"I am." Lin Yun replied calmly, making Yun Feng, who was interested, lived a little bit embarrassing. I don't know how to respond for a while.
The half -loud laughed: "Brothers really said those words?"
Have you said it?
Lin Yun thought about what he and Zhao Wou -ki had said something ruthless, as if he had said something, and it seemed to have never said it.
This is really difficult to answer, but I think about Lin Yun who can't help laughing. What do I care about this?
Those who hate you don't care about this at all. After all, the swordsman's world speaks with a sword.
"It doesn't matter, just when I said it."
Lin Yun said faintly.
Yunfeng looked at it and secretly shocked himself. He was rumored that it was true.
The two fell into a short silence. Fortunately, Shaozhuang Lord Feng Shaoyu appeared at this time and began to formally host the famous sword conference.
After the rules were announced step by step, the famous sword conference started so directly.
As Lin Yun thought, the world of swordsman is quite simple, and this sword conference does not have so many rules.
Who you have avenge you and who you have with each other, you can directly name the battle, and the sword will be over.
Without the attention, no one will counsel.
This is the swordsman, you can lose but you must not be counseled, otherwise you will be looked down upon.
Or just to fame, after winning a few games, you will not shoot, and keep your undefeated golden body.
Then there are some grievances between Zongmen. At this time, they often fight well, and everyone speaks with the sword.
Lin Yun saw some clues, and the sword conference also had some effects of dissolving contradictions.
There are so many forces of the Sword League, and there will definitely be a grudge entanglement on weekdays, but when you fight each other, you will definitely lose both.
Just take advantage of the famous sword conference to allow their disciples to play. The fight between the disciples can not only solve the grievances, but also minimize the loss.
I have to say that those who can pass the three levels have almost no weak.
Lin Yun glanced at randomly, these people can be comparable to the saints of Tiandao Sect, of course, there is still a gap with those top people.
There are each victory and defeat on the stage, and occasionally there are places that make people shine. Lin Yun himself has a lot of vision.
"Is this Feng Tianjian?"
Lin Yun was attracted by the disciples of a Ice and Snow Temple on the stage. He had a half -step star sword, and was repaired at the peak of Nirvana Nirvana.
It has won several games in a row. For a while, many people remembered his name, Nangongyu.
The inheritance of the Ice and Snow Temple is banned from all things with the meaning of ice, not simply the will of ice.
It is based on the will of the ice, and it also contains a trace of destruction will, a hint of life, and many banning methods.
Lin Yun's eyes opened, the inheritance of the ice and snow temple is different from what he imagined.
The single -attributes of the ice will have so many tricks.
"He and Guzi Mirror are actually a bit far behind. His Fengtian Sword Code has just started, and only cultivated the most basic first three."
When Yun Feng saw Lin Yun interested, he said softly.
Next, there were a few more ruthless people, Zhang Ye of Heiyu Palace, and Ouyang Heng in Wan Jianlou, all of which won nine consecutive victories, morale is like a rainbow.
These real ace masters have not yet appeared, and their disciples have shined greatly, making people feel the horror of these kendo holy places.
Suddenly, Ouyang He, who had just won ten consecutive victories on the Tibetan sword lake, suddenly swept away, and said coldly: "Tiandao Zong Ye is in the sky, you can dare to fight with Ouyang Heng!"
The crowd stunned slightly, and the spin was boiling, and the sound of uproar kept sounding.
The name of Ye Qingtian has recently passed the enthusiasm.
This comes from the sword repair of the Eastern Wilderness, and the arrogance is extremely arrogant.
"Brother, take care."
When Yun Feng said, he covered his head and pulled away the distance quietly.
Everyone looked at Ouyang Heng's eyes. For a while, countless people saw Lin Yun.
Is this night?
Peeking to take a bath, defeat Zhao Wou -Ki's four sword servants, and threatened to be Lin Yun, who was the second to be shocking.
Even above the Tianyu, Shaozhuang's main Feng Shaoyu looked at it, and his expression looked a little nervous.
If this session of the famous sword conference is taken away by the people of the Eastern Wilderness, then their sword alliance is a bit shameful.
"Is this man really shocked the sky?" Feng Shaoyu frowned, but he didn't want to repeat the matter of that year.
"Crazy." Zhao Wou -ki laughed: "My teacher is enough to win him."
He is very confident and determined that Lin Yun will not be Ouyang Heng's opponent.
"It's not very crazy that day, why dare not play now?"
Ouyang Heng laughed on the stage.
No one dared to appear at the famous sword conference after being named. Seeing that Lin Yun was not moved, many people thought he was afraid.
"Sword shocked the sky second, is this?"
"Ouyang Heng has won ten consecutive times, and dares to continue fighting, but this guy is counseled."
"What can there be in the Eastern Wilderness, it has long been falling."
For a while, all the four sides were the voice of discussion, and looked at Lin Yun's eyes very contempt.
"The night, roll up, fight with me!" Ouyang Heng drank with a ten -game winning streak.
Oh!
This anger drinking contains a strong sword, and even the sky began to tremble. The holy water accumulated in the spiritual gold in the Tibetan sword lake also swayed a ripple.
Lin Yun was slightly helpless. He just watched the opponent's victory in many games, and didn't want to take the crisis of people.
I want to explain it, but I can see the opponent's aggressive, and I am too lazy to say anything.
