Chapter 1193

The endless starlight condensed into a mercury-like waterfall, pouring down from the crack in the first layer of the sky, reaching a length of nearly a thousand feet.

The same picture, everyone has seen it once, and it is still very shocking to see it again.

However, the previous time, when Lin Yun made this move, the Canglong Sword Formation was already on the decline, but this time he seemed very passive.

Not to mention whether Feng Tianyuan could block it, even if he really defeated Feng Tianyuan, there were still three white-haired old men behind him who came to kill him with swords.

Feng Tianyuan's hair was disheveled, and blood was flowing from his body, looking like a madman.

In the fierce battle just now, it seemed to others that he was on a par with Lin Yun. But in the middle of it, he himself has misery and is embarrassed.

When the star magic flower bloomed outside the body, Lin Yun's sword power in the realm of celestial soul completely overwhelmed him.

Even if he is a half-step dragon-veined powerhouse, after the cultivation base is banned from the heavenly soul, it still does not look good enough. Compared with his kendo skills, he is not Lin Yun's opponent at all. He has been able to support him all the way until now, relying on his own background.

Seeing Lin Yun's killer move, Feng Tianyuan laughed instead of anger, and said loudly, "You little beast, you can't hold it anymore, your time of death is coming!"

He opened his eyes angrily and saw clearly, as long as he blocked Lin Yun's sword, the other three white-haired old men would definitely kill him.

People who are a little smarter will choose to give up and simply admit defeat.

"Don't kneel down to the old man and beg for mercy!"

While laughing, Feng Tianyuan pushed the meteorite sword technique to the limit, and nine star-like flame meteorites burst out with dazzling sword light.

The sword lights are connected together, and the space around him is directly banned, and it evolves into an unbreakable enchantment.

Boom!

At the same time, the three white-haired old men who rose up from the rear looked indifferent and approached step by step with swords in hand.

They have been gaining momentum for a long time, the sword light on their bodies is comparable to the sun and the moon, and countless murderous intentions are rolling towards Lin Yun. Before the three swords were really approaching, Lin Yun felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body, and the surface of his body was swept by the invisible sword wind.

If you were an ordinary person, you would have already been drenched in blood, and the corpses would be dismembered in the air.

"Lin Yun, if you admit defeat now, this old man can save you from death!" Hiding in the barrier condensed by the nine-star sword glow, Feng Tianyuan squinted his eyes and looked at Lin Yun, grinning.

He was somewhat guilty, Lin Yun's sword was extremely terrifying, and he had been forced to the point of being unable to fight back.

It can only be broken to the point of defense, and the sword power on the body is compressed to the limit under the majestic sword power of the opponent.

Lin Yun held the funeral flower, his face was expressionless, and his emotions did not fluctuate at all.

There is no word for mercy in his dictionary. He has come step by step, how can he give up at the last moment.

Countless eyes focused on Lin Yun, all wanting to see how he would react. This path was chosen by Lin Yun himself. From the time he forced Feng Tianyuan to such a situation, he should have thought about the other three white-haired old men in the Celestial Pill Realm, and would never sit idly by.

There will definitely be endless means, waiting for him and Feng Tianyuan to decide the winner.

Lin Yun said lightly: "You should die!"

click! click! click!

The sound of the broken sky became extremely violent, and the starlight poured down became more and more dazzling. Lin Yun had long hair and flamboyant eyebrows. He held the funeral flower and killed it like lightning.

This sword is in the sky!

Click!

The sword light slashed away, destroying the dry and pulling the rot, and released the enchantment of Feng Tianyuan in just an instant. Bang, and then the sword light trend continued, and the nine star sword lights floating around the opponent's body shattered one by one.

hum!

The funeral flower trembled, shining with a dreamlike light, Lin Yun held the sword and did not retreat, the sword edge slashed towards the opponent's throat.

"Insanity!"

Between the light and the flint, Feng Tianyuan was furious and shouted coldly, "It's not that simple to kill this old man."

After all, he is a powerhouse in the half-step Divine Core Realm. Even if his cultivation base is banned in the sky at this moment, his own martial arts background is unimaginable. Being in such a dangerous situation, he was extremely calm. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and he took the initiative to kill Lin Yun.

Whoa!

The blade in his hand burst out with a star-like cold light, splitting the void, and the starlight sword light was like a firefly falling in the sky.

