Beyond the clouds are green mountains and blue stars!
No one expected that the peak battle on the giant sword would end in such an abrupt way.
I thought that Gongsun Yan's Sky-Breaking Sword Eye was already invincible. No matter how Lin Yun used his sword, it would be broken, so it was only a matter of time before he would be defeated.
Unexpectedly, Lin Yun finally figured out a way to solve the problem, leaving him exhausted and one sword strike faster than the other.
And the last sword that Lin Yun used was incredibly powerful. The white whirlpool of sword intent had the momentum to sweep across the world and block the killing god.
"After all, Lin Yun is superior in skill, and the sword intent of Half-Step Shenxiao is too terrifying when it reaches its peak. The sword intent driven by secret techniques can compete in terms of momentum, but after all, he cannot master the mystery of Half-step Shenxiao!
"Zhao Yan on the Feitian platform couldn't stop sighing, and sighed: "In the realm of Tianpo, he can master half of the sword intention of the sky. Lin Yun is destined to become famous in the East Wasteland!"
Someone else suddenly woke up and said, "Lin Yun defeated Gongsun Yan, so isn't he the champion of the sword tournament?"
hiss!
Everyone on the Feitian Platform took a breath of cold air, and then exclaimed in surprise. Their expressions were quite exciting. This man's words were like thunder, and shocked everyone's hearts.
champion!
And the Shadow-Burning Sword, the Shadow-Burning Sword made by Feng Xuanzi himself and of immeasurable value, will also belong to Lin Yun.
This swordsman from Cangxuan Palace, whom no one looked down upon beforehand, and who even sneered at him, was ridiculed by everyone in the Feng family. He really destroyed the Famous Swords Tournament and trampled everyone under his feet.
At this moment, everyone in the Feng family was so ashamed that they wished they could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Feng Xiaoyu was already at a loss, and her face was in burning pain. When Feng Xingyang was defeated by Lin Yun, she could no longer hold on.
Now that even Gongsun Yan was defeated by Lin Yun's sword, she completely collapsed and her mentality exploded.
It is conceivable that after today, she, the little princess of the Feng family, will definitely become a joke in Qingyan County. When everyone talks about Lin Yun and his feat of sweeping the sword in all directions at the Famous Sword Conference, they will always refer to what she said.
Take it out and make fun of it.
"Champion? That's not necessarily the case..."
Zhao Yan curled his lips and smiled.
Everyone was shocked and looked at him in disbelief. What did this mean?
Zhao Yan glanced at him and grinned: "Our brother Gong hasn't taken action yet. If he takes action, he may not be able to defeat Lin Yun. Gong Haoran, are you right?"
"you!"
Gong Haoran was furious when he heard this. He knew very well which pot he would not open or pick up. Whether Lin Yun was Lin Yun in Tianpo or not.
What is the difference between challenging Lin Yun and humiliating oneself? Zhao Yan is clearly holding a grudge and humiliating him in public.
Seeing Gong Haoran's expression of anger and embarrassment, but unable to speak, Zhao Yan's heart felt so happy that it made you stop talking just now.
Everyone woke up and knew that Zhao Yan was just teasing, but they still couldn't hide their excitement deep in their hearts. Lin Yun's last two swords were so amazing. The green mountains outside the clouds, the blue stars, and the floating clouds, who can compete with him!
Even Gongsun Yan was defeated, so his championship was justified.
Lin Yun's talent in swordsmanship was stronger than anyone imagined, and many people were curious about his origins.
Above the floating clouds, the top of the giant sword.
Lin Yun looked around, holding a funeral flower, and said softly: "Who else is willing to fight Lin?"
There was silence as far as the eye could see, and all the leaders in Qingyan Square lowered their heads and did not dare to look.
So domineering!
Ye Feifan in the audience smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said excitedly: "My brother Lin is so domineering, so I asked, who else is there!!"
A few people next to you have expressions of disdain on their faces, please pull them down.
At first, he and Lin Yun seemed to have a good relationship, but after seeing Lin Yun being targeted, he immediately ran away very fast.
Wait until Lin Yun shows his strength
Finally, he smiled and posted it again, without any sense of shame, and his face was half as thick as the city wall.
