Chapter 1195

Are you going to try the sword again?

The corners of Lin Yun's mouth twitched into a smile, and he could clearly feel that many people looked at him with other flavors.

After all, he "broken" the Fen Yan Sword before, and the shock to everyone's heart still lingers.

The picture was picturesque. The Fenyan Sword, which was close to the Thousand-pattern Holy Soldier, was broken in front of everyone, leaving only the bare hilt.

It is inevitable that people will not think too much, the Thousand Thunder Sword will not be broken again, right?

Lin Yun murmured in his heart, maybe this group of people really expected him to break the Thousand Thunder Sword.

He guessed right, when the Eight Fierce Soul Locking Array was lifted, everyone thought of this involuntarily.

On the Feitian Terrace, Zhao Yan and others all looked at it with great interest. The Fen Yanjian was broken abruptly before, so many people didn't understand it.

Now that the Thousand Thunder Sword has appeared, no details can be missed.

"Isn't it possible that the Thousand Thunder Sword will also be broken?" Gong Haoran smiled and made fun of it.

Zhao Yan glared at him and said, "Crow's mouth, you should say less."

The Fenyan Sword can't compare to the Thousand Thunder Sword, no matter how powerful a hundred-patterned holy soldier is, it is still a hundred-patterned holy soldier after all. The value of the Thousand-pattern Holy Soldier is very different, not to mention the Thousand-pattern Holy Soldier of the Mo clan, the existence above the Dragon Vein Realm is hard to guarantee that it will not be tempted.

It should be said that he has been tempted, and countless messages have just spread out, and he does not know how many people are hidden outside the Feng family.

"Don't worry, the Qianlei Sword can't be broken, so I'm just joking." Gong Haoran smiled, and deep down, he felt that the Qianlei Sword couldn't be broken.

Besides, Lin Yun had no reason to break him.

Lin Yun stood in the center of the square, and the voices of many discussions inevitably entered his ears.

It seems that these people have decided that the Fen Yan Sword was broken by him on purpose, just to give the Feng family a disgrace.

"Hehe, these bastards really don't know much. Lin Yun, go and break the Thousand Thunder Sword, let them know how powerful your broken sword is!" The Great Emperor's voice, in the Ziyuan sword box, grinned. into his ears.

Lin Yun was too lazy to speak and ignored her.

In fact, no one stipulated that he must pull out this sword. The previous Fenyan Sword was quite special.

It was Feng Xuanzi who wanted to show off, but forced Lin Yun to try his sword, so that the world would know what kind of famous sword he forged.

Lin Yun now has his own considerations, and he still has some understanding of his broken sword body. Now we can figure out some rules. The higher the quality of the sword, the longer it will take to break.

A sword of poor quality will break directly in the hand.

For example, the Fenyan Sword actually lasted for a period of time before it suddenly broke. At first, he thought that the body of the Broken Sword was useless.

If it is the Thousand Thunder Sword, it may last longer.

Let's try it for the moment and see if my thoughts are right, anyway, this sword is not his.

Bring a hilt back to the old man, as if... there's nothing wrong with it.

Lin Yun's eyes flickered, and when he thought of this, there was no more burden in his heart.

Whoosh!

He rose across the sky, towards the Thousand Thunder Sword above the pool, and flew away like lightning.

In front of everyone's eyes, in the breath, he held the scabbard of the Thousand Thunder Sword in his left hand.

The ancient breath is blowing, the years are endless and the vicissitudes are heavy. Before the sword was unsheathed, Lin Yun could imagine that it must be a peerless sword, far above the Fenyan Sword.

Lin Yun had already made up his mind. After looking at it for a moment, he grabbed his right hand on the hilt and pulled it out.

hum!

But the result was a little embarrassing, Lin Yun's face showed a look of difficulty, but the sword body did not move at all, and there was no intention to unsheath.

"what happened?"

"Does this sword still have to recognize its master?"

"Lin Yun doesn't seem to be recognized by this sword. Is it because his cultivation is too low? With his swordsmanship, it is impossible not to be recognized..."

Suddenly there was an uproar, and everyone's eyes showed doubts.

When the sword reaches a certain level, it will definitely have its own temper, which is the so-called aura. It is quite normal to be unable to draw a sword without its recognition.

But what happened to Lin Yun was a bit strange.

He is a genius who has passed the three gates of the dragon and the ghost. If you talk about swordsmanship, let alone no one of his peers. The powerhouses of the Divine Core Realm are not comparable to him, and they are not even worthy of carrying shoes.

"Little Bingfeng, what's going on?"

A look of doubt flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and he secretly transmitted a voice to the emperor.

"It's interesting, this sword is not small, I'm not convinced by you." The Great Emperor's voice was playful, and he smiled leisurely.

"As expected of that old man's sword, he has such a big temper! If you're not convinced, then I'll have to pull you out to see what kind of majesty you have."

Lin Yun immediately thought of Headmaster Fuyun, and thought that the other party had a bad temper, even Jian's temper was so bad.

Xiao Bingfeng complained in her heart, your temper is not the same stubbornness.

Whoa!

The Canglong Sacred Heaven Art was activated, Lin Yun's whole body was full of energy, and the Canglong Seal in his heart burst into light, activating all the hundred dragon patterns on his body.

Boom!

In an instant, the energy in Lin Yun's body surged, and the energy and blood were like a river, and it was boiling.

One after another dragon pattern poured into his wrist, causing his right hand to burst out with a terrifying strength comparable to that of a dragon's claws.

