Chapter 221 -- Kill with one sword

Lin Yuan's lips moved slightly and gently spit out four words, like a breeze. Immediately, he drew his sword and waved out.

All the solidified Zhenyuan, at this moment, thawed and surged up. With the sword waved by Lin Yuan, all of them rushed forward.

The sound of whine kept ringing, like a late-night wind blowing through the valley. Suddenly, the sound of whining turned into a roar, like a strong wind blowing through the canyon. After another turn, it slowly blew and turned into a wisp of breeze.

The appearance of the three talents, the heavenly sword, the earth sword, and the human sword, as if three divine swords appeared to take the lives of mortals.

The appearance of the three talents appeared, and the whole Zhenyuan blew in the wind. The huge fire python suddenly stopped, and the flames on the body swayed crazily. Wisps of Mars were constantly blown up, dissipating in the air like smoke. The huge fire python quickly became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if shrinking.

In a flash, the huge fire python became looming, and the posture of Li Gen flying with his sword gradually emerged. His speed was getting slower and slower, and his face was full of unbelievably horror. It is unimaginable that Lin Yuan's sword actually broke the strongest sword he was proud of.

Under the sword, Li Gen only felt that his eyes could not look directly, and he was astringent and painful by the wind. He couldn't help closing his eyes, and tears oozing from the corners of his eyes; his nostrils could not breathe, blocked by the wind, and suddenly poured into it, making the pain of his nasal cavity as if it had been cut and stirred by a knife; because he could not breathe When he opened his mouth, the wind blew into his mouth, making his throat dry and strangling his throat like a knife, with hot pain.

In an instant, Li Gen had a feeling of suffering and punishment, and there was no place in his body that he felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, the intuition of years of fighting told him that there was a huge crisis approaching without any hesitation.

The few Zhenyuan left in Dantian completely broke out and rushed out of the body. The Zhenyuan became a cover and condensed into a faint red to protect itself.

In the wind, there was an extremely cold murder looming, unpredictable, erratic and unusual. Suddenly, it appeared and came from the side and killed Li Gen's neck.

Lin Yuan's sword spirit came, erratic, like a handle, like three handles, unpredictable, directly in the direction of Li Gen.

With a click, the shield formed by Li Gen's Zhenyuan was cut in an instant. Before he could be shocked, he felt a pain in his neck and was cut by a sharp killing machine. His head was blown back by the strong wind, blood spewed out, and it was blown all over his body under the strong wind.

Li Gen's headless body, under the strong wind, threw back like a broken bag and flew more than ten meters away before landing.

The whist and roaring wind slowly paused and gradually fell silent. Lin Yuan fell to the ground again. The light cyan in his eyes dissipated and disappeared. A strong and tired color quickly occupied it, permeated the whole face. His face was white and weak, and he was weak, and the Haoran sword in his hand could almost couldn't hold it and fall to the ground. When his body shook slightly, he almost fell down, but he couldn't stand still with his strong will.

"Dead...dead..." Whether it was a disciple of Lei Shuizong or a disciple of Qingyuanzong, or even a disciple of the Li family or Qian family, when they saw Li Gen die under Lin Yuan's sword like this, they all swallowed a mouth with difficulty, their eyes staring like a toad and their mouth wide open.

Lin Yuan's legs supported his body, which seemed to be difficult to breathe, and his whole body was sweating profusely.

When Lin Yuan was in danger, he suddenly realized the third type of Qiankun swordsmanship - Sancai, which was also used at a critical moment. Although Lin Yuan did not have much real yuan left in Dantian, which greatly reduced this move, he easily killed Li Gen in the last time.

It can be accompanied by almost no consumption of his true elements, and even it is difficult to support him to fight again. At this time, Lin Yuan's situation is extremely dangerous.

"Master Li died and took revenge for him." Suddenly, a disciple of the Li family took the lead in waking up, but said stupid words and woke up the others.

"Yes, everyone rushed up and seized the heart of Zifu. As long as we refine the heart of Zifu, our realm can improve the book in an instant, and it is not impossible to even directly promote to Zifu." Suddenly, it broke out in the crowd, and the whole crowd broke up again and gradually forced Lin Yuan.

"Hmm, a group of people who fell into the well, I'm Lin Yuan." The size of Lin Yuan, the blood at the corners of his mouth evokes a touch of curvature.

"Haha, then come on. Even if Lin Yuan doesn't die, I won't succeed by you. Haha, today, let me kill Lin Yuan enough, as long as the exhibitors, all of them will be killed! Kill! Kill!" Lin Yuan's size, the body supported by his legs has instantaneous combat power, and his whole body is like a god of killing.

The Haoran sword still burst into a bright dark blue sword light, and without hesitation, he rushed directly to the children of his families.

"The Qian family, the Li family, you will regret what happened today." Lin Yuan was once again big and small, like a tiger entering the sheep and rushing over.

Although Lin Yuan doesn't have many Zhenyuan, even if Zhenyuan is consumed too much, even if he dies, I, Lin Yuan, am not afraid.

"Lin Yuanzhenyuan was overconsumpted, and now he is just forced to support. What else can he do? With so many big forces, this place is doomed to become scorched earth. Let's destroy Lin Yuan as soon as possible and seize the heart of Zifu."

A half-step warrior of the Qian family said that he was a talented disciple of the Qian family and had a rare opponent. He was one of the core disciples in the Qian family.

"Are you done?"

A dark blue sword spirit rises, dazzling and makes people unable to open their eyes. Lin Yuan is full of dark blue Zhenyuan, absorbing Zhenyuan from heaven and earth to maintain the consumption of Zhenyuan. The whole scene looks extremely frightening.

"Qian Feng, the leader of the Qian family!"

Everyone changed color, and the shadow of people's famous trees, Qian Feng had long been famous. It was all killed by himself. In those years, some people also knew him in powerful places.

I have to say that he is really too powerful. He raised his hand and was full of golden yuan, pressing down the front like a sea, and rushing directly to the direction of Lin Yuan.

"Kill!" Lin Yuan opened his mouth and roared, and the three-foot sword light of Haoran's sword was shining, turning into a horse to practice cutter.

Haoran's sword was dark blue and invincible, and he rushed directly to Qian Feng.

"Dang!"

However, at this moment, Lin Yuan fought directly, shaking Qian Feng's long sword without any fear, using the sword against the sword.

The dark blue sword spirit trembled, and the sword spirit shone, and almost fell into the sky.

"Kill me!" Qian Feng spewed out a piece of essence and sank into the dark blue sword light, making it shine more vigorous, like a river of gods.

"Dangdang..."

Lin Yuan fought against this person several times in a row, directly retreating Qian Feng and spitting out a mouthful of blood, but Lin Yuan was also uncomfortable. He directly shook off Qian Feng and rushed to the crowd.