"After discussion among all the aristocratic elders, if no one competes with Lin Yun, then the champion of this famous sword competition will be Lin Yun."
Feng Xuanzi's voice sounded from the VIP stage, echoing throughout Qingyan Square, and everyone was filled with emotion.
On the VIP stage, Feng Xuanzi's face looked pretty good, but the faces of the other Feng family elders didn't look too good.
This time the Feng family suffered a huge humiliation. The farce caused by Feng Xiaoyu really made the Feng family unable to stand down.
An old man next to Feng Xuanzi said angrily: "Brother, do you really want to give this championship to Lin Yun?"
He is Feng Yan, the eldest elder of the Hidden Sword Tower, and the second younger brother of Feng Xuanzi. He is a very senior person in the Feng family.
Feng Xuanzi ignored him and when no one responded, he said in a deep voice: "Champion Lin Yun, send me the sword!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two figures flew towards Lin Yun, who was standing on the hilt of the sword above the floating clouds. They looked extremely struggling to carry a sword box.
There is no doubt that what is contained in the box must be the Burning Flame Sword, which was crafted by Tianxuan Master Feng Xuanzi himself. The core eighth-grade holy pattern and seven hundred ordinary holy patterns cost 10,000 kilograms of Geng gold, and the main body was polished with Xuan crystal.
The Burning Shadow Sword is made.
This sword is close to the limit of a hundred-marked holy weapon, because it comes from Feng Xuanzi's hand, and it is not even worse than some thousand-marked holy weapons.
However, the Thousand Patterns Saint Weapon is a hurdle, and the failure rate is extremely high. Even the most common Thousand Patterns Saint Weapon is a rare existence for many dragon vein realm bosses.
First of all, materials that can carry a thousand holy patterns are extremely rare. Secondly, the more holy patterns are imprinted, the more difficult it is, and the failure rate increases.
Many times, the success rate of a Thousand Patterns Sacred Weapon is not determined by the number of times. It is measured by time, measured in hundreds of years. A Tianxuan Master may only be able to successfully build one Thousand Patterns Sacred Weapon in a hundred years, or even one Thousand Patterns Sacred Weapon.
It is very common to not be able to build one for hundreds of years.
This is just the most common Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact. If it were a slightly rarer Thousand Patterns Sacred Weapon, the time would be measured in thousands of years.
All of this also proves Feng Xuanzi's sword-forging strength from the side. The Hundred-Line Saint Weapon can barely compete with the Thousand-Line Saint Weapon. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an ingenious craftsmanship.
Under the envious and crazy gazes of many people, two Feng family swordsmen carrying sword boxes appeared in front of Lin Yun.
Burning Flame Sword!
Lin Yun stared at the sword box, feeling somewhat disturbed deep in his heart. This sword was still extremely good.
If possible, using this sword as a transitional weapon before being promoted to a holy weapon would be of great help to Lin Yun's strength.
It's a pity...be calm.
Lin Yun remained calm, opened the sword case, and the Burning Flame Sword with its scabbard appeared in front of him. The scabbard was simple and thick, and the whole body was red, with bright silver lines imprinted on it. The combination of red and silver made the sword
The sheath looks extremely high-profile.
"Master Lin, please test the sword." The two swordsmen looked expressionless and lifted the sword box up a step.
Lin Yun stared at the sword box but did not move.
After a while, there were slight murmurs and confused expressions from everywhere.
"Master Lin, please try the sword!" The two sword attendants were a little impatient. The Burning Flame Sword was quite heavy, and it was very difficult for the two of them to carry it like this.
Zhao Yan, who was on the Feitian Platform, had a puzzled look on his face. Could it be that this guy was not satisfied with the Burning Flame Sword.
This is the Burning Flame Sword!
Feng Xuanzi frowned slightly at the VIP table. Lin Yun's attitude made him unable to get off the stage.
As a Tianxuan master, he enjoys a good reputation throughout the Eastern Wasteland. He has the ability to forge thousands of holy weapons. Many dragon vein realm and even many saints have a close friendship with him and would never dare to neglect his sword like this.
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"Hey, what are you afraid of? I have my support for you. It's just a broken sword. It will break when it breaks. Don't you still have ten swords in your storage bag?"
