Everyone was shocked at this moment, especially Ling Kun and Qingchen, they all stood stunned and rubbed their eyes in disbelief, but when they looked over again, Yu Wenyang had already fallen from the sky.

Boom, his body slammed into the ground, the dust that gradually rose made him dusty, and he staggered out of the pit, his rickety back could no longer be lifted, and the blood that kept spilling from the corners of his mouth told everyone that he was seriously injured.

He trembled and clenched the long sword in his hand, "Lin Ming, you are really obsessed and bold, you dare to provoke our Heavenly Sword Sect so much in front of so many sect disciples!"

A flash of fierceness flashed in the corner of his eyes, and he knew that he had no chance of winning alone, so he had a plan, "Where are the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect!" He shouted, and the almost ordinary disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect instantly surrounded him, and the light dust on the other side also waved his arms, and many disciples of the Holy Maiden Peak also surrounded him.

Ling Kun hesitated and didn't speak, but even if there were thousands of disciples from these two sects, even Lin Ming would be unable to parry their joint attack, not to mention that at this moment, General Shura flickered backwards and came to Lin Ming.

"Lin Ming Xiaoyou, you really have a lot of means!" he smiled with relief, he was also very happy to see Lin Ming survive, but the Sword Saint and Yuexin and the others frowned and couldn't help but scold: "I didn't expect that your kid's life is quite big and you can survive Wuyang San!"

"Since I can't poison you, I must kill you!" The Sword Saint angrily raised the long sword in his hand and then looked at the Moon Heart and Han Bing, the three of them rushed forward directly, General Shura directly led the Moon Heart away, and Lin Ming confronted the Sword Saint and Han Bing.

Both of them are the strength of the late stage of the Heavenly God Realm, and Lin Ming's strength after five blacks is not trivial, boom, the first move The two of them directly fought into a draw, boom, the energy ripples in the air continued to disperse, everyone looked up to the air, and the sighs and exclamations were endless for a while.

The long sword in Han Bing's hand has its own ice attribute attack, every move and every style is cold, if it is stained with a trace, it will make people tremble and move slowly, and the sword saint's swordsmanship is exquisite, and every time the sword goes off the edge, it is stronger than Lin Ming's attainments in swordsmanship.

"Draw the sword!" He shouted angrily, and followed the golden crow long sword from the air with a rumble and smashed down, the sword saint forcibly operated the aura to attach to his hand, and the sword in his hand also burst out with the fierce power of the Dao Dao, and the blade swung out by the sword drawing technique was the same, click!

The ripples of energy seemed to be about to split the space, and the two of them retreated one after another, and the cold ice had already struck from behind at this time, bang, bang!

Lin Ming's back was trampled three times, he staggered a few steps and smashed his head and face with a sword with his backhand, his reflexes were incomparable, so that the cold ice behind him did not react, he took the sword blade and retreated two steps backwards, and his blood surged.

"The super-first-class reaction ability is worthy of the existence of being able to complete the abuse of Yang Yan," Han Bing also secretly exclaimed, but after this exclamation, he was more appreciative, "Take it!"

Lin Ming's low shout instantly pulled him back to reality, and the wings behind him shook and flipped into the air, and then a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree roundabout kick was aimed at his chest, bang!

Han Bing retreated backwards again, and then waved his long sword as well, "Lingyin Three Styles!" After he finished speaking, three phantoms appeared directly and appeared, the momentum was overwhelming, as if each phantom had the strength of the deity!

Lin Ming's eyes were full of breath, of course, he also divided a sign of a spiritual sense moment observer sword saint, if a sword master like this was not strictly guarded, any blow would be fatal, he didn't dare to make such a low-level mistake.

"Ninefold Cold Water!" he let out a long roar, the ice-crystal-colored Ninefold Cold Water was like a giant dragon throwing itself away in the air, and on the other side, he popped out a Samadhi True Fire, and a fire dragon appeared, and the two dragons of ice and fire hovered beside him, and the power steadily pressed on the two of them.

All the disciples exclaimed, "Look at what is on both sides of Lin Ming!"

"It's a dragon! It's a dragon with condensed aura!What a terrifying breath!" The disciples below pointed and pointed, they were all startled by the ice and fire twin dragons in front of them, of course, the sword saint and the cold ice also had their pupils soaring, but what they were surprised was not these two dragons, but the extremely cold qi and scorching heat wave emanating from the dragon's body.

"Being able to fight with the Great Elder of the Spirit Yin Sect and the Sword Saint of the Heavenly Sword Sect without falling behind, this Lin Ming's current strength is really incomparable!" The Great Elder of the Qingyun Sect touched his beard, his eyes were full of relief, and Zhang Yang on the side also exhaled, he originally thought that Lin Ming was definitely not an enemy, but according to the current battle situation, he greatly underestimated his strength.

Brushing and brushing, the three figures kept flashing around Lin Ming like ghosts, and in a flash, he didn't even have the ability to track his traces, "Xiao Hei!" After he finished speaking, a small head appeared from inside his clothes.

"Left!" As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ming's golden crow long sword had already been killed, and with a snort, golden light came out of his body, but this blow did not shed the slightest blood, "It's not good! This is not the body!" He hurriedly put away the sword, but it was too late, and Han Bing had already pulled out and stabbed him in the chest.

The long sword carried a chill, but Lin Ming's eyes were quick and waved quickly, and the ninefold cold water spewed out by the Nine Folds Cold Dragon directly solidified his long sword, and at this moment, he slapped his backhand, poof!

Han Bing was directly slapped with serious internal injuries, and a grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, but before he could breathe, the sword saint behind him had already rushed over, although he had a trace of spiritual sense, he still noticed that it was a little late, bang, bang, he could only forcibly pick up two kicks in order to avoid the long sword.

He covered his chest and his blood surged, "These two feet are strong enough!" He smiled and rushed forward again, but the Sword Saint who was going to fight with him suddenly appeared in an illusory realm, and he was suddenly stunned, "This is ...... What kind of place is this!" He looked around, only to see that everything around him was unfamiliar.

And at this moment, the mountains shook in an instant, Xiao Hei bore the brunt, behind him was thousands of demon beasts rushing directly, and the black pressure made him dumbfounded, "My day, what the hell is this!" He drew his sword and slashed wildly in all directions, and then dodged left and right, but he was still very embarrassed.

Looking at the sword saint Lin Ming in the illusion in his body, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and slowly walked over, he went up and cut off his head directly with a sword, and blood rushed to the sky with a thud, and his head fell to the ground like a ball and rolled several times.