The Eternal Martial Emperor
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When the disciples were discussing fiercely, Lin Yun suddenly broke away from the sinking wall.

After his feet fell to the ground, Lin Yun moved his body as if nothing had happened, except that his clothes were torn apart.

The discussion of all the disciples disappeared in an instant.

They all looked at Lin Yun with shocked faces, eyes full of disbelief.

"What! Is that okay? How is this possible?!"

"It's incredible that we can withstand such a terrifying attack without any damage!"

The disciples originally thought that Lin Yun would be on the verge of death even after he was kicked by the deacon.

But no one thought that Lin Yun was like an innocent person at the moment, and he could still be silent.

Not only the disciples, but even the deacons, were shocked at this moment. Clearly, Lin Yun's body could be extremely powerful.

Although he did not use his full strength, he used nearly 70% to 80% of his strength.

If it was an ordinary third level samurai, there was absolutely no chance of surviving after being beaten by him.

No matter how good Lin Yun's physical fitness was, he wouldn't be dangerous after being hit by this kick!

"The last thing I said, go!" Lin Yun shook his numb hand, and then pulled the sword from his waist.

His tone can be said to be polite. As if not talking to a deacon, but talking to an evil place.

After the sword was "pumped out", a powerful energy burst out from Lin Yun's body, instantly filling up the entire space.

Yi Bingtong's body was dark, its surface was engraved with upright runes, and a shining golden sword suddenly appeared behind Lin Yun.

The entire scene at this moment, was enveloped in a layer of coercion from the ancient flood.

All the disciples could not help taking a step back, and continued to exclaim in their mouths.

"Is this a legendary heaven-level martial spirit? It's horrible!"

"I always thought that Heavenly Martial Spirit Lin Yun was a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"It's strong! His momentum was truly stronger than that of Wu Hun of Jiang Nanjian. This was absolutely impossible for Tian Wu Wu Hun!"

Seeing that Lin Yun lit a sky-level martial spirit, the deacon also showed a touch of horror.

The deacon knew very well that such extremely talented figures were innocent or had to be completely eradicated!

With such talent, Lin Yun would naturally be greatly appreciated by Wufu, not his deacon who could move freely. Even if Lin Yun broke Wufu's rules, he didn't dare to straighten Lin Yun on the spot.

Since Lin Yun could not be completely eradicated, he could only try not to offend him, lest he grow up in the future and hate revenge.

Thinking of this, the deacon took a deep breath and said to Lin Yun, "Lin Yun, I know you are eager to enter the inner disciple box, but as a deacon guarding the inner disciple box, I know you are eager to enter the inner disciple box, it is my duty to stop you. . "

At the same time, the deacon also took out a long sword from his waist: "But I can give you a chance. If you can still survive after taking my sword, then I'll let you in."

Among those words, the deacon had concentrated a lot of energy and high density on the sword.

Looking at this scene, the inner lip corners of the disciples all traced a dangerous arch.

They looked at Lin Yun eyes, and instantly became cold, as if looking at a corpse.

After taking out the deacon sword, still want to be safe?

Really joke!

Along the inner door, no disciple could survive without the deacon's sword.

In the eyes of all the disciples, the deacon was all about planning to straighten Lin Yun right away!

In everyone's cold eyes, Lin Yun poured all of the demon sword force on the sword in his hand.

Excalibur's First Form Destruction!

Lin Yun kicked back with one leg, and his body shot forward like an arrow from a rope, carrying a dazzling golden swordswoman, shooting straight towards where the deacon was.

Deacon also stepped back with one foot, holding the sword with one hand and cutting Lin Yun.

The deacon did not use any martial arts, nor did he perform any martial arts, just an ordinary sword.

But this simple sword, but it contained the impressive momentum of Lin Yun's sword.

This is the power of the Ninth Samurai!

The brush!

The brush!

The two Jianguangs established a relationship in the air.

The two figures also crossed in the air.

The two stopped at a distance of five meters from each other at the same time.

None of them looked back, but stood still on the spot, holding their swords high behind.

And a group of disciples who were watching looked at each other with gasps, waiting for the final result.

Everyone thought that Lin Yun would soon fall.

Surprisingly, Lin Yun still did not fall after a few seconds.

"You managed to take my sword, and you can go in now, and I'll talk." It was the deacon who broke the silence on the scene first. After he said this, he took the sword back into its sheath.

Lin Yun also drew the sword, and the momentum in his body quickly faded, and the Wuhun behind him disappeared.

There was silence at the scene.

All the disciples were staring at Lin Yun in a stun and seemed to want to find a wound from Lin Yun.

However, no matter how they searched, they were unable to find any injuries to Lin Yun.

"How is possible! After Lin Yun took out the deacon sword, he was completely unharmed!"

"I'm .. I must be dreaming, right? Third level samurai and nine level warrior worlds could still survive without swords!"

"I dare say that there are absolutely no disciples in the inner door, to be able to do this!"

"No... won't you release the water after the accident?"

All the disciples could not believe the image they saw in their eyes, this image was too shocking, and it subverted their idea.

Lin Yun did not say anything. After returning the sword to its scabbard, he rushed straight towards the inner disciple's room.

Just as Lin Yun rushed over, the deacon's voice rang out again: "I know your purpose of entering, so before you enter, I'd like to give you some advice."

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"Some people you cannot hurt !!"

When speaking the last sentence, the deacon deliberately worsened his tone, as if he was reminding Lin Yun something.

Clearly, the deacon knew something, but he did not dare to say it.

Hearing the deacon's suggestion, Lin Yun still did not speak, and his progress move still did not stop.

In an instant, Lin Yun rushed into the corridor of the inner door disciple room. That seemingly thin body was drowning in darkness ...