Chapter 1177
As Lin Yun's voice fell, the front of the two swordsmen had obviously changed, and there was an invisible momentum vying for each other on the battlefield.
Neither of them was in a hurry, their eyes fixed on each other, each looking for a flaw in the other.
The leaders of all parties in the audience all turned their attention to it, and they all seemed quite touched.
"This Lin Yun is not an ordinary madman! Zhao Yan is one of the top 1,000 ruthless men on the Star Sovereign List, and he has a lot of fame in the entire Eastern Wilderness. Among the Star Sovereigns, there are not many people who don't know him. Even if he doesn't use holy soldiers, no matter how many venerables of the small gods realm will not be his opponents."
"I don't know where the monsters came from. Xingjun didn't even come to him, so he dared to be so public. Zhao Yan is willing to fight with him. It can be said that he looks down on him very much."
"Interesting, Cangjianlou doesn't even want to borrow his holy soldiers. Could it be that his sword is a magic weapon?"
One-sided remarks, obviously nothing strange.
After all, one is famous and the other is unknown.
The top 1,000 Star Kings are an exaggerated ranking. This list contains all the Star Kings in the East Wasteland, and there is no age limit.
At a young age, ranking in the top 1,000 among millions of tens of millions of stars, one can imagine how terrifying it is. The leader of Qingyan County still trusts Zhao Yan quite a bit, and feels that he can definitely step on Lin Yun without even needing ten moves.
This guy is so calm!
But Zhao Yan on the stage didn't mean to look down on him at all, and his expression was extremely solemn.
Don't worry, let's get started!
There was no flaw in the opponent's qi, and Zhao Yan planned to use his strength to break through and crush Lin Yun directly.
He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the sword stance on his body changed accordingly, countless thunder lights burst out from the body, and the dark clouds rolled in the sky.
Clang!
When the blade was unsheathed, Zhao Yan's great sword intent burst out, detonating the entire Qingyan Square, and the dazzling sword light could not open his eyes.
The majestic sword force surged out like a tide, trying to engulf Lin Yun in it.
But this sword momentum was only halfway through, and it was met with great resistance. The burial flower was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword rushed into the sky.
Bang!
The two swords collided fiercely, making a loud noise, and the eardrums of the shocked person trembled.
"Tongtian Sword Intent! It's still the realm of Dacheng!"
Everyone turned pale in shock, and looked at Lin Yun with trembling eyes. Before entering Xingjun, he actually cultivated Sword Intent to such a high level.
The group was caught off guard and couldn't help exclaiming.
"really!"
The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched into a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, his intuition was indeed correct, this guy really mastered the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent before entering Xingjun.
war!
He roared and took a step forward, as if shrinking into an inch, and when the footsteps fell, he stepped directly in front of Lin Yun.
The core sacred pattern in the Thunder Shadow Sword was activated, and the sacred sword of the great hundred cauldrons seemed to be pressing towards Lin Yun like a mountain peak.
hum! hum! hum!
The vast and pure power, along with the falling of the sword body, squeezed and swayed layers of ripples like the surface of water. If it wasn't for Lin Yun's physical strength, the pressure alone would be enough to cause internal injuries.
Bang!
Lin Yun poured his true essence into the sword, and with a reckless blow, he was immediately knocked back several steps.
The holy sword is the holy sword, even if it can't fully display its power, it is still terrifyingly strong.
"First move."
The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched into a smile, stopped in place, and said lightly.
hum!
The funeral flower trembled a few times, showing its sharp edge, but it was only a super-grade Taoist soldier, and it was very unconvinced.
Not convinced?
Then kill it!
Lin Yun clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the burial flower sword swayed layers of light, circles of sword light, lingering with countless petals, making the whole body space seem to be in a dream scene.
That sword?
Before Zhao Yan could think about it, a ray of cold light was already blooming in front of his eyes, and the tip of the sword of the funeral flower condensed a cold light comparable to the stars.
Whoosh!
