Chapter 392

Dressed in a blue shirt, with long hair dancing lightly, he carried a sword box on his back.

It's not Lin Yun, who else could it be?

After he rushed from the imperial capital to Jiange, he did not go anywhere, but went directly to the place of the League of Gentlemen.

Coincidentally, I happened to see this Wang Yan, who was fighting against the Eight Great Vajra.

If he was in a very happy mood, and even had interest, he talked about himself...

On the martial arts field, Lin Yun suddenly appeared, which shocked Wang Yan. But immediately, he calmed down, killing is forbidden in High Heaven Sword Pavilion, no matter who violates it, there is no amnesty, this is an iron law.

Without this iron law, Lin Yun would have been slaughtered countless times by him in the sword pavilion.

Unexpectedly, the feng shui turns and turns around so quickly.

At the beginning, the iron law that he hated to death has now become the sword of Shang Fang to protect himself.

What's more, this is the League of Gentlemen!

Hundreds of disciples of the Jiange Pavilion who are loyal to him are all gathered here. Is this Lin Yun still thinking about turning the sky upside down?

"Little Swordsman, what are you doing here? Is this place where your Swordsman can come? Get out!"

Wang Yan's face was gloomy, and there was a chill in his eyes, and he stared at Lin Yun coldly.

The Eight King Kong looked cautious, and beckoned, the disciples of the Junzi League outside the martial arts venue quickly approached.

Like, so like...

Lin Yun looked at the other person's eyes, this face in his mind was constantly overlapping with the eyes he saw in the Silent Mountains.

When they are completely overlapped, they are exactly the same.

That's enough.

Raising his hand, Lin Yun held the burial foil that popped out of the box, and walked forward coldly with no expression on his face.

"Dare to come to my gentleman's league and seek death! Teach me a good lesson for this sword slave!"

Seeing Lin Yun approaching step by step, Wang Yan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted coldly.

Immediately, a sharp blade was drawn, and the sword was drawn out of its sheath.

Clang!

But the swords in the hands of the members of the Gentlemen League were just half an inch out when they heard a harsh sword sound resounding in all directions, echoing incessantly.

The sound of the sword was loud and clear, like a roar of a blue dragon, covering up the sound of hundreds of them pulling their swords.

It was like a river pouring into the vast ocean, and it was instantly lifeless and disappeared without a trace.

Whoa!

When the burial foil was unsheathed, the dazzling sword light was like a meteor streaking across the sky.

rub rub!

The swords in their hands trembled under Lin Yun's powerful half-step innate sword intent, completely uncontrollable.

A long sword came out of his hand and stuck on the ground. Like kneeling to the king, prostrate, trembling...

The vast sword power, like the light of fireflies, competes with Haoyue for brilliance.

Everyone in the Gentlemen League, their faces turned pale immediately.

Hundreds of sharp swords stuck on the ground, like ruthless ridicule, like cold-blooded slaps on their faces.

Except for the Eight Great King Kong and a very small number of people in the field, they tried their best to hold the sword in their hands, and all the swords of the rest flew out.

The sword is the life of the swordsman.

The sword is there, the sword is broken, and people are killed. A swordsman, who can't even hold the sword, is the greatest humiliation.

With such strength, Wang Yan actually fantasized about teaching Lin Yun a lesson.

It's just a fool's dream, I don't know what to say.

How many ants can kill an elephant?

wrong!

No matter how many ants there are, they are still ants. They can't kill an elephant, but an elephant can blow to death countless ants with a single sneeze.

If you want to kill an elephant, you must at least be a wolf.

Unfortunately, in front of Lin Yun, these people were no different from ants.

His current strength has long been different from what it used to be, and it is incomparable.

Cultivating the ancient golden prosperous inheritance exercises, mastering the top-level swordsmanship of the peak perfection, the incomparable half-step innate sword intent, the terrifying cultivation of the 9th level of Xuanwu...

Not to mention, there is still the Dragon Elephant Fighting Body Art and the Dragon Tiger Fist, and the secret technique is the Divine Sword.

