Miracles are made vigorously.

"Boom—"

Lin Yun was smashed out dozens of feet away.

It's too strong! No wonder he was able to succeed in his sneak attack on Chu Qinfeng.

It seems that in this world, no matter how fancy the moves, they are not good in the face of absolute power.

Lin Yun was injured, and it was quite serious, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. However, his knife suddenly had a great absorbing power, and the blood he spurted out was absorbed by the river without a drop.

A shallow line of blood appeared on both sides of the knife surface of the river, and a happy light ran on the blood line, and the river that drank Lin Yun's blood seemed to be very excited.

"Boy, you don't know that there is a magic skill in the world, called Wan Lai Shu! ha...... It's not a shame for you to die under this merit!"

The owner of the haggis shop who has been buried for more than ten years__ Li Jiao Cabinet, the current right protector of the Blue Blood Demon Sect, seems to have not spoken happily for too long, at this time, catching a Lin Yun who is still worthy of being abused by himself, is not a little excited.

Chu Qin Jiajia: "......"

The eldest grandson, the husband, actually practiced the Ten Thousand Sounds Technique, no wonder Chuqin Ancestor was injured by his sneak attack. This kind of evil sect exercise can rely on a special voice to bless his own power, and it seems that the special voice of the eldest grandson Chiyang is the sound of his two gongs colliding.

"Young master, quickly stand back! you are not his opponent, trap him with the Seven Star Array. Chu Qin Jiajia shouted, and she took the Vermilion Bird Well to warn Lin Yun while fighting with Zhenzhen.

Lin Yun's magic skills were transmitted to him by Chu Qinfeng, so that the transmission would be damaged no matter what, Lin Yun received Chu Qinfeng's seven successes at most, plus Chu Qinfeng was originally slightly inferior to the eldest grandson Chiyang, so Lin Yun naturally fell behind the eldest grandson Chiyang.

It's not because Lin Yun has a solid foundation, and he has been striking iron for several months in a row, and his muscles and bones are extraordinary, how can he block the blow of the eldest grandson Chiyang?

Lin Yun did not give an order, he must leave a part of his strength as a reserve, which is the basic principle of the art of war. Many famous generals in the world sometimes have a hot head, and when it is not appropriate, they send their own family backgrounds.

However, soon they will regret it.

Lin Yun felt that neither the Blue Blood Demon Sect nor the so-called Xuanmen Alliance was so simple. Lin Yun himself didn't want any holy fire, if the holy flame didn't awaken, it was just a flame that wouldn't be extinguished. These people in front of them, if there is a way to fully awaken the holy fire, the holy flame has already awakened many times in ten thousand years.

He just wants to save the "pig teammates", he just wants to catch the murderer who killed her master, he just wants to find the person who killed Sangu's family, and he just wants to find his father.

He suddenly raised his knife and rushed towards the eldest grandson Chiyang again.

"Boy, the strength is not good, and the courage is not bad!" the eldest grandson Chiyang shouted arrogantly.

Thunderball.

However, Lin Yun this time it was not a type of nine knives, but a type of eighteen knives, Lin Yun integrated the iron striking technique into the thunder and thunder, after his knife drank his blood, it seemed to be obviously a lot stronger, and the power of the forbidden and the power of the heaven-shaking rune on the knife body was urged by him to the extreme.

Knives, eighteen knives.

Eighteen knives without hesitation.

Since Lin Yun came out of the palace, he met the Bronze Hou in the first battle, and it was obvious that the Bronze Hou just wanted to test his strength, and he relied on the power of awakening to fight dozens of moves with the Bronze Hou. Bronze Hou had no intention of killing him, but the speed and ruthless momentum of Bronze Hou's sword, and the feeling of the unity of man and knife made him unforgettable.

With a knife, you should be like a bronze marquis, treat each knife as the last knife in your life, strive for perfection, and have no regrets.

Lin Yun has gone through several awakenings, he knows the horror of the power of awakening, from the inside, he is not very willing to face this terrible power, he deeply feels that if that power is really fully awakened, he will completely control his spiritual sense. At that time, was he still himself? Lin Yun didn't dare to think about it.

