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Chapter 1230 Really Bad(1/2)

Chapter 1,230

Jiuli illusion, the first level!

Lin Yun appeared again, in the wilderness of black and white, and soon the drums sounded again.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

"Here you come."

Lin Yun said in his heart, and with the sound of drums, the shouts of killing on the battlefield were deafening. This was a fierce battle of hundreds of thousands of people. When so many soldiers were there, each of them had hundreds or even thousands of lives.

, Everyone's blood is as fierce as fire, everyone's body is filled with thick blood evil, and everyone's eyes are filled with the coldest murderous intent.

When their shouts of killing gathered together, even the world was shaken and trembled.

Converging in the unimaginable murderous intent ocean, Lin Yun's sword force could not be successfully condensed, and even Xingyuan could not be activated normally.

The peak combat power cannot be used even 100%.

Even though he had experienced this situation once again, Lin Yun still felt frightened.

Live first!

However, he had experience this time and could not tolerate any distractions on this battlefield.

You can't have any other thoughts. You have to forget the sword intent, forget that it is an illusion, or even forget your identity. Everything can be forgotten except to live.

kill!

Lin Yun was wearing white clothes and his eyes were glowing red, fighting with the black army.

Except for his comrade-in-arms who were also wearing white robes, in his eyes everything was a killer, and he would never stop after occasionally saving people.

This time he persisted for a long time, and not long after his white robe was stained with blood.

It can be clearly felt that the longer you live, the more difficult it will be to deal with the enemies you face.

Even if you are exhausted, there is no sign of relaxation, as if this killing has never stopped.

The drums of war are endless, and the killings are endless.

The fatigue was not only physical weakness, but also mental paralysis. Lin Yun walked forward and killed more and more. Looking around, there were endless corpses everywhere, and blood was flowing on the ground, making the ground seem as if it had been gone.

It's like a heavy rain.

Handsome flag!

Suddenly, Lin Yun's eyes lit up. He saw the Black Army's general under the Black Army's general. Under the Black Armored Flag, there was a black armored general, covered in black armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and holding a spear in both hands.

He rode on the back of the fierce monster, looked down on Lin Yun with his eyes swept.

Buzz!

Lin Yun couldn't move at once, and felt that the endless killing had enveloped himself, and his hands and feet were cold.

The cold gaze falling from the helmet contained an extremely terrifying killing intention, and instantly penetrated through Lin Yun's pores.

He is eyeing me!

Puchi!

Just as he was thinking, a black shadow rushed over, and blood light came out of Lin Yun's neck. His vision gradually blurred. Before his vision completely disappeared, he could vaguely see a cold face with a cross-shaped scar on his cheek.

, hideous and terrifying, cold and ruthless.

It's him again!

The drums rumbling, and Lin Yun seemed to wake up from a dream. He sat on the altar and vomited blood.

The flames in the altar behind him had already been extinguished. Lin Yun swallowed a pill casually, wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, stood up from the altar, and paced casually.

He did not notice that the moment he stood up, there was a boundless intention of killing.

As we walked, blood filled our eyes and the sharpness was cold and fierce.

Lin Yun's face did not have much turbulence, and he calmly analyzed: "If you want to break through the first level of illusion, you have to defeat the black armored general... There is also the sound of drums, both sound waves and rhythm, and the sound of flutes.

Don't, the roads flow together."

Another failure did not make Lin Yun fall into mania, nor did he rush to enter the illusion again.

The first level of illusion is so heavy that the next few layers are unimaginable. In other words, this kind of killing energy is equivalent to fire, and the sword intent is equivalent to steel, like forging weapons.

Continuous tempering.

The old man is right, not only the sword intent, but my own willpower, but also the physical body can be tempered.

If I had the ninth level of illusion, I could use my complete sword intent. In the future, my sword intent would not collapse, right?

Thinking of this, the light in Lin Yun's eyes became brighter and brighter. He looked around and said softly: "It's indeed a good place."

Now the Star God Pill is enough, so it would be better to go into seclusion here.

boom!

The flames in the altar burned again, and with the sound of drums, Lin Yun entered the illusion again.

kill!

The deafening roar resounded throughout the world, forest

Yun was wearing a white shirt and holding a long sword. His expression was not fluctuating at all. His blood and killing intentions were perfectly integrated into the vast white army's endless murderous intent.

He is not only a drop of sea water in the vast ocean, but also an independent individual, and this feeling is quite mysterious.

Bloody killing, unfolding ruthlessly.

When Lin Yun saw the black army flag, the black armored general riding on the monster's body once again fell on him.

Buzz!

The majestic murderous intent is like a mountain falling down.

Lin Yun was not afraid at all and looked at the gaze. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand without warning.

A sword was directly grabbed by his palm, and blood slashed through his palm. It hurt, heart-wrenching pain, but Lin Yun's expression was not at all turbulent, and he looked to the side with an expressionless face.

It was the cross-scar man again, and his eyes were shocked. Obviously, he didn't expect that Lin Yun directly held his sword.

Puchi!

But he didn't have any time to think. Almost the moment he grabbed the sword, Lin Yun swung the sword light in his right hand.

The scar man's head flew out directly with the splatter of blood.

"How could I make the same mistake again?" Lin Yun said lightly without expression.

The fight continued, and Lin Yun quickly lost himself. This fierce battle soon came from dawn to dark.

Bai|jun was defeated!

Looking around, there was no combat power of the comrades in this vast battlefield. Among the endless corpses, Lin Yun was left, standing alone in a blood-stained white robe.

Thousands of meters away from him, the army gathered, and the soldiers in black were staring at him fiercely.

The black-armored general rode on the monster and took the lead, watching condescendingly.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Tens of thousands of people roared in unison across the street, their eyes shining with blood. They were like evil ghosts in hell, no, they were even more terrifying than evil ghosts.

If there is really a ghost here, the roar of the killing aura will be scattered by the soul that will be destroyed by the storm of this murderous aura.

This is a group of tiger and wolf troops that even ghosts are afraid of!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The war drums sounded at the right time, making the impact of the shouts of killing even more terrifying.

The fierce killing aura almost condensed into reality, rolling in, surging and surging.

Old guy, what he said will kill people, is this the case now?

If you lose the protection of the army, face thousands of troops alone. If you cannot successfully gather the sword force, your soul will be killed in one encounter.

By then, you may really not wake up.

When Lin Yun thought of this, his right hand holding the sword became tighter.

It’s really not going well if the burial of the flowers is not there.

"But you are a partner who has fought together. I will give you half of my life!"

Lin Yun glanced at the sword body in his hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth. After this smile, his eyes slowly closed.

"kill!"

The black-armored general rode on the monster, holding a spear in his hand, and pointed his hand violently.

Rumble!
To be continued...
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