Sword Dao Alchemy

"Lin Yun! You are one of the most powerful people in District 13..."

Can Feng, who is at the 7th level of Wuxuan Realm, actually gave a thumbs up.

The scars on his face trembled as he spoke, adding a bit of ferocity.

"But if you meet us, Fengyue Shuangsha, you're done..."

And the 6th level Xueyue was even more direct, with a chilling bloodshot in his eyes.

Lin Yun looked at them coldly, with a hint of disdain on his lips.

These two bastards were definitely not innocent when they were caught here.

Sure enough, without waiting for Lin Yun to speak again, they continued to show off.

"In the hundred years before we entered Xuanyu Peak, we killed people almost every day. On the most day, we killed nearly a thousand people. Haha~~~ That was a whole family. No matter old or young, we killed them all..."

"Besides killing people, our biggest hobby is women... Hehe... After playing enough... Then..."

"That's really boundless happiness..."

"What a pity! Our beautiful life was ruined by the trash of Donghuang Palace, making us live a life worse than death here..."

"So, Lin Yun... Use your blood to pay for the happiness we lost..."

They showed off, and the whole person became painful and irritable.

Everything in the past is gone...

They focused all their hatred on Lin Yun...

"Swish~~~"

Canfeng tore his clothes and pulled out a sharp knife from the inside of his thigh.

He had hidden this knife for hundreds of years.

Even when Zhongli Bai took away his position as the boss, he didn't take it out.

But he took it out today.

Blood beads were flowing on the tip of the knife.

Blood was dripping down his thigh.

The tongue licked the blade, and then spit out saliva, a bloody rain sprinkled on the face.

Swimming in the scar, like a blood snake...

The cruel prisoners were terrified.

Compared with Canfeng, their cruelty was simply a child's play.

"Swish!"

The sound of breaking wind sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

A short sword made of arm bones appeared in front of the prisoners.

Pale and cold.

Sharper and tougher than those made of fine steel and black iron.

Xueyue held the bone sword.

The bone sword was connected to his elbow.

He sharpened this bone sword with his own arm.

"No wonder he never wanted to show this hand of his..."

"So..."

The prisoners understood instantly.

It takes a lot of determination to destroy one of his arms and sharpen it into a powerful weapon.

How much pain must be endured?

We are not as good as him.

The prisoners felt inferior.

Compared with Canfeng Xueyue, their cruelty only stays on the surface.

It can even be said that their crimes are pale and powerless.

"This sword... I started sharpening it on the first day I entered here..."

"I sharpened it for three hundred years..."

Xueyue held up his bone sword, as if he was holding a peerless treasure.

His face twitched, twitching because of his three hundred years of pain...

Using his own flesh and blood to sharpen a sword, every sharpening is a pain that touches the soul.

"I am just for revenge!"

He roared, as shrill as a ghost.

"Lin Yun! I will use my bones to pierce your heart..."

...

"Tsk! Look at you pitiful." Lin Yun sneered.

Looking at the two fierce guys, he said calmly: "If you want revenge, take practical action."

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you think you can scare me to death with your voice?"

"Come on!"

"You gave up your own body to make a murderous weapon."

"I can't help but appreciate this!"

"I don't use a sword... I also use my hands."

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, which was clean and tidy, not like a murderous hand.

It formed a sharp contrast with the cruelty on the opposite side.

Facing Lin Yun's contemptuous and disdainful look.

The Fengyue Twins were completely enraged.

"Lin Yun... You will pay the price for this..."

They roared and moved.

As their footsteps staggered, hundreds of human figures appeared, surrounding Lin Yun in the middle.

The shadows of the two people alternated and staggered, without a trace of disorder, but cooperated perfectly.

The sharp knife in the human figure was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

The bone sword was murderous.

It enveloped Lin Yun's whole body...

This momentum shocked the prisoners.

If it were any of them, they would be torn into pieces with one blow.

"What kind of tricks are all illusions in front of absolute power!"

Lin Yun sneered and punched out with both fists.

Water-breaking Fist.

A strong fist wind shook out.

More than a hundred figures rushing towards him melted and dissipated like ice in an instant.

Only the crazy Canfeng Xueyue was left, and the space for movement was restricted by Lin Yun's exciting fist wind, and he was a little stretched.

"Hoo hoo hoo~~~"

Lin Yun's fists hit like meteors, shuttling around Canfeng Xueyue.

At this time, it didn't look like Canfeng Xueyue and the other two were besieging him.

Instead, it seemed that Lin Yun was besieging Canfeng Xueyue.

Lin Yun's fists were more powerful than one, making Canfeng Xueyue feel the endless pressure rolling in.

However, their sharp knife bone swords were getting slower and slower, and their momentum gradually weakened, and they could not cause any harm to Lin Yun at all.

As one grew stronger, the other grew weaker, and the pressure in their hearts turned into fear.

After fighting for two quarters of an hour, they were already broken-down.

They could no longer hold on.

"Ah! Senior Brother Lin! We admit defeat..."

"We were wrong..."

They shouted, wanting to give up the fight.

Because they felt Lin Yun's increasingly strong killing intent.

Perhaps, in the next moment, they would die under Lin Yun's fist.

"Heh! Don't you want revenge?"

"Don't you want to wash away the pain you've endured for hundreds of years?"

Lin Yun sneered, his voice extremely cold.

Canfeng Xueyue felt despair from Lin Yun's voice.

Lin Yun would not let them admit defeat.

"You are unkind!"

"We are unrighteous..."

They roared.

"With you, are you worthy of talking about benevolence and righteousness!" Lin Yun shouted.

"Fenghua Xueyue!"

Canfeng Xueyue roared, and the two suddenly hugged each other, blood mist splattering on their bodies, like the devil of hell.

The sprayed blood mist turned into a blood-colored storm in the void between the two.

In the storm, the sharp knife slipped out of his hand, and the bone sword broke from Blood Moon's elbow, intertwining and spinning, turning into a terrifying blood moon, containing terrifying power.

This is an ancient evil martial art, which they have never used since they got it.

But today, they have to take it out.

If they hide it any longer, they will die.

The sharp knife and bone sword, like a bloody crescent, flew in front of Lin Yun in an instant.

"It seems very powerful!"

Lin Yun sneered.

His fingers came out like swords, and hit the sides of the sharp knife and bone sword in an extremely strange way.

"Cut the gold sword!"

"Crack!"

The sharp knife and bone sword broke.

The direction was also slightly changed, and the two pieces in front passed by Lin Yun's body on both sides and inserted into the stone wall behind.

The two pieces in the back fell obliquely.

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