The fierce sword light, accompanied by the violent sword wind, made his skin extremely painful.
"You take my sword too!"
Zhao Yan waved his hand and slashed out a sword, but the only thing that could be smashed was the afterimage. The real sword body pierced his right shoulder with Ling Lie sword intent.
So fast!
Zhao Yan's face changed slightly, and he withdrew his toes, but Lin Yun seemed to be a prophet. The body turned in a circle in the air, as agile as Qingluan, a sword stabbed between his eyebrows, and the sword became even more deadly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the void, the figures of the two people staggered, the sword light danced wildly, and the afterimages overlapped.
When Zhao Yan fell, there was no way to retreat, and he had to hold the sword in his heart.
when!
The tip of the sword pierced the opponent's sword, the sound of the collision of gold and stone sounded, and Zhao Yan kept retreating as the sparks splashed.
"Clouds cover the sun!"
The two were considered to be testing each other, but Lin Yun didn't give each other a chance to breathe, a green luan burst out from his body, and the first sword of Fuyun's Thirteen Swords was sacrificed in the blink of an eye.
"Lei Jiao!"
Zhao Yan was not surprised, the Holy Spirit Martial Arts came out at the same time, and a Lei Jiao flew out behind him.
Boom!
Compared with the real Holy Spirit, Qingluan is obviously much different. Zhao Yan, who was passively beaten, finally got a chance to breathe.
Immediately gaining power, Lei Yingjian drew an arc in his hand, and the arc slash with a length of several hundred meters swept over with the roaring Lei Jiao.
He wants to shatter the opponent's Qingluan with one blow, so that the opponent's Thirteen Clouds Sword cannot release its true power.
As long as Lin Yun took a half step back, the battle would be over.
"The wind blows the clouds!"
"Nine clouds move!"
"Swallow the cloud into a dragon!"
...
"The blue sky goes straight up!"
But who knows, Lin Yun just shook his wrist, that is, the boundless sword intent, covering the sky and the sun, and unleashing all the ten swords of Fuyun's Thirteen Swords in one breath.
Click!
The thunder arc light blade, which seemed to cut the space in half, was directly chopped, and then turned into countless thunder light fragments to illuminate the void.
Ten Qingluans flew up and down around Lin Yun, and the majestic sword force had already suppressed Lei Jiao's holy spirit.
"My sword is like a dragon!"
Zhao Yan's expression was solemn, and there was a dragon roar in his body. Under the influence of this momentum, Lei Jiao transformed into a dazzling thunder dragon in the sky.
He drove straight in and killed Lin Yun, who was surrounded by Qingluan. He had the arrogance of giving up on me and standing alone against a million troops.
He was surrounded by heavy electric lights, making the entire sky darken, and one person, one sword, advanced by leaps and bounds.
He wants a sword to destroy all my Qingluan.
Really big appetite!
Lin Yun's expression was dignified and he didn't dare to be careless. Ten green luans took off up and down, like lightning bolts, chaotically crossing, and developing an endless sea of clouds.
Surrounded by Qingluan, he turned into a majestic mountain, standing in the heart of the cloud.
The fusion of the two different swords of the cloud and the mountain makes the vast battle platform seem boundless and small at this moment.
"Blue Stars!"
Lin Yun took a deep breath of air, and when he raised his eyes, the light in his eyes surged, and he rose into the air to meet the opponent's extremely astonishing sword.
Boom!
The sword on his body is as thick as a mountain, and his footsteps are entangled in the air, like a mountain of gods rising from the ground. The statue of the beast under his feet trembled violently, and the air was squeezed out by the sword force, forming dozens of sword-blade storms whistling in all directions.
call out!
When Bi Luo Xingchen was fully displayed, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun's body.
At the moment when the eleven Qingluans circled in the void, the sky opened a gap, and a boundless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun's head in the night. In that starry sky, there was an unimaginably huge figure, holding a sword and flying down from nine days away.
Bang!
