The first thousand one hundred and eighty-six chapters

The first thousand one hundred and eighty-six chapters

Seeing the sky full of sword shadows, strangling him, Lin Yun stretched out his hand on the hilt of the sword and habitually pulled out the sword.

Hum!

The funeral flower quaked, and Lin Yun’s eyes flashed with a strange color, and he woke up suddenly.

The eyes of the Hyakki Ye Xing formation were the foil burial sword in his hand. Although he didn’t know the specific situation of the formation, it would be very miserable once he drew the sword.

Thinking of Ye Feifan’s words, many people ignore the first level and don’t even use the hole cards for the first level.

Even if he was lucky enough to pass the level, he would die in the second level. Lin Yun vaguely thought of something.

Perhaps, it was not that they deliberately ignored the first level, but that they did not notice the weirdness of this array. Once the sword is drawn, certain methods and strengths will be limited by the formation, and the hole cards can’t be used.

Not to ignore, but to be forced.

It must be so!

Lin Yun realized it instantly in his heart, but besides that, there was no other explanation.

Moreover, all the people who passed through the barrier were dead, and the weirdness of Hyakki Yexing could not be explained to others. Others only saw that the leader of the barrier didn’t use the hole cards in the first level, and was wounded all over in the second level, but never thought that the key to Hyakki Yexing was the sword in his hand.

What an insidious means!

Lin Yun swept across his body and wiped the chill, and when he looked around, he realized that it was too late to dodge.

Golden Crow Nine Changes!

When there was no room for hair, Lin Yun stretched out his hand to loosen his shoulders and urged the Jin Crow Nine Transformation Technique to the extreme. The figure dodges back and forth amidst the many strangling sword lights.

Those who waited for their body skills were dazzled and shocked.

But even so, Lin Yun finally lost some time, and when he landed, he was injured by sword light in three places.

Swish!

The blood dyed the green shirt red in an instant. Fortunately, it wasn’t the point, and it didn’t hurt to look scary.

“kill!”

Seeing him landing, hundreds of swordsmen in black each changed their pace like an overwhelming arrow, shattering the void, and rushing towards Lin Yun like lightning.

Clang clang clang!

The collision of gold and stones kept ringing, and Lin Yunjian could not unscath, resisting the black-clothed swordsmen from all directions.

Even though the sword was not out of the sheath, the methods Lin Yun displayed were still breathtaking, showing exquisite kendo attainments.

Body fluttering like fallen leaves, turning back and forth, the defense is airtight.

It’s too much!

There are too many people, one hundred swordsmen in black, ten people kill him every time. One-on-one may be invincible, but they can rush forward, front and back, left and right, everywhere are killer moves, so that Lin Yun is fettered everywhere with swordsmanship.

After one wave, the opponent immediately came again. One hundred people were divided into ten groups, and a group of ten people could launch an offensive against him without interruption.

The vast shadows, boundless, ebb and flow, endless.

“What’s the matter? Why didn’t Lin Yun draw his sword!”

“If you don’t draw the sword, you really can’t hold it…”

“If he doesn’t draw his sword, he will lose 50% of his sword power. What does Lin Yun think?”

The situation on the court was extremely dangerous, Lin Yun never pulled his sword, and the people watching were extremely puzzled.

Although everyone was not optimistic about Lin Yun taking the Thousand Thunder Sword, it was only the first level, Lin Yun should not have a big problem.

But right now, Lin Yun made himself extremely passive.

The opponent is like a tide, rushing in waves after waves, fast and ruthlessly. Without offense, blindly defensively, no matter how exquisite the defense is, there is bound to be a moment of collapse.

“This kid, don’t you see anything?”

The grand elder of the Feng family saw Lin Yun still not drawing his sword, his face changed a little, and he became extremely nervous.

Feng Xuanzi sneered and said: “What if you can see it, drawing a sword is death, not drawing a sword will only make death worse. Anyway, it is a dead word!”

“Right.”

The elders of the Feng family laughed when they saw Lin Yun’s embarrassed appearance.

This is a shame, and it has nothing to do with whether you can see the clues.

“I can’t go on like this!”

Lin Yun thought to himself for a while, his eyes flashed with determination.

Fighting with people, there has never been a reason to only defend but not attack.

It’s not that simple to kill me!

Seeing the ten black-clothed swordsmen kill again, Lin Yun raised his brows lightly, and his eyes rose sharply.

Under circumstances that no one could imagine, he slapped his palm on the hilt of the flower funeral and heard a loud noise.

boom!

The scabbard forcibly fell into the ground two inches at the end of the life, and the majestic sword power turned into a hurricane swept out, shaking back all the ten black-clothed swordsmen who had killed them, and then stood with their hands held indifferently, looking at the hundred black-clothed swordsmen indifferently.

“Is this guy crazy?”

“Really don’t draw the sword?”

“My god, too arrogant! I have never heard of anyone who broke the Hyakki Yexing Sword Formation without using a sword!”

Seeing this scene, all the leading swordsmen in Qingyan Square exclaimed.

Zhao Yan and others on Feitiantai also opened their mouths, speechless, and their eyes were full of consternation.

“do not……”

In the spectator stand, Elder Bai looked nervous and stood up involuntarily.

Luo Hua faintly said, “Sit down.”

Elder Bai’s expression was tangled, and he sat down extremely unwillingly.

“Hahaha, this kid is completely dumbfounded, he can’t hold it anymore!” The elder of the Feng Family laughed wildly on the VIP stage, with a fierce look in his eyes, as if he had already seen that Lin Yun was smashed into pieces by a hundred black-clothed swordsmen. There is no burial place for death.

“Humph!”

