Chapter 301

"Sister, what Brother Zhong is doing seems to be Dragon Tiger Fist... Is he related to Lin Yun?"

Lin Yan looked at Lin Yun's soaring momentum, a daze flashed in his eyes, and he was a little confused.

Lin Qiushan smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Zhong, looking at the outer sect, besides Lin Yun, who else can master the Dragon Tiger Fist and Qixuan Steps at the same time? Zhong Yunxiao is Lin Yun, and Lin Yun is Zhong Yunxiao!"

He is Lin Yun...

Lin Yan couldn't help but feel a flash of surprise in his eyes. It turned out that the person he admired had spent such a long time with her.

Thinking of the sarcasm and ridicule he had made to Lin Yun along the way, his expression couldn't help but become complicated.

What can we do? Brother Zhong turns out to be Lin Yun...

Compared to Lin Yan's confusion, the only word that can describe the mood of outsiders is shock.

Buried in Sword Peak, the Gentlemen's Alliance sent people everywhere to search for Lin Yun's whereabouts. They even promised a large sum of money and issued a wanted order. As long as Lin Yun dared to appear in the top ten of the list, they would join forces to kill him.

I thought he would keep a low profile and definitely wouldn't show up in the first round.

But who would have known that by putting on a mask, he could deceive everyone and even steal the top spot of Sword Emperor Grass.

What's even more surprising is that from beginning to end, he has never used martial arts. How confident is this?

He wields the Dragon Tiger Fist, which is so powerful that the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is powerful. If he shows any signs of weakness, his identity must not be revealed immediately.

Right now, this is a living example.

"It's incredible...Zhong Yunxiao is actually Lin Yun."

"I have never seen such a bold person, risking the top ten people to join forces and strangle him, and still snatch the Sword Emperor Grass."

"No wonder he was so arrogant before. If it was Lin Yun, everything would make sense. The big thief Blood Peak was killed by him, so how could he care about these inner disciples..."

"Now that some people have seen it, Lin Yun needs to take it seriously."

There is no doubt that the next battle will be extremely exciting. Everyone wants to know how strong Lin Yun will be after he has no scruples.

The alliance battle became full of variables in an instant.

On the battlefield, as Lin Yun walked step by step, his momentum increased rapidly, reaching an incredible level.

Mu Ling's expression finally changed. Faced with Lin Yun's pressure, he actually felt great pressure.

"It doesn't matter if you pretend to be a god or not, but you don't use martial arts. Even if you use martial arts, I, Mu Leng, will still make you kneel down, Thunder Fist!"

Unable to wait any longer, Mu Ling shouted coldly, and with a flash of his body, he rushed to Lin Yun.

His fists roared like thunder and lightning, and he roared loudly before blasting towards Lin Yun again.

Before, he had relied on his profound cultivation acquired through spirit-level skills and a pair of thunder and lightning iron fists to catch Lin Yun off guard.

Now he has to repeat his old tricks again. As his fists are waving, the gloomy sky seems to become even more oppressive.

Still coming?

I still wanted to do the same trick in front of him, but I actually wanted to do it again in front of him.

Lin Yun couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth, but he relied on a sneak attack to catch him off guard. He really thought that his boxing skills were not as good as his.

Forget it, let me show you what real boxing is.

Seeing the murderous Mu Leng, Lin Yun remained calm and put his hands between the Sumeru to form a diamond seal that was as bright as the sun.

A violent aura spurted out in an instant, and he pushed forward with both hands.

boom!

Lin Yun's body, with energy and blood like the sea, was like a roaring volcano, erupting with magma that changed the color of the world.

Bang bang bang!

Taking advantage of the remaining power of the Vajra Seal, Lin Yun clenched his fists tightly, and his blood and energy surged all over his body. He met Muling's thunder fist, which hit his flesh, and they fought hard with every move. The two of them hit each other fast, and each punch was fierce.

There was a loud noise, and the ground was shaking violently.

But with each punch, Muleng took a step back, and a muffled sound came from his body.

But after ten punches, the rage in Mu Ling's eyes turned into fear, and his face turned pale. He felt that the Lin Yun he was facing was like an ancient beast, filled with endless and endless power.

The most terrible thing is that every punch of the opponent contains extremely fierce sword power. The unparalleled sword power is violently plundering inside his body.

"I don't believe it, I can't suppress you!"

Mu Leng looked like he was crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and all his true energy was being circulated to the extreme by him.