When the figure between the stars and Lin Yun overlapped, the dazzling sword light instantly met Zhao Yan's ultimate move.
Ka Ka Ka Ka!
The two swords Raiying and Fuhua collided fiercely in the air, each with a continuous vision behind them, consolidating and improving their swordsmanship.
Behind Zhao Yan, Lei Jiao turned into a dragon, circling and roaring non-stop, as if the clouds were spreading rain, making the sky dark, thunderclouds rolling, and lightning constantly piercing the darkness.
Behind Lin Yun, eleven green luans circled in a circle, flying non-stop, making the edge of the funeral flower in his hand continue to soar.
It's a long story, but it's all done in the blink of an eye.
Clang!
The sound of the shocking sword reverberated through the heavens and the earth, and the faces of the two were extremely close.
When their respective sword powers reached their peak, the entangled true essence, vision, and sword intent exploded, sending the two men flying out of the air.
Boom!
The pool in the center of Qingyan Square immediately swayed one after another of water columns, and the thousand-zhang giant blade trapped in the chain trembled.
"Funeral flowers!"
Lin Yunren was backing away, but he didn't look flustered at all, and all the scattered sword stances condensed crazily on the sword. It was as if all the light in the world had gathered here, and even the sword light on Lin Yun's body had dimmed. Only that sword had caught the world's attention and could not be ignored.
hum!
At this moment, one person and one sword, the mind is connected, the human and sword are united, and the energy and momentum are all condensed in this sword.
cut!
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the funeral flower turned into a fright and flew out, stabbing straight at the retreating opponent.
Damn it!
The pupils in Zhao Yan's eyes shrank sharply, and he cursed inwardly. He did not expect that in the terrifying confrontation just now, Lin Yun still had the energy and mind to control the sword in his hand.
The speed of the two people's explosive retreat is involuntary, their breath is disordered, their true essence has not been recovered, and even their visions have been shattered.
But the other party ignored it and threw the sword in his hand, which was too risky.
snort!
It's too naive to try to beat me like this, so let's stop there.
Zhao Yan's feet sank, ignoring the turbulent qi and blood in his body, and forcibly sank in mid-air. At the moment of landing, he shouted angrily, "Raikage!"
The holy patterns in his sword were urged one by one, and when Jinghong was about to kill him, he slashed his sword violently.
clang!
The sound of the golden stone shattering sounded again, Zhao Yan spit out blood, and was severely injured, but he also slammed the burial foil and flew out like a meteor.
The difference between a swordsman with a sword and without a sword in his hand can be too great, and he can easily inflict heavy damage on the opponent with just one sword.
boom!
The funeral flower landed in the center of the square like lightning, and a circle of bright sword lights erupted, knocking several people around.
"What about people?"
But when Zhao Yan was about to lock on Lin Yun, he was horrified to find that Lin Yun had disappeared from his field of vision.
behind!
A chill emerged from behind, and Zhao Yan turned around as if he had eyes on his back. The moment he turned around, he slashed out at the same time.
"you are too slow!"
Lin Yun's voice sounded in his ears, and he didn't have time to turn around.
The sword is like a fist, the fist is like a sword, the fist and the sword are one!
Lin Yun, who blasted hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye, blasted Zhao Yan's body-protecting real energy into pieces, and then spit out blood and was blasted directly out.
As soon as he landed, Lin Yun once again disappeared from Zhao Yan's eyes.
"I won't hit the same trap twice!"
Zhao Yan almost didn't think about it, he turned around and slashed out with a sword.
No matter how many punches the opponent hits him, as long as he has a breath, he only needs one sword to hit the opponent and end the fight.
But halfway through, Zhao Yan stopped, his eyes were very keen.
It was discovered that what remained in front of him was just an afterimage, so he turned around decisively and chopped the sword out.
Bang!
An afterimage was torn into countless pieces by Lei Ying in his hand, and the bursting sword beam was castrated. On the vast water surface, a monstrous water curtain was set off, and then hit the stove with the thousand-zhang giant sword in full bloom.
when! when! when!
