Chapter 138 High Heaven Sword Pavilion

“What is Lin Yun going to do? He provokes both Meizihua and Xuetu at the same time!”

“Is it, too mad.”

“Not necessarily. In the final analysis, it was Mei Zihua and Xuetu who shot him one after another to force him to this point.”

“Hahaha, look, the faces of Meizihua and Xuetu are almost green.”

A burst of discussion sounded in the crowds of all quarters, and no one thought that Lin Yun would be so arrogant.

“you wanna die!”

Meizi trembled with anger, and no one in Qingyang County had dared to look down upon him so much.

Burning in anger, he slapped the storage bag fiercely.

A two-meter-long black ancient halberd appeared in his hand.

Bang!

Mei Zihua held the ancient halberd in one hand and hit the ground heavily. The heavy breath caused the ground to tremble slightly, making a loud noise.

The simple and heavy breath spread out on his halberd, making people feel that their breath became heavy.

The tip of the spear of the halberd burned with a faint black flame, which made people feel even more frightened.

“The high-grade mysterious weapon-the magic flame halberd!”

“My God, this Jin Yanzong actually handed the Demon Flame Halberd to Mei Zihua…This should be their sect, the only high-grade profound tool!”

“This Demon Flame Halberd, but it hasn’t appeared for many years.”

“Jin Yanzong really has high hopes for Meizi painting!”

When the black ancient halberd appeared, it immediately caused an exclaim, it turned out to be a high-grade profound tool.

When everyone was surprised, Xue Tu coldly snorted and took out a blood bone whip from the storage bag.

Nine blood-colored monster bones that are infiltrating, interlocking, flicked fiercely, and exploded in the air with a thunderbolt.

It turned out to be another top-grade profound tool.

In order to allow them to gain something in the Qingyang Realm, both Xueyunmen and Jinyanzong actually bestowed them with high-grade profound tools from the Zongmen.

But who knows, Lin Yun didn’t panic at all.

Hemorrhaging and fluorescence all over his body, like a piece of peerless jade, exuding a dazzling brilliance. A blast of flame demon’s might soared into the sky on him, with his long hair flying, his sharp edge was unmatched.

rub!

Lin Yun hit the ancient sword box with his right foot and kicked it hard, and the sword box opened suddenly when it rose in the air.

Among the rose petals in the sky, Lin Yun was covered in blood, reaching out and grabbing the funeral sword.

Cang!

The sword’s body was like a plume of autumn water out of its sheath, and Liuli’s sword light on Xiao Yunyang’s body was not much weaker than that of Blood Bone Whip and Demon Flame Halberd.

Lin Yun held a sword and smiled and said, “Come on, it’s true that the seal of the Qingyang Realm has not yet been opened. Before that, it is not bad to understand this grievance!”

There is endless fighting spirit in him, and his words are full of pride.

After half a year of hard cultivation, after a lot of life and death, if you don’t even have the courage to face the painting of plums and the blood slaughter.

Then this road of martial arts, there is no need to go on!

The atmosphere of the scene immediately solidified, and no one thought of it. After showing off the top-grade profound artifacts in Meizi Painting and Xuetu, they even dared to fight.

“Since you want to die, I really don’t mind. Before the Qingyang Realm opens, I will take your dog’s life!”

Xue Tu coldly snorted, and his body also burst out with a fierce fighting spirit, vying for each other.

Da da da!

“Get out, get out.”

At this moment, a group of people riding high-headed steeds rushed away from the crowd and came to the center of the battlefield.

I saw the young man who was headed, Fengshen, handsome, with a dusty temperament, and smiled faintly: “Hehe, what are you doing here? I really plan to fight more in front of tens of thousands of people. Is it glorious?”

“Mingguang Pavilion!”

The Quartet Martial Artist took a deep breath, but he didn’t expect the Mingguang Pavilion’s men to kill at a critical time. The leader is the Young Master of Mingguang Pavilion, Ming Ye!

Lin Yun was startled slightly, wondering which play the Mingguang Pavilion person sang in?

Meizihua and Xuetu’s complexion changed at the same time, and said coldly, “Ming Ye, what do you want to do?”

Ming Ye jumped off his horse, folded his hands on his chest, and said with a smile: “Don’t do anything, just see how you shameless, just learn some. After entering the Qingyang Realm, maybe it will be of great use, why don’t you do it? , I have used all the high-grade profound tools, which is really eye-opening.”

The sudden appearance of Ming Ye and the team behind him made Mei Zihua and Xuetu feel a little irritable.

