Chapter 120

call out!

An icy black light swept over, and the terrifying aura directly locked Jian Wushuang.

It was naturally the second purple-faced killer who shot.

This purple-faced killer has been hiding in the dark, and he didn't intend to show his face, but he didn't expect things to develop like this.

Two blood shadow teams shot, but in just a moment, Jian Wushuang killed four people, and the blood shadow team couldn't even touch his shadow.

Then the first purple-faced killer shot himself, but now he was also bombarded by Jian Wushuang and smashed into the huge pit on the ground below, and his life and death were unknown.

Helpless, he can only come forward.

"Another one? Get out of here!" Jian Wushuang shouted, and the three-kill sword in his hand slashed out in the direction of the second purple-faced killer, with a fiery and fiery sword intent.

Blood Fire Sword Art, the sixth form!

That icy black light also burst forth.

Bang!

Jian Wushuang's staggered figure couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the purple-faced killer also burst out.

"The strength of the second purple-faced killer is much stronger than the first purple-faced killer." Jian Wushuang secretly said.

Jindan warriors are strong and weak, and of course there are strong and weak realms of yin and yang.

And these purple-faced killers are of course the same. This second purple-faced killer is much stronger than the half-dead purple-faced killer who was just beaten by Jian Wushuang.

"die!"

The purple-faced killer rushed out again, and the black sharp blade in his hand stabbed out again.

This thorn, as if piercing the sky and the earth, had a harsh sonic boom resounding through the void.

"It's ridiculous." Jian Wushuang sneered, the three killing swords carried a strong gust of sword intent, and the sword shadow stabbed straight.

The speed is even faster than the black sharp blade of the purple-faced killer.

Clang!

Fighting against each other, the collision produced intense sparks, which were very conspicuous on this night.

Jian Wushuang's wrist moved, and the long sword flexibly circumvented the black sharp blade, and then the earth's sword intent burst out, and a sword slashed horizontally.

This purple-faced killer was obviously also experienced in battles, without panic, the black sharp blade immediately slashed forward.

Bang!

Another low-pitched impact sounded, the heavy and vast earth sword intent burst out with monstrous power, and after Jian Wushuang used the Soul Seizure Secret, the power far surpassed that of ordinary Yin-Yang Void Realm warriors, all contained in this sword. , When it collided with the black sharp blade, the purple-faced killer couldn't help but sink.

But suddenly, a substantial ripple spread out where the sword edge hit.

This wave is the impact force generated by the confrontation with each other. This impact force is not worth mentioning whether it is against Jian Wushuang or the purple-faced killer, but because the shock wave is generated in front of the purple-faced killer, naturally Immediately it hit his face.

Snapped!

The shock wave hit the purple mask of the purple-faced killer, and the faces of everyone in the purple-faced mask that looked terrifying immediately burst open.

The mask burst and broke away from the face, revealing a handsome and elegant face, but this face was extremely hideous at the moment.

"It's you." Seeing this face, Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed fiercely.

A large number of Jindan warriors by Jingyue Lake also saw this face, and some of them recognized it immediately.

"It turned out to be him!"

"Lin Yun, it's Lord Lin Yun!"

"It turned out to be Lord Lin Yun?"

"City Lord of Snowstorm City, Lin Yun?"

Many Jindan warriors who recognized this face felt incredible for a while.

"Lin Yun, it's actually you?" Jian Wushuang was equally surprised.

He had a relationship with Lin Yun in the Golden Dragon Branch Hall of Yuexin City at the beginning, and at that time Lin Yun felt gentle and elegant, extremely gentle and polite, and his reputation has always been excellent, he is an uncompromising old man .

Almost everyone who knew this Lin Yun respected him very much.

But who would have thought that such a good man would actually be the purple-faced killer of Xueyulou!

"you,

Hidden so deep! "Jian Wushuang said in a low voice.

At this moment, Lin Yun's face was no longer at all gentle, but was extremely ferocious.

"Damn!" Lin Yun cursed inwardly.

He had been hiding in the dark before and didn't make a move, just because he was worried about revealing his identity, until there was no way, he personally came forward to kill Jian Wushuang.

But he didn't expect that Jian Wushuang's battle power was so great at this moment.

Now, his identity has been exposed in front of so many people, and today, no matter whether he succeeds in killing Jian Wushuang or not, there will be no place for him in the Tianzong Dynasty from now on.

Because, Ryugu will definitely kill him desperately!

"Since it's been exposed, then don't care so much, kill him first." Lin Yun's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but a lavender spear appeared in his hand.

This long spear is his real weapon.

As for the black sharp blade just now, it was just to hide his identity.

"go to hell."

Lin Yun shot, and his figure appeared in front of Jian Wushuang in an illusion, and then the lavender spear stabbed flatly.

This thorn, silent, like a poisonous snake spitting its core.

Jian Wushuang only felt that his body was completely blocked, and this silent shot stabbed him, and he didn't even have the slightest chance to avoid it.

"The artistic conception of dripping water is endless, so Lin Yun's perception of the artistic conception of dripping water is so high?" Jian Wushuang was horrified.

It should be noted that when Lin Yun attacked with the black sharp blade, he used the gust of wind. Although his perception was also very high, Jian Wushuang could still handle it, but now Lin Yun is using a long spear and a dripping water... that would be terrible. .

"This first shot can definitely easily pass through the eleventh floor of Dragon Gate, and it is not far from the twelfth floor."

Jian Wushuang immediately used the Samsara swordsmanship to resist. Although he blocked the first shot, Lin Yun's fierce eruption followed, and the spear shadows rushed towards him in a continuous manner.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Jian Wushuang tried his best to resist, and he no longer had any thoughts of fighting again in his heart.

After all, he is now using the Soul Seizure Secret Technique.

Although the secret technique of seizing the soul is terrifying, it is a unique trick to injure one thousand enemies and eight hundred. He won't last long at all, especially the severe pain in his body has already reached its limit. Jian Wushuang's eyes are red. Blue veins flashed on his forehead, and it was obviously on the verge of collapse.

boom!

A vast sword shadow directly forced Lin Yun back, followed by Jian Wushuang and then turned around and rushed out.

"Escape! Escape! Escape!" Jian Wushuang roared frantically in his heart.

And the direction in which he fled was exactly where Su Rou and the golden-masked killer were.

"The third child." Su Rou looked at Jian Wushuang with a worried expression.

Jian Wushuang was exhausted physically and mentally, but when he saw the six golden-masked killers who were still alive in front of him, the killing intent in his eyes suddenly surged again.

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