His sword went straight to Lin Yun's throat, and he didn't want to kill Lin Yun. As long as he forced Lin Yun to back down a little, and the sword move didn't fall on his own vital points, then Feng Tianyuan would be enough to remain invincible.

It is conceivable that as long as you hold on for a while, the three old gods of the gods will definitely kill Lin Yun.

His face was gloomy and extremely ferocious, and he swung out a sword without leaving his hand at all, betting his life on this sword.

The two figures were in mid-air, staggered in an instant, and their sword beams slashed towards each other's throats.

But at the end, as the funeral flower kept zooming in Feng Tianyuan's eyes, the fear in his heart suddenly increased sharply. With a thud, his heart was beating wildly, making a thumping sound, and he almost burst his chest and jumped out.

Damn, this guy is really not afraid of death!

Feng Tianyuan's pupils shrank sharply, completely cowardly. Even if his sword hits the opponent's throat, if the sword power is not enough, the opponent may not die.

At most, they suffered heavy losses, but what was truly fatal was the peak blow of the three white-haired old men.

But if Lin Yun didn't change his moves, the opponent would use the power of the Fuyun Thirteen Swords, a sword that he poured with all his strength, and he would definitely die.

No, I can't die.

A look of determination flashed in Feng Tianyuan's eyes, Laozi was a half-step dragon, why should I die with him, I'm afraid of death, he's just, why bother with the bullshit rules.

Click!

He lifted the ban in an instant, and his cultivation level immediately broke the shackles of the heavenly soul and reached the realm of the star king. But what he didn't know was that he was timid in his heart, and it was inevitable that his prestige would plummet with this fatal blow.

Life and death, this is a big no-no.

Pfft!

The two figures crossed in midair in an instant, and a smear of blood bloomed in Feng Tianyuan's throat. The funeral flower cut into it, pouring sword intent and true essence into it mercilessly.

The sword in Feng Tianyuan's hand fell off. He covered his throat with both hands and kept falling towards the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, Feng Tianyuan's cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, reaching the peak of Xingjun in a short while, and then breaking through the shackles of Xingjun and reaching the realm of divine elixir.

Bang!

When the cultivation level on his body reached the half-step dragon vein state, the sword light on his neck bloomed to the limit, and the entire head flew out directly.

thump!

The corpse was separated, and the great elder of the dignified Feng family fell.

"Do not!"

On the VIP stage, Feng Xuanzi stood up without a voice, trembling all over his body. He broke the rules and let Feng Tianyuan enter the Four Profound Formation, just to use his hand to kill Lin Yun.

But he couldn't think of it, Feng Tianyuan not only failed to kill Lin Yun, but died in the opponent's sword.

The people at the scene were all outstanding, and it was obvious at a glance that Feng Tianyuan had lifted the ban before he died. Strictly speaking, from the moment he lifted the ban, Lin Yun automatically won the third pass.

It's just that Feng Tianyuan died so fast that people ignored it.

"Little beast!"

Feng Xuanzi trembled, gritted his teeth, and cursed regardless of his identity.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Yun, and he wanted to see with his own eyes that Lin Yun died under the swords of the three old gods.

Qingyan Square was silent, and everyone had no time to exclaim, because the picture in the sky was too fast. Almost at the moment when Feng Tianyuan fell, the three white-haired old men stabbed the saber in their hands against Lin Yun's heart.

Pfft!

The sword light flickered, and the blood light splashed.

The three swords directly pierced through Lin Yun's chest, and then kept stabbing, directly facing each other, and the tip of the sword appeared behind him.

The white-haired old men are all hundreds of years old Venerable Heavenly God Pill, and they are old and terrifying. Without thinking of anything else, the sword blade smashed the star demon flower floating around, and stabbed it directly against his heart.

I have to say that this kind of indifference and ruthlessness makes people numb.

It was indeed quite successful. The dragon pattern on Lin Yunrou's body, which was ignited by the blood flame holy pattern, was shattered by these three swords almost instantly.

Then the tip of the sword, mercilessly entered it, and stabbed Lin Yun in the opposite direction against his heart.

Countless people were immediately dumbfounded, covering their mouths and being speechless.