Feng Xuanzi snorted coldly and didn’t say much.

But the look on his face was extremely cold, his expression was silent, his eyes looked at Lin Yun, and the other party was already dead in his eyes.

“Hey-hey!”

Feng Xiaoyu held back his grin, his face extremely excited.

But at this moment, Lin Yun didn’t know when he had an extra jade flute. When Yu Xiao was placed on his lips, Lin Yun’s long hair separated from the middle, without wind, flew up and down.

At that moment, Lin Yun’s almost perfect facial features and flawless face made all the women present couldn’t help but be moved.

So beautiful!

Mo Shang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world, but I am afraid it is nothing more than that.

Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, the twelve rhythms of yin and yang, and the way of sound.

As soon as you enter this door, your mouth is the voice of the prince!

Lin Yun’s slightly closed eyes suddenly opened when the opponent killed him.

boom!

The majestic and mighty sword intent, and the moment of crazy skyrocketing, showed an unprecedented sharp edge in an instant.

The voice of the princes, the half-step Shenxiao sword intent, the sacred purple jade god bamboo flute. Playing a song of dust light swordsmanship, I asked, where does the flower start?

The sound of Xiao Xiao sounds like a roar from the emperor, the sound is ear-splitting, and the sky trembles.

All the swordsmen in black who were shrouded in sword intent, their movements became stiff in an instant, and they were shrouded in boundless sword power before they could think about it. Under the oppression of the voice of the prince, it feels like the common people are facing the emperor.

The coercion is shrouded, like walking on thin ice!

Don’t dare to look directly as far as you can see!

Qiang Qiang!

Hundreds of aggressive swordsmen could hardly get close to Lin Yun in an instant. Under the shroud of this Xiaoyin, they were wiped out in an instant. Lin Yun was at a disadvantage of one enemy and one hundred.

Hundreds of swordsmen were in a mess in an instant.

In the center of Qingyan Square, there was a sword light that kept flickering, and every black-clothed swordsman faced this unimaginable sword force.

As the sound of the flute slowly bloomed, Lin Yun burst into silver light all over his body, and the green shirt flew. He is like an immortal falling in the middle of the moon, with a misty flute sound, and the burst of sword intent, magnificent and immense.

Seeing this scene, all the people in Qingyan Square were dumbfounded, and their mouths closed in surprise.

How can this be?

With just a xiao sound, it suppressed the Baigui Yexing sword formation. The blue-shirted swordsman who wandered in the formation just played the jade flute in his hand, which made hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen desperate for life.

With one enemy and one hundred, in turn suppressed all the opponents.

“this……”

Feng Xiaoyu on Feitiantai’s eyes flashed with a touch of emotion, and his face was extremely embarrassing.

The sound of the flute is dim, and the meaning of the sword is like an immortal.

Under everyone’s eyes, the artistic conception in Lin Yunxiao’s sound changed again. He clearly stood on the ground, but he felt as if he had flown above the clouds, overlooking the common people, looking down at the world.

Where do the flowers start, where do I come from.

The empty landscape is overflowing, and the Konoha wind owl.

The flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the rain is as thin as melancholy.

The sudden change of the sound of the flute caught everyone off guard, suddenly like a dream, and the next moment it was immediately substituted into the artistic conception of the fluted flute. For a while, I will be in the middle of the river, and I will see the fallen leaves floating on the top of the empty mountain with the lonely gust of wind.

How light the flower is, like a dream. How fine the rain is, like melancholy in autumn.

Sword light, blood mist, and screams, all accompanied by Xiaoyin, appeared in the Baiguiyexing sword formation in the center of Qingyan Square.

Do you have to die if you don’t have a sword?

I’m the burial boy!

A chill flashed in Lin Yun’s heart. He was blowing the purple jade god bamboo flute, killing intent violently in his heart, and the sharp edge between his eyebrows was like blood.

I come from heaven!

Flower from the palm of your hand!

There is nothing in the world, give you white horseshoes,

Puff!

In an instant, every xiao sound bloomed, and a black-robed swordsman was shaken out. Blood was flying, and countless black-clothed swordsmen screamed screamingly. The injuries were so terrible that they were struggling to support one by one, but it seemed extremely difficult.

“kill!”

These black-clothed swordsmen were very crazy, like dead men, even though they were wounded horribly.

After landing, he still dared not fear death, and wanted to take advantage of the end of Xiaoyin’s artistic conception, rushing forward to kill Lin Yun directly.

court death!

The light surging in Lin Yun’s eyes, endless sharpness bloomed on him, silver light beams burst out, and his long hair spread out like a waterfall.

A thought is full of dust, shining through thousands of mountains and rivers!

Countless ice crystal flowers glowed with silver luster, flying out of Lin Yun’s body, like celestial flowers in full bloom, bursting out of unimaginable dazzling light in all eyes.

Bang!

Hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen were all shaken out in an instant, and the shirts and masks on their heads fell apart.

Before these people fell, Lin Yun stuck Yuxiao around his waist and stretched out his hand and said, “Buried flowers!”

Cang!

The funeral flower inserted on the ground turned into a stream of light, and it was held in the palm of the hand in an instant.

Now that he has torn his face, he has no need to be merciful. Your kindness is just to indulge the evil thoughts of those people.

The lingering sound of the flute was still there, Lin Yun shook his wrist, and the long-depressed burial flower broke out completely.

Bang!

The devastating sword aura, before the hundreds of swordsmen landed, flew away like lightning, cutting through everyone’s body protection essence, and many flesh bodies burst like bubbles.

The limbs are broken, torn apart, blood is splashing, and the common people are wiped out.

With a single thought, kill a hundred people with one sword!