So, he wants to be strong, and he doesn't want to use the power of that bird awakening.

Because he had seen in his dreams that this power caused the earth to float for thousands of miles, and the power to destroy the world was really terrifying, and those who possessed this power must be the ones who would bring disaster to this world.

Although Chu Qinfeng said that the responsibility of saving the world of the Longhan Continent had fallen on his head.

However, his heart never really agreed.

I, a little slave who used to have no heart and no lungs, now I just want to teach this dog haggard in front of me who broke into the dungeon and caused chaos.

At this moment, he only has a __ knife in his eyes, and the name of the knife is Rowjiang.

Chu Qin Jiajia said that the meaning of rowing the river is to face the stormy seas and still be able to cut a new world with one sword.

"The eldest grandson is miscellaneous, even if you are 'stormy' and the river will be split, if you can't do it, you will be ...... eighteen knives."

"Good boy__" The eldest grandson Chiyang had not finished speaking.

"Knock Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom ......" knives collided eighteen times. collided once, the eldest grandson Chiyang took a step back, and the eldest grandson Chiyang retreated ten times in a row

Eight steps.

In several battlefields, many disciples on both sides have been killed and wounded.

"The kid surnamed Yi, if you don't want to give you a funeral with both the Lan evil and the people present, you know what to do. At this time, Shentu Sanniang held the Heavenly Demon Bell in her hand and threatened.

Lin Yun looked at the injured eldest grandson Chiyang in front of him, and shouted without looking back: "Shen Tu, close your beak, I will give you an explanation." ”

Shentu Sanniang was strangely not angry.

The eldest grandson Chiyang looked at the strange young man in front of him in surprise, he was able to let himself be injured, although the injury was not serious, but he still couldn't understand it, even Chu Qinfeng, who was not injured, couldn't do it, "I underestimate you, but you will still die today!"

After the eldest grandson Chiyang finished speaking, he was ready to make Lin Yun look good again. The double copper crossed, and with a sound of "oh__", he once again performed the Ten Thousand Sounds Technique, and many Xuanmen disciples on the flying boat were directly planted by the sound wave attack.

Lin Yun: "......"

Why did this Ten Thousand Rays only attack the disciples of the Xuanmen, but the disciples of the Blue Blood Demon Sect were unscathed?

How did Lin Yun know that the disciples of the Blue Blood Demon Sect had all used a unique spell to close their hearing, and if they turned off their hearing, they could at least block most of the attacks of the Ten Thousand Sounds Technique. Therefore, the disciples of the Blue Blood Demon Sect were basically unaffected.

After Lin Yun's thunderous move just now, he was no longer able to fight with the eldest grandson Chiyang, and now even if the eldest grandson Chiyang didn't use the Ten Thousand Sounds technique, Lin Yun could only find death.

Lin Yun looked at the eldest grandson Chiyang, who was ignited by himself, rushing over violently, smiled slightly, waved his hand and sacrificed seven iron puppets, lined up, blocking the front of the eldest grandson Chiyang.

The eldest grandson Chiyang fought with these seven iron puppets in the underground palace, and knew that although these iron puppets were not in a high realm, they were infinitely powerful, painless, and fearless of death.

Extremely difficult. In the dungeon, the wind blew and brought seven iron puppets to block him with hundreds of moves before he was defeated.

The eldest grandson Chiyang frowned, and rushed forward helplessly.

As soon as Lin Yun flipped his hand, the Rakshasa bow came to his hand. Three Rakshasa arrows were placed on the string at the same time, and the bow was aimed at Shentu Sanniang.

The arrow was immediately wrapped in a thick evil aura, which was many times stronger than when Lin Yun first got this bow. All the people present felt this murderous aura, a terrifying murderous aura.

No one dared to ignore the power of this bow, including Shentu Sanniang.

"Master!"

Helian Wushuang screamed and reminded Shentu Sanniang.

Shentu Sanniang looked at Lin Yun, and then at the three arrows on the Rakshasa bow, three arrows that even she couldn't ignore, but nodded in appreciation, as if she had no intention of hiding at all.

Yi boy, you are very smart! Shentu Sanniang smiled slightly.

It's really easy to deal with smart people.

