The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 731: Tian Tomb 7 Chapter

In the middle of the cracked moon, Lin Yun dressed in white, sharp as a sword, and with a flash, he fell heavily on the ring.

Chen Ziyu and Chu Muyan's face changed slightly, and under these sharp edges, they involuntarily stepped back.

Their expressions are a little unnatural, which is somewhat different from the script they imagined.

Lin Yun should have been hit hard, and his white clothes were stained with blood. But right now, there was a little bit embarrassed about the sharpness, but the sharpness was wanton, and the sharp eyes could pierce the void.

"Not good..."

The elders of the Chen family couldn't help exclaiming.

"Don't panic, this kid is definitely the end of the crossbow, waiting to see Master Ziyu's means."

Chen Wangye's eyes flickered, and he said softly.

According to his understanding, the purple moon in Ziyue Dongtian is quite weird. There should be a lot of moonlight remaining in Lin Yun's body, which is by no means as relaxed as it seems on the surface.

In fact, it was exactly what he said, but Lin Yun didn't care at all, his heart was pounding wildly.

The Canglong seal gleams, and its heartbeat is strong and terrifying, and the majestic blood is constantly gushing out like spring water. No matter how the weird purple moon flower swallowed, it couldn't keep up with the speed of the new blood.

After listening to Chen Wangye's words, everyone in the Chen family settled down a bit. After all, Chen Ziyu was also gifted at the perfect Yin and Yang realm, and he also mastered the will of the Ice Martial Dao.

"Why do you step back so far, don't you mean killing me like slaughtering a dog? Come and shoot me to death!"

Lin Yun's eyes swept away and fell on Chen Ziyu's body, provocative.

"Afraid you will not succeed?"

Chen Ziyu sneered, the ice will suddenly violently, and a terrifying coercion suddenly became thick and thick.

The chill, just for an instant, covered the promised arena with icy frost. If he is an ordinary leader, he will be frozen into a popsicle just standing on the frost, but Lin Yun's sword intent is already at its peak and he is not afraid.

Chang! Cang! Cang!

There are countless chills that want to penetrate Lin Yun's body like silk, but their sword intent surrounds them, and the fierce sword intent cuts through all this ruthlessness.

"Dead!"

Chen Ziyu frowned slightly, and didn't want to bear it anymore, his whole body was shaking with a palm and patted it.

Boom!

The palm of the hand came out, the sky was overcast and the wind roared, and there was a stern ghost roar in the wind. The cold wind is piercing, the chill hits the heart, and the cold sound enters the soul. His palm seems ordinary, but in fact the methods are extremely clever, and if you look at it, you will immediately die.

Boom!

When he was about to kill Lin Yun, a ray of sword light lit up, and the burial flower was as fast as lightning, piercing precisely in his palm.

The sharp point of the sword and the sharp sword intent carry the sword strength of the purple kite like the ocean. With a sword, he pierced his palm, and blood overflowed. He yelled in pain and was stunned.

"Three strokes to defeat me? You can't even catch me with a single sword!"

Blood dripped from the funeral flower, and Lin Yun looked at the other party, indifferently and mockingly.

Chen Ziyu's right hand fell softly, and his face turned red and hot and painful. He was furious and hateful. After a few days, how could the strength of this sword slave become so terrifying.

"Kill me like a dog? I kill you like a grass!"

Lin Yun didn't give him room to think at all. He urged the eleventh layer of Ziyuan Sword Art to the extreme, and then killed him when he lifted the sword.

Ba Jian, the morning sun breaks!

Suddenly bright light rose from Lin Yun's body, and an unrivaled sword force rose into the sky. He slashed out with a single sword, and the burial flower in his hand cleaved a fiery red sunrise.

Boom!

What an amazing sword this is, the vast sword power has evolved into a terrifying fireball, which is a round of fiery red sunrise. The sword-inspired Chenhui rendered the sky a bright red. It was a magnificent morning glow, and it was also the blood that never extinguished in the heart of the young man.

"No, no, no!"

The elders of the Chen family who were waiting for Chen Ziyu to show off his power were completely dumbfounded. They could tell at a glance that Chen Ziyu could never stop this sword.