A dull sound resembling a thousand-year-old bell resounded, endlessly, echoing between the heavens and the earth.
Feeling that Zhao Yan had been fooled, the corner of his mouth twitched and he turned around immediately.
"Sword come!"
This time, it was indeed Lin Yun's real body in front of him, but the time it took him to strike out that sword was long enough for Lin Yun to recall the funeral flower into his hands.
The moment he turned around, Lin Yun grabbed the funeral flower that flew by astonishingly, and stabbed it out.
boom!
The tip of the sword hovered between Zhao Yan's eyebrows, as if the other party took the initiative to turn around and bumped into him.
There was blood seeping out from Zhao Yan's eyebrows, and then bleeding along the bridge of his nose. At this moment, he didn't dare to breathe. He only needed a single sword to injure Lin Yun, but this sword had not been able to be successfully chopped out from the beginning to the end, and now he is completely afraid to move.
"I lost."
After saying the three words, Zhao Yan let out a long sigh of relief, he knew that the other party was showing mercy.
Otherwise, the sword would have pierced his forehead.
But the opponent's sword didn't seem to have any intention of letting go, its edge was wanton, and he couldn't open his eyes from the stab.
Zhao Yan's heart was suspended again in an instant, thinking that the other party had blinded Chen Ying's eyes and cut Yan Zijing's throat.
The ruthless person ranked in the top 1,000 of the Star Lords list, couldn't help trembling at the moment, Zhao Yan's lips trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Lin, the Famous Sword Conference, forbid...forbid...killer. "
Lin Yun showed a helpless look on his face, and smiled bitterly: "You can praise it a few words, I can't control it a little bit."
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, before he realized that Lin Yun was referring to the sword in his hand. The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he said softly: "The funeral flower is really amazing, the sword in my hand is not as good as it is."
Buzz!
The body of the sword trembled, as if it snorted twice before it turned into a scabbard.
Neither of them was in a hurry, their eyes fixed on each other, each looking for a flaw in the other.
The leaders of all parties in the audience all turned their attention to it, and they all seemed quite touched.
"This Lin Yun is not an ordinary madman! Zhao Yan is one of the top 1,000 ruthless men on the Star Sovereign List, and he has a lot of fame in the entire Eastern Wilderness. Among the Star Sovereigns, there are not many people who don't know him. Even if he doesn't use holy soldiers, no matter how many venerables of the small gods realm will not be his opponents."
"I don't know where the monsters came from. Xingjun didn't even come to him, so he dared to be so public. Zhao Yan is willing to fight with him. It can be said that he looks down on him very much."
"Interesting, Cangjianlou doesn't even want to borrow his holy soldiers. Could it be that his sword is a magic weapon?"
One-sided remarks, obviously nothing strange.
After all, one is famous and the other is unknown.
The top 1,000 Star Kings are an exaggerated ranking. This list contains all the Star Kings in the East Wasteland, and there is no age limit.
At a young age, ranking in the top 1,000 among millions of tens of millions of stars, one can imagine how terrifying it is. The leader of Qingyan County still trusts Zhao Yan quite a bit, and feels that he can definitely step on Lin Yun without even needing ten moves.
This guy is so calm!
But Zhao Yan on the stage didn't mean to look down on him at all, and his expression was extremely solemn.
Don't worry, let's get started!
There was no flaw in the opponent's qi, and Zhao Yan planned to use his strength to break through and crush Lin Yun directly.
He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, the sword stance on his body changed accordingly, countless thunder lights burst out from the body, and the dark clouds rolled in the sky.
Clang!
When the blade was unsheathed, Zhao Yan's great sword intent burst out, detonating the entire Qingyan Square, and the dazzling sword light could not open his eyes.
The majestic sword force surged out like a tide, trying to engulf Lin Yun in it.
But this sword momentum was only halfway through, and it was met with great resistance. The burial flower was unsheathed, and the sound of the sword rushed into the sky.
