Chapter 1183

The green mountains beyond the clouds, the blue stars!

No one expected that the peak battle on the giant sword would end in such an abrupt manner.

I thought that Gongsun Yan's Tongtian Jianyan was already invincible. No matter how Lin Yun used his sword, it would be broken, so it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yun finally came up with a way to crack it, making him tired of running faster than a sword.

And the last sword that Lin Yun used was unbelievably strong. The white swirl of sword intent swept the world, and the gods blocked and killed gods.

"After all, Lin Yun's skills are superior, and the half-step Shenxiao's sword intent is terrifying when it reaches its peak. The sword intent motivated by secret techniques can compete in momentum, but after all, it is impossible to grasp the mystery of half-step Shenxiao! On the Feitian Terrace, Zhao Yan sighed and sighed: "In the realm of Heavenly Soul, he has mastered the sword intent of the gods in half a step, and Lin Yun is destined to become famous in the Eastern Wilderness!"

Someone else suddenly woke up and said, "Lin Yun defeated Gongsun Yan, isn't he the champion of the sword competition?"

hiss!

Everyone on the Feitian Stage took a deep breath, and then exclaimed, their expressions were quite wonderful. This person's words can be said to be thunderous on the ground, making everyone's heart tremble.

champion!

And that Burning Shadow Sword, which Feng Xuanzi personally built, the inestimable value of the Burning Shadow Sword will also belong to Lin Yun.

This Cangxuan Palace swordsman, who was not seen much by anyone beforehand, and even sneered at him, was ridiculed all the way by the Feng family, and he really swept the Famous Sword Conference and stomped everyone under his feet.

At this moment, everyone in the Feng family is ashamed and can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get in.

Feng Xiaoyu has long been helpless, and her face is burning with pain. When Feng Xingyang was defeated by Lin Yun, she couldn't hold it anymore.

Now that even Gongsun Yan was defeated by Lin Yunjian, she completely collapsed and her mentality exploded.

It is conceivable that after today, she, the little princess of the Feng family, is bound to become a joke in Qingyan County. When everyone talks about Lin Yun and his feat of sweeping the sword at the Famous Sword Conference, they will take out what she said and make a good joke.

"Champion? That's not necessarily..."

Zhao Yan pouted and smiled.

Everyone was shocked and looked at him in disbelief. What does this mean?

Zhao Yan glanced at him and said with a grin, "Isn't our brother Gong hadn't made a move yet? If he made his move, he might not be able to defeat Lin Yun. Gong Haoran, you're right!"

"you!"

Gong Haoran was furious when he heard the words, which pot could not be opened and lifted, whether it was Lin Yun's Lin Yun in Tianshou, he knew very well.

What is the difference between challenging Lin Yun and humiliating himself? This Zhao Yan is clearly holding revenge and humiliating him in public.

Seeing Gong Haoran's anger turned into anger, but unable to speak, Zhao Yan's heart was very happy, so you didn't speak human words just now.

Everyone came to their senses and knew that Zhao Yan was just joking, but deep down they couldn't hide their excitement. Lin Yun's last two swords were amazing, the green mountains outside the clouds, the blue stars, and the floating clouds, who would compete with each other!

Even when Gongsun Yan was defeated, his title was justified.

The kendo talent that Lin Yun showed was stronger than everyone imagined, and many people were curious about his origin.

Above the floating clouds, the top of the giant sword.

Lin Yun looked around, holding a funeral flower, and said softly, "Who else is willing to fight against Lin?"

As far as the eye can see, there is silence, all the leaders in the entire Qingyan Square, all bow their heads and dare not look.

Domineering!

Ye Feifei in the audience smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and excitedly said: "My brother Lin is domineering, I will ask, who else!!"

A few people next to them look contemptuous, you can pull them down.

At first, he seemed to have a good relationship with Lin Yun, but after seeing Lin Yun being targeted, he ran quickly.

After Lin Yun showed his strength, he posted it with a smile, without any shame, and his face was half thicker than the city wall.