Lin Yun glanced at this proud middle-aged woman who was not good-looking, wearing a red luxurious robe, and her hair was towering into the clouds__Shentu Sanniang.

You're so fucking ugly!

After scolding, Lin Yun turned around and aimed at his named senior brother Qing Yazi.

"Senior Brother Qingyazi, please take me three arrows!" At the same time as the arrow was fired, he reminded that these three arrows were not to hurt people, but to force Qingyazi back.

Lin Yun added a lock spirit talisman to the tips of the three arrows as soon as he thought about it, aiming at Qingyazi, and locked his soul, he couldn't dodge these three arrows, the only way was to hard-connect. This is very similar to the arrows fired by the Sky Shaking Rune crossbow, but the means are different.

The power of the Soul Lock Talisman was not great, and Qing Yazi could almost ignore its existence, but he couldn't ignore the three Rakshasa arrows.

Helpless Qing Yazi, "Senior brother, you ......", he already understood what Lin Yun meant, he wanted to exchange the holy fire for the life of the Lan Evil. Yinglan is evil

The little princess of the country, in his eyes, can be saved, and if he can't be saved, there is no need to scruple at all. One person died and ten thousand people lived, Qing Yazi felt that this was the right decision.

The named junior brother in front of him seems to have no overall situation in his mind at all.

He was a little disappointed, but also a little angry.

A cultivator as profound as him was also a little angry with this named junior disciple who had just met for the first time.

However, the smoke is the smoke, and he can't ignore the three arrows in front of him, and his mind moves, the fairy sword is in his hand, and the three Rakshasa arrows are "clanging" together. To solve these three arrows, Qing Yazi only needs to make one move with all his strength, and he makes a move with all his strength, which is exactly what Lin Yun needs.

The people present, the people who can force Qing Yazi to make a move with all their might, can't spare their hands, Shentu Sanniang can free up his hands, but Lin Yun knows that as soon as the Heavenly Demon Bell comes out, there must be many Xuanmen disciples present, and when he was in the Sanssouci Cave, the Winning Mo Demon also handed over a piece of information to the underground palace, saying that Helian had a magic treasure in his hands, and even the pride of the sky was injured under this magic treasure on the day of the attack on the underground palace.

He knew that the Xuanmen Alliance in front of him might still have a backhand, but it was difficult for them to bargain in front of the mountain gate of the Blue Blood Demon Sect today.

He can't let a mother who is looking forward to her daughter's return in the deep palace every day never smiles again. When he saw Li Su, he thought of his mother, who was also in the deep palace and had never met him, perhaps, his mother was also like Li Su, looking forward to seeing him every day.

Even if he offends the Lutai Sect and the Xuanmen Alliance, he can't die.

The gourd that wanted to suck the Blue Lotus Holy Flame into his stomach instantly lost the control of Qing Yazi.

The jade peony rolled up the holy flame and flew into Helian Wushuang's hands.

When Shentu Sanniang saw this scene, she said proudly, "Feihong Lao'er, do you still want to fight?"

Feihong Zhenren, who was on the back of the crane and turtle, flicked his sleeves fiercely, took back the Buddha dust, and looked at this named disciple with some disappointment.

As soon as Shentu Sanniang waved her hand, the people of the Blue Blood Demon Sect also withdrew.

Lin Yun also waved his hand, and the seven iron puppets and the three falling Rakshasa arrows all returned to Lin Yun's hands, and they were immediately put away.

The fierce fight between life and death stopped for the time being.

"Sect Master Shentu, please remove the puppet spell you have placed on the Ranchael. Lin Yun said.

"Yi boy, I originally wanted to kill you, but the blood contract of this Blue Lotus Holy Fire was naturally unraveled. But, seeing you so sensible, it's really a little unbearable, you give me your heart's blood, the life and death of a little girl is very important to you, it's not worth mentioning to me, I won't break my word. I—as long as your heart is bloody!" Shen Tu said with a fierce emphasis.

"Okay, I believe you, if you really kill the Win Lan Evil, don't say that I won't let you go, the fire of anger in the country will also burn a few layers of your Blue Blood Demon Sect's skin, you weigh it yourself!" Lin Yun said coldly.