Seeing the sword shadows everywhere, Lin Yun reached out to hold them on the hilt of the sword and habitually pulled the sword out of the sheath.
Buzz!
The burial flower trembled, and Lin Yun's eyes flashed with strange colors, and he suddenly woke up.
The array eye of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Formation is the Burial Flower Sword in his hand. Although he doesn't know the specific situation of this formation, it will be very miserable once he draws the sword.
Thinking of Ye Feifan, many people ignore the first level and don’t even need to have a trump card for the first level.
Even if he passes by luck, he will die in the second level. Lin Yun vaguely thought of something.
Perhaps, it was not that they deliberately ignored the first level, but that they did not notice the strangeness of this formation. Once they drew their swords, some methods and strength would be limited by the formation, and they could not use the trump card even if they wanted to use it.
It's not ignoring it, but forced.
This must be the case!
Lin Yun instantly realized it, and there was no other explanation.
Moreover, all the people who passed the level were dead, and the strangeness of Baigui Yexing could not be explained to others. Others only saw that the Qiao Chu of the level did not use a trump card in the first level, and fell in the second level with bruises and bruises, but never thought that the key to Baigui Yexing was the sword in his hand.
What a sinister method!
A coldness flashed across Lin Yun's body, and he looked at him and found that it was too late to dodge.
The Golden Crow Nine Changes!
When there was no room for trouble, Lin Yun reached out and let go of his shoulders, urging the Jinwujiu transformation technique to the extreme. His figure spread across the sky, moving around and dodging back and forth among the many strangled sword lights.
The way of seeing the body was dazzling and shocked.
But even so, Lin Yun finally delayed some time. When he landed, he was injured by the sword light on his body.
Swish!
The blood instantly dyed the blue shirt red. Fortunately, it was not a big deal, but it was not harmful to look scary.
"kill!"
Seeing him landing, hundreds of black-clad swordsmen each changed their steps like overwhelming arrows, shattering the void, and rushing towards Lin Yun like lightning.
Dangdangdangdangdangdang!
The sound of gold and stone collisions kept ringing, and Lin Yun's sword did not come out of her sheath, resisting the black-clothed swordsmen coming from all over the world.
Even though the sword was not unsheathed, Lin Yun's methods were still amazing and showed his exquisite sword skills.
The body is like falling leaves, and the defense is airtight.
But too many!
There were too many people, and ten people in black-clothed swordsmen were killed at him every time. One-on-one might be defeated, but they rushed forward, front, back, left and right, everywhere, causing Lin Yun to lose his sword skills to be shackled everywhere.
After one wave, the opponent immediately made another wave. One hundred people were divided into ten groups, one group of ten people, and they could launch an offensive against him without interruption.
The vast dark shadows are boundless, with tides rising and falling, endless.
"What's going on? Why didn't Lin Yun draw his sword!"
"If you don't draw the sword, you really can't hold on..."
"If this sword attainment that is against the will of heaven, if you don't draw the sword, you will at least lose 50% of your sword power. What did Lin Yun think?"
The situation between the scene was extremely dangerous, and Lin Yun never drew his sword, which made people puzzled.
Although everyone is not optimistic about Lin Yun taking the Thousand Thunder Sword, if it is just the first level, Lin Yun should not have a big problem.
But at the moment, Lin Yun made himself extremely passive.
The opponent is like a tide, rushing in waves, fast and fierce. Without attack and blindly defending, no matter how exquisite the defender is, there will definitely be a moment of collapse.
"This kid, can't he see anything?"
When the elder of the Feng family saw that Lin Yun never drew his sword, his face changed slightly and he seemed extremely nervous.
Feng Xuanzi sneered: "I see it again
How about it? Drawing a sword means death. If you don’t draw a sword, you will die even worse. There is a word of death at all sides!"
“That’s right.”
The elders of the Feng family laughed when they saw Lin Yun's embarrassing appearance.
This is an open conspiracy and has nothing to do with whether you can see the clues.
"This won't work!"
Lin Yun thought secretly in his heart, and for a while, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
There is never a reason to fight with others.
It’s not that easy to kill me!
Seeing ten black-clad swordsmen coming again, Lin Yun raised his eyebrows lightly and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
When no one could imagine, he slapped his palm on the hilt of the Burial Flower Sword, and then he heard a loud bang.
boom!
The scabbard ended up two inches on the ground, and the majestic sword force turned into a hurricane and swept out, shook all the ten black-clothed swordsmen who came to retreat, then stood with their hands behind their backs and looked at the hundred black-clothed swordsmen indifferently.
"Is this guy crazy?"
"I'm really not drawing the sword?"
"My God, you're so arrogant! I've never heard of anyone breaking the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk Sword Formation without using a sword!"
Seeing this, all the swordsmen Qiao Chu in Qingyan Square exclaimed.
On the flying platform, Zhao Yan and others also opened their mouths, unable to speak, and their eyes were full of shock.
"Don't……"
During the viewing table, Elder Bai looked nervous and stood up involuntarily.
Luo Hua was faintly big: "Sit down."
Elder Bai's face looked tangled and sat down with great reluctance.
"Hahaha, this kid is completely confused. He can't hold on!" The elder of the Feng family laughed wildly on the VIP stage, his eyes showing fierce light, as if he had seen Lin Yun being smashed into pieces by hundreds of black-clad swordsmen.
There is no place to die.
"snort!"
Feng Xuanzi snorted coldly and said nothing.
But the expression on his face was extremely cold, his expression was silent, and his eyes looked at Lin Yun. The other party was already dead in his eyes.
