The official road of the long street, the blood-stained ancient pavilion.

I don't know when it started, but the sky was already dripping with light rain. Although the rain is not heavy, it makes people's hearts more and more sober at this moment.

Lin Yun looked at a bloody hole in his chest, and his heart was shocked.

Now that he is immortal, his physical body is immortal, and the spear martial artist on the opposite side actually broke Lin Yun's physical defense with a spear, as well as unfathomable martial arts, combined with the true qi in his body, which is no less than Yuan Li.

However, this shot did not hurt Lin Yun's vital point, but it was the spear warrior on the opposite side, Bei Lin Yun punched Zhengxin, I am afraid that it will definitely not be comfortable.

Sure enough, the person on the opposite side spat out a mouthful of blood arrows, and the injury was even more serious than that of Lin Yun.

"Your Excellency is a good means. With your strength, you don't feel a little shameless to attack my spearmen and many ordinary disciples of the Thirteen Sects? The spearman asked.

Of course, if he knew that Yao Qisheng had already proved his identity, he would definitely not ask this sentence.

And just as he finished saying this, he suddenly found that none of the remaining sect disciples beside him, including where his spear gate was, had survived, and Gu had been killed by Jiang Kaishan and a few people.

Seeing this, his expression became colder and colder, and the spear in his hand unconsciously tightened a little.

"Cheeky? If I had been embarrassed with these people, I am afraid that I would have been ashamed to death. You're very skilled, I admit it. But if you have the same heart as them, I am afraid that today you will die at my hands. Lin Yun responded, his eyes full of anger.

"What a big breath. Let's not say who is true and who is false. Even if it's their fault, it's my spear door to deal with it, and when it's your turn to do it. The man with the spear shouted coldly.

At this moment, in the crowd, an old man walked out.

This old man's cultivation is also subtle, and vaguely, even Lin Yun can't see through it. It is even said that the strength of this old man is more like his own, and he has both martial arts and cultivation at the same time.

However, the power of this old man's cultivation is not strong, but he has just entered the supernatural powers, and his physical body and primordial spirit are also average.

But his own martial arts attainments shocked Lin Yun.

That breath, as if only one body of martial arts, can shock people's hearts, and in a word, people can't help but be affected and look at it.

"That's enough, Jing Yue. Since this matter is witnessed by Yao Gongzi himself, there is no doubt about it. As for the beginning and the end, ask your disciples and they will already know. ”

The old man said, his eyes moving slightly, as if he was making a look at Jing Yue in his mouth.

Jing Yue, the long-robbing man who had just fought with Lin Yun, heard this, and immediately moved, and his body took a few steps back. walked up to Yao Qisheng and bowed his hand slightly.

Then he directly lifted the seriously injured Jing Ye and prepared to retreat.

Yao Qisheng's forehead wrinkled slightly, but after glancing at the old man, he still chose to be silent.

But Lin Yun's gaze suddenly burst into anger. Yao Qisheng may have his scruples. But he, no.

"Stop, you can go. But he must die! ”

Lin Yun's voice revealed a downright killing intent, murderous aura, as if this person was immortal, Lin Yun was unwilling in his heart.

Hearing this, everyone in the audience fell silent, it was the old man, and their eyes all looked at Lin Yun.

Jing Yue silently stopped, but did not turn around. His gaze and the old man exchanged in the void, and then he supported the seriously injured Jing Ye and continued to move forward.

But the next moment, a neckwind whistled by.

Instinctively, he let go of Jing Ye in his arms, and his backhand was a shot out, the spear was like a rainbow, bent into a full moon, and slammed it out, shooting a gun, wanting to hinder this fist wind.

This punch was naturally made by Lin Yun.

The night does not die, and today's things are continuous.

Lin Yun's fists were already surging with dark qi at this moment, and it was in the process of ascending the Supreme Tower in Lingwu City that he had obtained a martial art other than the Thunder Determination and the Wind Technique.

It's just that this martial arts is strong and abnormal, not to mention that Lin Yun can't control it at will.

More importantly, this is a demonic martial art. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a demonic supernatural power.

It was Lin Yun who got it on the Dark Demon Monument. It's just that after getting it, he rarely cultivated, but the fight just now directly caused the lines on this magic tablet to appear in his mind, and inexplicably, Yin Jiao's fists were directly punched.

The dark black fist breath surged above Lin Yun's fists, forming a stark contrast to Jing Yue's spear in the void.

"What kind of martial arts is this? The power is so terrifying. Jing Yue's face darkened.

But this is bleak, but it is prudent.

Martial arts people are not like cultivators, and the distinction between Dao and Demon is so clear.

Although there is the same distinction, and even the same difference between good and evil, among them, they have never seen anyone who really cultivates demonic martial arts.

Therefore, even if Lin Yun used it at this moment, they would not feel any of it.

But cultivators were different, and the moment Lin Yun cast it, he felt a trace of demonic energy surging in the air.

Yao Qisheng's gaze changed slightly, but it returned to normal in an instant. If this is the case, he still doesn't believe Lin Yun, then he can only say that he is too superficial.

Although he was a scholar, he was not pedantic.

Which is better and which is bad, he knows in his heart.

But right now, it was Lin Yun and Jing Yue who fought together again.

The fists and guns echoed each other, but Lin Yun's attack power at the moment was doubled.

Jing Yue was only able to fight with Lin Yun at first, but later, he was already a little struggling.

"Is this your hole card? If that's all, then that's the end of it. ”

Jing Yue took a step back, the spear stood in front of him, a look of resentment flashed in his eyes, and inexplicably, he had a killing intent towards Lin Yun in his heart, as if Lin Yun was immortal, and he would never come out.

As soon as he thought of this, a light burst from his eyes:

"All this is your own death, when you get to the king of Hades, don't forget to tell him that the person who killed you is called Jing Yue."

Jing Yue said again, and then moved on her toes, stepping on the ground, and the spear rose to the sky like a rootless duckweed. And Jing Yue's body also suddenly flew up with the rise of this spear.

"Nine Heavens God Thunder Spear."

High in the sky, when Jing Yue's body flew to a certain height, it actually fell vertically.

And in the process of descending, on the spear, there was a faint sweep of lightning, and the slightest thunderbolt fell from the nine heavens, through the body of the spear, gathered on the tip of the spear.

The gun was like lightning, and the huge impact force made Lin Yun's eyes unable to bear the pressure, and he instinctively wanted to close his eyes.