Bang!
The two swords collided fiercely, making a loud noise, and the eardrums of the shocked person trembled.
"Tongtian Sword Intent! It's still the realm of Dacheng!"
Everyone turned pale in shock, and looked at Lin Yun with trembling eyes. Before entering Xingjun, he actually cultivated Sword Intent to such a high level.
The group was caught off guard and couldn't help exclaiming.
"really!"
The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched into a smile, his eyes narrowed slightly, his intuition was indeed correct, this guy really mastered the Heaven-reaching Sword Intent before entering Xingjun.
war!
He roared and took a step forward, as if shrinking into an inch, and when the footsteps fell, he stepped directly in front of Lin Yun.
The core sacred pattern in the Thunder Shadow Sword was activated, and the sacred sword of the great hundred cauldrons seemed to be pressing towards Lin Yun like a mountain peak.
hum! hum! hum!
The vast and pure power, along with the falling of the sword body, squeezed and swayed layers of ripples like the surface of water. If it wasn't for Lin Yun's physical strength, the pressure alone would be enough to cause internal injuries.
Bang!
Lin Yun poured his true essence into the sword, and with a reckless blow, he was immediately knocked back several steps.
The holy sword is the holy sword, even if it can't fully display its power, it is still terrifyingly strong.
"First move."
The corner of Zhao Yan's mouth twitched into a smile, stopped in place, and said lightly.
hum!
The funeral flower trembled a few times, showing its sharp edge, but it was only a super-grade Taoist soldier, and it was very unconvinced.
Not convinced?
Then kill it!
Lin Yun clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the burial flower sword swayed layers of light, circles of sword light, lingering with countless petals, making the whole body space seem to be in a dream scene.
That sword?
Before Zhao Yan could think about it, a ray of cold light was already blooming in front of his eyes, and the tip of the sword of the funeral flower condensed a cold light comparable to the stars.
Whoosh!
The fierce sword light, accompanied by the violent sword wind, made his skin extremely painful.
"You take my sword too!"
Zhao Yan waved his hand and slashed out a sword, but the only thing that could be smashed was the afterimage. The real sword body pierced his right shoulder with Ling Lie sword intent.
So fast!
Zhao Yan's face changed slightly, and he withdrew his toes, but Lin Yun seemed to be a prophet. The body turned in a circle in the air, as agile as Qingluan, a sword stabbed between his eyebrows, and the sword became even more deadly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the void, the figures of the two people staggered, the sword light danced wildly, and the afterimages overlapped.
When Zhao Yan fell, there was no way to retreat, and he had to hold the sword in his heart.
when!
The tip of the sword pierced the opponent's sword, the sound of the collision of gold and stone sounded, and Zhao Yan kept retreating as the sparks splashed.
"Clouds cover the sun!"
The two were considered to be testing each other, but Lin Yun didn't give each other a chance to breathe, a green luan burst out from his body, and the first sword of Fuyun's Thirteen Swords was sacrificed in the blink of an eye.
"Lei Jiao!"
Zhao Yan was not surprised, the Holy Spirit Martial Arts came out at the same time, and a Lei Jiao flew out behind him.
Boom!
Compared with the real Holy Spirit, Qingluan is obviously much different. Zhao Yan, who was passively beaten, finally got a chance to breathe.
Immediately gaining power, Lei Yingjian drew an arc in his hand, and the arc slash with a length of several hundred meters swept over with the roaring Lei Jiao.
He wants to shatter the opponent's Qingluan with one blow, so that the opponent's Thirteen Clouds Sword cannot release its true power.
As long as Lin Yun took a half step back, the battle would be over.
"The wind blows the clouds!"
"Nine clouds move!"
"Swallow the cloud into a dragon!"
...
"The blue sky goes straight up!"
But who knows, Lin Yun just shook his wrist, that is, the boundless sword intent, covering the sky and the sun, and unleashing all the ten swords of Fuyun's Thirteen Swords in one breath.