"hey-hey!"
Feng Xiaoyu held back his grin and looked extremely excited.
But at this moment, there was an extra jade flute in Lin Yun's hand. When the jade flute was placed on his lips, Lin Yun's long hair separated from the middle flew up and down automatically without wind.
At that moment, Lin Yun's almost perfect facial features and flawless face made all the women present unable to help but be moved.
So beautiful!
The stranger is like a jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world, so I am afraid that it is just that.
Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, the twelve rules of Yin and Yang, and the way of music, if you do not enter this sect, you are all Sanskrit sounds.
As soon as you enter this door, the opening of your mouth is the voice of the king and the prince!
Lin Yun's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened the moment the other party came.
boom!
The magnificent sword intent, with the crazy and rapid rise at this moment, showed an unprecedented sharp edge in an instant.
The sound of the king and prince, the half-step divine sword intent, the holy artifact purple jade divine bamboo flute. Play a song of Dust Light Sword Technique, I asked, where does the flowers start?
The sounds of flutes seemed to be the roars made by the emperor after his death, and the sounds shook the sky.
All the swordsmen in black who were shrouded by sword intent suddenly became stiff and were shrouded by the boundless sword force before they could think too much. Under the oppression of the voice of the prince, it felt like a commoner was facing the emperor.
The pressure is shrouded in thin ice!
I dare not look directly at the sight!
clang clang clang!
The fierce hundreds of swordsmen were unable to get close to Lin Yun in an instant. Under the cover of this flute sound, they were instantly wiped out. Lin Yun had a disadvantage of fighting against hundreds.
The hundred swordsmen were in a flash and lost their sight of each other and could not form a formation.
In the center of Qingyan Square, there was a sword light flashing constantly, and every swordsman in black faced this unimaginable sword force.
As the sound of the flute blooms, silver light bursts out from Lin Yun's body, and his blue shirt is flying. He is like an immortal falling from the moon, with the sound of the flute, and the sword intent burst out, magnificent and vast.
Seeing this, everyone in Qingyan Square was stunned and was so surprised that they couldn't stop talking.
How is this possible?
With just one flute sound, the Baigui Night Walking Sword Formation was suppressed. The green-clothed swordsman strolling in the formation just played the jade flute in his hand, which made the hundred black-clothed swordsmen feel in pain.
By fighting against a hundred, he in turn suppressed all his opponents.
"this……"
Feng Xiaoyu on the flying platform had a moving look flashing in his eyes, and his face was extremely embarrassing.
The sound of the flute is vague, and the intent of the sword is like an immortal.
In front of everyone, the artistic conception in Lin Yun's flute sound changed again. He was clearly standing between the ground, but he felt as if he had already flown above the sky, overlooking the people and looking down on the world.
Where does the flowers come from and where do I come from?
The empty mountains and rivers are long, and the wood leaves are windy.
The flying flowers are as light as dreams, and the silk rain is as thin as sorrow.
The sudden change of flute sound caught everyone off guard and seemed like a dream, and then the next moment it was immediately substituted into the artistic conception of flute sound. Once you were in the vast river, you saw the fallen leaves floating in the lonely wind.
Top of the empty mountain.
How light the flowers are, like a beautiful dream. How thin the rain is, like the melancholy of autumn.
The sword light, blood mist, screams, everything appeared in the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Sword Formation in the center of Qingyan Square, accompanied by Xiaoyin.
Do you have to die if you don’t draw the sword?
I'm a burial boy!
A chill flashed in Lin Yun's heart. He blew the purple jade divine bamboo flute, and the murderous intent in his heart suddenly rose, and the sharpness between his eyebrows was as sharp as blood.
I'm coming from heaven!
Flowers arise from the palm of your hand!
There is nothing in the world, I give you a white horse hoof.
Puchi!
In an instant, every sound of the flute bloomed, and the swordsmen in black were knocked away. Blood flew everywhere, and countless swordsmen in black let out shrill screams, and were hurt so much that they worked hard to support each other, which seemed extremely impressive.
It's so hard.
"kill!"
These black-clothed swordsmen were very crazy, like dead men, even though they were injured terriblely.
After landing, he still rushed over without fear of death, hoping to take advantage of the moment when the artistic conception of Xiaoyin ended and rushed forward and killed Lin Yun directly.
court death!
Lin Yun's eyes surged, endless sharpness bloomed on him, silver beams burst out, and his long hair spread out like a waterfall.
A thought of dust is gone and the light is born, illuminating thousands of flowers in the mountains and rivers!
Countless ice crystal flowers were shining with silver luster, flying out of Lin Yun's body, like fairy flowers blooming, bursting out unimaginable dazzling light in full view of the public.
Bang!
A hundred swordsmen in black were all shocked to death in an instant, and their clothes and masks on their heads fell apart.
Before these people could fall, Lin Yun inserted the jade flute around his waist and stretched out his hand and said, "Buried flowers!"
clang!
The burial flowers inserted on the ground turned into flowing light and were held in the palm of their hands in a flash.
Since he has broken up, he has no need to show mercy. Your kindness is just tolerating those people's evil thoughts.
The sound of the flute was still there, Lin Yun's wrist trembled, and the burial flowers that had been suppressed for a long time burst out completely.
Bang!
The devastating sword energy flew away like lightning before these hundred swordsmen landed, cutting open the body-protecting true energy of everyone, and many fleshy bodies burst like bubbles.
The remains of the limbs were broken into pieces, blood was scattered, and all the people were destroyed.
A cold light arises, and a sword kills a hundred people!