Lin Yun is already against the will of heaven enough to be able to compete with the two monsters with bare hands, but unfortunately there is no Taoist soldier after all.

Falling and death are just a matter of time sooner or later.

suddenly!

Lin Yun's heart moved, and the burial flower in the box stopped trembling. The burial flower was promoted to the early stage under the impact of the two great soldiers.

"Boy, don't blame me for bullying you. If you want to blame, you blame you for not having Taoist soldiers. You deserve this!"

Shi Feng saw Lin Yun move slightly, thinking that he had a flaw, his face became particularly ferocious. The purple light of the ancient sword in his hand burst out, and the pressure of the low-grade Taoist soldiers was almost urged by him. He shouted angrily: "That's the end."

Now!"

Immediately, the terrifying momentum of his sword shrouded Lin Yun.

The purple sword light was everywhere, like a prison, blocking all Lin Yun's way.

"Die!"

Under such a momentum, the ancient sword in Shi Feng's hand kept approaching Lin Yun like a death talisman.

But at this moment, a shiny light flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and the sword box behind him suddenly bounced open. All the streamer calendulas crushed in the box flew out, like countless golden streamers,

Lin Yun bloomed one after another.

Wow!

Lin Yun stretched out his hand and held the scabbard with his left hand, with his sword across his body, and his right hand was on the hilt of the flower sword.

He was connected with the mind of the burial flower. The moment he held it on the hilt of the sword, it seemed that blood was born together. In an instant, countless emotions came from the sword, and the first thing he was to bear was endless anger.

There was anger at Shi Feng and Qin An, and there was also anger at Lin Yun.

It is in the sword in Lin Yun's hand. He doesn't want to, doesn't want to, and can't bear it. He sees him being bullied by other weapons. He hates himself not a Taoist soldier, but he also hates Lin Yun and doesn't want to believe it. Even if it is not a Taoist soldier, it burys flowers.

Why not be afraid of these jumping clowns?

"Sorry, you're wronged."

Lin Yun's nose felt sour and he slowly said in his heart that he was doing it for the sake of burying the flowers, but after all, he had no concern about burying the flowers.

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

The burial flowers in the sheath shook slightly, as if they were crying. It wanted to say that it was not wronged, but that it was useless that Lin Yun suffered aggrieved. But it had spirit but no wisdom, and could not express it clearly, so it could only tremble anxiously.

Half a lifetime of duckweed passes with the water, and a night of cold rain buried famous flowers.

The soul is the willow mulberry and is about to break, you go and I stay, two autumns.

Lin Yun's eyes suddenly burst out, and his sharpness was revealed. He looked at Shi Feng who was coming and shouted coldly: "The light of rice grains is worthy of competing with the Burial Flower?"

Who shares this world with me?

Only bury flowers!
Chapter completed!