"After discussion among the aristocratic elders, if no one fights against Lin Yun, then the champion of this famous sword conference will be Lin Yun."

Feng Xuanzi's voice resounded on the VIP stage, echoing in all directions of Qingyan Square, and everyone's ears were filled with emotion.

On the VIP stage, Feng Xuanzi's face was fine, but the faces of the other Feng family elders were not very good-looking.

This time the Feng family lost too much face, and the farce created by Feng Xiaoyu really made the Feng family unable to step down.

An old man next to Feng Xuanzi said angrily, "Brother, is this champion really going to be given to Lin Yun?"

He is Feng Yan, the first elder of the Cangjian Tower, and the second younger brother of Feng Xuanzi, with a very high rank in the Feng family.

Feng Xuanzi ignored him, and seeing no response, he said solemnly: "Champion Lin Yun, send the sword!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The two figures moved towards the floating clouds, and Lin Yun, who was standing on the hilt of the sword, flew away.

Undoubtedly, what is in the box must be the Burning Flame Sword, which was forged by Tian Xuan Master Feng Xuanzi himself. The core eight-grade holy pattern, seven hundred common holy patterns, costing 10,000 kilograms of gengjin, and the main body is a burning shadow sword polished with mysterious crystals.

This sword is close to the limit of a hundred-patterned holy weapon, because it is from Feng Xuanzi's hand, and it is not even worse than some thousand-patterned holy soldiers.

However, the thousand-pattern holy soldier is a hurdle, and the failure rate is extremely high. Even the most common thousand-pattern holy soldier is a rare existence for many dragon veins.

First of all, the materials that can carry a thousand holy patterns are extremely rare. Secondly, the more holy patterns that are branded, the more difficult it will be, and the failure rate will soar.

In many cases, the success rate of the Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact is not determined by the number of times. Rather, it is measured in time. In a hundred years, it is quite common for a Tianxuan master to succeed in forging only one thousand-patterned holy weapon in a hundred years, or even failing to forge a single one in a hundred years.

This is just the most common thousand-pattern holy weapon. If it is a slightly rare thousand-pattern holy weapon, then the time will be counted in thousands of years.

These kinds of things also prove Feng Xuanzi's sword-forging strength from the side. The hundred-pattern holy soldier can barely rival the thousand grains. It is no exaggeration to say that it is ingenious.

Amidst the envy and maddening gazes, the two Feng Family Sword Attendants who carried the sword box appeared in front of Lin Yun.

Burning Flame Sword!

Lin Yun stared at the sword box, there were some waves in his heart, but this sword was still very impressive.

If possible, using this sword as an excessive weapon before the burial flower is promoted to the holy soldier will be of great help to Lin Yun's strength improvement.

It's a pity...be calm.

Lin Yun kept calm, opened the sword box, and the Fenyan Sword with its scabbard appeared in front of him. The scabbard is simple and heavy, and the whole body is crimson red, with bright silver patterns imprinted in it. The combination of red and silver makes the scabbard look extremely high-profile.

"Young Master Lin, please try your sword." The two sword attendants raised the sword box a step up, expressionless.

Lin Yun stared at the sword box without moving.

After a while, there were slight muttering sounds from all over the place, and he looked puzzled.

"Young Master Lin, please try the sword!" The two sword attendants became impatient. The Fenyan Sword was quite heavy, and it was very difficult for them to carry it like this.

Zhao Yan on the Feitian Terrace had a puzzled look on his face. Could it be that this guy was not satisfied with Fen Yanjian.

This is the Burning Flame Sword!

Feng Xuanzi frowned slightly in the VIP seat, Lin Yun's attitude made him a little unable to get off the stage.

As a Tian Xuan master, he enjoys a good reputation in the entire Eastern Wasteland, and he has the ability to forge a thousand-pattern holy soldier. Above many dragon veins, even many saints have a lot of friendship with him, and they would never dare to neglect his sword like this.