Even if they face this sword, they can't stop it, let alone Chen Ziyu, who was abolished by Lin Yun.

With a desperate roar, the morning sun was smashed down by the funeral flowers, Chen Ziyu's complexion changed drastically, and various methods kept offering.

Boom!

It was useless. When the sun fell, Chen Ziyu was smashed into mashed meat in just a short time, and it was blown into countless pieces of meat.

It's like a Xuanyin clock hitting the blood dragon horse, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

One sword, one sword killed Chen Ziyu, all directions were silent, Wan Lai was silent.

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at this scene incredible. The swordsman in white clothes was a bit too scary.

"Can you leave?"

In such silence, Lin Yun, whose back turned to Chu Muyan, spoke suddenly.

That Chu Muyan was quite cunning. He immediately stepped aside when he saw Lin Yun attack Chen Ziyu. When I saw Lin Yun Jichu still breaking dawn, I instantly understood that Chen Ziyu was dead, and the gods would not be able to save him.

He didn't even think of revenge on the other party, so he jumped off and jumped out of the ring.

In order to save my life, I didn't even bother to ask for the opportunity to join Ziyue Dongtian.

But who knows that Lin Yun discovered it just after landing.

Lin Yun on the ring, with his back facing him, slowly turned around, looked at him coldly, and said solemnly: "The bones of the blood dragon horse, you stepped on to ashes piece by piece, it was you who thwarted his bones and turned him into ashes. Of?"

The gaze, accompanied by the killing intent, was fierce, almost piercing the void.

Chu Muyan's heart tightened, a little helpless, wishing to draw her own big ears. This was what he was bragging about. No one cares about the bones of the blood dragon horse, but Lin Yun is taking it seriously right now.

But in an instant, a smile appeared on Chu Muyan's face. He jumped off the ring and was afraid of what he would do? Immediately shouted: "Where is the strong Xiaoyunzong?"

"Here!"

For a while, many elders and disciples of Xiaoyun Sect responded loudly at the same time.

"Everyone listened to the order, took revenge for Junior Brother Ouyang and killed this sword slave."

The response that I heard~IndoMTL.com~Chu Muyan was determined in his heart. He first gave an order and then looked at Lin Yun with a sneer and said, "How about the animal that was frustrated by me and made ashes?" This sword slave can slap me to death with one palm!"

The power of Qiongqi!

In the mysterious space of Lin Yun's Purple Mansion, Primordial Fierce Soul uttered a roar, and the power of the sky in his body instantly burned.

The power of Qiongqi turned into flames, burning all sixteen ferocious dragon patterns, his muscles squirmed, and the mighty power of a river surged throughout his body.

Boom!

Endless blood raged in Lin Yun, Lin Yun stepped on the broken ring, fell from the sky, and slapped it with a palm.

So fast!

With all his strength, Lin Yun, who stepped on the broken ring, was almost unable to catch it with the naked eye.

When he appeared again, he was already on top of Chu Muyan's head, his body was full of flames, radiant like a pillar, and ancient fierce might be blessed on Lin Yun like an abyss.

Puff!

Chu Muyan couldn't even raise his head, and this palm fell on the top of his head fiercely. From head to toe, bones and flesh would explode every inch. With everyone's horrified eyes, Chu Muyan's body kept shrinking like a spring.

When the palm was completely slapped on the ground, blood splashed, bones and ashes turned, and there was no such person in the world.

"Who said I can't kill you with one palm?"

Lin Yun spoke slowly, and the flames on his body gradually extinguished, but the sharpness lingered. His handsome face is pale as a demon at the moment, with black hair all over his head, dancing like a waterfall. His eyes are as black as ink and as deep as an abyss, and there is a strange purple mark on the center of his eyebrows, which is more and more eye-catching.

Is that the sign of a sword slave?

I'm afraid that no one would dare to say this sentence again. It was written by a fairy, thousands of miles away. Lingxi pointed, Jing Xiufanghua, condensed a little, and fell between the eyebrows.

He is Lin Yun, the Great Qin Lingxiao sword pavilion, and the funeral of the **** Lin Yun!