Chapter 1375
The first thousand one hundred and seventy-seven chapters
As Lin Yun’s voice fell, the front of the two swordsmen obviously changed, and there was an invisible aura on the battlefield vying for each other.
Neither of them was too eager to move their hands, staring at each other, each looking for a flaw in the other.
All the leaders in the audience turned their eyes over, and they all seemed quite touched.
“Lin Yun is not an ordinary mad! Zhao Yan is one of the top thousand ruthless people on the Xingjun list. He has a good reputation throughout the Eastern Wilderness. There are not many people who don’t know him in Xingjun. Even if you don’t use Saint Soldiers, how many venerables of the Little God Pill Realm will not be his opponent.”
“I don’t know where the monsters came from. Xingjun didn’t even arrive, so he dared to make such an announcement. Zhao Yan was willing to fight him, so it can be said that he is worthy of him.”
“Interestingly, I don’t want him to be borrowed by the Tibetan sword tower. Is his sword a magic weapon?”
The one-sided remarks are obviously nothing strange.
After all, one is famous and the other is unknown.
The top one thousand on the Star Lords list is a very exaggerated ranking. This list contains the entire Eastern Horde Star Lords, and there is no age limit.
At a young age, he was ranked in the top 1,000 among the millions and tens of millions of stars. One can imagine how terrifying. The leader of Qingyan County City still trusted Zhao Yan quite a bit. He felt that he would definitely be able to trample Lin Yun under his feet, and he didn’t even need ten moves.
This guy is so calm!
But Zhao Yan on the stage didn’t mean to underestimate, his expression was solemn to the extreme.
No matter what, just do it!
There is no flaw in the opponent’s Qi machine, Zhao Yan intends to use his strength to break through and directly crush Lin Yun.
He stretched out his hand to hold the sword hilt, and the sword power on his body changed accordingly. Countless thunder light burst from his body, and dark clouds rolled in the sky.
Cang!
When the sword blade was unsheathed, Zhao Yan’s sword intent from the sky burst out, detonating the entire Qingyan Square, and the dazzling sword light couldn’t open his eyes.
The majestic sword power rushed out like a tide, trying to engulf Lin Yun in it.
But this sword force was only halfway through, and it was met with great resistance, the flower buried out of its sheath, the sound of the sword rushed into the sky, and the same sword intent of the great master of heaven blasted from Lin Yun.
Bang!
The two swords slammed into each other fiercely, and there was a loud noise, and the shocking person’s eardrums trembled.
“Tongtian sword intent! It’s still a realm of great success!”
Everyone was shocked, their eyes trembling when they looked at Lin Yun, before entering Xingjun, they had cultivated the 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 raised a smile, and his eyes narrowed slightly. His instinct was indeed correct. As expected, this guy had mastered the Heavenly Sword Intent before entering Xingjun.
war!
He roared and stepped forward, as if shrinking to an inch, waited until his footsteps fell, and walked directly in front of Lin Yun.
The core sacred pattern in the Thunder Shadow Sword was urged, and the great Baiding Sacred Sword, like a mountain peak pressing towards Lin Yun.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
The vast and pure power, as the sword fell, squeezed like water ripples. If Lin Yun hadn’t been physically superior, the pressure alone would be enough to be shaken out of internal injuries.
Bang!
Lin Yun poured his true essence into the sword body, took a reckless blow, and was immediately shaken back several steps.
The holy sword is the holy sword, even if it can’t bloom its full power, it is still strong and terrifying.
“The first move.”
Zhao Yan smiled at the corner of his mouth, stopped in place, and said faintly.
Buzz!
The funeral flower trembled a few times, and its sharp edge was full. It was just a super-grade Taoist soldier, and it was very unconvincing.
Not convinced?
Kill it then!
Lin Yun clasped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the sword of the flower burial dangled layers of light, and the sword light circle after circle, lingering in countless petals, made the whole body space seem to be in a dreamy scene.
That sword?
Zhao Yan had no time to think, a ray of cold light was already blooming before his eyes, and the tip of the flower-burial sword condensed a cold light comparable to the stars.
Huh!
The sharp sword light, accompanied by the violent sword wind, made his skin very painful.
“You also take my sword!”
Zhao Yan waved out a sword, but the only thing that could be shredded was the afterimage. The real sword pierced his right shoulder with a sharp sword intent.
So fast!
Zhao Yan’s face changed slightly, and he stepped out with a little toe, but Lin Yun seemed to be an unknown prophet. The body turned in a volley, like a blue luan, a sword pierced his forehead, and the sword became more deadly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two people staggered in the void, sword light danced wildly, and afterimages overlapped.
