Sword Dao Alchemy

But when people looked at it, they saw that Lin Yun actually held many weapons in his hands.

People were in a daze. They clearly didn't see Lin Yun carrying so many weapons just now.

However, this trance was quickly washed away by the waves rippling on the weapon.

"It is definitely a fourth-level spiritual weapon!"

"As long as you have such a weapon in hand, your combat power will be greatly increased and you will gain more opportunities in the ruins of the Holy War!"

“I want to own one!”

Everyone was jealous.

"It seems that we can't keep these weapons after all. Since you want them, let's give them back to you!"

Lin Yun sighed and threw the weapon in his hand.

But it wasn't thrown at those five guys, but into the crowd.

The five guys were stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was something that belonged to them!

Now we can no longer go to Lin Yun to settle the score, and Lin Yun and the others have nothing left in their hands.

They also understand the importance of weapons.

But they all rushed towards the place where the weapons fell.

"These are all ours, you can't steal them!"

"Bah! Who said it's yours? You're robbing someone else's!"

"Hmph! Whoever grabs it belongs to whomever!"

"Go away! Go to hell..."

.......

Suddenly, the people fighting for it started a bloody battle, with blood flying and screams coming and going.

The fist wind and palm power roared, and some people swung the swords they had just grabbed with radiant light, killing everyone in all directions.

The whole place was in chaos, and people from afar rushed over to join the melee.

But Lin Yun and the other three retreated to a distance and watched with cold eyes.

"Dog bites dog! It's really exciting!" Su Xiaoyu laughed.

"It's just a dozen fourth-level spiritual weapons! It's such a pity that they were thrown to the dogs like this!" Ying Long's eyes were full of reluctance.

It's no wonder that the small sect like him has very few third-level weapons. A fourth-level spiritual weapon may require half the financial resources of the sect.

And he could see clearly that Lin Yun threw out more than a dozen items.

"Senior Brother Ying! What's the pity?" Lin Yun smiled slightly: "We all have our own suitable ones! Those are useless things."

"If you are putting yourself in danger just for some useless things, it is better to throw them away."

"Besides, it will be useful if you throw it out!"

"Just throw it out and it will be useful?" Yinglong didn't understand.

"You didn't notice the way they looked at us just now. They were all like wolves and tigers, and they were determined to eat us. None of these people can be our friends." Lin Yun said slowly.

"Since they are not friends, they are enemies!" Su Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"Since they are enemies! The fewer the better! Now is also an opportunity to reduce them!" Lin Yun said coldly.

"So that's the truth!" Yinglong understood.

"Besides! Things thrown out by Brother Lin Yun may not come back!" Su Xiaoyu said again.

She understands what Lin Yun means. Now, Lin Yun is here to watch the battle. Naturally, he is just looking for an opportunity, a suitable opportunity.

Lin Yun wanted to let people know that even the garbage he threw out was not so easy to retrieve.

"Xiao Yu is right! Only by giving up can you gain. The sacrifice you gave up before was just for the sake of gaining in a while!" Lin Yun smiled brightly again.

But those eyes scanned every place that was being fought for bloody battles, like a dormant cheetah, ready to rush out and bite at any time.

Yinglong was also infected by this emotion and murmured: "If you give up, you will get something! I understand."

"Then I have to show off my power! I'll find someone weaker!"

Under the sharp gazes of the three people, the bloody battlefield finally changed.

The weak people finally retreated after being stimulated by the blood light, but they did not retreat far and could sneak attacks from around them at any time.

The fight for powerful characters is even more crazy. The violent fluctuations of star power in the battle place have formed a huge whirlpool. People are shuttled in the whirlpool, and blood light flashes from time to time.

"Death! The road is cut off to the end of the world!"

After all, Zhao Batian was strong and had already snatched a ghost-headed sword. He swept it out with one blow, causing all the ghosts and gods to feel sad and filled with evil spirits. However, he killed a few of the people who were fighting in a group, and the others were injured and fled.

"Haha~~~ If you dare to snatch my things, you are really risking your life!"

Zhao Batian laughed wildly and rushed over to grab the starry black iron hammer in his hand.

"Haha! It's mine, it's all mine. If you fight against me, it's just an arm wrestling between an ant and an elephant!"

Zhao Batian laughed, but he was not satisfied, but wanted to get more.

This arrogant attitude aroused dissatisfaction from others, and he was not the only one who was strong here.

Therefore, he was targeted.

"Get out of my way, this is mine!"

A short sword jumped between two strong guys. Neither of them could get it. The two were equally powerful.

Zhao Batian killed them with one strike, but the two guys backed away and gave up the dagger for the time being.

“I am the only one in this place, who can compete with me?”

Zhao Batian rushed over and grabbed the dagger, laughing loudly.

But when he laughed, the two guys who retreated turned around and attacked, and they were in sync with each other, as promised, with sufficient strength and ruthless techniques.

Zhao Batian, who was feeling proud, did not expect to fall into the conspiracy of the two of them, but he was a little panicked.

Lin Yun and Su Xiaoyu also looked at each other.

"This is the moment!"

The two flew out at the same time and blocked Zhao Batian's retreat.

The panicked Zhao Batian was also fierce. With one knife, he severely injured one of the guys who besieged him and fell to the ground.

But he was also hit by another guy and was also seriously injured. He retreated back.

Lin Yun and Su Xiaoyu appeared behind Zhao Batian accurately, and stabbed two vital points with two swords at the same time.

Zhao Batian was hit hard again and could no longer resist. He fell to the ground, looking at Lin Yun sadly, panting and saying: "So you are the most poisonous..."

Lin Yun grabbed the ghost-head knife that Zhao Batian had snatched, and chopped it down with one knife, and Zhao Batian was cut into two halves.

Such a thunderous and bloody method shocked the other people who were snatching.

Everyone stopped and looked at Lin Yun in horror.

"Humph! Dare to steal my things! You are really tired of living!"

Lin Yun raised the bloody ghost-head knife and said word by word.

But every word hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer. Looking at the bloody battlefield, everyone's heart collapsed.

In just a short time, dozens of people died on the spot, and there were seventy or eighty injured people. All of them were elites here.

Everyone looked at Lin Yun and remembered what Zhao Batian had not finished saying before he died.

He just used a little trick to make people here kill each other, causing such heavy casualties.

This person should not be provoked. Although there are only three people with him, his tricks are vicious and kill people invisibly.

He dared to speak like this now, and there must be powerful tricks hidden.

Such people are truly powerful.

Thinking of this in their hearts, everyone showed fear in their eyes and retreated.

Some people even threw away the weapons they had just snatched.

Yinglong was naturally not polite. He picked up those that no one dared to snatch and those that were thrown away after snatching.

People were a little angry, but they could do nothing. They were injured in the fight, and the other party was so strong, so they could only be angry in their hearts.

Now, they hoped that someone from other places would come and rob Lin Yun.

At this moment, a loud noise was heard in the wasteland!

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