Chapter 1978

I told you to stay still!

Ouyang Heng shivered, and now he finally didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to look up.

This was a rather humiliating scene, and everyone outside Tibetan Sword Lake was stunned.

Above the sky tower, a few people around Feng Shaoyu also opened their mouths slightly, and some were speechless.

Especially Zao Wou-Ki's face was extremely ugly, his five fingers were on the railing, and he forced out a few fingerprints.

Gu Zijing in the Ice and Snow Temple, Jiang Yunting in Wanjianlou, and Feng Shengling, a rising star in Cangjian Villa, their expressions changed, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Lin Yun.

"I lost."

Ouyang Heng's mouth was dry, and he finally had no choice but to spit out these three words.

"Um."

Lin Yun just nodded, retracted the sword that was on the opponent's head, and said lightly, "Go on."

Ouyang Heng went down in despair. Not long ago, he was a genius who won ten consecutive victories, high-spirited and proud of the Quartet.

But in just a cup of tea, he fell to his knees, and he was extremely defeated.

There was no sound from the noisy viewing platform.

They were uncomfortable, not only because Ouyang Heng was defeated.

It was also due to Lin Yun's attitude that he was extremely casual as if he had dismissed a wild dog.

Obviously he didn't say anything excessive, but it gave people the feeling of being extremely uncomfortable.

"Ye Qingtian, I will meet you!"

In this silence, a figure flew out, it was Zhang Feng from Wanjianlou.

He was very strong, and the moment he landed on the Tibetan Sword Lake, his sword intent caused nine waves of dozens of meters to rise on the lake.

That's pretty impressive!

The water in Cangjian Lake is holy fire spirit gold, which is equivalent to liquid metal. In short, it is a flowing holy soldier.

Ordinary people don't say that it is shocking waves, even a few ripples are extremely difficult, and his hand is quite provocative.

"Don't think of me as a waste of the Black Feather Palace. My Wanjianlou is the holy place of swordsmanship in the southern border. It is immortal and will shake the world!"

Zhang Feng is extremely strong and unrestrained. His long hair flutters in the wind, his sword eyebrows and star eyes, and he is very handsome.

The remarks were deafening, and the audience who listened to the audience were excited and their expressions were revived.

The swordsmen of Wanjianlou are good at controlling and controlling the sword. They can control multiple holy swords at the same time.

Swish!

Zhang Feng clasped his palms together, and immediately behind him appeared eighteen ten thousand-patterned holy swords, each of which contained a powerful sword force.

"Ye Qingtian, look good!" Zhang Feng grinned, his handprints changed rapidly, and the eighteen real holy swords turned.

Hu Chi, in the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword shadows appeared, forming a vast sword formation between the virtual and the real.

The sword power on Zhang Feng's body became stronger and stronger, as if from one point, it suddenly expanded into a lake, which looked quite miraculous.

boom!

When he formed the seal again, there was a humming sound, and the shocking sword chanting came out, and countless sword stances gathered on him.

Zhang Feng's original half-step Xinghe Sword Intent actually broke the shackles at this moment and erupted into a sword power comparable to Xinghe Sword Intent.

"Ye Qingtian, how dare you take my sword!" Zhang Feng laughed and slapped it out.

He only heard the sound of sword chants, and a dazzling sword light hung above his head and whistled with his palm.

Ka Ka Ka!

It was too terrifying, this sword completely lost the power of the galaxy, and Zhang Feng's eyebrows even had stars blooming.

"Xinghe Sword Intent!"

"This is the secret technique of Wanjianlou, Wanjian becomes empty!"

"Xinghe Sword Intent has come out, how dare Ye Qingtian go crazy?"

"Kill him!"

Everyone in the audience was completely crazy, their eyes were full of excitement, and the silent viewing platform became noisy again.

Lin Yun could see the truth at a glance, this kind of pieced together Star River Sword Intent looked really intimidating.

But the fake is fake after all, Lin Yun didn't even need to use Kenshin deliberately to see the flaw.

Lin Yun raised his hand and stamped it across the air. Bang, the huge sword formation shattered with just one palm.

