The first thousand nine hundred and seventy-seven chapters, I said, don’t move

“I am.” Lin Yun replied calmly, making the excited Yun Feng a little embarrassed, and for a moment he didn’t know how to respond.

After a while, he smirked and said, “Brother really said those things?”

Did you say it?

Lin Yun thought for a while, did he and Zao Wou-ki ever say anything cruel, as if they had said some, and they didn’t seem to have said it.

This is really difficult to answer, but thinking about Lin Yun could not help but laugh, I care about this.

People who hate you don’t care about this. The swordsman’s world speaks by sword after all.

“It doesn’t matter, just as I said.”

Lin Yun said lightly.

Yunfeng looked over, secretly startled, and the rumors are almost always true.

The two fell into a brief silence. Fortunately, at this time, Shao Zhuang Master Feng Shaoyu appeared and began to formally preside over the famous sword conference.

After announcing the rules step by step, the famous sword conference began directly.

As Lin Yun thought, the swordsman’s world is quite simple, and this swordsman’s conference has not so many rules.

On weekdays, whoever you have hatred, you can directly call the name and make an appointment, and you will be done with the sword.

Under the attention of the public, absolutely no one will persuade.

The swordsman is like this. You can lose but you can’t persuade him, otherwise he will be looked down upon for the rest of his life.

Or simply for the sake of fame, not to shoot after winning a few games, to maintain their undefeated golden status.

Then there are also some grievances between the sects. At this time, they often fight quite fiercely, and everyone speaks by sword.

Lin Yun saw some clues, and this sword conference also had some effect in resolving contradictions.

With so many forces in the Sword League, there will definitely be grievances and entanglements on weekdays, but if they fight against each other, they will definitely lose both.

It happened to take advantage of the famous sword conference to let his own disciples play, and the fight between the disciples could not only solve the grievances, but also minimize the loss.

I have to say that there are almost no weak people who can pass the three barriers.

Lin Yun glanced at random, these people are comparable to the swordsman saints of Tiandaozong, and of course there is still a gap with the top ones.

There are wins and losses for each match on stage, and occasionally there are places that make people’s eyes shine, and Lin Yun himself has opened a lot of horizons.

“Is this the Sword Technique of Fengtian?”

Lin Yun was attracted by a disciple from the Ice and Snow Temple on the stage. He had a half-step galaxy sword intent, and his cultivation was at the peak of Nine Yuan Nirvana.

He has won several games in a row. For a while, he was very popular. Many people remembered his name, Nangonghe.

The inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple, to seal all things with the meaning of ice, is not a pure will of ice.

It is based on the ice will, and it also contains a trace of destruction will, a stroke of life will, and many bans.

Lin Yun was eye-opening, the inheritance of this Ice and Snow Temple was different from what he had imagined.

The ice will of a single attribute can actually play so many tricks.

“Compared with Gu Zijing, he is actually a little far behind. His Fengtian Sword Classic has just started, and he has only cultivated to the most basic top three levels.”

Seeing Lin Yun’s interest, Yunfeng whispered to the side.

Then came a few more ruthless people, Zhang Feng from the Black Feather Palace, and Ouyang Heng from Wan Jianlou, all winning nine consecutive victories, and their morale was like a rainbow.

These real ace masters have not yet appeared on the stage, and the disciples underneath have shined, making people feel the horror of these sacred places of kendo.

Suddenly, Ouyang He, who had just won ten consecutive victories on the Hidden Sword Lake, suddenly glanced away and said coldly: “Tiandao Sect Ye Qingtian, dare to fight me Ouyang Heng!”

Everyone was stunned for a while, and immediately boiled, and an uproar continued to sound.

The name Ye Qingtian has been spreading up and down recently.

This sword repair from the Eastern Desolation was extremely arrogant, boasting that he would be the second in the sword and caused a great wave.

“Brother, take care.”

After Yunfeng said something, he held his head and quietly pulled away.

Everyone followed Ouyang Heng’s gaze, and for a while, countless people saw Lin Yun.

This is Ye Qingtian?

Peeking at the saint taking a bath, defeating Zao Wou-ki’s four sword servants, threatening to be Lin Yun, who is the second most amazing sword.

Even above the sky, the owner of Shao Zhuang Feng Shaoyu glanced over, his expression a little nervous.

If this session of the Famous Sword Conference were taken away by the people of the Eastern Desolation, then their sword alliance would be a bit embarrassing.

“Is this man really the second one with Sword Shocking?” Feng Shaoyu frowned. He didn’t want the same thing to happen again.

“It’s a fanatic.” Zao Wou-ki smiled: “My junior is enough to defeat him.”

He was very confident and was certain that Lin Yun would not be Ouyang Heng’s opponent, and the same was true for the local sword repairmen in southern Xinjiang.

“Ye Qingtian, weren’t you crazy that day, why don’t you dare to play now?”

Ouyang Heng sneered on stage.

No one at the Famous Sword Conference dared to appear after being named. Seeing that Lin Yun hadn’t moved for a long time, many people thought he was scared.

“Sword Shocking the second place, that’s it?”

“Ouyang Heng has won ten consecutive victories and dare to continue the fierce battle, but this guy is shocked.”

“What sword repairs can there be in the Eastern Wilderness has long since fallen.”

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the Quartet, and the look in Lin Yun’s eyes looked rather contemptuous.

“Ye Qingtian, get on here and fight with me!” Ouyang Heng shouted again with his ten-game winning streak.

Hum!

This angry shout contained a powerful sword intent, and even the sky began to tremble, and the holy water accumulated in the hidden sword lake also swayed with ripples.

