In the middle of the sky deep in the forest clouds, the sound of the flute reached my ears and resounded throughout the world, as if colorful clouds were chasing the moon and flying across the sky.

"Xuantian Heavy Armor!"

Just when everyone thought that the crumbling Thunder Demon Sword was certain to kill him, a terrifying edge suddenly appeared on his body. A layer of black armor exuded a metallic luster, shining across the sky and the stars, and the pressure on his body was infinite after all.

Xuantian Baojian!

Everyone looked slightly startled, and suddenly remembered that this person was still a disciple of Xuantian Sect, and he still had the strongest trump card that he had not used.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

The Ben Lei Demon Sword relied on Xuantian's heavy armor and rushed over with the sound of the flute on his shoulders. His eyes were blood red and his whole person fell into a daze.

Click!

The Xuantian heavy armor on his body had faint cracks exploding as he kept approaching. But he finally rushed into the Ziyuan Sword Formation, and the speed of the heavy armor cracking continued to increase, and Leng Aoran didn't care at all.

"Young Master Burial, your death has come!"

Leng Aoran laughed ferociously, and before he could finish his words, the sword light pierced out.

He calculated very accurately that Lin Yun's song of flying purple kites has reached its end. As long as he survives the most dangerous sword formation and reaches the opponent, he can kill him with one sword.

Under the gaze of everyone, his sword stabbed directly into Lin Yun's heart, and countless exclamations immediately sounded from the ground.

But Leng Aoran was immediately surprised to find that there were many sacred marks wrapped around the opponent's heart, and his killing sword could never penetrate it.

Just as he was about to retreat, Lin Yun put down his flute and pointed over.

One leaf, one bodhi, one flower, one world!

Seven layers of flowers bloomed and overlapped behind Lin Yun. When he pointed out, the majestic sword light passed through like a dragon.

Phew!

The Xuantian heavy armor on Leng Aoran's body instantly fell apart, a terrifying hole appeared in his body, and his whole body was blown away.

His face was unimaginably pale, and his breath was unprecedentedly weak. After landing, he didn't dare to stay for a moment, dragging his body and running away like crazy.

puff!

Blood stains spilled from the corners of Lin Yun's mouth, and he slowly fell from the air. Protected by the Silver Moon Mask, the sword just now failed to pierce his heart.

But his injuries were also serious, but not as serious as Leng Aoran's, and he still had the strength to fight.

"Lin Yun, are you okay?" Xiao Bingfeng asked nervously in the sword box.

Lin Yun said calmly: "Don't worry about it. Go after the Thunder Demon Sword. He won't be able to run too far."

"Someone is chasing me."

"Don't worry, I know who it is. Go chase them first."

"oh."

Lin Yun turned around, his figure rotated in the void, and in the blink of an eye he landed cross-legged on a boulder.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Not long after, three figures appeared first in his field of vision. Yan Teng, Xuan Fei, and Lei Lan, carrying three direct disciples of the sect, rushed over with evil expressions and murderous intent.

When he saw Lin Yun sitting cross-legged and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Yan Teng's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed.

This guy is really injured!

I knew that Leng Aoran's fatal sword blow just now would never be followed so easily.

"Young Master Burial Beauty, you didn't expect it!" Yan Teng raised a smile on his lips, and a look of pride flashed in his eyes. Even if you forced the Thunder Demon Sword away, it still fell into my hands in the end.

Now he was forced into a desperate situation. The holy soldier was snatched away by the Thunder Demon Sword, and he was made a dog of the other party in public.

Returning to the Xuanwang Palace is a dead end, but if the buried beauties' head is brought back, the senior brother may be able to spare his life.

"He has killed a lot of evil cultivators in the past month, and his net worth is unimaginable!" Xuan Fei's eyes flashed with greed, and he licked his dry tongue and lips.

Lei Lan's eyes were burning and he said coldly: "Haha, the mask on his face is probably a sacred weapon!"

Holy weapon!

Yan Teng's eyes instantly became fiery. If he could take it back, he might be able to offset the loss of the holy weapon.

"Kill him!"

