Chapter 1898

Tianxuan Sword Master is so powerful that even his true appearance is revealed.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and said, "Senior... you are joking."

"The whole lineage of Yaoguang is not like this. Do you dare to do it or not admit it?" Tianxuan Sword Master sneered.

Master, what exactly have you done?

Lin Yun smiled bitterly in his heart and said: "Uncle Master, I don't know what you are talking about?"

"Still pretending to be stupid?"

Tianxuan Sword Master said coldly: "Is this what Jian Wuming taught you? If you don't admit it anymore, I will kill you right now!"

boom!

The majestic murderous aura fell, and the turtle divine seal in Lin Yun's body was immediately greatly impacted, and there was a faint tendency to collapse at any time.

"Then master, uncle, just kill me."

Lin Yun said in a deep voice.

Buzz!

Without any warning, a holy sword came through the air and landed at the tip of Lin Yun's eyes in an instant.

Lin Yuncang Long Jianxin had sensed it for a long time, but in the end he did not hide, or even blinked.

The cold light on the tip of the sword was just a hair away from his eyes, which would have frightened an ordinary person.

Time seemed to have stopped. Whoops, Tianxuan Sword Master waved his hand, and the holy sword withdrew again.

Lin Yun breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, great uncle, for showing mercy."

"I am not showing mercy, I just confirmed your identity."

Tianxuan Sword Master said calmly: "Ye Guhan and Ye Qingtian do have a close relationship. It was he who begged for Ye Qingtian's love that day, so I didn't kill him."

"But I met him a year ago. He did have a hidden agenda when he sneaked into the Holy Immortal Pond."

Lin Yun's expression changed, Tianxuan Sword Master actually knew this.

"A person's talent can be accumulated over time, his cultivation can skyrocket out of thin air, and his swordsmanship can advance rapidly. But there is one thing that is difficult to change. Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know."

"It's the desire for life. He is a person who is trying to survive. Ye Qingtian has a lot of concern in his heart. Even if he suffers great humiliation, he will still survive."

Tianxuan Sword Saint said: "You are not, and there is no such person in the Yaoguang lineage. Yesterday when you were writing, I guessed your identity. Qinghe did not dare to see me.

You didn't dodge the sword strike just now, I'm already convinced in my heart."

Lin Yun's eyes changed and he was noncommittal.

"If you want to pretend, just keep pretending. I don't even bother to expose you, just like I didn't want to expose Jian Wuming back then." There is a hint of cold edge hidden in Tianxuan Sword Master's cold expression.

The character and arrogance that only sword cultivators have.

"From now on, you will practice your sword here with me." Tianxuan Sword Master muttered.

"How long will it take to practice?"

"Let's learn the thirteenth sword first."

Tianxuan Sword Master's body was once again bathed in the holy light, becoming unfathomable, as misty and distant as clouds, and high above.

She took out the paper and inkstone, then lowered her head to write.

As the pen and ink take shape, every stroke, every stroke, every stroke, is filled with boundless holy light.

Swish, swish, swish!

Six ink figures flew out of the paper, holding holy swords, and came towards Lin Yun to kill.

But it is exactly the same as Yaoguang's method of teaching disciples, except that Tianxuan Sword Master is more ruthless.

The six ink figures are all fierce and fierce, and they all wield the Firefly Divine Sword.

And without exception, all sword intentions have reached the realm of the galaxy, and their cultivation levels are all in the realm of nirvana.

Whoosh!

Lin Yun suddenly had no other thoughts and soared into the sky, but after landing, he was still surrounded by figures.

He didn't care much at first, but soon began to complain secretly.

Whoops!

Within a moment, there were sword wounds left on his body, blood flew everywhere, and the sword fire of the stars continued to burn on the wounds.

Even with the Double Dragon Holy Body, Lin Yun grimaced in pain. The feeling was really uncomfortable.

Tianxuan Sword Master ignored it and continued to write. The ink figure's sword moves changed again, and it was still the Firefly Divine Sword. The second sword, the third sword and the fourth sword were used one after another.

Even though Soryu Kenshin warned him, Lin Yun was still tired of coping, and his injuries continued to increase.

On the square in front of the Wuchen Palace, there were sword lights and shadows of people.

Lin Yun pushed the Sun-Chasing Divine Technique to the limit, moving about every inch, almost splitting into six.

But he was still at a loss, and finally at the seventh sword blow, the funeral flower in his hand was directly knocked away.

Rub rub rub rub!

Six ink figures blocked him with swords from all directions, rendering him unable to move for an instant.

"Is this the level of Yaoguang disciple?"

Tianxuan Sword Master stopped writing and said with a slight sarcasm.

Lin Yun's eyes looked extremely dissatisfied, and he deliberately sacrificed the Azure Dragon Sword Heart and unfolded the Golden Crow Holy Wings.

But the moment he raised his head, his eyes met with those of the other party, who looked quite amused.

It seems that besides, you like to pretend, and it depends on how long you keep pretending, just waiting for Lin Yun to take the initiative to reveal his identity.

I just pretended!

Lin Yun's temper also got worse. He stretched out his hand and flicked the holy sword in front of him, then carried two swords hard, and finally Zhan Hua flew in and blocked the remaining four swords.

"Is the Tianxuan lineage nothing more than this?"

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled with a smile on his lips.

But he soon stopped laughing. Tianxuan Sword Master didn't talk nonsense with him and kept writing.

Then write, then dance with the sword.

When the twelve swords were finished, Lin Yun was covered in sword wounds and bleeding, and he knelt on the ground with one knee holding the sword.

"Where is another sword?"

Lin Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered, "There are still ten thousand swords left in the Thirteen Yinghuo Swords that have not been used yet."

"Have a rest for half a stick of incense and continue."

Tianxuan Sword Master did not answer and only asked him to rest for half a stick of incense.

Then the cycle starts again!

By the time the sun sets, the Yinghuo sword technique has been cycled nearly a hundred times, and every time the thirteen swords and ten thousand swords are not unified.

This made Lin Yundu a little suspicious. Tianxuan Sword Master was not here to teach him swordsmanship, but purely to retaliate.

If he is willing to teach, he should also teach him Ten Thousand Swords to Unite. Lin Yun has already learned the previous twelve swords.

"Continue tomorrow."

Tianxuan Sword Master rose up in the sky, not even staying for a moment.

Lin Yun took a deep breath, and after all, he didn't ask any questions. He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to heal his wounds.

He is not someone who gives up easily.

…

The next day.

Sword cultivators from all over the place gathered in small groups and rushed towards Yuyang Palace. Today was the day for Tianxuan Sword Master to examine everyone, and no one dared to delay.

In two days, each of the three words left by Tianxuan Sword Master on that day gained a lot.

Wang Ziyue came to Chen Zhong and whispered, "Have you seen Ye Qingtian?"

"without."

Chenzhong shook his head.

Ye Qingtian is very eye-catching. If it really appeared, it would be impossible not to notice it.

"It's weird, where did this guy go?" Wang Ziyue said in confusion.

He originally planned to invite Lin Yun to accompany him today, but he missed it. After arriving at the dojo, he still did not see the latter.

"Don't worry, that guy will definitely come." Chen Zhong said nonchalantly.

Wang Ziyue looked at the Sifang Sword Cultivator and muttered: "I don't know why my uncle suddenly paid attention to the Naming Sword Conference. He has never paid attention to it in the past so many conferences."

Chen Zhong smiled and said: "In the past, Tiandao Sect's rankings were very poor. After all, the sect was not established with swords. Maybe my uncle can't stand it."
To be continued...