Chapter 395

"Protection!"

Luo Feng was startled, completely stunned, and couldn't help but let out a loud cry.

Seeing that Protector Mei punished Bai Ting and almost beat him to death, he thought things had turned around.

Even if Lin Yun was punished, it would not be too severe.

But when he heard that Protector Mei wanted to abolish one of Lin Yun's profound veins, he was completely dumbfounded.

How can these profound veins be destroyed, not to mention the pain caused by the fragmentation of the profound veins, this kind of retrogression in cultivation is a fatal blow to a warrior.

"Luo Feng, do you have something to say?"

Protector Mei said in a deep voice.

"Protection Mei, this Lin Yun's profound veins can't be broken. How did he come to the cultivation base, he was born in the magic lotus secret realm, and it was not easy to come by. The secret realm appears once every twenty years, how much can this life be? Twenty years, this waste, how can his cultivation level come back?" Luo Feng felt a panic in his heart, he couldn't care about much, and said a little excitedly: "Lin Yun has made great achievements for my sword pavilion, and his sword Killing the thief Moruo, let the thousand-year-old bell, Feng Ling cloud the sky. He single-handedly turned the tide at the Qiongtai Princess Banquet and strengthened the prestige of my sword pavilion.

On the tenth floor of the Dingbao Hall, Xueluo fell to the wasteland, and the legend reappeared. Are these not enough? The black refining demon pills, remnants of martial arts, top-quality medicinal pills, and ancient secret treasures that he dedicated to the sect have just been counted and put into the Hall of Merit. "

"So, he killed nine people in a row in the Jiange, ignoring the sect rules, I still have to reward him?"

Hufa Mei turned around and shouted in a deep voice. Luo Feng was excited, trembling all over, and his voice was a little choked: "The iron law of the sect... Ten years ago, you said the same thing. Take your life! Without Big Brother Ye, do you have the position of Dharma protector today?

? Ten years later, you said the iron law of the sect, this time I disagree. Dharma protector, Xin Jue is already dead, and Xin Yan has not woken up from a coma, so why must Lin Yun have to abolish another profound vein! "

Hufa Mei looked slightly startled, recalling the past, and inexplicable pain welled up in her heart.

"Jiange Iron Law, if you can't protect the people who are loyal to Jiange, what's the use of him? Protect the law, take it back."

Luo Feng looked at Protector Mei and persuaded in a deep voice.

Lin Yun had already closed his eyes, and there was a tear in the corner of his eyes. He thought that the tears had already flowed out in the ten days of Jianlin's burial.

But today, he still couldn't hold back.

"Protection, don't abolish Senior Brother Lin's profound veins. If Wang Yan kills him, he will kill him. He is usually domineering and humiliating his fellow disciples. Has he done less?"

"This Gentlemen's League is the cancer of the Jiange, and it should have been disbanded long ago. Senior Brother Lin Yun killed well today, but he gave us a bad breath!"

"Although I haven't had any dealings with Senior Brother Lin, I have never heard of Senior Brother Lin, and there are rumors of bullying fellow students."

...

Luo Feng's love, his words from the bottom of his heart, moved many disciples of Jiange outside Xiaoyun Square.

They all stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and pleaded for Lin Yun.

They are Jiange disciples, and even the cultivation of the Xuanwu realm is not easy. The pain and consequences of losing a profound vein are simply a catastrophic blow.

The will is a little weak, and the road of martial arts may be understood.

Seeing the densely packed sect disciples kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Protector Mei's expression changed slightly.

Jiange had never seen such a shocking scene before, which made him feel embarrassed for a while.

Pfft!

But again, Lin Yun closed his eyes, and suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood. His already pale complexion, without the slightest bit of blood, was swaying, as if the dry and thin branches would fall down with the wind, a little desolate.

The aura of the ninth level of Xuanwu on his body suddenly plummeted.

Cut off your profound veins!

The sudden scene shocked everyone, including Hufa Mei, whose expressions changed drastically.

"Lin Yun!"

Elder Luo Feng, the first to rush up, said with tears in his eyes: "Why bother...you child, it's always like this." Lin Yun squeezed out a smile and comforted: "Elder Luo, don't make it difficult for Protector Mei. Now, maybe this decision may not have been made by him, and it is not something he can change. Besides, the sword pavilion has been established for so long, and there are no rules and no rules. It can save me from the death penalty. It has already been charitable outside the law.

correct. "

When the voice fell, he looked at the thousands of disciples who were begging for him in the dilapidated square, and said with hands: "I and you, at most, have only a few faces, but today I can speak generously for me, kneel down and beg for mercy, Lin Yun I am ashamed. With all the brothers and sisters, the prestige of the sword pavilion will last forever."

"Junior Brother Lin..."

On the broken Xiaoyun Square, the sect disciples who got up looked at each other with shock.

Such a result is really unpredictable.

Hufa Mei sighed in her heart, and silently came to Lin Yun, without saying a word, and patted him three times on the shoulder.

Every time a shot was taken, a thick stream of true essence penetrated into Lin Yun's body, alleviating the injury of the profound veins in his body from self-severing.

After waiting for three times, the pain that was piercing my lungs disappeared.