When Zhao Yan fell, he was unable to retreat and had to hold his sword in his heart.
when!
The tip of the sword pierced the opponent’s sword, and there was a sound of collision of gold and stones, and Zhao Yan kept backing away amidst the splash of sparks.
“Floating clouds cover the sun!”
The two of them had finished probing each other, but Lin Yun didn’t give each other a chance to breathe, a green luan burst out of his body, and the first sword of Floating Cloud’s Thirteen Swords came out in the blink of an eye.
“Lei Jiao!”
Zhao Yan was not surprised, the Holy Spirit martial arts sacrificed at the same time, and a Thunder Jiao flew out behind him.
Rumble!
Compared with the real Holy Spirit, Qing Luan is obviously much different, and Zhao Yan, who was passively beaten, finally got a chance to breathe.
Immediately gaining power and not forgiving, the Thunder Shadow Sword in his hand drew an arc, and the hundreds of meters long Arc Light Slash was swept over with the roaring Thunder Jiao.
He wanted to smash the opponent’s Qingluan with one blow, so that the opponent’s Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords could not release their true power.
As long as Lin Yun retreats half a step, then this battle can be declared over.
“Falling clouds!”
“Nine clouds move!”
“Swallowing clouds and transforming dragons!”
…
“Qingyun go straight up!”
But where did you know that Lin Yun just shook his wrist, it was the boundless sword intent, covering the sky and the sun, displaying all the ten swords of Floating Cloud Thirteen Swords in one breath.
Click!
The lightning arc sword blade that seemed to cut the space in half was directly smashed, and then turned into countless lightning fragments to illuminate the void.
Ten Qingluans soared up and down around Lin Yun, and that 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 aura, the Thunder Dragon transformed into a dazzling Thunder Dragon.
He drove straight in and killed Lin Yun, who was surrounded by Qingluan. He had the courage to stand alone and stand alone against a million troops.
Surrounded by heavy electric lights, the entire sky was darkened, and one man made a sword, advancing violently.
He wanted a sword to destroy all my Qingluan.
The appetite is really big!
Lin Yun looked solemn and did not dare to be careless. Ten Qingluans soared up and down, like lightning flashes, intersecting in confusion, evolving into an endless sea of clouds.
Surrounded by Qingluan, he turned into a towering mountain, towering in the heart of the cloud.
The two different sword forces of the cloud and the mountain merged, making the vast battlefield seem boundless and insignificant at this moment.
“Bi Luo Xing Chen!”
Lin Yun took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and the light surging in his eyes, soaring into the air to meet the opponent’s extremely astonishing sword.
Rumble!
The sword on his body is as thick as a mountain, and his footsteps are entangled in the air, like a sacred mountain rising from the ground. The statue of the fierce beast at the foot trembled violently, and the air was squeezed out by this sword force, forming dozens of sword blade storms roaring in all directions.
call out!
When Biluoxingchen was fully displayed, another Qingluan flew out of Lin Yun’s body.
The moment the eleven blue luans circled the void, the sky broke through the gap, and an endless starry sky appeared above Lin Yun’s head in the night. In that starry sky, there was an unimaginable figure, holding a sword, flying down from nine days away.
Bang!
When the figure in the star dome overlapped with Lin Yun, the dazzling sword light instantly met Zhao Yan’s ultimate move.
Click! Click!
The two swords of Lei Ying and Funeral Flower slammed into each other in the air, and each of them showed continuous visions behind them, consolidating and enhancing their sword power.
Behind Zhao Yan, the Thunder Jiao turned into a dragon shape, hovering and roaring endlessly, like a cloud and rain, making the sky dim, thunderclouds rolling, and lightning constantly piercing the darkness.
The eleven Qingluan behind Lin Yun circled and danced incessantly, making the edge of the flower buried in his hand continue to soar.
Everything is a long story, but it’s all done in the light and flint.
Cang!
The sound of the Shocking Sword sounded all over the world, and the faces of the two were extremely close. They looked at each other, and they all saw the crazily desire for victory in the eyes of the other party.
When their respective sword powers reached their peak, the entangled true essence, vision, and sword intent exploded, sending the two men in mid-air into flight.
Rumble!
The pool in the center of Qingyan Square immediately swayed one after another.
“Funeral flowers!”
Lin Yunren stepped back, but his expression was not at all flustered, and all the scattered sword power crazily condensed on the sword. It seemed that the light of the world had gathered here, and even the sword light on Lin Yun’s body was dimmed. Only that sword was the world’s attention and couldn’t be ignored.
