The man quickly looked back and saw a figure at the entrance. At the moment, he appeared. The light burst out from him, like the legendary one, wearing a silver mask, a long silver hair, and a silver robe.

He was carrying a silver sword box on his back, and no one had seen the sword so far.

He held a long flute in his hand, but he didn't move, but just standing, a terrible sharp edge came to his face, making the person unable to get angry.

Burial of the Flower Boy!

Everyone's hearts were trembling, their backs were cold, and their lips trembled uncontrollably.

"Kill him!"

On the gorgeous throne, Huang Yong said expressionlessly.

But none of the people who were shouting for him and traveling through fire and water just now did not move, and Huang Yong's face suddenly looked extremely embarrassed.

A bunch of bastards!

"If you don't want to die, just get out."

Lin Yun curled a smile on his lips and said lightly.

"Thank you, the burial master, thank you for your kindness!"

The few people were relieved and fled through the side door, not daring to stay for a moment. In the empty hall, only Lin Yun and Huang Yong were left in the blink of an eye.

"I have no grudges with you, right? If you are willing to let me go, I am willing to return this purple flame golden lotus with both hands!" Huang Yong said with a hint of luck in his heart.

"You know whether there is any hatred or not."

Lin Yun said softly, staring at the other party coldly. Two years ago, the other party abused and killed four personal disciples of the Fuyun Sword Sect.

It shocked Cang Xuan and ruined the reputation of the Fuyun Sword Sect.

The sect took revenge several times, but no one found him. This time he finally found out his nest. He did not dare to send elders from the Divine Pill Realm to alert the snake, and he was afraid that his personal disciple would come to die.

The Fuyun Master wrote the person's name on the scroll and handed it over to Lin Yun.

"It's really sent by the Fuyun Sword Sect."

A smile appeared on Huang Yong's face, and suddenly became much more relaxed, and he laughed coldly: "Your voice is very young, you should not be an elder of the sect. Since you are here, don't leave!"

If you are not an elder, you are not a powerful person in the Divine Pill Realm.

In the Star Lord, if the other party is an astrological star, he still has many ways to leave. But it is just the Star River Realm. Haha, there are not too many disciples who died in the Star River Realm.

Huh!

After the words came, the power of the Star Lord burst out on his body, turning into a shadow and killing towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun did not move, and only placed the purple jade bamboo flute on his lips. As soon as the sound of the flute sounded, a strong wind blew, and the wind roared like thunder!

Buzz!

Huang Yong's speed immediately slowed down a lot. He felt the invisible sword intent, accompanied by the sound of Xiao Yin, which was preventing him from moving forward.

Pretend to be a ghost!

The star energy surged all over his body, Huang Yong snorted coldly and continued to rush forward.

The sound of the flute changes, perfectly playing the artistic conception of the thunder sword technique, flowers, snow and moon. Sometimes the wind roars like thunder, sometimes the falling flowers dance, and sometimes the clouds rise and snow fly.

In the palace, the sound of the flute is faint and the chill drops sharply.

Lin Yun's sword intent spread out with the sound of the flute. As his long hair flew, silver light fell, like surging white clouds, changing constantly. The sword lights crisscrossed in the hall, like snowflakes dancing sword energy.

Huang Yong held his breath and kept approaching Lin Yun, his body was covered in scars and blood flowed.

"die!"

Just one step away, the anger accumulated in Huang Yong's heart completely erupted, and he soared into the air and let out a violent roar.

Shenxiao!

Lin Yun raised his eyes, and the sharpness of his eyebrows surged, and the sound of the flute rushed straight into the sky.

The sound of the divine sound is like thunder, shaking through the sky!

Before Huang Yong could fall down, he was swallowed by a silver light, and his whole body was broken into two pieces.

The song is over, but the lingering sound has not dissipated.

The splashing blood, drops of sound waves fixed in the air, as if time was imprisoned.

Lin Yun put down the purple jade divine bamboo flute, reached out and pulled the brocade box on the throne.

He turned around and left, and the silver light flashed, and the splashing blood continued to fall like a heavy rain.
Chapter completed!