"Siguoyazhong, you are not allowed to bring a sword or have a storage bag. Trust me and give it to me for safekeeping."

Protector Mei said softly.

Lin Yun nodded, took off the sword case behind him, and looked at the ancient sword case. There is his funeral foil in the box, which has never been separated from himself since he got it.

Half a lifetime of duckweed died with the water, and a famous flower was buried in the cold rain overnight. The soul is willow cotton blowing to pieces, you go and I stay, two autumns.

Suddenly, the verses that he had thought in his ears when he first got this sword.

Many pictures flashed in my mind, he went from Qingyunzong, he went from a humble sword slave to the present. There have been life and death, parting, despair, and sadness, but this sword never leaves or abandons.

Handing the sword box to Hufa Mei, Lin Yun took off the storage bag and handed it out solemnly.

In the storage bag, there are many treasures and secrets.

But Protector Mei must be a trustworthy person, so you don't have to think too much about it.

"Let's go."

Hufa Mei personally led the way and took Lin Yun to Jiange Siguoya.

In the eyes of everyone who was a little lost, the back of the youth in the green shirt disappeared little by little, and there were many sighs in Xiaoyun Square.

Lin Yun, although others are gone, he is destined to leave an indelible impression on the disciples of Jiange.

He has too many, too many memories worth remembering.

Tianjiao evildoer, outstanding person, his name and his sword are well-deserved.

Sunset goes west.

After witnessing a big show, Qin Yu and others, who never showed up from beginning to end, rushed back to the imperial capital.

Along the way, the members of the Qingxuan Society around Qin Yu were filled with emotion when they mentioned what happened in Xiaoyun Square during the day.

These people are all at the peak of the tenth level of Xuanwu, and even the top masters of the half-step Zifu. They are second only to the eighth master in the Daqin Empire in terms of reputation and strength.

But seeing Lin Yun doing all kinds of things today, he didn't say much, but he had some admiration in his heart.

To cut off his profound veins, to act so cruel to himself, he asks himself that no one can do it.

Qin Yu was in a pretty good mood. Although Lin Yun didn't die, he cut his profound veins and was doomed.

Even if he is lucky enough to be promoted to the Xuanwu level again, it is not a matter of this year. At the end of the year, the Dragon Gate Competition will definitely be nothing to him.

Besides, the living Lin Yun was more valuable to him than the dead Lin Yun.

Da da da!

Walking to the normal, in the wild mountains and ridges, suddenly the dust billows in front. A group of murderous people rode on monster horses, blocking the way of Qin Yu and others.

Everyone was immediately amazed, how dare anyone in the Qin Empire be so bold.

You dare to block Qin Yu's way, are you impatient?

"Eldest Prince, I'll go take a look?"

Xuan Tianzong Han Gang asked in a deep voice, frowning slightly.

Qin Yu smiled and said softly: "Don't be nervous, you all step back first, it's just a bunch of waste dogs."

"But……"

"Go back first."

Qin Yu's smile continued.

When the others saw this, they didn't say much. They all knew that the words of His Highness the First Prince would never be repeated three times. Once said three times, the consequences will be disastrous.

He has already said twice to ask everyone to back off, so naturally he didn't dare to persuade him again.

After a while, the members of the Qingxuan Society and the guards surrounded by Qin Yu receded like a tide, leaving him alone walking towards him.

After the dust, these menacing warriors were none other than others.

It was the Great Qin Empire, one of the four major clans of the Wang clan, led by the contemporary patriarch of the Wang clan, Wang Tian!

Looking at Qin Yu who came alone, Wang Tian's face was extremely gloomy, and he even contained a strong killing intent.

"Eldest prince, you are so daring, aren't you afraid that the old man will kill you in a fit of rage?"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Wang Tian gritted his teeth and said.

Qin Yu's handsome face was calm, and he smiled softly: "It was Lin Yun who killed Wang Yan, I'm afraid you have found the wrong person."

"It was indeed Lin Yun who killed Wang Yan, but it was you Qin Yu who kept Wang Yan in the High Heaven Sword Pavilion!"

Wang Tian stretched his finger to Qin Yu and shouted angrily.

"If you didn't say again and again that Wang Yan is safer in the Jiange than the palace, how would I let him go to the Jiange? Your Highness is really a good plan! Donkey, good trick!"

"Is there? I'm curious, what did I ask your Wang family to do for me?"

"It's interesting to pretend to be stupid... If I hadn't obeyed your orders, why would my Wang family take the risk and kill the core disciples?"

"My order? Hehe, who did I instruct, the patriarch will tell me."

Qin Yu had an innocent look on his face, and folded his arms around his chest.

"You asked Wang Yan to tell me personally..."

But before the words were finished, Wang Tian's face suddenly changed greatly, Wang Yan was already dead, and there was no evidence of his death.

His eyes looked at the other party again, the other party folded his arms around his chest, and the smile on his face was clearly full of teasing.

"The patriarch continues to talk, why don't you say it? This story is really interesting, I haven't heard enough."

Qin Yu grinned, with a light face.

"I kill you!"

Wang Tian was in a rage, trembling with anger, and rose from the beast and horse. The gust of wind suddenly rose, and the killing intent was boiling, killing the past like lightning.