"Ghost Face Slash!" Lan Fengyuan slashed out into the void, and the demon shadow behind Lin Yun was also slashed with a single sword.

This sword is like a divine sword from the outside world, cutting the Nine Heavens apart.

This sword is almost equivalent to the sword of the first-class Wu Zun!

puff--!

The sword fell on Lin Yun's right shoulder, and the blood flower shot up immediately.

Lin Yun's body fell from the sky like a meteorite and hit the ground.

In an instant, the whole earth burst open, sinking into a huge pit.

Everyone present was stunned, because this was the first time that Lin Yun had appeared in such a crushing situation.

Lin Yun's shoulders were almost broken. This sword cut off his shoulder bones. The healing power of the Shenlong bloodline rarely healed the wound in a short time.

Lin Yun frowned slightly, held the Nether Sacred Sword with his left hand, and then released several sword qi.

Wherever the sword energy passed, even the space was cut open, obviously carrying the "power of space."

However, facing such a powerful sword aura, Lan Fengyuan only lifted the Ghost Face Sword to resist, and then all these sword auras were completely absorbed by the Ghost Face Sword.

"Is it cast with the true blood of the ghost face devil?" Lin Yun silently mobilized the blood of the dragon in his body, healing his body quickly.

"You are always knowledgeable. This ghost face sword is indeed left by the ghost face devil. It can absorb any energy attack, whether it is the power of the soul or the power of space." Lan Fengyuan responded lightly. Dao, in this way, Lin Yun's moves were completely restrained by the Ghost Face Sword.

"Then try if you can block my move!" Lin Yun moved his mind, and eighteen energy fairy balloons appeared again beside him.

These fairy balloons condensed with each other and finally turned into ten energy **** the size of pebbles.

Immediately afterwards, ten energy **** were distributed in ten different directions, and the violent energy suddenly exploded, turning into ten huge beams of light, standing upright, covering the surroundings.

Within a radius of five kilometers, the energy fluctuations of these ten huge beams of light collapsed one after another.

Thunder flame swallows the sky!

The ten beams of light merged together instantly and turned into tiny beams of light. On the surface, there were endless blue and white flames and lightning flashing.

In the next second, this beam of light turned into a 5,000-meter-high blue-white blazing and lightning huge wave, sweeping towards Lan Fengyuan.

The violent and raging energy swallowed many soldiers around him.

In an instant, tens of thousands of soldiers were killed in this terrifying wave, without even leaving any ashes.

"What is this!"

"What a violent energy, this can almost be said to be the strongest blow from the peak of Martial Saint!"

"What a strong energy... can Lan Fengyuan stop it?"

Such powerful moves horrified people in the distance, and they stepped back for fear of being affected.

And Lan Fengyuan, who was right in front, frowned at this moment.

There was nowhere to hide, this "Thunder Flame Swallowing the Sky" came extremely fast, and arrived in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Lan Fengyuan could only raise the Ghost Face Sword in his hand and constantly wave it forward.

When the ghost face sword touched this huge wave, most of the energy was absorbed by the ghost face sword.

However, even the Ghost Face Sword cannot absorb all the energy.

Zi Zi Zi!

In a few moments, the area where Lan Fengyuan was located had turned into a forbidden zone and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

When everyone was exclaiming, a blue-and-white sword aura suddenly soared out of the sea of ​​fire without warning, and slashed Lin Yun's chest accurately with a force of destruction.

boom--!

Suddenly, there was a shocking wound on Lin Yun's entire chest, blood flowing.

"How about being hit by my own energy?" Lan Fengyuan's cold voice came. He stepped out of the sea of ​​flames, looking very embarrassed, but he was unharmed.

Lin Yun lay on the ground with blue and white flames and lightning on his body.

"That's amazing..."

"Lin Yun still has a breath, is this guy really a human? Just now that sword almost matched the full blow of the half-step Martial Venerable, and he was able to withstand it!"

"His breath is very weak, and his lamp is dead."

Many people's faces have changed color, as strong as Lin Yun, will they eventually fall under Lan Fengyuan's hands?

"The blood of the ghost face devil is indeed powerful..." Lin Yun coughed out a large mouthful of blood, the wound on his chest, even the blood of Shenlong could not completely heal it, even healing at this moment is difficult.

Lan Fengyuan stepped on the void, looking at Lin Yun lying on the ground, frowned.

He didn't understand why Lin Yun was able to stay sober with such a powerful blow.

"You still have the power to fight..." Lan Fengyuan took a deep breath, he believed this incomparably.

By now, Lan Fengyuan did not hesitate, his body exploded with a powerful aura again.

"The sword just now took advantage of the energy you used and 10% of my energy." Lan Fengyuan seemed to have made up his mind, he was admonishing Lin Yun.

"I don't know what the purpose of your coming here today is, but the next sword will be all the energy that I have absorbed in these decades. No matter how strong your defense is, this sword will continue. , You must die too!"

After hearing Lan Fengyuan's words, everyone showed incredible expressions.

Just now that sword didn't have full firepower, and it beat Lin Yun to half death. How powerful would that full-strength sword be?

The other members of the Ghost Face Sect who were healing their wounds looked at each other at this moment.

"Is the eldest brother going to use the "Ghost Face King Sword"? "

"This sword needs to cost eldest brother, the energy absorbed over the past few decades...is it worth it to deal with Lin Yun?"

"This sword is comparable to a full blow from the peak of the first-level martial arts, Lin Yun may die here!"

The ghostly faces and ten mad people showed solemn expressions. First, they did not have any deep hatred with Lin Yun.

Second, they thought that Lan Fengyuan's use of this trick, and spent decades of effort to deal with Lin Yun, was not worth it.

But now the arrow is on the line and I have to send it.

An endless divine light burst out from the ghost face sword, and a demon king phantom was imagining out behind Lan Fengyuan.

This phantom of the demon king is ten meters high, the whole body is translucent, and the face is covered with a bone mask. It is the ghost-faced demon king who swept the party back then!

"Lin Yun, whether you can survive or not depends on your own good fortune." Lan Fengyuan's eyes gradually became cold.

He thought that in this state, even if Lin Yun displayed the strength of Wu Zun, he could not stop him with this sword.

He didn't believe that Lin Yun, who was only in the second-level martial sage realm, could become an intermediate martial veteran with the help of other things.

He is confident that with this sword, even with the presence of the second-level martial arts, it is difficult for him to retreat.