There are many coincidences in the world, and fate always likes to play tricks on people. The person was not killed by Lin Ziyun, but the sword was indeed in his hand, and there were indeed three words of his Lin Ziyun's name on the ground. It's a pity that he can't explain this situation clearly, the other party wants to frame him, but he is not a person who can be caught with his hands tied.

A wave of anger and hatred gradually burned in his heart. These eight thousand miles of endless swamps and boundless weeds will be burned by him. There is no word for the crime he wants to add, Lin Ziyun doesn't care, he wants to teach Yin Wu a bloody lesson.

The divine sword in Xu Cong's mouth was held in his hand. Lin Ziyun's eyes were red, and his murderous aura was awe-inspiring. Whether it was the village chief or Yin Wu and the others, they all felt a chill, Lin Ziyun at this moment was not gentle, as if he was a demon who killed people without blinking. And Lin Ziyun didn't notice that hatred was growing in his heart, as if there was a devil howling in his heart to crawl out of hell.

He wanted to kill all the people he saw in front of him in order to vent his anger.

"Ah......h

Feeling that his body seemed to be out of his control, Lin Ziyun shouted. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked hideous.

"Oh no, this son is already in the dark. The old village elder shouted.

"This person's origin is unknown, you see that he is full of murderous energy, and he is definitely not a good type. Village Chief, please ask the High Priest to subdue this person!" Yin Wu took a deep breath, his eyes fierce.

"Looking at this situation, even if the high priest intervened, he would not necessarily be able to subdue him. You see, although his cultivation is only around the Qi refining period, that kind of coercion is rare even for people in the Feather Realm. This person either has a big secret on him, or he has hidden his cultivation. Yin Wu, you yourself have caused a lot of trouble, why don't you hurry up and find the high priest. Xuewen, Xuewu and I are here to contain him, and Wenchang, you hurry up and take Yin Ming and Yin Jun away. The village chief commanded.

"Do you want to leave? You say I'm a murderer, that's it. But what are you doing now, are you afraid?" Lin Ziyun said in a solemn tone.

"Sir, even if you didn't kill those two messengers, there is no doubt that the sword in my clan is in your hands right now. Anyway, if something so big happened, it would be better for Mr. Lin to go back and explain it to us. The village chief sighed and said.

"I'll give you an explanation for this sword. But I don't like what you're doing. In that case, let's choose to speak with our fists. Lin Ziyun laughed.

"Since Mr. has this Yaxing, the old man will play with Mr. Lin. The village chief smiled.

Lin Ziyun saw this person smiling, and his heart jumped for no reason. "Xu never needs to panic with me, then the problem must be with this person. ”

Lin Ziyun suppressed the doubts in his heart and took a deep breath. In his hand, he clenched the fairy sword transformed by Lingzhi into a little tighter again. The slanting wind ruffled his hair, and he saw that his eyes were indescribably strange, like a smile rather than a smile, like a bloodthirsty devil.

It's too late, it's too soon. Lin Ziyun had already made a move, and between the lightning and flint, Lin Ziyun did not care about the old village chief, but rushed towards Yin Ming. He held his sword in both hands and raised it in the shape of a sword. Yin Ming was just a child in his early tens, and he suddenly felt Lin Ziyun's incomparably strong murderous intent, and his legs trembled, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Bastard ......"

The moment the long sword was about to fall, it was Yin Wu who turned back and appeared in front of Lin Ziyun. He sacrificed a five-pointed astrolabe in his hand, and he didn't know what magic weapon it was. I saw a gray aura emanating from it, and five beast claws were conjured out of the spirit disk, resisting in front of Lin Ziyun.

"Mr. Lin is a little excessive, the old man will meet you for a while. Although the village chief looks old, his voice is unusually loud.

"Brute, you want to kill people. But you can't sneak attack the child, Yin will have to pay the price. Yin Wu drank.

Lin Ziyun didn't succeed just now, and was forced to retreat by Yin Wu's magic weapon, and glanced at Yin Wu fiercely: "You protected him, but I don't know if you have the ability to manage yourself?"

At this moment, the boundless desire to kill actually grew in Lin Ziyun's heart. He gradually couldn't restrain himself, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Fu Xian True Skill is an extremely powerful killing technique, and Lin Ziyun's one move and one style imply great power. Although his cultivation is not high, he is somehow able to suppress Yin Wu in the foundation building realm, and he can gain the upper hand.

In fact, this is all because of the inconspicuous fairy sword in his hand, which for some reason is very compatible with Lin Ziyun. Although Lin Ziyun took the path of refining the body, he opened the four points of the Dao Palace, and the immortal aperture in his body could also be regarded as a different way. This sword seems to contain amazing immortal power, and when Lin Ziyun holds it in his hand, he can exert ten times the power of his previous cultivation. And this power seems to be inexhaustible.

Although Lin Ziyun doesn't know swordsmanship, his Fuxian True Skill hides all kinds of killing techniques, let alone swordsmanship?

The power of each of his swords shocked Yin Wu. It wasn't until Yin Wu used his internal cultivation to carry his ten swords that Yin Wu's throat was sweet, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"This person's cultivation is weird, he definitely killed the messenger. ”

"Yin Wu, if you don't hurry up and tell the high priest, I'll hold him back. And Wenchang, you don't take Ming'er with you, Jun'er left quickly. The village chief spoke.

A few people know that now is not the time when there are many people and there is great strength, and in the face of absolute cultivation and strength, there are many people but it is a burden. Several people took advantage of Lin Ziyun's fight with the village chief and quickly left.

Lin Ziyun was in the middle of the battle, and the dragon fighting technique turned into a dragon sword. Among the dilapidated temples, the sword spirit is brilliant. The two fought until the entire temple turned into powder, and the sword light magic weapon flickered in the sky.

With Lin Ziyun's cultivation, he can now match the powerhouses in the late stage of foundation building and even the Great Perfection, but this white-bearded old man usually doesn't show mountain dew, so he didn't expect it to be so strong. I saw this person, his eyes closed, and his hands pinching the seal. There are seven stars shining around this person, as if it is Zhou Tian Beidou.

Lin Ziyun glanced at it, and the old village chief was reciting the recipe and muttering words. At this moment, he spread his hands and embraced Jiutian, his left hand clenched into a fist, his right hand was a palm, and his left fist hit his right palm. With your palms facing the sky, your feet are in figure-eight steps.

"Mr. Lin should be able to recognize the old man's spell, haha. The village chief suddenly smiled and said.

Lin Ziyun did seem to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Fighting with people at this moment, Lin Ziyun was actually even more angry in his heart. He didn't have time to think about it so much, and at this time of the fight, Lin Ziyun gave up the true skill of Fu Immortal and gave up the dragon fighting technique. He made every move, more like a madman holding a sword and slashing through the rice fields.

"Kill ......"

Lin Ziyun shouted angrily.

"Actually, why do you bother? I know you didn't kill people. But even I couldn't have imagined that the cultivation of Lin Shangxian, who was still high in front of me a few years ago, had really declined, haha...... It seems that God really helps me!" the old village chief suddenly secretly transmitted a message to him.

"I don't care if you recognize me or not, but it's not necessary. The important thing is that the dead do not speak. The village chief muttered to himself.

Lin Ziyun was killed to the point of enchantment, as if he was a humanoid beast in a state of rage, forcing Yin Xuewen and Yin Xuewu back with one palm. Lin Ziyun stared at the village chief with bloodthirsty eyes in the cold wind, and a vertical crack suddenly opened in the center of his eyebrows. If you look closely, the red lightning-like mark turned out to be an eyeball.