Although he had long expected that as long as Lin Yun recklessly wielded the sword in the sky, he would definitely be fatally struck by the three old gods of the gods. But when this scene really appeared, it was still hard to hide the shock in my heart, and there were speechless emotions lingering in my heart.

Pfft!

Lin Yun spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face was instantly pale, as pale as paper, and the remaining star magic flowers in the four directions dissipated like candlelight.

The sword light that covered the sky dissipated, and the dim sky became bright again.

Whoa!

Lin Yun, who was pierced by the sun, opened his eyes. Under the bright light, his face became even paler, and the purple mark between his eyebrows became more and more alluring under the pale cheeks.

Pfft!

Lin Yun bent down slightly, and in front of everyone's eyes, he vomited out blood again. He was completely powerless, and the funeral flower in his hand swayed and fell, as if the sun had lost its light. These three swords pierced through the chest, and the peak blow wrapped around them was too amazing, far exceeding his expectations.

Bang!

The three white-haired old men looked indifferent, each raised their hands and slapped heavily on the hilt of the sword.

Pfft!

The body of the sword was completely inserted, leaving only the hilt outside. After a blow, the three old men stretched their arms and pulled back.

They are calm, unhurried, and floating in the air.

Lin Yun was knocked out by this blow, like fallen leaves being swept up by the strong wind, fluttering and swaying. It can be clearly seen that the energy in Lin Yun's body is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But with the disappearance of vitality, it can also be more clearly felt that Lin Yun's fighting spirit is still slowly rising after falling.

The sword stance that had already been crushed, supported by this fighting intent, swayed in the air like a candle and persisted, but the fighting intent never went out, but the sword stance could never really gather.

He was tightly sealed by the three swords in front of his chest, and the candle light flickered, flickering and extinguishing.

If the sun goes out in the dark, then I will light a candle, and if the candle can't be lit, then I will burn my life in the dark night, turn it into light, illuminate my dim and dark eyes, illuminate my heart and never give up over the sword.

boom!

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and the sword screamed Jiuzhongtian.

Lin Yun's long hair danced wildly, and the sword power on his body suddenly soared, but with the soaring sword power, the vitality of his body was consumed at a faster rate.

Everyone was shocked. Under such madness, Lin Yun's sword power might not be able to return to the peak, and he would use up his life.

So crazy, so tragic!

Everyone was stunned by this scene. So far, Lin Yun has no intention of giving up.

"This guy, still wants to turn the tables? Dreaming!"

Feng Xuanzi roared on the VIP stage, "Kill him!"

Whoosh!

What the three white-haired old men were waiting for was now, and they just chose to retire. It was a foolproof strategy. There was no need to risk death with Lin Yun and continue to fight with him.

Now that his sword stance is restarted, it also confirms the speculation in the hearts of the three old men. This person... was originally a slanted sword, seeking a chance of survival.

After seeing the hole cards, there is no need to entangle more.

Without Feng Xuanzi's words, the three of them turned into shock and rushed towards Lin Yun like lightning. The sword that was burning with life seemed to be magnificent, but after all, there were three swords inserted in his body.

With these three swords in place, even if the opponent can't really turn over with monstrous means, he will surely die.

Buzz!

The three elders formed their own seals while flying, causing the sword inserted in Lin Yun's body to tremble.

Lin Yun's pale cheeks did not see any blood, he took a deep breath, glanced at the three Jinghong, and then slowly closed. The current encounter can be regarded as expected, but the situation is more dangerous than expected.

But this is also the only chance to win. If he does not put himself in danger, and kills one person first, he has no chance of winning.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the flying Jinghong, his hands resting on his left and right knees, each with different sword marks. While suppressing the three sharp knives in front of the chest, use the Floating Cloud Sword Art to make Qingluan reproduce you and float in the world.

The Qingluan seems to be his arm, as if the arm is instructing, and it can be manipulated at will.

His mind was concentrated like never before, and he competed for time with the three old men who turned into Jinghong. After a while, Jinghong roared, and the faces of the three old men appeared. Grab the handle.

As long as he grabbed the hilt of the sword again, Lin Yun immediately dismembered his body in one breath.

"Congeal!"

Lin Yunchu didn't change his mind, his hands that were spread out to the left and right slammed together.

The ten fingers changed at an unimaginable speed, and the sword light flickered at the fingertips, making the world flicker and darken. The passage of time seemed to speed up, with strong winds, lightning and thunder, and the entire Qingyan Square was terrifying like a world version.

