Chapter 165

The innate powerhouse from Mingguang Pavilion, led by Ming Ye, rushed out. Standing in front of Lin Yun and facing the dead men of Blood Cloud Sect and Jin Yanzong, these innate powerhouses were not afraid at all.

Among the thousands of Mingguang Pavilion disciples, more than 200 innate warriors sprang out, wearing golden black armor of the whole family.

Draw your sword at the same time... Chong!

The sound of the sword trembled, the cold light was piercing, and the incomparable sharpness was dazzling under the sunlight.

Every sword is actually a top mid-grade profound weapon!

More than two hundred top mid-grade profound tools were pulled out at the same time.

The dangling sword stance formed a sharp sword wall, blocking the front, and the people watching it were extremely surprised.

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

"Just one sub-rudder, has such a strong strength?"

"You're right, two hundred top mid-grade profound tools, how terrifying the background of this Mingguang Pavilion is..."

As one of the three overlord-level sects in Qingyang County, Mingguang Pavilion is much more low-key than Jin Yanzong and Blood Cloud Sect.

Rarely shows his strength, and does not do much publicity.

For a long time, everyone felt that Blood Cloud Sect was first, Jin Yanzong was second, and Mingguang Pavilion could only be ranked at the bottom.

But today's scene surprised everyone.

The number of Mingguang Pavilion innate warriors who came out from the sky is not much less than the two sects combined.

Not only that, there are two hundred elites holding top mid-grade profound tools.

The powerful sword stance is almost suffocating.

The power of so many top-notch mid-grade profound weapons is enough to deter those who are just entering the basalt realm.

"Back off."

Mei Zihua and Xuetu swallowed and hurriedly stopped the footsteps of their dead men.

At the moment, after all the dead men of all families are finished, I am afraid that the two hundred elites of Guangmingguang Pavilion will not be killed.

The situation reversed in an instant.

Lin Yun, who everyone thought was going to die, was suddenly rescued by Mingguang Pavilion.

"Brother Ming, why are you here?"

Lin Yun looked at the other party with a surprised look on his face.

"I just came out of Qingyang Realm, and naturally I have to cultivate in Qingyang City before returning to the sect. I can't help you in the ruins of the ancient sect, but in this Qingyang City, I promise that no one can touch you!"

Ming Ye's eyes showed a firm look, and he didn't flinch at all.

"Little brother Lin, in the competition for the lotus platform in Qingyang Realm, the young master plans to take action for you. I am stopped by me, I am really sorry."

The gray-clothed old man looked at Lin Yun, nodded slightly, and said apologetically.

Lin Yun smiled and said, "It's okay, I didn't want to cause trouble for you, so I decided to leave."

"Ming Ye, what do you want to do! Are you going to fight against Blood Cloud Sect and Jin Yanzong at the same time?"

Xuetu almost jumped up in anger, completely unexpected, Ming Ye would jump out at this time.

Risking the consequences of offending two sects at the same time, protect Lin Yun to death!

"Ming Ye, you should know what happened in Qingyang Realm. This Lin Yun, the feud between my two sects, is a deadly feud, and no one can solve it!"

Mei Zihua was equally angry and said through gritted teeth.

In Qingyang County, no one has ever blackmailed Jin Yanzong in public. To allow a group of people to be ridiculed so much is a great shame.

The two major sects are of the same spirit, and there is no reason to let Lin Yun go.

If you don't kill this Lin Yun, the reputation of the two sects will never be washed away!

Ming Ye looked grim and said solemnly: "I don't know what happened in Qingyang Realm. I only know that Brother Lin is kind to Mingguang Pavilion. Even if he takes this life, I have to send him away today!"

The words are in a confrontation, and the smell of gunpowder is full.

Whether it is Jin Yanzong, Blood Cloud Sect, or Mingguang Pavilion, there is no compromise in the slightest.

The atmosphere in the North Point Plaza suddenly became extremely tense.

The two sides are at each other's throats, and if they disagree, they will fight at any time.

This is no small talk. The three most powerful forces in Qingyang County are now gathered in North Point Square.

Once the war begins, the forces are earth-shattering and far-reaching.

The warriors who were watching this dispute from a distance couldn't help but change their faces, and their footsteps quietly moved back a lot.

"I really didn't expect that a little Lin Yun would actually attract the three major sects to fight."

"If this fights, the entire Qingyang County will be in chaos. I'm afraid it won't stop in ten years." "Little one Lin Yun? I beg for mercy, I thought he was an ordinary innate martial artist. What is this, this is a monster! Bai Lixuan also only has seven innate orifices, but if he is here, I am afraid that all the people together will not be enough to kill him, understand

Are you done? "

"Could it be that this Lin Yun has strength comparable to Bai Lixuan?"

"I don't have enough background, and I definitely don't have it now. But even if it's not at the level of Bai Lixuan, this Lin Yun's strength, looking at the entire Qin Empire, will never be unknown to the younger generation."

The warriors from all directions are in a surging mood, and they all seem a little excited.

By now, many people have seen that Lin Yun already has the potential to be a monster. In time, he will definitely become famous in Daqin, and it is very likely that he will become an existence like Bai Lixuan.

What is a monster?

There is no one in ten thousand, no one in a hundred years!

A character like Bai Lixuan is hard to come by in a hundred years, or even a few hundred years. And now, Lin Yun in their field of vision is very likely to grow into such a monster.

How can one not be excited to witness the birth of a monster in person.

The sudden intrusion of Mingguang Pavilion made Jin Yanzong and Xueyunmen dare not act rashly.