Hum!
At this moment, one person has one sword, the mind is connected, the human sword is one, and the aura and momentum are all condensed in this sword.
cut!
Lin Yun stretched out his hand and waved, the funeral flower turned into a fright and flew out, stabling towards the exploding opponent.
Damn it!
The pupils in Zhao Yan’s eyes shrank sharply, and he cursed secretly in his heart. He didn’t expect that Lin Yun would still have the energy and mind to manipulate the sword in his hand in the terrifying confrontation just now.
The speed of the two retreats is involuntary, their breath is disordered, their true essence is not calmed, and even their respective visions are shattered.
But the other party ignored it and threw the sword in his hand, which was too risky.
snort!
It would be too naive to want to beat me like this, so let’s stop here.
Zhao Yan’s feet sank, ignoring the disordered qi and blood in his body, and forcibly sank in mid-air. When he landed, he shouted angrily: “Lei Ying!”
The holy patterns in his sword were urged one after another, and when the Jinghong was about to kill, he slashed with his sword fiercely.
clang!
The cracking sound of the golden stone sounded again, and Zhao Yan vomited blood. The wound was not light, but he also slammed the burial foil fiercely away, flying out like a meteor.
There is a sword in the hands of a swordsman, and there is no sword in their hands. The difference is so big that they can easily injure the opponent with a single sword.
boom!
The funeral flower fell in the center of the square like lightning, bursting out a circle of bright sword lights, knocking out several people around.
“What about people?”
But when Zhao Yan’s Qi machine was about to lock Lin Yun, he was terrified to find that Lin Yun had disappeared from his field of vision.
Behind!
A chill came out from behind, and Zhao Yan looked like he had eyes on his back and was turned around. The moment he turned around, he slashed out with a sword.
“you are too slow!”
Lin Yun’s voice rang in his ears, and there was no time to turn around. The other party fists fluttered, punch after punch, constantly bombarding him.
Sword is like fist, fist is like sword, fist and sword are one!
Lin Yun, who blasted hundreds of punches in the blink of an eye, blasted Zhao Yan’s body guard Zhenyuan to pieces, and then spit out blood and was directly blasted out.
Just after landing, Lin Yun disappeared into Zhao Yan’s eyes again.
“I won’t hit the same trap twice!”
Zhao Yan barely thought, 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 a sword to hit the opponent hard and the fight will end.
But when he turned halfway, Zhao Yan stopped, his eyes were very keen.
It was discovered that what was staying in front of him was only an afterimage, so he turned around decisively and chopped the sword away.
Bang!
An afterimage was torn into countless fragments by the Lei Ying in his hand, and the bursting sword glow continued to cast away. On the vast water surface, a monstrous water curtain was lifted, and then hit on the stove containing the thousand-foot giant sword.
when! when! when!
The dull sound like a thousand-year-old bell rang, and echoed between the world and the earth.
Feeling deceived Zhao Yan, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he turned around immediately.
“The sword is coming!”
This time, Lin Yun was indeed in front of him, but the time it took him to cleave that sword was long enough for Lin Yun to recall the funeral flower.
The moment he turned around, Lin Yun grasped the funeral flower that flew by like a thunder, and directly pierced it out.
boom!
The tip of the sword hovered over Zhao Yan’s eyebrows, as if the opponent had turned around and bumped into him.
There was blood permeating from the center of Zhao Yan’s eyebrows, and then bleeding along the bridge of his nose. At this moment, he did not dare to breathe. He could severely inflict Lin Yun with a single sword, but with this sword, he had never succeeded in slashing out, and now he has not dared to move at all.
“I lost.”
After these three words were spoken, Zhao Yan let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that the other party was merciful.
If not, the sword has pierced his forehead.
But the opponent’s sword didn’t seem to have the intention of giving up. It was so sharp that he couldn’t open his eyes.
Zhao Yan’s heart was suspended again, thinking that the other party had blinded Chen Ying and cut Yan Zijing’s throat.
The ruthless man who ranked in the top 1,000 on the Star Monarch list couldn’t help shaking at this moment. Zhao Yan trembled with his lips, and said, “Brother Lin, the famous sword conference, forbid…forbid…killing.” ”
Lin Yun showed helplessness and smiled bitterly: “You can praise it, I can’t control it a 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 whispered softly: “The funeral flower is really good, the sword in my hand is not as good as it is.”
Buzzing!
The sword body trembled, as if it hummed twice before it turned into a splendid light and fell into its sheath.