Little Bingfeng, who knew the inside story, laughed mischievously in the Ziyuan Sword Box, watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously.
This can be the same. The previous ten holy swords combined cannot compare to the Burning Flame Sword in front of me.
If his grip was really broken, Lin Yun would definitely bleed with pain, but now in full view of everyone, if he didn't even try the sword, Feng Xuanzi would definitely lose face.
Testing a sword is the most basic respect for a swordsmith and is a courtesy.
What's more, he always treats things rather than people. He has a grudge against Feng Xiaoyu, but he has nothing to do with Feng Xuanzi. Of course, what the other party thinks is the other party's business.
"Little brother, are you not satisfied with the Burning Flame Sword forged by me?" Feng Xuanzi looked solemn on the VIP table and his voice rang out at the right time.
"Senior is joking."
Lin Yun responded softly.
"Then please try the sword. I have spent a lot of effort on this sword. Even if you become a transcendent saint in the future, it should not be too humiliating to you. Today, since you are the champion of the Famous Sword Tournament, please let the swordsmen present see you.
Let’s show off the style of Fenying.”
Feng Xuanzi's voice revealed absolute confidence. He was also a proud and arrogant person, and his words were already slightly dissatisfied.
"We, the posters, have already spoken personally. Mr. Lin, please stop showing off. It is impossible for us, the posters, to give you the sword in person."
"Please, Mr. Lin."
The two swordsmen said angrily, their patience had long been worn away.
Lin Yun smiled bitterly in his heart. It was really hard to say. He reached out his left hand, held the scarlet scabbard, and took the sword out of the box.
In an instant, everyone involuntarily raised their heads and their eyes were attracted.
So heavy!
Zhao Yan's sword weighs ten tripods, and this sword weighs at least a hundred tripods. Without the use of Xing Yuan Guang, many star kings would not be able to hold this sword with their physical bodies.
After a while, Lin Yun took a deep breath, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "Don't blame me if you break up."
Clang!
With a phoenix cry, Lin Yun drew his sword out of its scabbard, as if a fire phoenix flew out of its scabbard.
Boom!
Under the illumination of the sun, this sword shines brightly, with compelling spiritual energy and incomparable sharpness. Everyone can't take their eyes away, and they are stunned in surprise. It is so beautiful. This sword is so beautiful that it cannot be described in words. It is like
A phoenix spreads its wings and burns slowly, the fire is dazzling and dazzling.
"What a sword!"
A strange color flashed in Lin Yun's eyes, and he couldn't help but praise, this sword is indeed extraordinary.
"Burning Flame Sword! Master Feng Lou's skills in forging swords are really terrifying. They are really not inferior to the Thousand Patterns Saint Weapon."
"If we just talk about forging swords, Master Feng Lou can definitely be ranked among the top ten in the ancient wilderness. His attainments are so high that it is unimaginable."
"Lin Yun is so lucky. This sword has been polished for ten years. Lord Feng will not forge it with his own hands in future famous sword competitions."
The voices of admiration from all directions are endless.
On the VIP table, Feng Xuanzi stroked his beard with a smile on his face and a look of pride in his eyes. He was quite proud of the Burning Flame Sword. After today, the price of the sword forged by him will increase at least ten times.
The Famous Sword Conference is not a loss-making business for Hidden Sword House.
After all, the Sword Hidden Tower has to do business. The more famous it is, the more people will seek swords, and the higher the price will be.
Although this Hidden Sword Conference had some uproar and Feng Xiaoyu also made some jokes, when Lin Yun pulled out the sword, everyone's attention would be attracted to it.
From then on, Lin Yun became famous in the Eastern Wasteland, and the Burning Flame Sword naturally grew stronger. His Qingyan Hidden Sword Tower was still the biggest winner after all.
etc!
Lin Yun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, feeling bursts of joy deep in his heart. My broken sword body was useless.
Click!
But as soon as he thought about it, a deafening sound of broken swords erupted in his hand.
In front of everyone's eyes, a phoenix let out a miserable scream, the fire dimmed, and the Burning Flame Sword shattered inch by inch, like a tall building falling in front of everyone.