The sword shadows of the holy swords kept bursting like glass, and only eighteen real holy swords kept shaking. Zhang Feng encouraged them to support them, but he still couldn't control them.

"How is this possible? My sword is afraid? This... how is this possible?"

Zhang Feng couldn't understand it.

Once the sword formation was broken, the so-called galaxy disappeared like fireworks, and he looked up in disbelief.

Lin Yun sneered at the corner of his mouth and shook his head slightly. This silent mockery was like a sharp arrow piercing his heart, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Gorgeous."

Lin Yun stretched out his hand, his long sleeves spread out like a cloud, and the sword stance on his body was like a peony that bloomed in an instant.

The Lord of the Hundred Flowers, King over the world, when the flowers bloom, Wan Jian surrenders.

Pfft!

Zhang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and was directly fanned out. The eighteen holy swords lost control and fell into the Tibetan Sword Lake and melted after a while.

"This……"

Zhang Feng's wild words seemed to be still echoing in his ears, and then he was defeated directly.

The contrast came too quickly, and everyone couldn't accept it for a while, and they didn't know how to respond.

"Ye Qingtian, don't deceive people too much!"

In the silence, someone broke the silence.

It was the Nangong He, the Ice and Snow Temple whose name was remembered by everyone, who also won nine consecutive victories.

He was very angry, and he rose directly into the air, and the man went berserk in mid-air.

"roll!"

Lin Yun snorted coldly, and the Divine Sky Sword Art, which was close to the peak of perfection, urged thousands of black Netherworld flowers to bloom on the lake in an instant.

Then, with a flick of his finger, the majestic and vast Nether sword force turned into a sword cluster and burst out.

Pfft!

Nangong He was still in the air and fell down, a hole appeared in his chest, he spat out a big mouthful of blood, and flew out directly.

This scene completely shocked everyone, and they looked at each other in dismay, unable to speak.

Lin Yun lost three people in a row, and they all defeated the enemy with one move. Feng Shaoyu, the master of the young village on Tianque, suddenly became a little anxious: "Isn't Donghuang Kendo declining?"

Gu Zijing, who had not spoken, said with a smile: "The young master does not know that Ye Qingtian is a rare swordsman in the Tiandao Sect in five hundred years. It is rumored that he also masters the Galaxy Sword Intent, but now it seems to be true. already."

Feng Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, this guy also has the Galaxy Sword Intent?

Feng Shengling said: "This guy may not be the second Jian Jingtian, but under the semi-holy, I am afraid that few people can't get him. They don't know Xinghehe. No matter how many people come, they will send food."

Feng Shaoyu frowned slightly, he was already a half-sage and couldn't make a move, and said: "What should I do, if he really won the first place, the face of Jianmeng will be completely lost."

Gu Zijing said with a smile, "You don't have to worry about it, Master Young Master, Sheng Ling is a swordsman in the Hidden Sword Villa, and he is also a genius. If Sheng Ling is willing to take action, it will not be difficult to defeat this person."

Feng Shengling smiled: "I mastered the Galaxy Sword Intent half a year ago, and I can officially enter the realm of Xiaocheng with only a trace. A fight with him is enough for me to break through."

His eyes were burning, and he looked very excited, and the other party was a very suitable stepping stone.

Once you defeat this person, you can not only make your own kendo breakthrough, but also make a name for the sword alliance.

Kill two birds with one stone, not too good.

"Who else is willing to fight next time." Just at this moment, Lin Yun stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at every Sword League leader.

Everyone bowed their heads and did not dare to look at it. They have lost the three evil spirits in a row, and they are not giving up their efforts. Who dares to go up?

"Let me do it."

Feng Shengling stood up, he jumped down from the sky, and landed on the Kunpeng statue of the Eight Fierce Soul Locking Array on the lake.

There was a light blue sword light on his body, with a sacred meaning, which seemed to merge with Kunpeng's momentum invisibly.

That majestic sword stance, like two Kunpeng wings propped up behind him, made him look mighty and boundless.

"Is this the Tianpeng Sword Art in the legend of Cangjian Villa?"

