In the chaotic battlefield, Lin Yun carried the funeral flowers and took the initiative to kill Zhao Wuji.

He was very strong, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and he let his murderous intent run rampant without any concealment.

"You want to kill me? Oh, you are asking for your own death."

Zhao Wuji had a sneer on his face, not panicking at all. There was more than just the Purple Yuan Realm Half-Saint next to him as a guard.

He is usually domineering and ruthless, overtly and covertly offending countless people.

People like him cherish life the most and will never put themselves in desperate danger at any time.

Lin Yun went on a rampage all the way, and many of the deacon disciples of Black Feather Palace died under his sword almost immediately after they met.

As a semi-saint, no one can block his sword.

In just a short time, Lin Yun's sword killed as many as twenty people, killing so many people that they were frightened, and no one dared to stand in the way.

After a while.

Lin Yun was less than a hundred meters away from Zhao Wuji. Behind him lay corpses and rivers of blood.

Zhao Wuji looked flamboyant and allowed Lin Yun's murderous intention to attack him without any fear.

Whoosh!

Before Lin Yun could take a step, four black figures sprang out, wearing black clothes and black faces, covered from head to tail.

These are Zhao Wuji's own dead warriors. They all have Qingyuan realm semi-saint cultivation. They are more terrifying than the elders of Black Feather Palace.

Because they are not afraid of death, as long as they give an order, they will not frown even when facing a strong person in the holy realm.

Four astrological scrolls bloomed behind them, a black ancient snake broke out of them, and they drew out their black daggers.

His whole body was burning with purple magic flames, like an emotionless killing machine, with an extremely cold look in his eyes.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Wuji's lips. He had high hopes for these four people. At the critical moment, these four people could self-destruct at any time.

This is an execution power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. One half-saint's self-destruction is enough to severely damage Ye Qingtian's body in an instant. If four half-saints self-destruct at the same time, no matter whether he is a prodigy of thousands of years, his whole body will be shattered and his bones will be broken, and he will die without a burial place.

In addition, these four people have their own unique killing moves. They are all ruthless people who fight for their lives. They are born to kill.

This is a chaotic battlefield.

The Sword Sect and the Black Feather Palace fought like crazy, and each of them ended up with the Tianyuan Half Saint. This was a very rare Half Saint showdown.

Within a thousand miles, the sky and the earth changed. All kinds of terrifying visions erupted one after another, and everyone in the distance was frightened.

Zhao Wuji remained calm, letting the strong wind blow his long hair, revealing his stern and solemn face, with an unruly and sharp edge between his eyebrows.

With the roar of the wind in his ears, the sound of killings from all directions, and the sudden attack of a powerful enemy not far away, Zhao Wuji sneered, as if provoking, and calmly took out a wine glass from his sleeve.

Immediately, a sword servant came forward, brought out fine wine and filled it for him.

"Fight with me! I'll kill you like a butchered dog!" Zhao Wuji drank it all in one gulp without concealing his voice, deliberately letting Lin Yun hear it.

He is not afraid at all, he is just crazy!

He has full confidence in the four semi-saints.

It has to be said that the four Semi-Saint Death Soldiers are indeed very strong, and Lin Yun noticed an unusual aura as soon as they faced them.

When the ancient seals bloomed in the eyes of the four people at the same time, a murderous aura rushed into the sky, and the terrifying evil aura instantly spread over them.

The sneer at the corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth became even colder.

Whoosh!

The figures on both sides intersected, and as soon as a flash of light flashed, four heads flew out at the same time.

With one sword, the sky rose and the earth descended, and a ray of light flashed.

That was the beginning of chaos, the beginning of reincarnation, the first light born between heaven and earth.

With one sword, he killed the four saints, heads were rolling, and Lin Yun's footsteps did not stop at all.

"It's the light of a moment!"

Gu Zijing and Jiang Yunting felt their scalps numb at the sight. They had long heard that Ye Qingtian in the Six Saints City was the half-saint killed with this sword.

Originally, several people were quite regretful that they did not see this sword at the Famous Sword Conference. Now that they saw it, they finally understood why Ye Qingtian did not use this sword.

He also knew that what he said at the beginning was true. If he didn't want to kill Feng Shaoyu, he would have easily defeated him.

"A moment of light."

Zhao Wuji's face instantly turned pale, and the hand holding the wine glass kept trembling in the wind.

