all things in winter.

Click!

The cold ice shattered, and the hundreds of elites of the Divine Strategy Battalion who rushed to the attack spit out blood, and without exception, they were all shocked by the cold ice sword intent in their bodies and flew out.

"Die!"

In the midst of the cruel laughter, Han Tianming turned into a flash of red light and appeared in front of Lin Yun at a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

His face was hideous and he laughed wildly, the murderous intent in his eyes was like blood, and he slapped it out with one palm and went straight to Lin Yun's head.

Many martial artists in the crowd suddenly gasped, and secretly said in their hearts, so ruthless...... This Han Tianming is really as cold as a poisonous snake, no, he is more terrible than a poisonous snake.

But Han Tianming was stunned in his heart, and he felt panic inexplicably, he saw Lin Yun's eyes, calm as water, and the waves were endless.

It's like looking at a dead person, without any emotion.

"What's going on?"

In Han Tianming's heart, a trace of doubt suddenly rose.

Flame pattern, thunder cloud pattern, heptel gold pattern, wind feather pattern, cold cloud pattern...... One by one, the perfect second-grade spirit patterns, in the meridians of Lin Yun's body, are like stars shining one by one, criss-crossing and interlocking, forming a vast picture.

Lin Yun's body was up and down, and from the inside to the outside, a series of brilliant spiritual lights suddenly burst out. Coercive all over the body, crazy skyrocketing, Xuanwu nine, Xuanwu ten, half-step Zifu......

Rumble!

Before he stopped, after the aura on his body reached the half-step Purple Mansion, it soared to the terrifying Purple Mansion Realm.

Han Tianming's palm stayed in front of Lin Yun's forehead for half an inch, and he could no longer move forward at all, and the terrifying coercion of the Purple Mansion shook and twisted him, and he was in pain.

What's going on?

There was a horror in his eyes, and he couldn't believe it.

Thousands of machine prints, palm shattered mountains and rivers!

With a shocking tiger roar, a huge tiger palm suddenly fell in mid-air, and it fell rapidly with the momentum of thunder.

"No!"

Han Tianming was terrified in his heart, his expression changed greatly, and he wanted to retreat.

Is it refundable?

Lin Yun, I've been waiting for him for a long time!

Boom!

When the tiger's palm was above the vast snow, Han Tianming, who was in the realm of the Purple Mansion with half a step, was slapped into meat on the spot. The ground shook violently, and the street suddenly exploded, and there was a loud bang and a roar, as if the heavens and the earth were under this palm, trembling.

Countless figures, under this shock, were thrown into the air. The rocks are in the sky, the snow is dancing wildly, and this side of the world is completely chaotic.

"Come with me!"

Lin Yun's eyes swept away, landed on Xinyan on the carriage, and without hesitation, he took off.

To the heart of the sword, life and death are fearless, although tens of millions of people are going to me!