"It should be. It is said that this sword technique can be cultivated to the pinnacle of the realm, and it can be derived from the Kunpeng sword, and the sword can be used to swing nine days!"

"Feng Shengling is a genius who has not been born in Tibetan Sword Villa for a hundred years. With his help, he should be able to end this night."

...

After the disastrous defeat of the first three people, everyone in the Sword League kept a low profile, and did not dare to speak very eloquently.

But their eyes were hot, staring at Feng Shengling, their eyes full of hope.

Must win!

This kid must not be allowed to be arrogant any longer!

Feng Shengling stood on the statue of Kunpeng, looking very casual, and said with a smile: "You are the swordsman wizard of Tiandao Sect, and I am the swordsman wizard of Cangjian Villa, both of which are rare in five hundred years. It will be quite interesting.”

Lin Yunpin made out the meaning of his words and said, "Do you want to say that wizards are also different?"

"That's right."

Feng Shengling jumped off the statue of Kunpeng and came ten steps before Lin Yun, and said proudly, "I am not humble. When it comes to swordsmanship alone, the genius of Cangjian Villa is definitely higher than the genius of Tiandao Sect."

Lin Yun smiled: "How tall is it?"

Feng Shengling was so arrogant that he said loudly, "How high is the hanging giant sword on the stove behind me!"

Lin Yun glanced at it and said, "It's almost higher than the sky."

"Hahaha, yes, my sword is higher than the sky!"

Feng Shengling laughed loudly, and the Galaxy Sword Intent burst into bloom, the eyebrows gleamed, and the terrifying Sword Intent instantly tore apart the thirty-six layers of the sky.

The starlight fell, and Feng Shengling hung in the air, with dazzling sword light all over his body, he was as dazzling as a star.

This is the real Xinghe Sword Intent. Thirty-six days away, Xinghe is dreaming.

There is no limit to his madness, but he does have the qualifications to be mad.

Everyone inside and outside the dojo boiled, and the blood rekindled, and the people of the Sword League couldn't help cheering.

The might of the Xinghe sword came surging and landed on Lin Yun, but it left him untouched and unaffected in the slightest.

"Sure enough, you do know the Galaxy Sword Intent." Feng Shengling smiled.

Lin Yun did not release the Galaxy Sword Intent, but being able to resist this sword power was enough to show that he was on the same level as himself.

"Wizards to Wizards, Xinghe to Xinghe, so I won't be bullying you." Feng Shengling said: "Do you have the Xingyao Holy Sword? If not, I will lend you one."

Lin Yun said: "No, you just do it."

"Crazy enough, I like it!"

Feng Shengling's mouth twitched into a smile. He felt a lot of pressure on the opponent, and he felt that this battle would be quite difficult, at least a thousand strokes would be needed to determine the winner.

And his chance of winning is not more than 70%, but his blood is boiling, and the fighting spirit is burning like a volcano.

This is the opponent he wants, and this is the stepping stone that will allow him to break through.

The two were only ten steps apart, and neither of them was in a hurry.

The first move will take the lead, but it will also be the first to reveal flaws, and the choice depends on the person.

At the moment, they stared at each other.

It seems that the waves are calm, but in fact, the qi and machines are constantly fighting, but one is aggressive and the other is calm.

This guy is so patient!

Feng Shengling murmured in his heart, and then took the lead without warning.

Before everyone could react, his sword had already come to his neck, and it seemed that the next second would see blood splashing and falling to the head.

Pfft!

Blood splashed, a hole appeared in Feng Shengling's chest, his body flew a hundred paces upside down, and he knelt on one knee on the water.

In that instant, the outcome was decided.

Lin Yun said lightly: "Forgot to tell you, I am a rare swordsman wizard who has been seen in five hundred years."

[It seems that Ouyang Heng's sect was mistaken. My father was hospitalized the day before yesterday and transferred from the city to Tongji, Wuhan overnight. I wrote that chapter on the high-speed train. I haven't slept much in the past two days. I really can't sleep, and my brain is a little dizzy. I just finished the operation at 10 o'clock tonight, so I feel a little relieved, and I will try my best to ensure continuous changes in the past few days. 】