"What's the matter?"

The people watching from a distance from all directions looked incomparably astonished and looked up.

"quick!"

"Hurry up!"

The faces of the three gray-haired old men changed dramatically. They sensed extremely dangerous information by virtue of their old-fashioned experience.

But after all, it was still a step too late, Lin Yun's closed eyes opened leisurely, as if the years had settled, revealing the meaning of endless vicissitudes.

Floating clouds are not my intention, ten thousand years with a flick of a finger.

The vicissitudes of life, the vicissitudes of life.

This side of the world, as if 10,000 years have passed, but it is only in the blink of an eye.

"Floating Cloud Sword, Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The complete sword seal in Lin Yun's hand was impressively formed, and the thirteen green luans were perfectly integrated, resulting in the true Holy Spirit of the Thirteen Swords of Floating Clouds. It was an ancient long sword that shone with blue light and was filled with purple thunder, as if it would last forever and be immortal.

Like a god, overlooking the heaven and earth.

Whoa!

Under the light of the sword, the three old men looked up, their eyeballs melted instantly, and blood kept flowing out of the black hole-like eye sockets.

They let out shrill screams, covering their eyes in pain.

The green light giant sword, like the king of swords, it trembled, and the countless long swords in the entire Hidden Sword Building turned into a frightening distance and escaped.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Tens of thousands of long swords fell on the four sides where Lin Yun was sitting cross-legged. Under the light of the blue light sword intent, they were eclipsed and rusted. An extremely strange sword mound appeared under the eyes of everyone, and the azure giant sword seemed to swallow all the sharpness of the sword light.

The people in the distance did not dare to look up at all, and the moment a bold person looked up, their eyes were stabbed with blood.

"my eyes!"

"Damn, what the hell is this!"

A group of people were terrified, their hearts were terrified, and they were trembling.

The Feng family went up and down, and it was even more desperate. The long sword with rust on the blade was at least a Taoist soldier without exception. There are even many hundred-pattern holy swords, but even the moment the holy sword falls, it becomes rusty and worthless.

It was too terrifying, the unimaginable horror lingered in Feng Jia's heart.

So many blades were damaged, and the loss was huge, beyond the imagination of everyone in the Feng family. Feng Xuanzi's face turned mutinous, and he spit out blood again.

Bang!

Lin Yun's handprint was changing, and the three swords on his chest were directly bounced out under such pressure. The blade was stained with blood, and flew backwards at a thunderous speed. In the blink of an eye, the hilt of the sword slammed into the three white-haired old men, causing them to vomit blood.

The vitality that was madly vanishing from Lin Yun's body also stopped at the moment when the sword left his body, which made him heave a long sigh of relief.

These three swords are really terrible, each of them contains a majestic sword power, and his fleshly body will be torn into pieces if it is a little bit short.

Even so, it still left his life hanging by a thread.

The most terrifying thing is that these three old men are too sophisticated and vicious, and they are cautious. But in the end, they were too cautious. Feng Tianyuan was timid in the last strike. The three old men were afraid that Lin Yun would die together with them, so they chose the most conservative strategy.

This is all right, even a swordsman must be in awe in the face of death.

But the real victory will always only fall on the swordsman who is upright and upright and whose heart will never go out.

Whoosh!

At the moment when the vitality stopped disappearing, Lin Yun stretched his arms, the blue shirt fluttered, and he rose into the sky.

The Nine Transformations of the Golden Crow!

He took nine steps in the air in a row, and after nine steps, he immediately caught up with the three people who were hit by the sword hilt. Golden light bloomed on his body, like a big sun in the sky, and the funeral flowers in the distance beckoned into his palm.

Turning around, the funeral flower spit out a cold and cold light.

The third old man, whose eyes were stabbed blind and was hit by the sword hilt, swallowed several people before he could react to the cold light in the sword's edge.

Pfft!

The cold light flashed, and the three heads flew down together.

Lin Yun stood in the sky with a wanton edge between his brows. He glanced back at the sword in his hand, the sun rose as usual, and the funeral flower never went away.

[This chapter is five thousand words, written in one breath, and I dare not break the chapter. Looking at the comments, I feel that the broken chapter will really be beaten to death. 】