Click!
The thunder arc light blade, which seemed to cut the space in half, was directly chopped, and then turned into countless thunder light fragments to illuminate the void.
Ten Qingluans flew up and down around Lin Yun, and the majestic sword force had already suppressed Lei Jiao's holy spirit.
"My sword is like a dragon!"
Zhao Yan's expression was solemn, and there was a dragon roar in his body. Under the influence of this momentum, Lei Jiao transformed into a dazzling thunder dragon in the sky.
He drove straight in and killed Lin Yun, who was surrounded by Qingluan. He had the arrogance of giving up on me and standing alone against a million troops.
He was surrounded by heavy electric lights, making the entire sky darken, and one person, one sword, advanced by leaps and bounds.
He wants a sword to destroy all my Qingluan.
Really big appetite!
Lin Yun's expression was dignified and he didn't dare to be careless. Ten green luans took off up and down, like lightning bolts, chaotically crossing, and developing an endless sea of clouds.
Surrounded by Qingluan, he turned into a majestic mountain, standing in the heart of the cloud.
The fusion of the two different swords of the cloud and the mountain makes the vast battle platform seem boundless and small at this moment.
"Blue Stars!"
Lin Yun took a deep breath of air, and when he raised his eyes, the light in his eyes surged, and he rose into the air to meet the opponent's extremely astonishing sword.
Boom!
The sword on his body is as thick as a mountain, and his footsteps are entangled in the air, like a mountain of gods rising from the ground. The statue of the beast under his feet trembled violently, and the air was squeezed out by the sword force, forming dozens of sword-blade storms whistling in all directions.
call out!
When Bi Luo Xingchen was fully displayed, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun's body.
At the moment when the eleven Qingluans circled in the void, the sky opened a gap, and a boundless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun's head in the night. In that starry sky, there was an unimaginably huge figure, holding a sword and flying down from nine days away.
Bang!
When the figure between the stars and Lin Yun overlapped, the dazzling sword light instantly met Zhao Yan's ultimate move.
Ka Ka Ka Ka!
The two swords Raiying and Fuhua collided fiercely in the air, each with a continuous vision behind them, consolidating and improving their swordsmanship.
Behind Zhao Yan, Lei Jiao turned into a dragon, circling and roaring non-stop, as if the clouds were spreading rain, making the sky dark, thunderclouds rolling, and lightning constantly piercing the darkness.
Behind Lin Yun, eleven green luans circled in a circle, flying non-stop, making the edge of the funeral flower in his hand continue to soar.
It's a long story, but it's all done in the blink of an eye.
Clang!
The sound of the shocking sword reverberated through the heavens and the earth, and the faces of the two were extremely close.
When their respective sword powers reached their peak, the entangled true essence, vision, and sword intent exploded, sending the two men flying out of the air.
Boom!
The pool in the center of Qingyan Square immediately swayed one after another of water columns, and the thousand-zhang giant blade trapped in the chain trembled.
"Funeral flowers!"
Lin Yunren was backing away, but he didn't look flustered at all, and all the scattered sword stances condensed crazily on the sword. It was as if all the light in the world had gathered here, and even the sword light on Lin Yun's body had dimmed. Only that sword had caught the world's attention and could not be ignored.
hum!
At this moment, one person and one sword, the mind is connected, the human and sword are united, and the energy and momentum are all condensed in this sword.
cut!
Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the funeral flower turned into a fright and flew out, stabbing straight at the retreating opponent.
Damn it!
The pupils in Zhao Yan's eyes shrank sharply, and he cursed inwardly. He did not expect that in the terrifying confrontation just now, Lin Yun still had the energy and mind to control the sword in his hand.
The speed of the two people's explosive retreat is involuntary, their breath is disordered, their true essence has not been recovered, and even their visions have been shattered.
But the other party ignored it and threw the sword in his hand, which was too risky.
snort!
It's too naive to try to beat me like this, so let's stop there.
