Shenwu Yutianlei

Shen Yun clamped his legs tightly around Feiying Bear Horse's belly, and pulled the reins with his right hand, causing Feiying Bear Horse to neigh. He took a deep breath, his eyes became extremely firm, and all the strength in his body seemed to gather together in an instant. Then, he leaned back slightly, and in an extremely agile posture, he jumped up from Feiying Bear Horse like an arrow from a bow.

Shen Yun's body drew a graceful arc in the air, his arms stretched naturally to keep his body balanced. His clothes fluttered, his hair flew, and he exuded a sharp and free-spirited aura. When he was about to land, his feet stepped firmly on the ground, making a dull sound and stirring up a cloud of dust, showing his powerful strength and extraordinary skills.

The encirclement gradually narrowed, like a net that was getting tighter and tighter, trapping Shen Yun in it. The black-clothed men around him had fierce eyes and ferocious faces. The swords in their hands flashed with cold light, which looked particularly gloomy and terrifying in the dim environment. With an order, the black-clothed men launched a fierce attack. They pounced on Shen Yun like a group of hungry wolves. The shouts of killing and the sounds of swords intertwined and filled the entire space.

Shen Yun's eyes were as sharp as lightning. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and the spiritual power in his body surged out. He turned his wrist quickly, and the sword began to dance, the speed was getting faster and faster, forming a blurred sword shadow. The "Blue Lotus Sword Art" was brought to its extreme in his hands. Every movement of his was smooth and natural, as if it was integrated with the sword art.

As he danced, virtual images of green lotus blossomed around him. These virtual images of green lotus were lifelike, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura. Each green lotus contained a powerful force, as if it had life, and repelled the black-clothed men who approached him one by one. After those black-clothed men in the seventh level of Qi Refining Realm were hit by the virtual images of green lotus, their bodies were like being hit hard, and they flew backwards, spurting blood from their mouths.

The black-clothed men of the ninth level of Qi Refining Realm were furious when they saw this, and they took the lead in launching a more ferocious attack. These black-clothed men used all their skills, and their moves were fierce and tricky, trying to break through Shen Yun's defense. Their attacks came like a storm, dazzling people. But Shen Yun was not at all confused, his figure shuttled freely among the black-clothed people like a ghost, and cleverly avoided the fatal attacks again and again.

"The Green Lotus Sword Art at the level of mastery? Damn it, Shen Yun, you really deserve to die!" The man in black who was giving orders widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief and extreme resentment. He stared at Shen Yun intently, growling with gnashing teeth, his voice full of reluctance and anger.

In his opinion, the Blue Lotus Sword Art was difficult to practice, and few people could reach the level of mastery. Even he himself had only practiced to the level of mastery. Yes, just as Shen Yun guessed, the mastermind behind the attack on him was from within the Shen family.

The fact that Shen Yun in front of him could use it so skillfully made him extremely shocked and jealous. You know, although the entire Shen family has a deep foundation, there are only a few people who can practice the "Blue Lotus Sword Art" to the level of mastery!

A strong sense of frustration and crisis surged in his heart. He could not accept Shen Yun's outstanding achievements in martial arts. This gap made him feel as if he had become a joke, and Shen Yun's existence became a gap in his heart that could never be crossed. At this moment, his hatred for Shen Yun reached its peak, and he wished to tear him into pieces immediately.

The battle on the scene is in full swing.

Shen Yun's expression was stern, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, he watched all directions, listened to all directions, and did not miss any slight movement. In the fierce attack of the man in black, he dodged flexibly, like a butterfly dancing in a storm.

While dodging the attacks, he thrust out the sword in his hand at an astonishing speed, like lightning, and each swing of the sword hit the enemy's vital points with incredible accuracy. The men in black were killed before they even had time to react. His sword was so sharp that it frightened people. Wherever he went, the men in black fell down like harvested crops.

Shen Yun's figure appeared and disappeared in the crowd of black-clad people, as elusive as a ghost. The men in black tried their best to catch his trail, but they were unable to succeed. They could only watch their companions fall one by one, but they could not cause any substantial harm to Shen Yun.

At this time, Shen Yun had mastered the Blue Lotus Sword Art, and every move and form resonated with the power of heaven and earth. The sword in his hand danced, the sword shadows flew, and the virtual shadows of blue lotus blossomed around him. The sword shadows and the blue lotus intertwined with each other, forming a gorgeous and deadly scene, as if covering the entire battlefield.

As the battle continued, the aura around Shen Yun became stronger and stronger, and he exuded a kind of heart-pounding pressure. His momentum became stronger and stronger, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth, and turned into a god of war, unstoppable. Every time he swung his sword, it was with overwhelming force and endless power, the air was torn apart, and a sharp whistling sound was emitted.

Under his sword, the men in black felt unprecedented fear and despair. Their eyes were filled with horror and helplessness, as if they saw the god of death waving at them. Under Shen Yun's fierce attack, the men in black fell down in groups, their bodies were pierced by the sword, and blood splattered, staining the ground red.

However, Shen Yun became more and more courageous as the battle went on, as if he was invincible. His figure moved freely among the black-clad people, his sword shadows flying, and every attack accurately hit the enemy's vital points. His speed was as fast as lightning, making it impossible for the black-clad people to react. They could only watch their companions fall one by one.

Finally, under Shen Yun's fierce attack, all the men in black fell under his sword like dry grass swept by the wind. The men in black lay on the ground in all directions, each with a fatal sword wound, blood gushing out, staining the ground scarlet.

The sword of Shen Yun was also stained with the blood of the enemy. The deep red color slowly flowed on the sword, as if telling the fierceness of the battle. However, surprisingly, there was not a drop of enemy blood on Shen Yun's body. He was like a god of war who walked out of a sea of ​​blood, with an upright posture and no stain on him.

Shen Yun waved his sword expressionlessly, and the blood on the sword seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, and then it separated from the sword and turned into blood lines, flying towards the leader of the men in black who was giving orders. The blood lines danced in the air, like a group of ferocious blood snakes, with strong murderous intent, rushing straight towards the leader of the men in black.