Sword Dao Alchemy

"Get lost! Trash like you is not worthy of kneeling in front of me!"

Lin Yun swung his hand, and Ding Jian fell backwards, smashing several pieces of bluestone on the ground.

"Sikong Jian! Come down and fight me if you dare. Sending a useless thing here will only bring shame."

Lin Yun smiled provocatively at Sikong Jian, without a trace of fear.

If Sikong Jian was stronger than Lin Yun in Haihuang City, Lin Yun didn't think he was still that strong now.

Or, Lin Yun himself was not as weak as before.

Sikong Jian saw that Lin Yun directly provoked him, and he had some confidence, but suddenly he lost it.

He knew that Lin Yun would not take the initiative to provoke him without being sure.

If he didn't win, he would lose face here.

Suddenly, his face turned serious, and he looked at Luo Chaojun and sneered: "Are these useless things the only ones in your outer sect? You really embarrassed me. How can I lead you in the inner sect in the future?"

Luo Chaojun was shocked, knowing that if he didn't take action, he would probably disappoint Sikong Jian.

In addition, although the outer disciples around him shut up their mouths under his stern gaze, the contempt in their eyes could not be hidden.

If he didn't take action again, his prestige among the outer disciples would be ruined.

"I am the number one outer disciple, a master of the third level of the Feitian Realm!"

Luo Chaojun secretly encouraged himself, "He is just a supernormal realm. As long as I am careful, I will definitely not lose to him, and it is more likely that I will show my face in front of Brother Sikong."

Thinking of this, Luo Chaojun felt that his confidence was back and he returned to his former arrogance.

"Lin Yun! Since you are an outer sect disciple, you must abide by the outer sect rules. Since you are so disrespectful to your sect brothers, I can only teach you a lesson."

"Let me tell you how you should behave in the Tianjian Sect!"

As soon as Luo Chaojun finished speaking, he had already revealed his sword. With a flash of sword light, a dazzling streak of light shot towards Lin Yun.

"It's normal!"

Lin Yun smiled indifferently, took out a sword at random, and slashed with a wave of his hand, and the sharp sword light was shattered.

Swish swish swish~~~

But Luo Chaojun's figure followed the sword light, and dozens of sword lights rushed over in succession, each one more powerful than the last.

Squeak squeak squeak~~~

Lin Yun had expected it long ago. The sword in his hand was faster than Luo Chaojun's, and he shattered the incoming sword lights one by one, but he returned another blow.

Luo Chaojun was pressed hard in front, and felt that Lin Yun would not have a chance to counterattack.

At this time, he was very passive in an instant by Lin Yun's counterattack, and his body swept backwards.

Swish!

However, Lin Yun still split his hair apart, and a small bloody wound was opened, and blood was dripping on his face.

The outer disciples watching were dazzled. Luo Chaojun seemed to have the upper hand before, but he suffered a loss in the blink of an eye.

In their eyes, Luo Chaojun, who was once invincible, was defeated in this way.

"Good swordsmanship!" Someone behind praised loudly.

Luo Chaojun's face turned red, and the fierceness in his heart rose, and his eyes showed a cold murderous intent.

"Blood-eating Soul-chasing Sword!"

Luo Chaojun's aura rose again, and the black gold sword energy gathered towards him, forming a black gold halo around him.

He used martial arts.

"Brother Luo's Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Sword is a top-grade martial art of the Earth Level, and I heard that Brother Luo has reached the level of Great Perfection. With one strike of the sword, he can chase souls and kill people!"

"Lin Yun seems to be in danger. This sword will not come back until blood is seen."

"It can't be said that he lost his life for this!"

"Yes! Brother Luo killed him, but he was only imprisoned by the sect for half a year."

"But his own life is gone. It seems that he was too arrogant and brought disaster upon himself this time!"

While people were discussing, the sword energy around Luo Chaojun's body had turned into a whistling hurricane, rolling violently.

"Lin Yun! Die."

Luo Chaojun slashed with a sword, and the black-gold sword storm surged towards Lin Yun, as if there was a devil in it.

"Ah! Someone is going to die!"

People exclaimed. The power contained in the black-gold sword storm was very terrifying. If they were hit, they would probably die instantly.

Even though they were dozens of feet away at this time, the weak power that was scattered cut them all over their bodies.

No one below the third level of Feitian Realm could stop such a blow.

But this was just their standard.

Lin Yun sneered: "Since you want to show off your martial arts, let's compete."

"See whose martial arts is more valuable!"

"Dark Thunder Dragon Fist!"

Lin Yun didn't even use the sword, and punched out.

Woo woo woo ~~~

A black hole whizzed out from Lin Yun's fist. At first, it was only the size of a fist, but in an instant it had a diameter of several feet, whizzing wildly and rolling past.

Luo Chaojun's powerful sword energy storm, and the demons that appeared or disappeared in it, were swallowed up by the black hole, crushed and shredded.

Then the black hole shrank again, and a dragon with flashing lightning rushed out from it and hit Luo Chaojun.

Puff!

Luo Chaojun's mouth spurted blood wildly, flew out backwards, fell to the ground and fainted.

People were immediately shocked. Luo Chaojun used his most powerful martial arts, but still failed, and failed even more miserably.

When you meet a strong opponent, you become stronger! What kind of pervert is this?

He is just in the extraordinary realm.

When we were in the extraordinary realm, compared to him, we were not even scum, but dust.

Lin Yun put away his murderous aura and approached Sikong Jian.

Sikong Jian looked at Luo Chaojun who had fainted and panicked.

He knew what Luo Chaojun was like, and he was only a step behind him.

But he was defeated so easily by Lin Yun.

Then he was not sure that he could make Lin Yun lose the fight he wanted.

If that happened, he would lose not only a competition, but also his face.

Originally, his strength was not outstanding among the inner disciples. If he lost like this, he would become a laughing stock.

"I can't fight him, it's better to slip away early!"

When Sikong Jian was nervous, Lin Yun had approached him.

"What do you want to do?" Sikong Jian felt that his voice was trembling.

"I don't want to do it! I just know one sentence." Lin Yun smiled slightly.

"What is it? Senior Brother Lin, please teach me." Sikong Jian's people suddenly bowed.

"A good dog doesn't block the road!" Lin Yun's voice was full of ridicule.

Sikong Jian pretended not to understand and stepped aside.

Then he bent his waist slightly and stretched out a hand.

"Brother Lin! Please!"

"No thanks!"

Lin Yun smiled faintly and went to the entrance of the inner door.

Sikong Jian looked at Lin Yun's back and gritted his teeth.

"Little thing! I will make sure you die without a burial place."

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