Sword Dao Alchemy

"Boom!"

The bell and tripod trembled, as if they were angered by Lin Yun's words.

Violent shocks and fluctuations rolled like black clouds, intertwined with the magical scrolls, and suppressed Lin Yun.

"Haha~~~ This kid is jealous of others and talks nonsense. He will be punished!" Ren Zhen laughed.

"We, Hong Yancheng, will win for sure!" Yan Mu Lie laughed wildly and directed his arrogant gaze towards Yan Mu Fifteen without concealing it.

Yanmu Fifteen was unmoved and just looked at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun faced the powerful force that was rolling over him. He didn't panic at all and was as stable as a mountain.

Lin Yun remained unmoved, and Yan Mu Shishi felt calm in his heart. He was extremely confident in Lin Yun.

Seeing Lin Yun's appearance, the powerful men in Hongyan City did not have the same views as Yanmu Fifteen.

"Look! That kid is stupid and waiting to die."

"A chicken that was only a few days old dared to fight with an eagle. Now it's a tragedy."

"It would be better if he died. Because of him, we suffered such a heavy blow."

Just when they were making noise.

The bell and cauldron exploded again, but the shadow of an ancient book appeared.

The ancient book flipped through quickly and stopped at one page.

The poem above is exactly the same as the one Ren Zhen recited just now.

"Boom!"

The poems in the ancient books turned into violent thunder and lightning, striking out and sweeping away the black cloud scroll that was suppressing Lin Yun in an instant.

Then, the aftermath turned into a golden palm.

"Snapped!"

There was a clear and loud sound, and a blood-red handprint appeared on Ren Zhen's face.

Obviously, Ren Zhen undoubtedly plagiarized, allowing Zhongdingzhibao to find its original source.

Ren Zhen's face was ashen. He knew that his plagiarism was exposed and it would be difficult to win against Lin Yun.

However, if he loses this game, he will also lose everything he has.

If he fails, even if his life is not lost on the ring, it will be lost in Yan Mulie's hands.

If you want to survive, you can only win.

He gritted his teeth and started chanting crazily.

He knew that although Zhong Ding was magical, he still recognized what he was chanting.

As for finding the source of plagiarism, it will take some time.

He had to use this time difference to get rid of Lin Yun before Zhong Ding could react.

"The flowers are not blooming, but the flowers are blooming, and the fun of being independent is not endless..."

"... After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves. I can't help but calm my soul..."

These poems, accompanied by spiritual power, impacted the bell and tripod.

The bell and tripod presented a strange scene again.

I saw sad clouds and mist drifting, loneliness and silence permeating the air, shrouding Lin Yun.

Although this kind of power is not violent, it is sad and will make Lin Yun sink in sadness and eventually collapse.

Ren Zhen was still chanting desperately, and he wanted to pour out everything he had memorized.

"The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright,

The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again.

When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing to be here this night!

Entering my lovesickness door, you know my lovesickness is painful,

I miss you for a long time and remember each other for a long time, but I miss you for a short time and have endless memories.

If I had known that it would be so disturbing to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place? "

...

"The chilling cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to leave. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thoughts are gone, thousands of miles of smoke, the dusk is sinking, and the sky is vast. .

Passionate sentiments have been hurt by separation since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell them to? "

.......

Ren Zhen recited extremely fast, but in just a moment, he had already engraved nearly a hundred ancient classics on the bell and tripod.

The dazzling lights on the bell and tripod flicker, constantly transforming many scenes according to the artistic conception of the poem.

All the scenes are intertwined, creating a miserable and miserable world.

Living in such a world is more painful than hell.

Yan Mulie and everyone in Hongyan City had hope again in their eyes. They were looking forward to Lin Yun's collapse soon, so that everyone's heart was in agony, and their excited faces were a little twisted, like a devil.

Only those who understand know that this is just Ren Zhen's death struggle.

Because they were all looking at Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was still smiling lightly at this time.

In that kind of environment, he can still have such a faint smile, which shows that his heart is not something that this kind of power can corrode.

Lin Yun is confident.

Of course, you still have to rely on yourself at this time.

He knew that it was too late for Ping Zhong Ding to react and resolve the situation, and he had to save himself.

"The cold light of the autumn water hides the sun and the moon in the universe. One shot down the Milky Way, the starry sky is dark and silent. As the mind wanders between the heaven and the earth, the changes are not easy to predict. The years urge people to walk, just because the heart is restless!"

"The sword reaches the point where the mind is at a loss, which is when the situation is desperate. Suddenly, I have an idea, and the conversation and laughter are extinguished. There is still love in ruthlessness, and love and hate hate love even more. You and I know the place where we return after a sad farewell."

Lin Yun blurted out, his voice loud and clear, like thunder from the sky, and his consciousness was like a golden dragon parading, carving on the bell and tripod.

"Crack!"

Just when Lin Yun finished carving, lightning suddenly appeared on the bell and tripod, and a gap opened.

From the crack, a swordsman in white floated out, holding a sky-shattering giant sword, and struck with a sword.

The sky was filled with thunder and light, and all the breaths that made people despair and die were instantly annihilated.

Ren Zhen spit out blood and fell over, his life or death unknown.

The victory and defeat were decided in an instant!

Outside the tree, some people were also excited.

They were not excited about the victory of Saint White City, but because of Lin Yun's victory.

Because what Lin Yun chanted and engraved was too much to their liking.

That was an attitude towards cultivation and treating lovers.

It was magnificent and grand, and there was no loss of tenderness in the twists and turns.

This is the true nature of men.

"Brother Yan Muyun! You are a real genius."

.......

The excited people were shouting loudly, and the battle on the ring was over.

Yan Mulie looked at Lin Yun and Yan Shiwu, and his desperate eyes revealed cruelty.

"You wait, I will come back."

But after he said this, he was sent back to his original position by the blood-red tree.

However, his tragedy really began.

He returned to his position, but he had not sat firmly.

But someone else directly challenged his current position of 25.

And the person who challenged him made him even more miserable.

It was Yan Muyang, who had helped him before and then became a bad teammate.

Yan Muyang had a clear vision and made full preparations.

So, he easily defeated Hongyan City and killed all the powerful figures in Hongyan City.

With this beginning, there is no end.

Afterwards, Yan Mulie accepted one baptism after another.

In the end, he could only fall to the bottom, and only a few of the nearly 100 strong men around him were left.

From heaven to hell, it's just like this.

If you jump too hard, you will rush through the door of heaven, and then fall down, it will be the deepest hell.

That's the truth.

It's a good thing to have ideals, but if they exceed reality, it will be a nightmare.

Yan Mulie is the best example.

On the other hand, after careful analysis, Lin Yun and his team have higher goals.

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