Under such madness, even the powerful Thunder Fist seemed to become much stronger again in a short moment.

Compared to Mul Ling's madness, Lin Yun was extremely calm. A set of Dragon and Tiger Fist was in his hands again, and he stood up with flying clouds and flowing water. He was flying freely, doing whatever he wanted, leaving no trace. With the eighth-level Purple Kite Sword Technique, his sword intent was as wild as a dragon's and a tiger's.

, easily suppressing the opponent.

The power of the fist is like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, showing dominance and arrogance. If it turns into a dragon, it will soar into the sky, and its sword will soar into the sky; if it turns into a tiger, it will shake the mountains and rivers!

Phew!

After ten more punches, Mu Ling could no longer hold back his suppressed injuries. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole body floated out like a kite with its string broken.

"Impossible! How can your true energy be stronger than mine..."

Muling fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood as he spoke.

There is a huge difference between the spiritual level skills and the mysterious level skills. They are completely different. However, Lin Yun's true energy is thick and dignified, and its power is fully revealed after he performs martial arts.

Lin Yun was disdainful, saying that the Ziyuan Sword Technique is not as good as your spiritual level skills, it is really a joke.

Unless you can cultivate the spiritual level skills to the state of Great Perfection, or your cultivation level is one level higher than that of Lin Yun, then you can barely compete with his eighth level Purple Kite Sword Technique.

Otherwise, it would not be enough to watch in front of the eighth-level Purple Kite Sword Art.

"Senior Brother Mu!"

His three companions were dumbfounded on the spot, and before they had time to react, Mu Ling was defeated.

"Deploy the formation, quickly set up the formation, don't fight him forcefully, only the three unique sword formations can kill him!"

A cold light flashed in Mu Ling's eyes, and he said anxiously.

"kill!"

The three of them looked at each other, their sword intent concentrated, and the long sword was unsheathed again. The clear sound of the sword echoed in the air again, and accompanied by the sound of running water hitting rocks, the Three Ultimate Sword Formation launched a continuous offensive, which was dazzling.

dizzy.

pity……

This time, Lin Yun had no intention of using this to achieve enlightenment. If these three people could practice the sword formation to perfection, he would have some scruples.

As for now?

There are only flaws, yet you dare to embarrass yourself in front of him and want to defeat him. It is undoubtedly a fantasy.

"Aren't you going to draw your sword yet? Lin Yun, I think you are impatient!"

Seeing that Lin Yun had not drawn his sword, and Mul Ling was lying on his back struggling to get up, a sinister look flashed in his eyes. He didn't know the height of the world, and he would eventually pay the price for his arrogance.

"Are you really not going to draw your sword?"

Lin Qiushan and others couldn't help but have doubts in their eyes, but they knew that Lin Yun relied on his powerful sword to cut down fallen leaves and Liuyun, and became famous in one battle.

If he used his overbearing sword, he would definitely be able to compete with the Three Ultimate Sword Formation.

Lin Yun's expression was calm. There was no trace of excitement or nervousness in the handsome face under the mask, and there was no fluctuation deep in his heart.

When he decided to use martial arts and got serious, the battle was actually over.

In one thought, the winner has already been decided.

Facing this Three Ultimate Sword Formation with many flaws, there is no need to draw the sword, one punch is enough.

Lin Yun shouted softly in his heart, and slowly raised his right hand. Sword intent, true energy, and the power of the dragon and elephant all over his body were mixed with each other, chaotic and hazy, condensing into a thick aura like ink, which filled his whole body. Looking from a distance

, it was like a magic mist shrouded him, mysterious and unpredictable, with overwhelming power.

"This is?"

Everyone was puzzled as to which play Lin Yun was singing.

The finishing touch!

Just when the Three Ultimate Sword Formation was suppressing it, Lin Yun punched out. The chaotic and hazy demonic energy, like ink, cleared the clouds and saw the fog, and suddenly it became clear. A picture scroll unfolded leisurely, and there was a real dragon flying, and then

The fist glowed and surged out wildly.

Boom!

The seemingly endless sword energy of the Three Ultimate Sword Formation fell apart on the spot. Under the power of this punch, the vast sword power was gone.

When the punches passed, the three of them were in ragged clothes and covered in scars. They all fell to their knees.

Blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and he looked at Lin Yun with a look full of horror. This punch was completely incomprehensible. The light of the fist was like the autumn wind, and the three men were

The three unique sword techniques that people are so proud of are swept away like fallen leaves.
To be continued...