Chapter 1148

In the devastated ruins, the remaining momentum of Lin Yun and Thunder Eagle is still entangled in the void like ink and wash.

The huge boulders in the air rose and fell in this entanglement.

Lin Yun was suffocating, and the lower half of his face that was not covered by the mask could be seen to be extremely pale.

The terrifying power of Thunder Eagle is much stronger than Lin Yun imagined, and it is far from explainable by the half-step divine pill.

He is a demon!

Almost certainly, he was once a top disciple of a certain Demonic Sect, and even Lei Ying might not be his real name.

It is not the night of the full moon, and Lin Yun cannot use his strongest method, even if the purple jade divine bamboo flute is much stronger than the knife in the other party's hand.

He couldn't take much advantage, and the power of the holy soldiers burst out in his hands was too terrifying.

Lin Yun understood how the two elders in the Divine Pill Realm died at his hands.

Just now, all the purple gold dragon patterns on Lin Yun's body were almost shattered. The Canglong Holy Armor was crushed by the giant hand of the Demon Heaven.

Fortunately, I finally got through it.

Lin Yun was so angry that he looked down at the remaining Ye Ziling, her face turned completely rosy.

The cold and frosty face on weekdays seems particularly soft when you sleep here, which is rare.

If this woman didn't look cold, she would actually look pretty good.

Endless fatigue surged into my mind, Lin Yun took a deep breath, struggled to stand up bit by bit. But the sword box on his back was too heavy, like a mountain pressing on his body, the sword box vibrated, and the blood flame dragon pattern inside it

Jin Yuanshi began to struggle again.

The war rekindled in his eyes, and his pale cheeks showed a smile.

Even for this woman, I can't just fall down, otherwise... it would be too bad.

He is a burial flower boy!

Lin Yun shouted coldly in his heart, his bent spine straightened like a sword, and he stood up in the dust all over the sky.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The remaining sword intent in the world buzzed, and they cheered and seemed to feel Lin Yun's fighting spirit at this moment.

How could we swordsmen fall down easily, and can breathe and fight?

The blood is not over, the battle is endless!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Lin Yun laughed wildly in the dust, and the passionate blood in his chest roared out.

"Is this guy crazy?"

A group of evil cultivators watched Lin Yun stand up again in the dust, and was obviously extremely injured, but the sword force gathered again, all of them were stunned.

They are all evil cultivators who kill without blinking, decisive and cruel.

But it seems that the person in front of me is much crueler than them. How crazy these crazy laughs are!

"hateful!"

Lei Ying cursed, and he didn't feel very good at this moment. He fought one after another, before the two divine pills, and then against Ye Ziling.

The injuries were not controlled, and even the holy soldiers were sacrificed, but Lin Yun was not yet killed.

It is conceivable how manic he is at this moment.

"Compared with me? You kid, you don't know how my name is the best evil cultivator in Kuxuanhai came into being!" A very crazy look evolved from the black and white change of Thunder Eagle's face towel.

boom!

The majestic and violent star Yuan swept out again on the Thunder Eagle, and thunder and flames surged out.

The thunder blade in his hand trembled again, and with a wave of his hand, he carried out an extremely majestic storm and blasted towards Lin Yun.

The blade storm is blessed by holy patterns, containing three wills: thunder, flame and sword intent. In the blink of an eye, it is approaching.

Clouds cover the sun!

Lin Yun played a long roar, and there were holy soldiers on the other side, and he also had them. The purple jade divine bamboo flute was only stronger than the thunder blade of the thunder eagle.

The first sword of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Cloud was transformed into Lin Yun's flute sound. The sound of the flute sound was long and the sword light was like the sun, slashing the coming storm directly.

Bang!

The two collided violently in the void, and the extremely terrifying aftermath spread out. Lin Yun floated forward with his toes.

The wind blows away the clouds!

The sound of the flute never stops, Lin Yun's long hair

Zhang Yang was like a king and prince walking in the world. Xiaoyin and sword intent merged, and the second sword of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds was killed, and at the same time, two green phoenixes flew out of their bodies.

