Chapter 1187

Qingyan Square, blood flowed into a river.

The thick bloody smell was extremely pungent. At first glance, the center of the square was full of mutilated corpses, which was as horrible as hell.

Between the heavens and the earth, the sound of the Xiao sound is still alive, and everyone is still immersed in Lin Yun's artistic conception of the sound of Xiao sound. Seeing this scene, they suddenly woke up, and everyone covered their mouths in fright.

"This……"

On the Feitian stage, Jian Zhi Zhao Yan was completely speechless.

All eyes fell on Lin Yun, and the shocked eyeballs were about to fall, completely unbelievable.

There are still quite a lot of people who can break through the first battle of the dragon and ghosts, although all of them perished in the second pass.

But like Lin Yun, he not only broke the Hundred Ghosts Night Formation, but also killed all the hundreds of black-clothed swordsmen, which is unique.

It is also an ending that everyone can't imagine at all.

With one thought of cold light, one sword kills a hundred people!

For Qingyan Hidden Sword Tower, even if Lin Yun died in the next two levels, the blow would be enormous.

The training of a hundred black-clothed swordsmen took a huge amount of effort, and they were all carefully selected dead men. From now on, within five years, unless the Tibetan Sword Villa sends someone, the Feng family will not be able to re-form the Hundred Ghosts Night Formation with their own strength.

As a result, the Tibetan Sword Building may have to be closed for a long time.

Pfft!

In the death-like silence, Feng Xuanzi, whose expression was gloomy and gloomy on the VIP stage, couldn't help but vomited out blood again.

"Big brother!"

Seeing him swaying and about to fall down again, the expressions of the other Feng Patriarchs changed wildly.

He quickly stepped forward and helped Feng Xuanzi up.

Feng Xuanzi's face was pale and exhausted. He sneered a lot before, but now he can't cry.

A group of Fengjia elders were also heartbroken and completely speechless.

"Bastard, I killed him!"

The first elder of the Feng family, condescendingly, looked at Lin Yun in the field, irritated.

"return!"

But he was called back by Feng Xuanzi with a cold shout, and the anger in his heart was forced back.

There are many old people from the ancient aristocratic families on the side with complicated expressions, and they dare not speak.

This time, the incident was really big. If I remember correctly, there is no precedent for the Hundred Ghosts Yexing Formation to be massacred in the three thousand Tibetan Sword Towers all over the Kunlun Realm.

Even if someone breaks the formation, they will give some thin noodles.

But when I met a ruthless man like Lin Yun, it was unreasonable at all. If you want to kill me, I will kill you. Since you have torn your face, there is no need to show any sympathy.

Feng family, really suffered.

"Lin Yun, you are so cruel!"

Feng Xuanzi looked at Lin Yun and said with gritted teeth.

"Am I cruel?"

Lin Yun glanced at him and laughed in his heart, he had never seen such an unreasonable person.

He didn't even bother to say how sinister the Hundred Ghosts Night Formation was. Just because these people tried to kill him several times over and over would be enough to kill him 10,000 times.

He didn't draw his sword, and when he was struggling to resist, the group of people sneered again and again, expecting him to be dismembered by the chaos sword.

When he really made a move and left no room for it, it was the wicked who complained first.

"It's what you say."

Lin Yun turned his head to look elsewhere, without arguing or looking directly at the other party.

This bastard!

Seeing Lin Yun's attitude, a bunch of old-fashioned parents trembled. When Feng Xuanzi was talking to him, he didn't even look straight at him. This was completely arrogant.

Feng Xuanzi was also very angry. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down: "Lin Yun, I'll give you a chance. If you leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened."

"Big brother!"

The first elder of the Feng family was in a hurry immediately, this kid was kicking his nose on his face, how could he let him go.

"Shut up."

Feng Xuanzi glared at him fiercely, and continued: "If you want, I can give you a real thousand-pattern holy sword to compensate for the loss of the Fen Yan sword."

boom!

His words fell, and immediately caused an uproar in Qingyan Square, which caught everyone off guard and was extremely shocked.

The Fang family was cowardly!

As long as Lin Yun gave up and continued to challenge, not only would his grievances be written off, but he would also be given a real Thousand Patterned Holy Sword.

"I'll be darling, this card is really big!"

Ye Feifei was stunned by Feng Xuanzi's words, his heart was beating wildly, Lin Yun killed the entire Feng family with one sword and one sword.

Feng Xuanzi's words were almost begging Lin Yun, but the dignified Master Tian Xuan was actually cowardly.

Everyone was shocked, but immediately felt relieved. With Lin Yun's terrifying strength, he might really have a chance to break through two more levels.

Even if this chance is only 1%, the Feng family can't afford to gamble!

They have already lost so badly, if they continue to lose, if even the Thousand Thunder Sword is taken away by Lin Yun.

It would really be a slump, and even the bottoms would be lost.

Gongsun Yan looked at Lin Yun, his eyes flashed with a thick color of jealousy, this guy... Even if the Thousand Pattern Sacred Sword belongs to the Sword Emperor's lineage, few disciples have it.

Since it is the thousand-pattern holy sword that Feng Xuanzi promised, its grade is definitely not low, at least it is the ninth grade holy sword.

Countless lines of sight fell on Lin Yun, with complex and emotional gazes.

Gong Haoran on the Feitian Terrace pondered: "This is a request that no one can refuse. After all, all the people who had passed the barrier before had died, and the Feng family was willing to back down. It can be said that he lost all face, and Lin Yun will also get a handle. Poor thousand-pattern holy sword."