After listening to his words, his face became even more uncertain, and even his hatred for Lin Yun was lessened.

If it is possible, I now want to kill Ming Ye on the spot.

This guy speaks too cheaply, knowing that they are both arrogant people, and every word touches their weakness.

Secretly, scold them shamelessly!

“Kill a trash, I don’t need to join hands with others.”

Meizi’s picture turned cold, she put the Demon Flame Halberd away first, turned around and walked directly.

It’s the blood slaughter, his eyes flickering, and he doesn’t want to give up.

The grudge between the Blood Cloud Sect and Lin Yun is no more than the personal vengeance that Lin Yun and Mei Zi painted, it has already risen to the face of the entire sect.

Xue Tu looked back, and on the mountainside behind, several elders of the Blood Cloud Sect shook their heads slightly.

The opening of Qingyang Realm is imminent, and it is not easy to contradict Mingguang Pavilion.

“Ming Ye, wait and see, I see when you can protect him!”

The voice fell, and the disciples of the Blood Cloud Sect evacuated.

Ming Ye’s appearance is clearly the posture of defending Lin Yun. If he insists on going his own way, it will only cause two wars in advance.

The result will definitely be a loss for both sides.

Cang!

Lin Yun returned the sword to its sheath, scattered the flame demon fighting body on his body, looked at Ming Ye, and said puzzledly: “Ming, why do you help me in this way?”

“Even if I didn’t make a move, with your perfect Balrog combat body, self-protection would be worry-free, right?”

Ming Ye didn’t answer directly, and asked with a grin.

That’s right, Lin Yun asked himself, in the vast crowd, causing a chaos, it is still possible to leave calmly.

“So, I’ll give you a favor, what else? When you arrive in Qingyang Realm, if there is any need for help in Mingguang Pavilion, Brother Lin can take care of it.”

Ming Ye looked like a torch, and said with a deep smile.

When the other party was talking about this, Lin Yun refused again when he was not good enough. With a wry smile in his heart, he raised his hand and said: “The words are serious, take care of each other.”

In the final analysis, Ming Ye still depends on him, he will help if he has the potential to be recruited.

Even so, don’t think too much. At least for the time being, the two have no conflict of interest.

A battle that should have been earth-shattering, with the intervention of Mingguang Pavilion, ended in such a way that many people had a lot of regrets.

Some people even wish that in this battle, it’s best to fight to the death.

In that way, entering the ancient relics of the Qingyang Realm would also reduce a few strong competitors.

“These two guys actually came with high-grade profound tools, do they think they can come out with treasures?”

When Meizihua and Xuetu walked away, Ming Ye’s smile faded and his expression was a bit solemn.

“Treasure?” Lin Yun revealed a trace of doubt, a little puzzled.

Ming Ye smiled and said: “The treasure is a secret treasure that is stronger than the profound weapon. Today, no one in the three sects of Qingyang County has a treasure. As long as the treasure can urge one-tenth of the power, the powerful person with the innate seven orifices, I have to evade Sanshe… However, no one seems to have brought out a treasure from the Qingyang Realm.”

An old man beside him shook his head and sighed, with the strength of the innate martial artist. It is still too difficult to bring out the treasure.

Lin Yun thoughtfully, listening to these two people, there must be a treasure in the Qingyang realm.

It’s just hard to bring it out, but I don’t know why.

Looking into the distance, the breath of the two ancient statues in front of the valley is still vast.

Like Lin Yun, countless people are looking forward to it.

But before the last moment, before the seal of the Qingyang Realm was opened, the aura on the statue would not weaken in any way.

Looking at the vision in the sky, you can guess it, and the seal will be opened immediately.

But whether it is one hour or two hours later, I don’t know.

Wow!

Just as everyone was waiting for the seal to be opened, the northern sky of the wasteland suddenly sent a shocking sword force.

Tens of thousands of meters apart, they are all felt in advance.

“What a strong sword!”

Lin Yun was a swordsman, his complexion changed immediately, and he looked up.

I saw billowing clouds in the sky 10,000 meters north, like a piece of cloth. It was cut into two halves by a rugged sword, and it continued to spread.

Below the clouds, there are more than a dozen sharp-edged sword sculptures, carrying a group of people through the air.

The terrifying sword force erupted from that group of people.

“The people from the Lingxiao sword pavilion are here!”

Ming Ye’s face showed unprecedented dignity, and said in a deep voice.

Lingxiao Jiange, one of the four transcendent sects of the Great Qin Empire, Lin Yunxin suddenly became a little excited.