Campus belle's cultivation master

The power of the terrible Heavenly Master is like a tidal current. Although the realm is at the top of the realm, its power is far beyond the ordinary top of the realm. Tens of thousands of practitioners are trembling and almost can't stand up.

Such a strange scene, no one expected, a time to look at each other, all are shocked.

What's the strength of the tens of thousands of martial arts strong men who dare to ridicule, ridicule and challenge Lin Zixuan?

Isn't it because of this man's rift in the road, his accomplishments have fallen back, so that he has hemoptysis in Linjiang and the lamp has dried up?

But now, with his absolute strength, Lin Zixuan proved that not only the so-called cracks in the main road were created out of nothing, but also he went to a higher level in a short period of half a year!

In all directions, there was a whistling sound of air-conditioning. Some people even bit their tongue carelessly. They were paralyzed and shivering.

No matter the master of heaven or the strong inner strength, all the practitioners have a pale expression of ghosts. At this moment, they look at the young figure standing in the sky, and their hearts arouse the continuous fear of the past again.

The era of Lin Zixuan, the proud son of heaven, dominating Kyushu and smiling in the sky is not over. Maybe this is just the beginning!

Lin Yu stands with the dragon's sword, and the autumn wind blows by, sweeping the vast air waves to meet the sky.

The two heavenly masters who fought against him only felt as if something was stuck in their throat. They couldn't spit out or swallow. They were so blue that they blushed and their necks were thick.

Two people look at each other, immediately fear back, turned to run away.

You're kidding. In its heyday, Tianjiao linzixuan was able to kill demigods, killing Ji's family in Yunzhou. Now his cultivation goes a step further, holding the sword of life and death in his hand. If he doesn't run, he still has to stretch his neck to die?

Lin Yu sneered, and the dragon sword in his hand was shining. Suddenly, the golden sword suddenly surged up and slanted across the sky.

As if the whole sky had been cut apart, the surging waves were rolling like rivers.

"Ah

The fleeing master screamed like a duck with its neck pinched. Then, his whole body burst into a mass of scarlet flesh and blood and fell into the sky.

Lin Yu's body turned into a streamer without a pause when he carried the sword to kill one person. In the pouring of turbulent energy, his body swept away, and in the blink of an eye, he came to another strong Heavenly Master.

"Ah! Spare my life The Heavenly Master was so frightened that he was ready to hold up the protective barrier and turn back to resist. In a moment, he could see the cold light twinkling. In the blood all over the sky, the blade of the sword had come out through his chest.

He opened his mouth and spewed out a big mouthful of blood. His eyeballs were bulging, and his face was full of Horror: "good... So cruel..."

Lin Yu's face was expressionless. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and strangled it with his backhand. The other side's chest immediately showed a huge bright hole.

He raised his foot to kick the dead body down, and his dragon sword stood in the air, his voice was low and indifferent: "next!"

The wind is blowing, the clouds are surging, and the whole scene is dead!

For nearly half a minute, there were tens of thousands of arrogant warriors, but none of them dared to fight!

Lin Yu's cold eyes swept the mountains and ravines, and his voice was cold: "what's the matter? What about your bones? Are you scared? "

The whole scene is still silent. Countless practitioners bow their heads and fight with each other.

I'm not only scared, I'm almost scared to death! Who dares to fight against the slaughter of heavenly masters like pigs and dogs?

It's not human, it's evil, it's a devil, it's an incomparable killing God!

"Oh." Lin Yu couldn't help laughing and sweeping the dragon sword in his hand to the East, "where is the one who insults me?"

Boom!

A large number of strong warriors in the East knelt and fell to the ground.

The people of the ancient sword sect, led by Liao Ping and Liao Xin, knelt there quietly, looked up at the young figure standing in the void, and sighed

"Sure enough, I knew it would be like this..."

"Oh." Lin Yu laughed again and swept south with his sword. "Where is the one who despises me?"

Boom!

To the south of Tushan's main peak, thousands of strong warriors fell down on their knees, looking respectful and humble.

Li Jiaqian's beautiful eyes stare at the thin young man in the air. Bei teeth bite the cherry lips tightly and kneel down with her grandfather Du Shenggu.

"Girl." Du Shenggu breathed cold air, supported the ground with both hands, lowered his voice and asked, "what did you do before the ceremony?"

Li Jiaqian's eyes twinkled, and she replied, "I've sent a message to master Lin to remind him to be careful."

"Now it seems that..." she blinked her eyes, and her expression was complicated. "I'm doing too much."

Du Shenggu suddenly loosened his whole body, his expression was genial, and he grinned: "good, great! Girl, you owe a lot to the iron headmaster... "

After hearing this, Li Jiaqian's heart was full of mixed feelings.

At the moment, Lin Zixuan, who stands aloof in the sky, is the invincible and strong man she thinks of, admires and admires. But she felt strange, as if there was an insurmountable gap between them.

The scenes of drinking a pot of wine and laughing together are more like a beautiful dream today

After Li Jiaqian, Pang Zhi, the eldest disciple of liefeng villa, had been paralyzed for a long time. His cheeks were blue and his lips were black. He was scared to pee in his pants.

The last hope in his heart was shattered, and he felt ashamed. Overstepping one's ability is like a clown jumping from the beam. I really want to draw a sword on the spot.

Lin Yu was arrogant and gave the final evaluation cleanly: "it's all rubbish."

This sentence, true to hear in every ear, but no one dare to refute. Even the dozens of strong heavenly masters at the banquet were obedient and humble.

At the top of Tu mountain, Lin Zixuan, the heavenly pride, wields the dragon sword to kill all sides, which makes tens of thousands of practitioners feel cold and dare not to face each other. They have to kneel down and bow down. The world is thrilled by the first World War!

Sword Qi soars to the sky, and who is the hero?

On the high platform, the patriarch yuan Luochen nodded his head slightly and sighed: "it's really a peerless pride..."

He can't help regretting that Lin Zixuan's amazing talent is worthy of Tianlan's holy body. It's too rash for him to let Zhuang Shu provoke and insult each other.

"But... Things have developed to this extent..." he slowly closed his fingers, secretly clenched his teeth, "I Tianlan Zong's face, must get back!"

Sun Zhong, the eldest husband, and many of the elders' offerings were all stupefied. Suddenly, they heard a deep and violent drink

"Elder, what are you waiting for! The boy surnamed Lin has stepped on my face! "