Chapter 351

Bang!

When Ling Yan was about to walk to the front of the courtyard, his sword force climbed to the peak, the courtyard door shattered, and the sharp sword force turned it into powder and danced in the wind.

Under the lush old trees in the courtyard, Lin Yun, who was comprehending the three ultimate moves of the Shuiyue Swordsmanship, slowly opened his eyes.

As far as the eye can see, are the leaves scattered on the ground, ups and downs under the opponent's sword, dancing with the wind.

Through the dazzling fallen leaves, Lin Yun's vision fell on the person who came.

Wearing a blue and white robe, in the ordinary appearance, there is an unparalleled sharpness between the eyebrows. There was a flash of light in his eyes, his line of sight was as sharp as a sword, and he was extremely sharp and aggressive.

Aggressive, giving people a great sense of oppression. With the profound cultivation of the Eighth Layer of Xuanwu, the vast majority of the disciples of the sword pavilion, in front of Ling Yan, will be oppressed to the point of even breathing difficult.

Whoosh whoosh!

The higher terrain nearby, and the branches of the trees, were full of disciples who came to watch the lively Jiange Pavilion.

"What a strong momentum, it seems that Senior Brother Ling Yan was relatively conservative in his actions against the Luojia Mountain disciples before."

"This is Senior Brother Ling Yan, his true strength."

"Tough, relying on his strength, he is like no one in Luojia Mountain. There is no need to use swords, and there are no three-in-one enemies under him. I am afraid that the ninth place on the earth list underestimates him."

"I don't know, Lin Yun will do and deal with it."

Everyone in the four directions held their breaths, their eyes flashed with excitement, looking forward to it.

Listening to the soft voices of the four sides, Lin Yun frowned slightly, but did not expect this person to come to the door in person.

Don't you know that it is very rude to rashly interrupt others' cultivation?

Swordsman training, if he is disturbed at a critical time, he will even have the heart to kill.

Suppressing the cold killing intent in his heart, Lin Yun's eyes were as deep and calm as a stream of autumn water, waiting for the other party's reason.

"It's really abrupt to interrupt, senior brother is here to accompany junior brother Lin. But junior brother Lin, you reject my gauntlet, I have to ask for a reason."

Ling Yan's eyes were fixed on Lin Yun, and her voice was lukewarm.

"There is no reason, I don't want to fight with you."

Lin Yun said softly, there was no joy or anger in his words.

"Very well, I don't like to give any reasons for doing things. I do want the place in the magic lotus secret realm, but I don't want others to gossip about me behind my back. The sword is down."

Ling Yan looked arrogant, without thinking much, the long sword was unsheathed, accumulating the sword power for a long time.

At the moment when the voice fell, it suddenly scattered, with a touch of sword light. Like the ripples in the water, it silently moved towards Lin Yun.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun got up, took one step, and opened a distance of ten steps in an instant.

Just standing still, the old tree where it used to be, snapped and broke into two pieces. With a loud bang, it fell heavily, endless fallen leaves piled up, and the gap in the ancient tree was as smooth as a mirror.

This sword, the people who see it are shocked.

If Lin Yun slowed down for a while, I'm afraid it would have been broken in two like an ancient tree.

"As expected of a rising star in the palace of the princess, who is famous in Daqin, he can hide my Shuiyunzhan so easily. If I hadn't grown your age, I really don't have the confidence to beat you!"

A flash of fiery flashed across Ling Yan's eyes, but the fighting spirit in her heart became more intense.

Interesting, this trip was not in vain.

Only with such a powerful opponent can I prove that I, Ling Yan, are indeed qualified for a place in the secret realm.

"Pick up my sword again!"

In the cold shout, Ling Yan's figure flashed, and a sword stabbed towards Lin Yun.

Bang!

Just as he moved, the turbulent real energy in the eight profound veins suddenly exploded. Condensed on the body of the sword, when it turned into a very transparent sword song, suddenly, the sword sound was like thunder.

Such ingenious kendo skills are eye-catching and surprising.

"wonderful!"

"It's amazing, if my eyesight is almost there, I really thought it was Jian Yin's thunder."

"Condensing the sound of thunder with true essence and condensing it in the sword force, this sword is indeed very mysterious."

"This sword, Lin Yun's momentum was completely suppressed."

The disciples watching the battle, seeing this scene, all exclaimed softly, in amazement.

The corners of Ling Yan's mouth were upturned, her eyes flashed with pride, the sword in her hand trembled like electric light, and she was about to swallow Lin Yun in.

Lin Yun's brows were slightly wrinkled.

With a sigh in his heart, the seven profound steps of peak perfection quietly moved, his arms stretched out, swayed slightly, and avoided it like a millimeter.

But this Ling Yan was the ninth existence on the Earth Ranking list, avoiding the sword glow, but the scattered sword stance opened a hole in the side.

However, a little sword power fell on the fourth-tier dragon-elephant battle body, but it was not even a skin injury.

"Hide? Can you hide?"

With a sneer, the long sword in Ling Yan's hand fell like a thunder snake.

Another thunder sounded, the sound of the sword was like thunder, and the thunder was stronger than the previous sword.

rub rub!

In the blink of an eye, under the gaze of outsiders, the courtyard is not within a vast area. Ling Yan has stabbed more than ten swords, each sword is more fierce than the other, and in the turbulent real yuan, the vast sword momentum is even more violent.

