"Yes, Lin Yun must die." Demon Feng nodded lightly, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he looked at Lin Yun who was sitting there cross-legged, and then with a handprint, the Feather Sword flew out instantly.

"Groan!" With a sword groan, I saw a shocking cold light in the air, and the wind around him was gusting, and the feather sword had already killed Lin Yun.

However, at this moment, a long whip slashed out, instantly enveloping the blade of the sword.

Jingling!

A sound of gold and iron resonating sounded, and the long whip wrapped around the Feather Sword, splashing out Dao sparks, making it unable to advance an inch.

"Nosy!" The demon wind snorted coldly, waved his arm, and the rhyme of the divine channel around his body was permeated, and then with a slight touch, the Ling Yu sword in front of him trembled violently in an instant, and it also emitted a dazzling light.

Di Ling's face changed drastically, and she felt a huge force attacking, and she was shocked out of the air.

Immediately, she saw the feather sword "swish", and continued to fly out, stabbing at Lin Yun.

That sword is cold and piercing, and the supernatural power is restrained.

That sword, the killing intent is surging, and the killing is invisible.

And Lin Yun was still sitting there, as if he didn't realize it, under a sword, he could have a life. Her face was anxious, and her voice trembled: "Don't ......"

However, the sword momentum has been completed, and the sound cannot be stopped......

Demon Feng's face was full of sneers, his eyes were full of yin owls, and he watched Ling Yu Sword approach little by little, and a sense of happiness suddenly appeared in his heart.

With this sword, he can fulfill the instructions of the young owner.

At this time, Lin Yun stood still, not knowing everything that happened in the outside world, and still running "Nine Deaths Xuangong".

The operation of Xuangong is almost complete, the meridians in the body are gradually repaired, and the sea of consciousness is gradually opened.

Suddenly, he only felt a golden ray shine out, the Golden Temple of the Yuan God shook lightly, and suddenly the sea of self-consciousness spread out, the golden temple was radiant, and the power of the mighty divine consciousness swept out, almost merging with the entire cave.

At this moment, everything in the cave was shrouded in his divine sense.

At the entrance of the cave, two Taoist monks were practicing supernatural powers, and they were very happy. In the corridor, Kuntai and Hongluan walked side by side, as if looking for something. At the entrance of the main hall, Jin San was hidden among several large stones, and his eyes were shrewd. In the main hall, Di Ling opened his mouth and exclaimed, the demon wind was gloomy, and a brilliant sword was moving rapidly, and everything was delicate.

The sword of Xiao Killing was extremely fast, but at this moment, under the gaze of Lin Yun's divine sense, it was crawling like a snail, and the old cow was plowing the field.

Lin Yun suddenly raised his hand, and two fingers poked out, and he was already gripping the blade of the sword.

All of this is just a thought.

Demon Feng's face was full of pride, and when he saw that the Ling Yu Sword had penetrated into the mist of spiritual power, he must have killed Lin Yun, and immediately laughed: "Lin Yun, Lin Yun, you have cultivated to be strong in vain, and you have the body of a glass king, but at this moment, you don't even know how to die, sad, sad." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a flat voice suddenly came from the front: "Pathetic person, I'm afraid it's you." ”

Hearing this voice, Demon Feng's body shook, his eyes froze, and he saw the spiritual power mist in front of him disperse, Lin Yun grabbed the tip of the sword between his two fingers and slowly got up.

"You...... Aren't you practicing? Demon Wind opened his mouth, his face trembled slightly, and he took a few steps back.

Seeing this, Di Ling's face was overjoyed, and Lin Yun was fine.

Lin Yun glanced at the demon wind, then glanced at the short sword in his hand, and flicked his fingers, "Give it back to you." ”

In an instant, the Feather Sword flew back upside down, a few points faster than when it came.

Demon Feng's face was shocked, and he was busy condensing his handprints, the Lingyu Sword was originally his magic weapon, however, he found that he couldn't control it at this moment.

Rumble!

The feather sword flashed, and although he had avoided it in time, a bloody hole was still pierced in his shoulder.

Demon Feng's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Lin Yun, just now you counted your fate, I didn't expect you to wake up from the meditation, but you will still die today." ”

"Humph! You can't even kill me in a sneak attack, let alone now? Lin Yun said with a disdainful expression.

"Really? As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent is the only way to win a hundred battles, I have been paying attention to you in the dark for a long time just now, you are nothing more than a strong body, why is it difficult to kill you. ”

As he spoke, the demon wind's hands changed, and a wonderful artistic conception surrounded his body, and the terrifying wind rose up.

Then, in a flash, he appeared a few feet away.

"My name is Demon Wind, because I am a wind spirit, and when I enter the realm of the gods, I have already comprehended the artistic conception of the wind. In the same realm, I am already invincible. Demon Wind sneered, and with a flick of his fingers, an invisible wind blade suddenly condensed in the air.

The wind blade is invisible, but its power is not weaker than that of a magic weapon.

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows, stroked his palm lightly, and then scattered the wind blade, and said disdainfully: "Just a few wind blades, if you want to kill me, it's still far away." ”

"Then take me a move 'Instant Thousand Blades'." The demon wind snorted coldly, and the handprints flew up, and suddenly the wind blade continued to condense in the air.

Huhuhu......

Lin Yun suddenly felt that the air was stagnant, and there were thousands of wind blades, countless of them, and they were swarming.

His face sank, and his body emitted a white glow, covering his body, and his hands burst out at the same time.

"Thunder!"

Thunder and lightning spread from his hands, and countless wind blades were annihilated, but there were still many that fell on his body.

The wind blade was dense, dissipating and reuniting, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Yun had been hit by the wind blade hundreds of times. However, with the resistance of the glass king's body, most of the power of those wind blades was neutralized, but there was still a weak force that invaded the body.

If it was before, Lin Yun was only afraid that he would really be injured at this moment, but at this moment, his meridians had recovered, and the true yuan in his body was circulating, so he would dissolve that weak force.

Then, Lin Yun's body flashed, and he used the wind to fight, resisting the wind, and instantly rushed towards the demon wind.

The demon wind was still waiting to solidify the wind blade, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the figure attacking, and suddenly his complexion changed greatly, and he retreated again and again, and his heart was also horrified: "His speed is so fast?" ”

"When you understand the meaning of the wind, you can be unparalleled in speed? Look at how my Fufeng trick compares to you. Lin Yun sneered, Fufeng is the martial arts of the Lingwu Tower, but the magic in it is no less than supernatural powers.

At this moment, his true yuan and primordial spirit were opened together, and his magic was even more wonderful than before, and his speed was several times faster than before. Even if it is a demon wind, I feel a trace of pressure at this moment.

I saw that the two figures in the air kept flickering, and there was always a slight gap between them.

Whoosh......

Demon Feng gritted his teeth, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he kept thinking about countermeasures in his heart. Suddenly, he felt a terrifying pressure coming, and his body was like carrying a mountain, and even though he mastered the meaning of the wind, his speed also decreased.

"Oops, Lin Yun's comprehension of artistic conception is so profound, and it is still the mountain intention that restrains my speed." Demon Feng's heart sank, and he secretly called out bad luck.

At this moment, another thunderbolt slashed out, and he couldn't dodge it at all, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back and numbness all over his body.

He screamed, and his figure suddenly stopped, and he fell to the ground.

The next moment, he saw a shock beside him, and a figure stood beside him, it was Lin Yun.