"Hey, what are you afraid of, there is this emperor to support you. If you have a broken sword, it will be broken. Don't you have ten more in your storage bag?"

Xiao Bingfeng, who knew the inside story, laughed thiefly in the Ziyuan sword box, watching the fun was not too big of a deal.

This can be the same, the previous ten holy swords add up, and they can't compare to the burning flame sword in front of them.

If he really broke his grip, Lin Yun would definitely bleed in distress, but now everyone was watching, if he didn't even try the sword, Feng Xuanzi's face would definitely not hang.

Trying a sword is the most basic respect for a swordsmith, and it is a courtesy.

What's more, he has always been right to things and people. He has grudges with Feng Xiaoyu, but he has nothing to do with Feng Xuanzi. Of course, what the other party thinks, that's the other party's business.

"Little brother, are you not satisfied with the Fenyan Sword forged by this old man?" On the VIP stage, Feng Xuanzi looked solemn, and his voice sounded at the right time.

"Senior is joking."

Lin Yun replied softly.

"Then please try the sword. This sword has cost me a lot of hard work. Even if you are extraordinary in the future, it should not humiliate you too much. Today, since you are the champion of the Famous Sword Conference, please let the swordsmen present see it. Let's look like Fen Ying."

Feng Xuanzi's voice was full of absolute confidence, and he was also a proud and arrogant person, and there was already a little dissatisfaction in his words.

"Our landlord has spoken in person. Young Master Lin, don't pretend, it's impossible for our landlord to give you a sword in person."

"Please, Young Master Lin."

The two sword attendants said angrily, their patience has long been worn out.

Lin Yun smiled bitterly in his heart. He really had a hard time. He stretched out his left hand, held the scarlet scabbard, and then took the sword out of the box.

In an instant, everyone raised their heads involuntarily, and their eyes were all attracted.

So heavy!

Zhao Yan's sword weighs ten cauldrons, and this sword is at least a hundred cauldrons.

After half a sound, Lin Yun took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, don't blame me for breaking.

Clang!

With a phoenix cry, Lin Yun drew his sword out of the sheath, as if a fire phoenix flew out of the sheath.

Boom!

Under the sunlight, this sword shone brightly, with a powerful aura and an incomparably sharp edge. Everyone's eyes could not be taken away, and they were stunned. It was so beautiful. This sword was too beautiful to describe in words. It was like a phoenix, spreading its wings, slowly burning, dazzling and dazzling.

"Good sword!"

A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and he couldn't help but praised, this sword is indeed extraordinary.

"Fenyan Sword! Master Feng's sword forging skills are truly terrifying. It's really not inferior to the Thousand Pattern Saint Soldier."

"If you only talk about forging swords, Master Feng can definitely rank in the top ten in the ancient realm. His attainments are unimaginable."

"Lin Yun is very lucky. This sword has been polished for ten years. In the future famous sword conferences, the master of Feng will not forge it by himself."

The voices of admiration from all directions are endless.

On the VIP stage, Feng Xuanzi stroked his beard with a smile on his face, and a smug look flashed in his eyes. He is still quite proud of this Fenyan Sword. After today, the price of finding him to forge the sword will increase by at least ten times.

The Famous Sword Conference is not a loss-making business for Cangjian Tower.

After all, Hidden Sword Tower is still in business. The more famous it is, the more swordsmen seek it, and the higher the price.

Although there were some turbulent events in this sword-hiding conference, and Feng Xiaoyu also made some jokes, when Lin Yun pulled out this sword, the eyes of the world would be attracted by this sword.

In the future, when Lin Yun became famous, Fen Yanjian naturally rose, and his Qingyan Tibetan Sword Tower was the biggest winner after all.

and many more!

Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, bursts of joy filled his heart, my broken sword body failed.

click!

But just as he thought about it, a deafening sound of broken swords slammed into his hands.

Under the gaze of the public, a phoenix let out a miserable cry, the flames dimmed, and the Fen Yan sword shattered inch by inch, as if a ten thousand-foot tall building had collapsed in front of everyone.