Others don't know about the situation, and there are doubts in his eyes, Lin Yun seems to have a false name...

Under the repeated offensives of Senior Brother Ling Yan, even drawing his sword was somewhat difficult.

"In the end, the cultivation level is a little worse, and the background is still a little worse. Senior Brother Ling Yan is indeed even better."

"But it can't be said that Lin Yuntu has a false reputation, at least you and I, under the swordsmanship of Senior Brother Ling Yan, it is great to be able to support three moves. Although Lin Yun is at a disadvantage, he has avoided more than ten moves, and he is already very strong. ."

"Having said that, it's a bit of a pity that the conceivable wonderful duel didn't appear."

"Junior Brother Lin Yun, after all, he is young, just give him some time."

In the eyes of many people, there was a look of disappointment, and they shook their heads secretly.

But suddenly, the exclamations continued one after another, and many people gasped and felt cold all over.

But in the courtyard, Ling Yan's sword overlapped with all the previous swords, and almost cut off Lin Yun in the middle.

He avoided it dangerously and dangerously, but the scattered swordsmanship left a shallow bloodstain on Lin Yun's cheek.

With his back to Ling Yan, Lin Yun stretched out his hand to touch the scar, and frowned slightly as he saw the blood on his fingertips.

Feeling the fluctuating emotions on Lin Yun's body, Ling Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes became excited.

"Thunder Cloud Breaks!"

In the wild shouting, Ling Yan smashed the ground with one foot, accompanied by the thundering thunder, and the boundless sword stance, like a line of lightning poisonous snakes, wanted to devour Lin Yun completely.

The speed was too fast, and the violent sword stance crisscrossed each other in mid-air, blocking all of Lin Yun's escape routes.

Carrying the sky-shattering sword potential, Ling Yan and the midair sneered softly: "Go ahead, if you don't have the sword, I won't have any point in winning you. How much, I have to give you a chance, otherwise, it won't be good for you if it spreads out. It sounds so good."

This sword, he is full of confidence, no matter whether Lin Yun draws the sword or not, he will definitely lose!

"as you wish."

Lin Yun, who had his back to Ling Yan, stretched out his hand, and the burial foil in the sword box behind him immediately bounced out.

When the five fingers clenched tightly and grasped the scabbard, the expression in Lin Yun's eyes suddenly changed. Half-step innate sword intent, in one breath, suddenly erupted.

The scattered leaves on the ground in the courtyard suddenly burst into the air like sharp blades, whistling non-stop.

The gust of wind danced wildly, Lin Yun turned around and drew his sword out of the scabbard. The fallen leaves were scattered and messy, and everyone saw an extremely incredible scene.

Water Moon Swordsmanship, Bright Moon Light!

An indescribable sword light bloomed on Lin Yun, like the bright moon falling on him.

It seems that he was originally a bright moon, but now the dust is gone, the light is thousands of miles, and the mountains and rivers are picturesque, all in this sword.

Pfft!

In contrast, Ling Yan looked at the bluffing swordsmanship, and in the light of the bright moon, it was really like a firefly. No matter how to dodge, it is inevitable that they will be extinguished, crushed, and shattered in an instant.

When the sword in his hand was shaken, it flew out and was inserted into the stone wall in the courtyard. The man was pierced by the sword light, and he was shaken back 100 meters. There was a fist-sized hole in his chest. Blood was gushing out like a spring. He knelt on the ground and covered the wound, and could no longer stand up.

Ling Yan's face was pale, looking at Lin Yun's eyes with extreme horror.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Lin Yun said lightly: "I don't want to win the sword, I just don't want to win you, I don't need you to give me a chance."

Ling Yan's heart suddenly surged, and the whole person completely stayed there.

It's too strong, and it didn't give him a chance to resist at all. It's pitiful that he is still complacent. He thought that the opponent he was persecuting could not even draw out his sword. Who knew it would be so cruel.

It's just that I don't want to beat you...

The disciples who were fighting outside the courtyard were all dumbfounded, their eyes were stunned, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

In the silence, there is only the sound of falling leaves falling, like snow and wind.

After a while, a group of talents woke up, looking at Lin Yun with a look of awe.

"It's terrifying, the power of a sword can terrify this realm."

"This also seems to be the ultimate move in the Shuiyue swordsmanship, Haoyue's Light. I have seen it used by others, but it is completely incomparable with Junior Brother Lin Yun. It is a world of difference."

"Senior Brother Ling Yan has more than ten swords, but none of them can really hurt Junior Brother Lin Yun, but Junior Brother Lin Yun made Senior Brother Ling Yan kneel on the ground with one strike, unable to get up. This..."

"How can there be a weak person under the prestigious name, Junior Brother Lin Yun is famous in Daqin, and he does have his own uniqueness."

"I've been waiting for my eyes."

Amidst all the sighs, no one expected that the battle would end so quickly after Lin Yun drew out his sword.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several figures, with indifferent killing intent, flew like lightning.

But it was for Xinyan and others who were in retreat for the secret realm of the magic lotus. When they received the news, they immediately went out and killed them angrily.

But when a few people saw Ling Yan's extremely miserable scene in the courtyard, their expressions changed drastically.

"what happened?"

Xinyan's killing intent disappeared, and doubts flashed in her eyes.

boom!

Without waiting for others to answer, several figures fell in the air, but it was Protector Mei and the seven sword-wielding elders who descended at the same time. For a time, the small courtyard became very lively.