, otherwise Feng Wuji would not have been allowed to have a Taoist weapon casually.

Lin Yun was lucky enough to save his life but didn't know how to cherish it. He actually dared to threaten Feng Wuji.

Crazy!

This man is really crazy!

At this moment, not even the spirit of the sun could make anyone take their eyes away from Lin Yun.

Feng Wuji laughed angrily and said coldly: "I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

"I said, are you allowed to leave?"

Lin Yun grinned, but this smile was more terrifying than the evil ghosts in hell, making people's hair stand on end. In an instant, no one dared to doubt that Lin Yun had indeed said these words just now.

Is it funny?

Lin Yun didn't think there was anything funny. He would kill him if he wanted, and leave if he wanted. He was so shameless that he asked Lin Yun to keep this bitch's life for the time being, and Feng Wuji thought he was who he was!

"Hahaha, I originally thought you were a person, but I didn't expect you were just a lunatic."

Feng Wuji was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said coldly: "Since you want to die, I will grant you your wish. They say you only need one sword to kill, but let me see, your sword is the fastest

, my sword is still sharp. I, Feng Wuji, am standing here today, if you have the guts, come and kill me!"

This is what Lin Yun said before, and Feng Wuji now returned it intact to the other party.

He was suffocating in his heart. He didn't want to prove anything. He just wanted Lin Yun to know that ants are still ants after all. He didn't want to waste his energy by not killing him.

But this is not the reason for the other party to kick his nose in his face.

Feng Wuji is not without his temper. Even if he can't get the Sunlight Spirit today, he is still determined to destroy him.

In an instant, an extremely violent aura erupted from Feng Wuji's body, and his eyes flashed with crazy killing intent.

That look was so frightening that his face turned pale with fright on the spot.

Feng Wuji is angry. Feng Wuji is really angry. This is something that Lian Yao Spirit doesn’t want anymore. Even the faces of those leaders in the higher realms changed drastically. They know very well that Feng Wuji’s emotions are a little out of control.

Well, this has not happened for a long, long time.

Everyone looked at Lin Yun with pity in their eyes. This man was really crazy, but it was a pity that he had a psychic sword intent.

Phew!

But before the eyes of everyone could dissipate, a mouthful of blood burst out, and Feng Wuji's head flew out. The low-grade Taoist soldier named Youxuan in his hand pulled out half an inch, and the half-inch sword was shining brightly.

It was terrifying, but it dimmed in the blink of an eye.

What's going on?

At this moment, everyone in front of the flame barrier was blinded.

"Sorry, Lin only needs one sword to kill someone."

When Lin Yun's voice sounded faintly, everyone woke up as if from a dream. They opened their eyes wide and looked over in disbelief.

At Lin Yun's feet, I don't know when a lake with a radius of several hundred feet appeared. It was as clear and transparent as a mirror. The Qingxiao God Tree stood in the center of the lake, on the branches of the tree. Its purple petals revealed a hint of chill, not showing off its enchantment.

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Under the tree, Lin Yun was dressed in a green shirt, and his long hair was floating in the breeze. At this moment, there was no murderous intention on his body, let alone a sharp edge. He was like an immortal who had fallen from the mortal world, with all his glory washed away, and he was simple and unpretentious.

Lin Yun's eyes were misty, and his hand, as white as jade, held the hilt of the sword and slowly slid the sword into the sheath.

The name of the sword is Burial of Flowers!

Half a lifetime of duckweeds has passed away with the water, and a night of cold rain has buried the famous flowers.

In the flowing lake, the petals on the trees danced like falling snowflakes, seeming to wither and reborn, turning into lotus blooms at the moment of death.

The second sword to cut the sky, Qinglian.

The sword energy is like a lake, the leaves fall into lotuses, the flowing water flowers bloom, and the moment is eternal.

With a click, the sword blade was completely sheathed, and Feng Wuji's headless body fell to the ground with a plop, leaving only patches of dust.

On the Qingxiao tree, purple kites bloom.

Under heaven, kill them all with one sword!!

[Everyone is guessing the plot and scolding me. I don’t want to argue with these people. Even if I, Yue Ruhuo, take leave for a hundred days, I won’t write eunuchs from today on, I won’t write even a word of the plot you guessed.
Chapter completed!