If you continue to forcefully kill Lin Yun, there will undoubtedly be a firefight, and it is very likely that the entire army will be destroyed, and Lin Yun may not be killed.

But if you don't do it, just let Lin Yun go, Mei Zihua and Xuetu will not be reconciled.

For a time, the two were in a dilemma, and their expressions were extremely tangled.

"Tsk tsk, plum painting, blood slaughter, you two are more trash than I thought."

Seeing this scene, Lin Yun couldn't help laughing.

If he were these two, how could he be so scruples.

For those who practice martial arts, what they seek is a mastery of ideas!

It is necessary to have a heart that is always warm-blooded, and a heart that dares to be the enemy of the world!

If he was too scruples, he would never have come to this Qingyang City. If there is no heart that dares to be the enemy of the world, it will not save Yue Weiwei and obtain such fortunes as swallowing the sky.

"Little beast, come out if you can, don't hide behind Ming Ye like a bitch!"

The two of them were already aggrieved in their hearts, and being so ridiculed by Lin Yun, they immediately aroused their anger.

Mei Zihua pointed at Lin Yun and cursed loudly.

Does this sound familiar?

Lin Yun touched his nose with a faint smile on his face. He seemed to have ridiculed the two of them for not showing up before.

Unexpectedly, Mei Zihua learned so quickly.

Xuetu moved in his heart, and he also said, "Lin Yun, you are kind of like a man, standing up straight."

"Right on my mind."

Lin Yun smiled slightly, and when he knew that the two were deliberately provoking him, he jumped into the air and jumped out.

Mei Zihua and Xuetu were stunned at the same time. Unexpectedly, Lin Yun really jumped out like this.

Not only him, but the owner of countless eyes in the distance were also stunned.

"Lin Yun!"

Ming Ye was shocked and couldn't help but shouted.

Lin Yun waved his hand to stop the other party, and said with a smile, "Brother Ming, don't worry. This Qingyang County, it is a worthwhile trip to be able to make friends like you. I will give you another big gift today."

"Kill him."

Meizihua and Xuetu came back to their senses, with a happy look on their faces, and roared loudly.

boom!

The murderous aura of the 200 dead soldiers burst forth again, killing Lin Yun mightily.

That level of momentum, like a gust of wind rolling a huge wave, rolling in.

"Good come."

Lin Yun's face turned cold, he couldn't stop sneering in his heart, and he opened his hand to make a move.

The black light token in the palm of the palm, the terrifying sword power, is like a star exploding, bursting with bright light.

At the beginning, there was only the first layer of the Purple Kite Sword Art, and the obsession left by the predecessors was invincible in the half-step Profound Entrance Realm.

now……

I don't know how condensed the innate spiritual essence of the four-layer Ziyuan Sword Art can activate the obsession left by the Ziyuan Sword Saint.

In the black light token, a vague gray figure with a sword box on his back jumped out.

Kneeling on one knee in front of Lin Yun, the 200 dead soldiers who rushed towards him were already less than 100 meters away.

kill!

The moment he stood up, a sword light swept out along with the unsheathed blade.

Bearing the brunt, the front row of dead soldiers had not waited for Jianguang to kill them.

The fleshly body exploded with a bang, and was violently killed by the terrifying sword force.

Bang bang bang!

The splashing blood light was like an explosion of fireworks, and in the loud noise, it bloomed into poignant blood flowers.

When the sword energy hits, all the dead men behind him are cut off in the middle.

It's not over yet...

The sword light that swept through the two hundred dead soldiers, castrated incessantly, with a terrifying prestige like the sky-shattering waves. Like a storm, it surged towards the place where Jin Yanzong and the disciples of Blood Cloud Sect gathered.

The sword light is too fast!

The disciples of the two sects, without any backhand strength, were shocked to vomit blood and fly wildly in an instant.

Plop plop!

The turbulent sword wind caused the congenital warrior who was swept into the air to scream again and again, completely unable to break free.

Even a powerhouse with a half-step entrance is extremely difficult to protect himself.

Such a terrifying scene, people who watch it can't believe it.

One sword, only one sword!

The gray figure only slashed with one sword, and beheaded the dead men of the two major sects. The remaining powerhouses were all prepared with a turbulent sword wind, swept into the air.

who competes with...

In everyone's mind, only these four words are echoing, who can compete with it!

Even Lin Yun was at a loss for words, and his heart was so shocked that he couldn't add more.

This is the true demeanor of the indomitable Ziyuan Sword Saint in that golden age.

Click!

The crack in the black light token continued to spread, and then shattered.

After all three opportunities are used up, the Wuguang token is completely scrapped.

But the vague figure did not disappear, instead it became condensed and real.

Vaguely, a sharp sword intent tore apart the barriers of time and space, crossing countless worlds, and descending.

The blurred figure was completely solid, a young man with a handsome face and eyes like swords. Carrying a sword box on his back, he appeared in front of Lin Yun.

When this person appeared, time seemed to freeze, and there was only a sword intent between heaven and earth, which was still burning like a raging flame on him.

"Unfortunately... I thought you would be late to use this last chance. But that's fine. You're young and worry-free, you have to be frivolous. There's no need to give yourself too much back."

This handsome, handsome young swordsman, like a banished immortal, smiled faintly at Lin Yun.

When the figure was about to completely dissipate, he sighed softly: "How much hatred in the red dust, all of them are empty in a blink of an eye..."

At this moment, time begins to pass again.

Shake. The two warriors who were swept up in the air by the sword wind, none of them were complete, their stumps and broken arms were like a pot of stew, and they were thrown down.