The corners of his mouth twitched and his cheeks trembled slightly. Damn it, the rumors turned out to be true. There really was such a sword.

"Young Master, let's go first. I'll stop him." The face of the Ziyuan Realm Half-Saint next to him changed slightly, and he quickly tried to persuade him.

"I won't leave! Am I afraid of him? Tianyuan, kill this person for me, I want him to carry the sword on his back!" Zhao Wuji's face was gloomy and stubborn. He said the name of the Ziyuan Realm Half Saint, gritting his teeth.

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Semi-Saint Tianyuan had a look of helplessness on his face. He couldn't help but think too much at this moment. Lin Yun had already completely killed him.

Whoosh!

His body swayed slightly, faint ripples appeared in the void, and the rules of the Holy Path lingered around him.

Wisps of purple holy energy rose slowly, and he stood suspended in the air. Those rules of the holy way condensed into purple flowers. He was as carefree and vast as a saint.

He is also a Half-Saint in the Purple Yuan Realm. This person is infinitely better than Feng Shaoyu. His calm and unbreakable aura makes all the aura in the world gather on him.

"Bring the table and bring the wine! Today, this young master must see his head fall to the ground!"

Zhao Wuji roared angrily, and the three sword servants did not dare to say anything. They stepped forward and quickly brought out a table and a gorgeous chair.

Zhao Wuji leaned on the chair, while the three sword servants Tiger, Leopard, Dog and Dog were trembling, their legs and feet were trembling.

They couldn't imagine that Lin Yun, whom they had greeted before at the dojo, could be so terrifying.

Deep down, they didn't want to stay here at all, but if Zhao Wuji insisted on leaving, they wouldn't dare to run away first.

"Pour the wine!"

Zhao Wuji didn't care, the wine formed a straight line in front of him, and he filled the wine glass little by little. He stared straight at the Heavenly Ape Half-Saint who was confronting Lin Yun.

"Your Excellency is indeed a swordsman prodigy who is rare to see in five hundred years. It is really a pity to kill you. It's a pity that you still have to die. You are offended!"

The Heavenly Ape Half-Saint didn't waste any time, he drew out a holy sword, with the rules of the holy way lingering in it, he raised his hand and stabbed it out.

Bang!

When the sword thrust out, the air exploded like an avalanche. Wherever the sword light passed, anyone who stood in its way was invincible.

This sword is extremely skillful but not skillful. It uses force to overwhelm people. It has no tricks, but it is better than thousands of sword techniques in the Nirvana realm.

The Half-Saint Tianyuan is very smart. He didn't play any fancy tricks with Lin Yun. He was just ruthless!

"good!"

When Zhao Wuji saw this scene, he couldn't help laughing, and reached out to pick up the cup on the table.

Lin Yun activated the Burial Flower Double Star Yao, raised his sword to block the opponent's sword, and turned it slightly.

Whoosh!

The two bodies seemed to have shifted and changed places, and they passed each other. Lin Yun was knocked away directly, without even holding his sword.

Whoosh!

He turned around again and landed lightly on the table in front of Zao Wuji. He stretched out his hand to grab the wine glass that had just been filled in front of Zhao Wuji, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Wuji was stunned, dumbfounded on the spot, and thought he was dazzled.

"Young Master!"

The half-sage Tianyuan was shocked and pale, and then he realized that it was not that Ye Qingtian couldn't block this sword, he was using this golden cicada to escape from its shell and gain something else.

Knowing that he had been deceived, the Half-Saint Tianyuan was furious and wanted to rush over to help Zhao Wuji, but something happened just now.

Lin Yun's sword, which was knocked away, seemed to be held by someone. The two lights bloomed and displayed exquisite sword skills, directly dragging him down.

This is the funeral flower!

"Good wine, actually a thousand-year-old fire. I haven't drank this wine for many years."

Lin Yun played with the wine glass and looked at Zhao Wuji who was close at hand with a smile on his face.

run!

The three sword servants were so frightened that they turned around and wanted to run away without caring about the friendship between master and servant.

Lin Yun pointed his swords at the same time, and in the blink of an eye there were three swords, each sword hitting the center of the eyebrow.

Before the three sword servants could turn around, a hole appeared in their foreheads, and they fell to the ground in despair.

Zhao Wuji woke up with a start, sitting on the gorgeous chair as if on pins and needles, not daring to move at all.

Damn it!

His face was pale, and the five fingers holding the armrest were deeply imprinted on it.
To be continued...