Lin Yun was a little helpless. He just watched the opponent win multiple games in a row and didn’t want to take advantage of others.

I wanted to open my mouth to explain, but seeing the other party being aggressive and too lazy to say something, he landed on the Tibetan sword lake with his arms outstretched.

The seemingly clear and transparent holy water spirit sword is actually several times hotter than magma, and it is heavier and thicker.

Stepping on it is like a wisp of flat ground, unable to make a ripple.

“You can rest for a while, there is no need to fight me in such a hurry.”

Lin Yun said.

A mockery flashed in Ouyang Heng’s eyes, and he sneered: “Are you afraid of my ten-game winning streak? If that’s the case, I don’t mind letting you wait for the momentum to ease down before accepting with you, lest others call me. To deceive people too much.”

Lin Yun shook and said, “No need, you can do it.”

“Within three moves, I will defeat you, but don’t think those sword servants can match the saints of the Black Feather Palace!”

Ouyang He was very confident, grinned, and ran over the lake.

Huh!

As he rushed, the long black cloth hanging behind him stretched little by little and turned into wings that burned with the demon flame sacred flame.

At the same time, his half-step Galaxy’s powerful sword intent was also released little by little with his steps, filling the hidden sword lake.

When he approached Lin Yun, the holy sword grabbed its sheath, and the bright sword light seemed to pierce the void.

boom!

When it rises across the sky, the majestic and boundless sword intent converges into a huge phantom holding a hundred-zhang holy sword.

The black phantom has wings on its back. After unfolding, it covers the sky and the sun. The powerful pressure is forced down, and the momentum is extremely uncomfortable.

This sword is extremely powerful, no matter how strong Ouyang Heng encountered before, as long as this sword is out, the opponent will instantly lose.

Under the mighty sword power, let alone resisting the sword, it is extremely difficult to even move it.

Obviously Ouyang Heng wanted to repeat the old tricks, and then he defeated Lin Yun with a single sword without any spare effort.

“Ye Qingtian, dangerous.”

Yunfeng, who did not know when he appeared again in the audience, shook his head and said to himself.

“Ouyang Heng, really amazing, this sword again!”

Many Sword League cultivators on the viewing platform couldn’t help but admire them, their eyes full of excitement.

There were even those who were impatient, already clapping and applauding, just waiting for Lin Yun to be slashed out by this sword.

Between the sparks and flint, Lin Yun suddenly made a move, his two fingers were joined together to form a sword, and then he swung it fiercely.

Cang!

Only a clear sound was heard, sparks were splashing all around, the next moment, a holy sword turned into a streamer and flew out.

But it was the sword in Ouyang Heng’s hand, which was directly cut and flew out by Lin Yun’s fingers.

“I told you to rest, I didn’t lie to you, you can’t hold the sword anymore,” Lin Yun said.

Ouyang Heng opened his mouth wide and was stunned. All the people in the audience who were about to applaud were dumbfounded, thinking they were dazzled.

Ouyang Heng’s sword was smashed into the air by his bare hands. How could this be possible?

One by one was dumbfounded and couldn’t believe it.

“You don’t think I only have a sword, do you?” Ouyang Heng’s face was gloomy, with a backhand gesture, another sword appeared in his sleeve.

Then, with a shocking speed, it pierced Lin Yun’s heart like lightning.

Huh!

But at the moment when he stabbed out, it was strange to find that there were several afterimages shaking in the space where Lin Yun was located.

When the afterimage was shaking, even the space appeared a little ripple, and the Qi machine couldn’t lock Lin Yun in an instant.

Not surprisingly, this close sword pierced into the air.

But he drew the sword back until it was normal, Lin Yun shot again, his long sleeves were like clouds, and the wind screamed while waving his hands.

boom!

The holy sword that was taken back before it was too late was directly cut off by Lin Yun’s two fingers close together on the spot. This scene immediately frightened everyone.

Broken sword with bare hands?

The front was just shaking the holy sword with bare hands, and now it was exaggerated to break the sword with bare hands, Ouyang Heng was stunned.

Huh!

A holy sword was flying in his sleeve, and Lin Yun was not polite with him, urging the sacred body of the blue dragon at its peak.

Gathering the purple gold dragon pattern and sword intent on the index finger and middle finger, it is another blow, and another sword is broken.

“Damn it!”

Ouyang Heng’s gaze sank, then he recruited another holy sword, and another sword pierced out.

Lin Yun glanced at them, these holy swords have the symbol of Hidden Sword Villa, and it seems that during this time, he bought a lot of holy swords in batches in Kongming City.

Click!

Just between these few breaths, Lin Yun cut off his nine holy swords, and Ouyang Heng’s face turned green with anger.

“The saint soldiers of the Hidden Sword Villa, it seems that the quality is not good.” Lin Yun stood with his hand in his hand, and said calmly.

Ouyang Heng was furious, and felt that from beginning to end, he was being tricked by the other party, and he immediately ran away and killed him with his bare hands.

“Don’t move, you have already lost.”

Lin Yun turned around on the spot, and when he turned back, his right hand was already holding the hilt of the flower burial sword.

The funeral flower did not come out of its sheath, and attached the hilt to his head.

This is Lin Yun’s mercy, if not, this sword is enough to smash his head.

Ouyang Heng suddenly turned pale with fright, and his legs and feet were trembling, but he still wanted to struggle.

thump!

Lin Yun pressed lightly, Ouyang Heng intuitively felt that the mountain was pressed on top of his head, and immediately fell to his knees.

“I said, let you stay still.” Lin Yun’s eyes were cold and stern, saying every word.

Ouyang Heng was sweating incessantly, just like falling into an ice cave, as if facing a peerless killer.