Yan Teng ordered the Xuanwang Palace disciples behind him, and Xuan Fei and Lei Lan gave the same order.

The three of them were seriously injured. Even though they were sure that Lin Yun was stabbed in the center and had no strength to fight, they still did not dare to take too many risks.

Swish! Swish!

The eyes of the group of disciples from the three sects behind him immediately fell on Lin Yun, with murderous intent surging in their eyes, but they were somewhat fearful.

After the battle just now, Young Master Burial was astonishing in their eyes.

"Are you sure you are willing to sacrifice your life for him?"

Lin Yun's tone did not fluctuate, his eyes swept over, and he asked calmly.

"Kill him and the treasure will be divided equally!" Yan Teng said with cold eyes and gritted teeth.

Whoops!

The group of people immediately stopped hesitating. The character of these three disciples was not very good. That day, Lin Yun was ridiculed and ridiculed in every possible way in the Qiu Family Hall.

Now, after hearing Yan Teng's words about dividing the treasure equally, they all jumped into the air without any hesitation.

court death!

Lin Yun's eyes flashed with indifference. He placed the purple jade sacred bamboo flute to his lips, and the flute sounded instantly.

What he plays is Ba Jian!

One sword cuts the floating clouds, one sword cuts the nine heavens.

One sword can destroy the whole world, and one sword can level the world.

The clouds are floating in the sky, and the world is deserted!

The sound of the flute is like waves, one wave higher than the other, the storm is violent, and the waves are rushing into the sky. The storm comes and goes quickly. The short and violent flute sound shakes the sky, and lightning cracks the void.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three flying sect disciples had just taken off into the air and before they got close to Lin Yun, their heads were shattered by the sound of a flute in mid-air.

Blood splattered everywhere, everyone bloomed like fireworks, the scene was poignant and cruel.

The faces of Yan Teng and the other three turned pale. Seeing the horrific scene before them, they felt their legs and feet were weak and their whole bodies were trembling.

Is this the strength of the buried playboy?

Is this the pressure Ben Lei Demon Sword was facing just now?

Thinking about it this way, the Thunder Demon Sword could last for such a long time and almost stab Lin Yun to death with one sword. His strength was more terrifying than the three of them imagined.

But the person in front of me is even more terrifying!

On top of the boulder, Lin Yun suddenly stood up and looked at the three of them with cold eyes. The three of them were shaken by the aftermath of the flute sound, and blood continued to flow from their mouths. The lingering sound of the domineering sword seemed to still be echoing in their ears.

"Do you really think I'm so injured that I can't even fight? I'll wait for you!" Lin Yun said coldly, without any emotion in his voice.

Yan Teng said in horror: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Have you forgotten so soon?"

Lin Yun laughed, took off the mask on his face, and his delicate and handsome face immediately appeared completely in front of the three of them.

Lin Yun!

The buried beauty was actually Lin Yun, who was in the Tianpo realm. The three of them were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.

How is this possible?

Lin Yun fastened the purple jade divine bamboo flute to his waist, and stepped in front of the three of them. He stared at Yan Teng, making the latter feel unimaginable fear.

He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but his legs were shaking and wouldn't obey his orders.

"Since you're such a loser, you can't stand still, so don't take it anymore!"

Lin Yun summoned the funeral flower, the sword light flashed, and Yan Teng's knees were instantly chopped into pieces, and he knelt down with a thud.

"Lin Yun, you are looking for death!" Yan Teng was heartbroken in pain. He glared at Lin Yun and said angrily: "You bastard, if you dare to kill me, the Fuyun Sword Sect will be destroyed!"

"You have such doggy eyes that you like to be arrogant, so you'd better stop doing it!"

Lin Yun slashed with the sword again, and Yan Teng's eyes were instantly destroyed, and blood kept pouring out of the eye sockets.

"My eyes!"

Yan Teng was in pain and panicked. He covered his eyes with his hands and trembled uncontrollably.

"Since you like to bully others, it's better to stop using it!"

Lin Yun swung two swords, the sword light flickered, blood flowed like a fountain, and Yan Teng's arms immediately flew out.

"No! No! No!"
To be continued...