His trump card, his methods, and his fearfulness have long exceeded Wang Yan's imagination.

Among the members of the Gentlemen League in front of them, Wang Yan barely reached the ninth level of Xuanwu, and the rest were no higher than the eighth level of Xuanwu.

So much waste, no matter how much, what is the use?

hum!

The shining sword body trembled, Lin Yun held the sword in one hand and walked forward step by step.

The invisible sword stance fell on the people of the Junzi League, causing many people to be under a lot of pressure and pain, their legs trembled, and it was extremely difficult to even stand firm.

The Eight Great King Kong guarding in front of Wang Yan was horrified, and the look in his eyes was extremely terrified.

Their impression of Lin Yun was still that the other party only had the fifth-layer Xuanwu cultivation level, and they could compete with them by sticking to the Scarlet Flame Banner.

But I didn't expect to see each other again after not seeing each other for a few months.

It is already high mountains and endless oceans, which are completely incomprehensible except for the unfathomable.

"Lin Yun, what do you want to do, you still think that this sword pavilion can't kill people?"

The shock in Wang Yan's heart could not be described in words. The swordsmanship that made the Alliance of Gentlemen almost collapse before they fought was something he couldn't have expected.

Thinking of a possibility in my mind, I was suddenly panicked...

Is this guy really going to kill me?

"Don't let him come!"

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Yan couldn't keep his composure any longer. He left a sentence and ran away.

He didn't want to die, he just accomplished a big thing for the eldest prince, and he will definitely be in charge of the Wang clan in the future, enjoying inexhaustible wealth and glory.

How can you die in the hands of a sword slave, absolutely impossible!

"Get out of the way, or...die."

Regarding Wang Yan's escape, Lin Yun did not panic at all, and looked at the group of people in front of him calmly.

Whoa!

Except for the Eight Great King Kong, the rest of the members of the Junzi League, who had already been frightened, scattered away. They were all disciples of the Jiange Pavilion, and it was only because Wang Yan was wealthy and generous that they acted for him, but they were far from working for him.

The only ones who are truly loyal to him are the Eight Great King Kong, who are similar to the retainers of the Wang family. Disloyal to the sword pavilion, only loyal to Wang Yan.

"If you have a seed, you will kill us!"

The Eight Kings of Kingsmen's League held the sword in their hands tightly and stared at Lin Yun, with no intention of retreating.

"as you wish."

The sword came out, the wind rose and fell, and a bloody light burst out from the necks of the eight people. His eyes were wide open, and he couldn't understand until he died, how Lin Yun made the sword.

thump!

The eight people fell to the ground at the same time. The moment they fell to the ground, their vitality fell and they died on the spot.

Such a terrifying scene was just seen by Wang Yan, who turned back. His feet immediately softened, and he fell to the ground in a staggering manner.

Then, using both hands and feet, he got up in a hurry and rushed towards the Jiange Lone Star Alliance.

Lone Star Alliance, the eldest prince is congratulating Bai Lixuan, both of them are there.

As long as you can escape, you can avoid death.

But as soon as he got up, he saw Lin Yun sitting on a stone sculpture with a sword in front of him and looking at him coldly.

The speed of the body method is like a god.

"you……"

The strange scene made Wang Yan a little confused, thinking it was his hallucination. He looked back, and there was indeed no Lin Yun on the martial arts field, so he turned around quickly.

But on the stone carving, Lin Yun, who was still there just now, disappeared again.

what happened……

Pfft!

Before he could understand, Lin Yun, who fell behind him, stabbed with a sword. Blood splattered, and Wang Yan was hit with a sword in the back, and was immediately knocked out.

After getting up, he didn't turn his head back and ran forward.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry, he held the burial foil sword, and when the opponent ran out of a hundred meters, he stabbed a sword.

If he wanted to kill Wang Yan, one sword would be enough to kill him many times, but he didn't need to be so cheap.