Zhao Yan's feet sank, ignoring the turbulent qi and blood in his body, and forcibly sank in mid-air. At the moment of landing, he shouted angrily, "Raikage!"
The holy patterns in his sword were urged one by one, and when Jinghong was about to kill him, he slashed his sword violently.
clang!
The sound of the golden stone shattering sounded again, Zhao Yan spit out blood, and was severely injured, but he also slammed the burial foil and flew out like a meteor.
The difference between a swordsman with a sword and without a sword in his hand can be too great, and he can easily inflict heavy damage on the opponent with just one sword.
boom!
The funeral flower landed in the center of the square like lightning, and a circle of bright sword lights erupted, knocking several people around.
"What about people?"
But when Zhao Yan was about to lock on Lin Yun, he was horrified to find that Lin Yun had disappeared from his field of vision.
behind!
A chill emerged from behind, and Zhao Yan turned around as if he had eyes on his back. The moment he turned around, he slashed out at the same time.
"you are too slow!"
Lin Yun's voice sounded in his ears, and he didn't have time to turn around.
The sword is like a fist, the fist is like a sword, the fist and the sword are one!
Lin Yun, who blasted hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye, blasted Zhao Yan's body-protecting real energy into pieces, and then spit out blood and was blasted directly out.
As soon as he landed, Lin Yun once again disappeared from Zhao Yan's eyes.
"I won't hit the same trap twice!"
Zhao Yan almost didn't think about it, he turned around and slashed out with a sword.
No matter how many punches the opponent hits him, as long as he has a breath, he only needs one sword to hit the opponent and end the fight.
But halfway through, Zhao Yan stopped, his eyes were very keen.
It was discovered that what remained in front of him was just an afterimage, so he turned around decisively and chopped the sword out.
Bang!
An afterimage was torn into countless pieces by Lei Ying in his hand, and the bursting sword beam was castrated. On the vast water surface, a monstrous water curtain was set off, and then hit the stove with the thousand-zhang giant sword in full bloom.
when! when! when!
A dull sound resembling a thousand-year-old bell resounded, endlessly, echoing between the heavens and the earth.
Feeling that Zhao Yan had been fooled, the corner of his mouth twitched and he turned around immediately.
"Sword come!"
This time, it was indeed Lin Yun's real body in front of him, but the time it took him to strike out that sword was long enough for Lin Yun to recall the funeral flower into his hands.
The moment he turned around, Lin Yun grabbed the funeral flower that flew by astonishingly, and stabbed it out.
boom!
The tip of the sword hovered between Zhao Yan's eyebrows, as if the other party took the initiative to turn around and bumped into him.
There was blood seeping out from Zhao Yan's eyebrows, and then bleeding along the bridge of his nose. At this moment, he didn't dare to breathe. He only needed a single sword to injure Lin Yun, but this sword had not been able to be successfully chopped out from the beginning to the end, and now he is completely afraid to move.
"I lost."
After saying the three words, Zhao Yan let out a long sigh of relief, he knew that the other party was showing mercy.
Otherwise, the sword would have pierced his forehead.
But the opponent's sword didn't seem to have any intention of letting go, its edge was wanton, and he couldn't open his eyes from the stab.
Zhao Yan's heart was suspended again in an instant, thinking that the other party had blinded Chen Ying's eyes and cut Yan Zijing's throat.
The ruthless person ranked in the top 1,000 of the Star Lords list, couldn't help trembling at the moment, Zhao Yan's lips trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Brother Lin, the Famous Sword Conference, forbid...forbid...killer. "
Lin Yun showed a helpless look on his face, and smiled bitterly: "You can praise it a few words, I can't control it a little bit."
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, before he realized that Lin Yun was referring to the sword in his hand. The corners of his mouth twitched for a moment, and he said softly: "The funeral flower is really amazing, the sword in my hand is not as good as it is."
Buzz!
The body of the sword trembled, as if it snorted twice before it turned into a scabbard.
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