The thunder was rolling in the sky, and the visions belonging to the sacred body of the Canglong appeared one after another.

Lin Yun frowned, his face showed an extremely labored expression, his teeth were clenched, and sweat seeped out from his forehead.

Click!

After a long stalemate, the Thousand Thunder Sword was finally pulled out an inch, and the person who was immediately dazzled by the dazzling electric light could not open their eyes. Boom, the boundless thunderclouds spread to the point of obscuring the sky in an instant, and the bright sunlight just now disappeared in an instant, and the sky was dark.

A majestic and boundless coercion swept out, and all the swordsmen in Qingyan Square felt a fear in their hearts.

"My sword intent is out of control..."

On the Feitian Platform, Zhao Yan's face changed, and he was terrified to find out. The sword intent in his body, the thought of worshipping the Thousand Thunder Sword, his body became stiff, and he wanted to kneel on one knee uncontrollably.

It's not just him, except for the swordsmen above the Dragon Vein Realm, the sword intent of the rest is out of control.

boom!

With a loud shout, Lin Yun pulled out the sword completely, and countless lightnings ripped apart the void.

The dazzling sword body of the Thousand Thunder Sword erupted with terrifying pressure, and at the same time, a golden spot of light appeared behind Lin Yun. The spot of light spread out in all directions at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and in a short while it developed an extremely complex and intricate pattern.

That is a complete divine rune!

thump!

All the swordsmen below the Dragon Vein Realm fell to their knees, their faces pale, and they all looked extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if the heart was being held tightly by an invisible hand. With a little force, the heart would be torn to death.

"God pattern!!"

Someone looked up and saw the sparkling lines behind Lin Yun, and their eyes were full of shock.

No wonder the Feng family was reluctant to hand over this sword. He had already passed three levels, and Feng Xuanzi still had to play tricks in public. The core pattern of this sword is no longer a holy pattern, but a complete divine pattern.

It is hard to imagine that the divine pattern can be branded on the holy soldier, and what kind of material can withstand the divine pattern.

Thousand-pattern Saint Soldier!

Looking at the whole world, I am afraid that anyone who does not have a few thousand-patterned holy soldiers can compete with this sword.

"This sword has the potential to become a magic weapon..." In the Ziyuan sword box, the well-informed Emperor Tutian said in shock.

Even in ancient times, it was extremely difficult to imprint the divine pattern on the holy soldiers.

After the fall of the golden age, the way of the divine rune has been lost, and the strength of the divine rune that can be mastered today is very few and incomplete.

"The old man is lucky."

Lin Yun looked at Qianleijian and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

This is indeed a peerless sword, the ultimate dream of all swordsmen, I am afraid it is nothing more than this.

And this sword is extremely pure. If you cultivate a swordsman who masters the will of thunder, you will be fortunate to get this sword. That is really incredible, the strength will span several levels, and the Thunder Sword Intent will be strengthened unimaginably.

Speaking of which, I also have the will of Thunder.

What he comprehends is Canglong Jianwei, but Canglong itself is in charge of wind and thunder, with the help of this sword, his Canglong Jianwei will also skyrocket.

Buzz!

In the Ziyuan sword box, the burial foil trembled with dissatisfaction, as if complaining about something.

Ha ha!

Lin Yun laughed, and the funeral flower was jealous.

Qianlei is good, but after all, I only love funeral flowers. I will never abandon you in this life.

One person and one sword have the same mind, and the funeral flower felt Lin Yun's mind, and immediately became quiet.

Click!

Just when Lin Yun was intoxicated by the style of the Thousand Thunder Sword, the looming divine pattern behind him appeared cracks. Xiao Bingfeng hurriedly said, "Quick, quick, quick. Quickly let go, the sword, the sword, the sword is about to shatter!!"

Lin Yun woke up, startled, and quickly put the sword into the sheath.

But the sword seemed to have a temper, and it competed with Lin Yun's broken sword body. The process of putting it into the scabbard was extremely painful, and it was much slower than when the sword was drawn.

rock!

The "broken sword" that had not moved in Lin Yun's body for a long time, in that dark and mysterious space, flickered with a lonely and indifferent cold light.

click! click! click! click! click!

The complete Divine Rune behind him, the cracked traces became more and more obvious, and the blade of the Thousand Thunder Sword burst out with more and more dazzling rays of light, burning like a flame, constantly spitting out electric light.

The vision between heaven and earth has become extremely terrifying.

It seems that two terrifying beasts are secretly fighting each other, and even the big bosses in the Dragon Vein Realm on the VIP stage can't stand it anymore.

Their faces showed a look of difficulty, their legs bent uncontrollably, and they looked up into the air one by one, with unbelievable expressions in their eyes.

Looking around, everyone in Qingyan Square was almost all kneeling on the ground.

Only Luo Hua, who was dressed in white, looked up, and there was a little doubt on the face of Qingcheng under the white gauze hat.

Looking at the elder Bai who was kneeling on the ground with great difficulty, Luo Hua reached out and put her hand on the other's shoulder.

Whoa!

Elder Bai was relieved, he hurriedly got up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and kicked his breath: "Master Luo, what's wrong..."

Luo Hua said uncertainly: "That sword... seems to be breaking."

thump!

Elder Bai, who just stood up, turned pale, and fell to his knees again in fright.

I'll be darling, don't scare me, this is the Thousand Thunder Sword branded with the Divine Mark! Elder Bai wanted to cry but had no tears, if the headmaster knew, it would be great!