Half an hour later, Wang Yan was drenched in blood with a hundred swords in his body. There is no intact place on the top and bottom of the skin. As long as you move, the wounds all over the body will feel like a heart-piercing pain, as if countless ants are biting and gnawing at him.

Wang Yan fled in embarrassment while crying loudly.

"Lin Yun killed... Lin Yun killed..."

Along the way, there was an uproar, which shocked the disciples of the nearby Jiange Pavilion. When he came to Xiaoyun Square, there were already countless Jiange disciples gathered in all directions.

Wang Yan was in despair, and he was still one-third away from the Lone Star Alliance.

He endured the severe pain and got up, turned back and shouted at Lin Yun: "Lin Yun, what are you doing, are you crazy? The grudge between you and me makes it necessary for you to kill me in the sword pavilion?"

"Can you recognize this thing?"

Lin Yun didn't answer, there was a slender silver needle between his fingers, and the cold light was overflowing, which was inexplicably shocking.

"Blood Rain Silver Flower Needle!"

Wang Yan's eyes immediately showed a look of horror, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It seems that Senior Brother Wang has a good memory..."

When the words fell, Lin Yun stretched out his hand, and the silver needle broke through the air.

No, I can't die, I can't die!

In Wang Yan's originally desperate eyes, when he was about to die, a strong desire to survive suddenly appeared. Returning to the light and returning to the light, he erupted with strength far beyond his own, avoiding the silver needle.

The moment he turned around and ran wildly, he saw Elder Bai Ting in the distance, who was rushing towards him with someone.

There was endless joy in his eyes, Elder Bai Ting came, and he was saved.

There was a cruel smile on his bloody face, and he couldn't help laughing wildly.

Pfft!

But the laughter froze before it could dissipate, and in silence, he clearly felt silver needles inserted into his body one after another.

The toxins instantly permeated, merged with the blood, and flowed to the limbs and bones and internal organs.

Are you going to die?

Wang Yan was so frightened that he didn't even dream that the poisonous needle he shot would eventually hit him.

Cause and effect reincarnation, retribution is unhappy.

The blood rains and the silver flower, sees the blood seals the throat, and does not reach the Zifu, there is no doubt that it will die.

"Little Swordsman, I fought with you."

In desperation, Wang Yan roared, instead of running towards Elder Bai Ting, he turned towards Lin Yun.

His hair was disheveled and he looked crazy, and he just wanted to bite Lin Yun like a mad dog before he died.

But Lin Yun obviously didn't plan to give him this chance.

A sword pierced through his eyebrows, the sword came out, blood sputtered, and another ruthless sword light cut off his head.

"stop!"

Bai Ting, who came in a hurry, didn't have time to fully shout when Wang Yan's head landed at his feet like a ball.

The elders behind him were all frightened and shocked.

Since the establishment of Jiange, no one has dared to challenge the authority of Jiange and kill people in Jiange.

Especially, in front of the elders, never.

"What a big dog, do you know what you do!"

Bai Ting stretched out his hand and pointed at Lin Yun angrily, trembling.

He thought that his speed was fast enough to keep Wang Yan from dying, but who knew that Lin Yun would kill Wang Yan in front of him.

"I know, I just killed a vicious dog."

"Hahaha, just kill a vicious dog! Kneel down and beg for mercy, otherwise, I don't need to report, I can kill you now!"

Bai Ting laughed in anger, took a step forward, and suppressed it with his majestic aura.

click!

Lin Yun put the sword back into its sheath, raised his eyebrows, looked at each other coldly, and said solemnly: "Lingxiao Jiange, with the sword to establish a sect, with the sword as a person, the swordsman is sharp, rather than bend. I, Lin Yun, is a disciple of the sword pavilion, why should I Kneel down, my sword, kill without regret!"

At first, his voice was not loud, but it gradually became more intense. At the end, the sound shook the sky and resounded in all directions.

With the fierce sword intent all over his body, the moment the words fell, Bai Ting, who was pressing forward, was forced back. My sword, kill without regret!