"Sorry, I refuse."

The proposal was very tempting, but Lin Yun didn't think much about it and refused directly.

Almost as soon as Gong Haoran finished speaking, Lin Yun's voice spread throughout the audience, and everyone on the Feitian Stage was stunned for a while.

Zhao Yan covered his mouth and forcibly held back his smile.

Lin Yun was a real swordsman. Once he identified his target, he would never change it easily. How could he back down because of this temptation.

The slap in the face came too fast, Gong Haoran looked a little embarrassed, and said unconvinced: "What is there to drag, I don't believe it, he can still pass the second level!"

"Lin Yun, don't be shameless!"

The eldest elder of the Feng family on the VIP stage felt a burning pain on his face. This kid really pushed his nose on his face without showing any emotion.

For the elder brother, the saints have to give half face, but he is so decisive.

Feng Xuanzi's face was slightly embarrassed, and he said expressionlessly: "Second round, Canglong Sword Formation!"

boom!

Only the sound of a dragon roared in the sky, a dragon head broke through the sea of ​​​​clouds and roared, and an astonishing sword light erupted in all directions.

The sword power and the dragon power were perfectly fused, condensed into the blue dragon sword power and roared, and then the dragon body, dragon claws and dragon tail evolved one after another, transformed into a complete blue dragon, and then swooped down towards the ground.

When the blue dragon was about to fall, it suddenly dispersed and fell into a rain of swords.

rub! rub! rub!

A hilt sword pierced through the void, and finally plunged into the rocks on the ground.

There are three hundred and forty-three swords in the densely packed blade. The seven swords make up the stars, the seven stars make up the constellations, and the seven stars are three hundred and forty-three swords.

Each sword corresponds to a star, and the Canglong Sword Formation is a miniature Canglong constellation, which is like a Canglong entrenched on the ground.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and more than 300 figures flew over, each stepping on the hilt of the sword. Stepping on the dragon's head is a middle-aged swordsman, over fifty years old, wearing a yellow coat that is very eye-catching, and the edge between his eyebrows is extremely sharp.

Heavenly Sword Intent was clearly cultivated by him to a very high attainments.

"Blue Dragon Sword Formation!"

Just taking a deep breath, this kind of momentum alone, makes people shudder. When the mighty sword of the Canglong rises, let alone the seventh level of Heavenly Soul, even the Xingjun of the Astral Realm can hardly hold on for a few rounds.

The three formations of the gods, ghosts and dragons do not need to kill all the formations, just break the formation.

It's easy to say, but the swordsmen who have challenged all the time, without exception, all died in this level, and it was too late to even admit defeat.

The leader of Qingyang County has not seen the Canglong Sword Formation for many sessions of the Famous Sword Conference, and his expression is quite sad at this moment. An outsider from Cangxuan Mansion pushed the Feng family to such a level that they were the leaders of Qingyang County, and their faces were somewhat dull.

But it should stop here. After all, no one can survive in the Canglong Sword Formation, and Lin Yun will definitely regret his decision.

"kill him!"

On the VIP stage, Feng Xuanzi gritted his teeth in a cold voice.

With a dragon roar, the Canglong entrenched on the ground seemed to come alive, roaring fiercely, and slaughtered towards Lin Yun.

Boom!

The world was shaking, and everyone was dazzled, and countless sword lights were intertwined into a majestic dragon shadow. From a distance, it looks like a living dragon, exuding majestic coercion, as majestic as a mountain.

Lin Yun looked extremely small under this blue dragon.

clang!

The dazzling sword light bloomed, and the dragon head collided with the funeral flower, bursting out dazzling sparks. Bang, Lin Yun stepped back several steps in a row under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Although the cultivation base of more than 300 figures are all banned in the sky, they are like a whole with the blessing of the sword array.

A slight collision showed an absolute disparity in strength. At this moment, even the half-step Shenxiao's sword intent was unreliable.

"Canglong swings its tail!"

The yellow-robed swordsman at the head let out an angry shout.

Whoosh!

Canglong's dragon tail shone with dazzling electric light, and it swept across directly like a shock. A sharp sword wind blew up wherever he passed, cutting the void into a single crack, which was shocking to see.

clang clang!

Lin Yun avoided the dragon's tail dangerously and dangerously.

"Dance of the Blue Dragon!"

The swordsman in yellow roared angrily again, the huge dragon head forcibly turned around, and then turned back towards Lin Yun like lightning.

Roar!

The dragon's mouth opened, and Lin Yun couldn't avoid it, holding his sword in both hands to block it.

Clang!

It seemed that the dragon head collided with Lin Yunjian from a height, but in actual contact, only the sword of the swordsman in yellow touched the funeral flower. The rest of the swordsmen are condensing their handprints and showing their sword power, maintaining the body of the Canglong Sword Formation.

Bang!

With the loud noise, Lin Yun's feet sank into the ground, and the whole ground collapsed instantly.

Boom!

The countless floor rocks around Lin Yun's body shattered and turned into large and small stones, suspended in mid-air.

"too difficult……"

Zhao Yan's expression on the Feitian Stage was solemn. The Canglong Sword Formation was really unreasonable. The three hundred people had cooperated for at least ten years.

If you want to find out the flaws, let alone Heavenly Soul, even a hundred-year-old Xingjun can't do it.

Only by breaking the skill with force and breaking it layer by layer can we pass the paragraph. But the cultivation base is limited to the heavenly soul, it is useless when the gods come, and he can't think of a way to win.