A look of surprise flashed in Lei Ying's eyes. Unexpectedly, Lin Yun, who was so seriously injured, dared to take the initiative.

He was immediately caught off guard. As the sword light waved, thunder roared wildly, shattering a wisp of sword sound. He retreated wildly, and the sound of clanging in the void was endless. The sword light and the sword light burst out with bright light.

"Let's take action together and kill him!"

Lei Ying was a little staggering, his injury was obviously on the verge of collapse, and he was forced to the point of being forced for the first time.

Before, he fought with two divine pills, and the elders of the Fuyun Sword Sect left a terrifying sword intent in their bodies before they died.

Originally, he had been forcibly suppressing, but in order to quickly solve Ye Ziling, he had to sacrifice astrology, causing the sword intent of this powerful man in the Divine Pill Realm to sweep wildly in his body.

At present, the sword intent is becoming more and more ferocious, and it tends to explode in its body.

This is a bit difficult. Once the sword intent left by the elder of the Divine Pill Realm is detonated in his body, he will die here no matter how deep he is.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Although the other evil cultivators were frightened by Lin Yun's situation, Lei Ying was undoubtedly even more terrifying and did not dare to disobey his orders.

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and under Xiao Kun's leadership, these evil cultivators each activated their own killing moves against Lin Yun.

They knew that Lin Yunxiaoyin was terrible, and they were all prepared for it and did not dare to get too close to him.

Lin Yun played the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds, and the Qingluan flew out one after another. The sword force on his body rose up like a mountain, and soon it reached a level comparable to the Holy Sword Peak.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Many killer moves were made of swords to remove most of the power, but even so, they were still covered in scars and blood when they fell on Lin Yun.

call out!

Just as Lin Yun was fighting fiercely with these evil cultivators, Lei Ying, who was breathing, took a deep breath and held the hilt of the knife with both hands again.

"Go to die!"

Rumble!

With the sound of shouting, the sky became completely dark, and the giant hand of the Demon Heaven, pulled by the light of the sword, evolved out again.

Lin Yun's face changed wildly, this is another move!

Fortunately, the sword force of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds is also approaching the peak. Using the Xiao to control the sword may not be able to break it.

With the same killer move, it is impossible to hurt Lin Yun twice. He can still see some of the flaws.

"Boy, come on your life!"

But just as he was about to concentrate and merge the sword force of the first ten swords of the Thirteen Swords of the Floating Clouds, a cold voice came over.

It was Xiao Kun. He saw Lin Yun's dilemma and smiled grimly at the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to take advantage of Lin Yun's time to worry about it, and he would be severely injured by the Thunder Eagle's Demon Heaven Giant.

It is impossible for a person to use both minds. If a flower burial master is bound to die!

When there was no time to send out, Lin Yun's eyes flashed, and his thoughts jumped like lightning, and a decisive look suddenly flashed in his eyes.

boom!

When no one could imagine, he suddenly put down the purple jade divine bamboo flute on his lips. The sound of the flute as beautiful as the fairy and domineering as the prince came to an abrupt end in the world.

Everyone was a little stunned and were a little stunned.

Can't use the flute to control the sword, does the Burial Flower Master have other means to deal with the Thunder Eagle's magical giant hand?

"die!"

Xiao Kun was too lazy to pay attention to these things, and the ferocious look in his eyes became stronger and stronger. If he remembered correctly, the Duke Burial Flower had a holy weapon in his hand, and his head had already been rewarded by Tianxing Pavilion, which was a sky-high reward.

"The god is in the sky, and my sword turns into the sky!"

The sword cocoon hidden deep in Lin Yun's eyebrows burst out with dazzling light, shining the silver moon mask.

clang! clang! clang! clang!

With this sword intent blessing, Lin Yun threw the jade flute in his hand towards the giant demon hand falling in the sky. The jade flute rose up on the wind, and the sound of the wind was poured into the flute blessed by the sword intent, like a king.

The sound of the flute blooms again.
To be continued...