The seemingly clear and transparent Shengshui Spirit sword is actually several times more hot and more heavy than the magma.
Stepping on the ground on it, it is like a flat ground, and a ripple cannot be swayed.
"You can rest for a while, there is no need to fight me so anxiously."
Lin Yun said.
Ouyang Heng's eyes flashed and mocked, and laughed: "Are you afraid of the momentum of my ten -game winning streak? If so, I don't mind letting you, wait until the momentum is eased, and then accept it with you.
Bed too much. "
Lin Yun shook, and said, "No need, you take it."
"Within three moves, I will defeat you, but don't think those sword servants can be comparable to the saints of the Black Feather Palace!"
Ouyanghe was very confident, grinned, and ran over the lake.
Surlock!
Between the rush, the black long cloth hanging behind him, a little stretching into the wings that burned the flames of the magic flame.
At the same time, his powerful swordsmanship of the half -step stars also released with his pace, and it permeated the Tibetan sword lake.
When he approached Lin Yun, the Holy Sword came out of the sheath, and the bright sword light seemed to break the void.
boom!
When it rises horizontally, the magnificent sword will gather into a huge imaginary shadow that holds a stack of stack swords.
Black imaginary shadow has a two -wing wing, covering the sky after the expansion, and the powerful coercion forced it. The momentum is extremely uncomfortable.
This sword is extremely powerful. No matter how strong an opponent Ouyang Heng encounters before, as soon as this sword is used, the opponent will be defeated instantly.
Under the powerful sword power, it is extremely difficult to even move, let alone resist the sword.
Ouyang Heng obviously wanted to repeat his old tricks, and then without sparing any effort, he defeated Lin Yun with one sword.
"The sky is falling at night, it's dangerous."
Yun Feng, who appeared in the audience again at some point, shook his head and said secretly.
"Ouyang Heng, you are really powerful, this sword again!"
Many Sword Alliance monks on the viewing platform couldn't help but praise him, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
There were even those who were so impatient that they had already clapped their hands and applauded, waiting for Lin Yun to be thrown away by this sword.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Lin Yun suddenly took action. He put his fingers together to form a sword, and then swung it fiercely.
Clang!
Only a crisp sound was heard, sparks flew everywhere, and the next moment, a holy sword turned into a stream of light and was blown away.
However, the sword in Ouyang Heng's hand was struck directly by Lin Yun's fingers, and the so-called killer move was instantly defeated.
"I told you to take a rest. I didn't lie to you. You can't hold the sword anymore," Lin Yundao said.
Ouyang Heng opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a while. The people in the audience who were about to applaud and applaud were all dumbfounded and thought they were dazzled.
Ouyang Heng's sword was chopped off with his bare hands. How is this possible?
Everyone was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.
"You don't think I only have one sword, do you?" Ouyang Heng's face was gloomy, and with a backhand move, another sword appeared in his sleeve.
Then, with astonishing speed, it stabbed towards Lin Yun's heart like lightning.
Whoosh!
But the moment he stabbed it out, he strangely discovered that there were several afterimages shaking in the space where Lin Yun was.
As the afterimage swayed, even some ripples appeared in the space, and the Qi machine was unable to lock onto Lin Yun in an instant.
As expected, the sword that was so close hit the target.
But he pulled the sword back, and Lin Yun took action again. His long sleeves were like clouds, and the wind howled as he waved.
Bang!
The holy sword that was too late to be withdrawn was immediately chopped off by Lin Yun's fingers together. This scene immediately frightened everyone.
Breaking a sword with bare hands?
Before, he was just shaking the holy sword with his bare hands, but now he was so exaggerated that he broke the sword with his bare hands. Ouyang Heng was completely stunned.
Whoosh!
A holy sword flew from his sleeve, and Lin Yun was not polite to him, activating the peak-perfect Canglong Holy Body.
Focus the purple gold dragon pattern and sword intent on your index finger and middle finger, strike again, and break the sword again.
"Damn it!"
Ouyang Heng's eyes darkened, he drew another holy sword, and thrust it out again.
Lin Yun took a look and saw that these holy swords all had the logo of Hidden Sword Villa. It seemed that many holy swords were purchased in bulk in Kongming City during this period.
Click, click, click!
In just a few breaths, Lin Yun broke his nine holy swords in succession, and Ouyang Heng's face turned green with anger.
"The holy weapons of Hidden Sword Villa seem to be of poor quality." Lin Yun stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly.
Ouyang Heng was furious and felt that he was being played by the other party from beginning to end, so he immediately ran away and killed him with his bare hands.
"Don't move, you have already lost."
Lin Yun turned around on the spot, and when he turned back again, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the Burial Flower Sword.
The funeral flower was not unsheathed and attached to his head with the hilt of the sword.
This was Lin Yun's show of mercy. Otherwise, this sword would have been enough to crush his head.
Ouyang Heng suddenly turned pale with fright, and his legs and feet were trembling, but he still wanted to struggle.
thump!
Lin Yun gently pressed, Ouyang Heng intuitively came to the top of the mountain, and fell to the ground immediately.
"I said, let you don't move." Lin Yun's eyes were cold, and the word and one meal.
Ouyang Heng's cold sweat kept sweating, just felt like falling in the ice cave, like facing the peerless killing god.